<?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-3225880523878170073</id><updated>2011-11-28T08:33:32.639+08:00</updated><category term='nostalgia'/><category term='technology'/><category term='sunday stealing'/><category term='lessons'/><category term='places'/><category term='movies'/><category term='wedding'/><category term='tuesday couch potatoes'/><category term='on the spot'/><category term='friday photo flashback'/><category term='ice breaker'/><category term='music'/><category term='foods'/><category term='fashion'/><category term='wordful wednesday'/><category term='women&apos;s interest'/><category term='medical'/><category term='lovelife matters'/><category term='thankful thursday'/><category term='travel'/><category term='informative'/><category term='then sings my soul saturdays'/><category term='ways to earn'/><category term='cosmetics'/><category term='sentimental journey'/><category term='narrative events'/><category term='wednesday wickedness'/><category term='sentiments'/><category term='saturday 9'/><category term='girls talk'/><category term='pieces'/><title type='text'>Limberella's corner</title><subtitle type='html'>a world of self-proclaimed fairy tales, sappy sentiments, honest insights, secret wishes,
life's lessons,honest to goodness critics, movie marathons and simple sighs...</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://limberella.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3225880523878170073/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://limberella.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>LIMBERELLA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00342202497030427805</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EKxeadGy-Rg/TA-i8N1vGsI/AAAAAAAAAG8/LJqJePVGS6I/S220/me-cinderella.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>84</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3225880523878170073.post-6744125666052155677</id><published>2011-03-17T21:15:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2011-03-17T21:41:51.729+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sentiments'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='music'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='girls talk'/><title type='text'>GT # 9 -  RHYTHMS OF THE HEART</title><content type='html'>I am the sentimental type when it comes to music. I prefer songs that are slow and dreamy, songs that give justice to the definition of what music should be rather than those that people think are hip and cool but shallow and meaningless.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am not emotional with songs but there are those that made me really pause and reflect. Rhythms that go inside my heart and lyrics that are so meaningful enough for me to memorize the lines.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These are the two songs I would like to share, sung by the great Gary Valenciano:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;1. Natutulog Ba Ang Diyos&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;iframe src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/qkoorFYRUQw?fs=1" allowfullscreen="" width="425" frameborder="0" height="344"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The title itself is very catchy. Natutulog ba ang Diyos? Oftentimes when we are bombarded with life's hardships, we tend to ask that question. But it takes a little more faith to believe that God isn't sleeping, He is just asking us to do our best and He will take over and finish the rest.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;2. The Warrior is A Child&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;iframe src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/9koHw6nnq-s?fs=1" allowfullscreen="" width="425" frameborder="0" height="344"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;The title represents "fascade". No matter how brave a person is, he always have his weakness. I like this line, "because deep inside this armor, the warrior is a child"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://beautyqueengene.com/category/girls-talk/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img class="aligncenter" src="http://i91.photobucket.com/albums/k316/kayedanda12/beautyqueengene/gt-button.png" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3225880523878170073-6744125666052155677?l=limberella.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://limberella.blogspot.com/feeds/6744125666052155677/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3225880523878170073&amp;postID=6744125666052155677&amp;isPopup=true' title='16 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3225880523878170073/posts/default/6744125666052155677'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3225880523878170073/posts/default/6744125666052155677'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://limberella.blogspot.com/2011/03/gt-9-rhythms-of-heart.html' title='GT # 9 -  RHYTHMS OF THE HEART'/><author><name>LIMBERELLA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00342202497030427805</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EKxeadGy-Rg/TA-i8N1vGsI/AAAAAAAAAG8/LJqJePVGS6I/S220/me-cinderella.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/qkoorFYRUQw/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>16</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3225880523878170073.post-7914912538188417811</id><published>2011-02-22T17:49:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2011-02-22T17:59:26.398+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='tuesday couch potatoes'/><title type='text'>TCP - HACHIKO</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-9Wqqhe761jg/TWOIQivY_bI/AAAAAAAAAhA/So0j4hIOOyA/s1600/hachiko.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 264px; height: 191px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-9Wqqhe761jg/TWOIQivY_bI/AAAAAAAAAhA/So0j4hIOOyA/s400/hachiko.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5576450581399666098" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Although I can find lots of movies that would best depict UNCONDITIONAL LOVE, I am must say this is the most unique.  I love the unconditional love of Hachiko towards his master. And believe me, this is the first movie that made me sob to death. This is actually a true story that happened in Japan once upon a time. It's about a dog's loyalty or rather unconditional love to his master. Those dog lovers can pretty relate why I cried a river on this.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;TRAILER:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;iframe width="425" height="344" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/Y6U7mAnPtw4?fs=1" frameborder="0" allowfullscreen=""&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3225880523878170073-7914912538188417811?l=limberella.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://limberella.blogspot.com/feeds/7914912538188417811/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3225880523878170073&amp;postID=7914912538188417811&amp;isPopup=true' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3225880523878170073/posts/default/7914912538188417811'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3225880523878170073/posts/default/7914912538188417811'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://limberella.blogspot.com/2011/02/tcp-hachiko.html' title='TCP - HACHIKO'/><author><name>LIMBERELLA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00342202497030427805</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EKxeadGy-Rg/TA-i8N1vGsI/AAAAAAAAAG8/LJqJePVGS6I/S220/me-cinderella.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-9Wqqhe761jg/TWOIQivY_bI/AAAAAAAAAhA/So0j4hIOOyA/s72-c/hachiko.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3225880523878170073.post-4977327950825843742</id><published>2011-02-03T17:08:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2011-02-03T17:44:22.539+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='girls talk'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='lovelife matters'/><title type='text'>GT # 8 -  STUPID LOVE (?)</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EKxeadGy-Rg/TUpxLA4p35I/AAAAAAAAAg0/072P8AHFlio/s1600/IMG_0107.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EKxeadGy-Rg/TUpxLA4p35I/AAAAAAAAAg0/072P8AHFlio/s400/IMG_0107.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5569388323227164562" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I don't know how stupid love should be define. I don't have heartbreaking ex boyfriend stories because I don't have one either. This guy is my first boy friend (of 6 years) and hopefully my last (like I always envision myself). Should that be considered stupid - since they would say you should kiss a thousand frogs to find your prince. Hay nako..:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe, if this should be considered stupid, stupid thing I did for love is when I went against my "standards". I only have my first boyfriend when I was 19 (sounds old enough for my generation) - part of the reason is I am so particular with who I'll be committing with . I always want the boy-next-door, doesn't smoke and drink. But him - he's completely the opposite. He drinks and he smokes - which I hate the most.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I was torn between choosing my standards or choosing who my heart desires. So I did the stupid thing, I fell in love. Now forgive me for being boring here..hehe..:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, I remember now. The stupid and funny thing I did, is when I let him chase me in the rain and we ended up soak in the rain without extra clothes. I was so mad at him that I decided to run and left him running after me.  Should that be stupid enough?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-weight: bold;"&gt;" IT'S ABOUT LOVING THE IMPERFECT PERSON PERFECTLY..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://beautyqueengene.com/category/girls-talk/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img class="aligncenter" src="http://i91.photobucket.com/albums/k316/kayedanda12/niko/gtbutton.png" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3225880523878170073-4977327950825843742?l=limberella.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://limberella.blogspot.com/feeds/4977327950825843742/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3225880523878170073&amp;postID=4977327950825843742&amp;isPopup=true' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3225880523878170073/posts/default/4977327950825843742'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3225880523878170073/posts/default/4977327950825843742'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://limberella.blogspot.com/2011/02/gt-8-stupid-love.html' title='GT # 8 -  STUPID LOVE (?)'/><author><name>LIMBERELLA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00342202497030427805</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EKxeadGy-Rg/TA-i8N1vGsI/AAAAAAAAAG8/LJqJePVGS6I/S220/me-cinderella.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EKxeadGy-Rg/TUpxLA4p35I/AAAAAAAAAg0/072P8AHFlio/s72-c/IMG_0107.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3225880523878170073.post-6702338804800129620</id><published>2011-01-26T23:17:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2011-01-26T23:36:54.829+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='wordful wednesday'/><title type='text'>WW: BONDING WITH THE ANIMALS</title><content type='html'>A day spent with animals - now these are wordless enough for a wordful wednesday!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EKxeadGy-Rg/TUA9-3zEdXI/AAAAAAAAAgs/UQM_JKHwn30/s1600/IMG_0179.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EKxeadGy-Rg/TUA9-3zEdXI/AAAAAAAAAgs/UQM_JKHwn30/s400/IMG_0179.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5566517289769268594" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PICTURE WITH THE FRIENDLY BIRDS&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EKxeadGy-Rg/TUA9yMR2Y0I/AAAAAAAAAgk/s8s83WFIJWI/s1600/IMG_0178.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EKxeadGy-Rg/TUA9yMR2Y0I/AAAAAAAAAgk/s8s83WFIJWI/s400/IMG_0178.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5566517071928779586" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CREEPY!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EKxeadGy-Rg/TUA9mMu7z6I/AAAAAAAAAgc/GhkXNKCM6f8/s1600/IMG_0173.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 266px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EKxeadGy-Rg/TUA9mMu7z6I/AAAAAAAAAgc/GhkXNKCM6f8/s400/IMG_0173.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5566516865892339618" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DON"T I LOOK SCARED?..*smiles*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.sevenclowncircus.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://sevenclowncircus.com/wp-content/uploads/2009/12/sevenclownbutton.jpg" border="0″" width="125" height="125" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.parentingbydummies.com/" mce_href="http://www.parentingbydummies.com/"&gt; &lt;img src="http://farm5.static.flickr.com/4149/5012338953_a9112fd924_m.jpg" mce_src="http://farm5.static.flickr.com/4149/5012338953_a9112fd924_m.jpg" source="blank" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3225880523878170073-6702338804800129620?l=limberella.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://limberella.blogspot.com/feeds/6702338804800129620/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3225880523878170073&amp;postID=6702338804800129620&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3225880523878170073/posts/default/6702338804800129620'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3225880523878170073/posts/default/6702338804800129620'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://limberella.blogspot.com/2011/01/ww-bonding-with-animals.html' title='WW: BONDING WITH THE ANIMALS'/><author><name>LIMBERELLA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00342202497030427805</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EKxeadGy-Rg/TA-i8N1vGsI/AAAAAAAAAG8/LJqJePVGS6I/S220/me-cinderella.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EKxeadGy-Rg/TUA9-3zEdXI/AAAAAAAAAgs/UQM_JKHwn30/s72-c/IMG_0179.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3225880523878170073.post-1163841883106033236</id><published>2011-01-23T09:00:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-01-23T09:00:44.407+08:00</updated><title type='text'>SO MUCH MORE THAN HOT WITH TABASCO ORIGINAL ® RED</title><content type='html'>    &lt;div xmlns='http://www.w3.org/1999/xhtml'&gt; 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All opinions are 100% mine.&lt;/p&gt;      &lt;p&gt;	               I am not so much of the spicy food eater. I don’t like the taste and sensation hot foods give me. No matter how scrumptious it will be, if it’s real spicy, I have to drop it off. But with Tabasco Original, it’s a different story. It was love at first sight or love at first taste. The moment it landed in my mouth, oh, I fell in love with it.&lt;/p&gt;      &lt;p&gt;	               One time I went to a friend’s house. I help her prepared our usual popcorn over DVDs marathon. She held onebag barbeque-flavoured microwave popcorn and geez, my mouth is already watering. But to my dismay, she addeda few drops of &lt;a rel='nofollow' href='http://app.socialspark.com/clicks?lid=3762&amp;amp;oid=1077762'&gt;TABASCO® Original Red&lt;/a&gt; sauce to the bag, shook it up, and shook it out in a bowl.I almost throw up with the sight of it. She forced me to taste even just one kernel. It took me like a hundred no’s and end up deciding to give it a try. So there I closed my eyes, look in my friend’s deep thrilled eyes, took a deep breath and throw it in my mouth. I slowly opened my eyes one by one, and the only word that came out from my mouth was “yummy”. We both burst in laughter. It tasted so good. Although, I can feel the spiciness of the popcorn but it wasn’t how I expected. It tasted like a seasoning that gives more flavour to any food which makes it tastier in every munch. We also tried it in pizzas. Her mom just ordered a few good ones. Damn, should I say I was able to eat four slices, when I normally consume two.&lt;/p&gt;      &lt;p&gt;	               Her family was generously using &lt;a rel='nofollow' href='../../clicks?lid=3762&amp;amp;oid=1077762'&gt;TABASCO® Original Red&lt;/a&gt; for some time now. They have it in every dish they have. And I have tasted the best Confetti Crab Cakes her mom prepared. She got it from &lt;a href='http://www.tabasco.com/'&gt;http://www.tabasco.com&lt;/a&gt;. Amongst my favourite recipes are the Confetti Crab Cakes, Fiery White Chili and Super-Good Chili&lt;/p&gt;      &lt;p&gt;	            I would like to share these recipes.&lt;/p&gt;      &lt;p style='text-align: center;'&gt;	&lt;a href='http://www.tabasco.com/taste_tent/recipes/appetizers.cfm'&gt;Appetizers&lt;/a&gt;: Confetti Crab Cakes   &lt;a href='http://img5.imageshack.us/img5/1446/crabcakes.png'&gt;&lt;img style='width: 202px; height: 162px;' src='http://img5.imageshack.us/img5/1446/crabcakes.png' alt=''/&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;      &lt;p&gt;	&lt;strong&gt;Crab Cakes:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;      &lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;		8 ounces fresh or frozen lump crabmeat, cartilage removed&lt;/li&gt;	&lt;li&gt;		1/4 cup cooked or canned corn&lt;/li&gt;	&lt;li&gt;		1/4 cup finely chopped celery&lt;/li&gt;	&lt;li&gt;		1/4 cup finely chopped red bell pepper&lt;/li&gt;	&lt;li&gt;		1/4 cup grated onion&lt;/li&gt;	&lt;li&gt;		1/3 cup mayonnaise&lt;/li&gt;	&lt;li&gt;		&lt;a href='http://www.tabasco.com/tabasco_tent/pepper_sauce/red_pepper_sauce.cfm'&gt;1 teaspoon Original TABASCO® brand Pepper Sauce&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/li&gt;	&lt;li&gt;		1/4 teaspoon salt&lt;/li&gt;	&lt;li&gt;		3/4 cup saltine cracker crumbs, divided&lt;/li&gt;	&lt;li&gt;		1 tablespoon vegetable oil&lt;/li&gt;	&lt;li&gt;		1 tablespoon butter or margarine&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;      &lt;p&gt;	&lt;strong&gt;Spicy Dill Sauce:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;      &lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;		1/2 cup sour cream&lt;/li&gt;	&lt;li&gt;		1 tablespoon chopped fresh dill&lt;/li&gt;	&lt;li&gt;		1 tablespoon lemon juice&lt;/li&gt;	&lt;li&gt;		&lt;a href='http://www.tabasco.com/tabasco_tent/pepper_sauce/red_pepper_sauce.cfm'&gt;1/4 teaspoon Original TABASCO® brand Pepper Sauce&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/li&gt;	&lt;li&gt;		Mesclun lettuce mix&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;      &lt;p&gt;	Combine crabmeat, corn, celery, red bell pepper, grated onion, mayonnaise, TABASCO&lt;sup&gt;®&lt;/sup&gt; Sauce, salt and 1/2 cup saltine cracker crumbs in medium bowl; mix well. Form 2 tablespoons of mixture into 2-inch round patties. Repeat with remaining mixture to make 12 patties. Carefully coat each patty with remaining cracker crumbs.&lt;/p&gt;      &lt;p&gt;	Heat oil and butter in 12-inch skillet over medium heat. Cook crab cakes until golden, about 3 minutes per side, adding more oil and butter if necessary.&lt;/p&gt;      &lt;p&gt;	For Spicy Dill Sauce, combine sour cream, dill, lemon juice and TABASCO&lt;sup&gt;®&lt;/sup&gt; Sauce.&lt;/p&gt;      &lt;p&gt;	Serve crab cakes on bed of mesculin lettuce mix with Spicy Dill Sauce.&lt;/p&gt;      &lt;p&gt;	Makes 12.&lt;/p&gt;      &lt;p&gt;	 &lt;/p&gt;      &lt;p style='text-align: center;'&gt;	&lt;a href='http://img690.imageshack.us/img690/1820/supergoodchili.png'&gt;&lt;img src='http://img690.imageshack.us/img690/1820/supergoodchili.png' alt=''/&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;      &lt;p style='text-align: center;'&gt;	&lt;a href='http://www.tabasco.com/taste_tent/recipes/chili.cfm'&gt;Chili&lt;/a&gt;: Fiery White Chili&lt;/p&gt;      &lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;		1 pound boneless, skinless chicken breasts&lt;/li&gt;	&lt;li&gt;		2 tablespoons all-purpose flour&lt;/li&gt;	&lt;li&gt;		2 teaspoons ground cumin, divided&lt;/li&gt;	&lt;li&gt;		2 tablespoons vegetable oil&lt;/li&gt;	&lt;li&gt;		2 celery stalks, diced&lt;/li&gt;	&lt;li&gt;		1 green bell pepper, diced&lt;/li&gt;	&lt;li&gt;		1 can (16-ounces) cannellini beans, drained&lt;/li&gt;	&lt;li&gt;		1 cup chicken broth&lt;/li&gt;	&lt;li&gt;		1 can (4-ounces) chopped green chilies, drained&lt;/li&gt;	&lt;li&gt;		1/4 cup lime juice&lt;/li&gt;	&lt;li&gt;		&lt;a href='http://www.tabasco.com/tabasco_tent/pepper_sauce/red_pepper_sauce.cfm'&gt;1 tablespoon Original TABASCO® brand Pepper Sauce&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/li&gt;	&lt;li&gt;		1 teaspoon salt&lt;/li&gt;	&lt;li&gt;		2 tablespoons chopped fresh parsley&lt;/li&gt;	&lt;li&gt;		1/4 cup shredded Monterey Jack cheese, optional&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;      &lt;p&gt;	Cut chicken breasts into 1/2-inch cubes. In shallow bowl, combine flour and 1 teaspoon cumin; toss chicken in flour mixture. Heat vegetable oil in 4-quart saucepan over medium-high heat. Add chicken; cook until well browned on all sides, stirring frequently. Remove chicken to bowl.&lt;/p&gt;      &lt;p&gt;	In drippings remaining in saucepan, cook celery and green pepper over medium heat until tender crisp, about 5 minutes. Stir in beans, chicken broth, green chilies, lime juice, TABASCO&lt;sup&gt;®&lt;/sup&gt; Sauce, salt, remaining 1 teaspoon of cumin and browned chicken. Heat to boiling over high heat. Reduce heat to low; cover and simmer 10 to 15 minutes, stirring occasionally. Stir in parsley.&lt;/p&gt;      &lt;p&gt;	Serve with shredded Monterey Jack cheese, if desired.&lt;/p&gt;      &lt;p&gt;	Makes 6 servings.&lt;/p&gt;      &lt;p style='text-align: center;'&gt;	&lt;a href='http://img18.imageshack.us/img18/38/whitechili.png'&gt;&lt;img style='width: 188px; height: 163px;' src='http://img18.imageshack.us/img18/38/whitechili.png' alt=''/&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;      &lt;p&gt;	 &lt;/p&gt;      &lt;p style='text-align: center;'&gt;	&lt;a href='http://www.tabasco.com/taste_tent/recipes/chili.cfm'&gt;Chili&lt;/a&gt;: Super-Good Chili&lt;/p&gt;      &lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;		1 tablespoon vegetable oil&lt;/li&gt;	&lt;li&gt;		1 1/2 pounds ground beef chuck&lt;/li&gt;	&lt;li&gt;		1 large onion, chopped&lt;/li&gt;	&lt;li&gt;		2 garlic cloves, minced&lt;/li&gt;	&lt;li&gt;		1 tablespoon ground cumin&lt;/li&gt;	&lt;li&gt;		1 (12-ounce) can diced tomatoes&lt;/li&gt;	&lt;li&gt;		2 (16-ounce) cans pinto beans, drained and rinsed&lt;/li&gt;	&lt;li&gt;		1 (16-ounce) can red kidney beans, drained and rinsed&lt;/li&gt;	&lt;li&gt;		1 (12-ounce) can or bottle beer&lt;/li&gt;	&lt;li&gt;		1 (4-ounce) can diced green chilies&lt;/li&gt;	&lt;li&gt;		&lt;a href='http://www.tabasco.com/tabasco_tent/pepper_sauce/red_pepper_sauce.cfm'&gt;1 tablespoon Original TABASCO® brand Pepper Sauce&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/li&gt;	&lt;li&gt;		1 1/2 teaspoons salt&lt;/li&gt;	&lt;li&gt;		Shredded Cheddar and Monterey Jack cheese, optional&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;      &lt;p&gt;	Heat oil in 5-quart Dutch oven or saucepot over medium heat. Add beef and cook until well browned on all sides. Remove to bowl with slotted spoon.&lt;/p&gt;      &lt;p&gt;	Add onion and garlic to drippings remaining in skillet; cook over medium heat until tender, about 5 minutes. Return meat to Dutch oven; stir in cumin; cook 1 minute.&lt;/p&gt;      &lt;p&gt;	Stir in diced tomatoes with their liquid, pinto beans, red kidney beans, beer, green chilies, TABASCO&lt;sup&gt;®&lt;/sup&gt; Sauce and salt. Heat to boiling over high heat. Reduce heat to low; cover and simmer 20 minutes to blend flavors, stirring occasionally. Serve with cheese, if desired.&lt;/p&gt;      &lt;p&gt;	Makes 6 servings.&lt;/p&gt;      &lt;p&gt;	I want you to watch this video, it's one of my favorites, and see what &lt;a rel='nofollow' href='../../clicks?lid=3762&amp;amp;oid=1077762'&gt;TABASCO® Original Red&lt;/a&gt; can do in Pizzas as well.&lt;/p&gt;      &lt;p&gt;	&lt;object width='560' height='340'&gt;&lt;param value='http://www.youtube.com/v/KhQONWClOjA?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US' name='movie'/&gt;&lt;param value='true' name='allowFullScreen'/&gt;&lt;param value='always' name='allowscriptaccess'/&gt;&lt;embed width='560' type='application/x-shockwave-flash' src='http://www.youtube.com/v/KhQONWClOjA?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US' height='340' allowscriptaccess='always' allowfullscreen='true'/&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;      &lt;p&gt;	Now this is a pizza perfecto! If you want to check the luscious taste &lt;a rel='nofollow' href='../../clicks?lid=3762&amp;amp;oid=1077762'&gt;TABASCO® Original Red&lt;/a&gt; can give to pizzas, check this &lt;a href='http://www.tabasco.com/taste_tent/menu_planning/pizza-perfected.cfm'&gt;PIZZA PERFECTED PAGE&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;      &lt;p&gt;	And for more mouth watering and sumptuous taste of &lt;a rel='nofollow' href='../../clicks?lid=3762&amp;amp;oid=1077762'&gt;TABASCO® Original Red&lt;/a&gt;, check out the &lt;a href='http://www.tabasco.com/taste_tent/menu_planning/game-day-party-menu.cfm'&gt;Game Day party menu &lt;/a&gt;for some simple ideas &amp;amp; recipes .&lt;/p&gt;      &lt;p&gt;	 &lt;/p&gt;      &lt;p&gt;	&lt;a rel='nofollow' href='../../clicks?lid=3762&amp;amp;oid=1077762'&gt;TABASCO® Original Red&lt;/a&gt; is not about heat for heat’s sake. It’s about what heat does to the flavor of food. The simple combination of salt, red pepper, and vinegar are perfected in a 3-year aging process that produces a hot sauce with the uncanny ability to bring the most out of your food. Other hot sauces add their own specific flavour to food. TABASCO® Original Red simply enhances the flavour of food.&lt;/p&gt;      &lt;p&gt;	 &lt;/p&gt;      &lt;p&gt;	So what are you waiting for? Fall in love with me. I mean fall in love with &lt;a rel='nofollow' href='../../clicks?lid=3762&amp;amp;oid=1077762'&gt;TABASCO® Original Red&lt;/a&gt; the way I did.&lt;/p&gt;      &lt;p&gt;  &lt;a rel='nofollow' href='http://app.socialspark.com/disclosure_clicks?oid=1077762'&gt;    &lt;img style='border:none;' src='http://app.socialspark.com/views?oid=1077762' border='0' alt='Visit Sponsor&amp;apos;s Site'/&gt;  &lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3225880523878170073-1163841883106033236?l=limberella.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://limberella.blogspot.com/feeds/1163841883106033236/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3225880523878170073&amp;postID=1163841883106033236&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3225880523878170073/posts/default/1163841883106033236'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3225880523878170073/posts/default/1163841883106033236'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://limberella.blogspot.com/2011/01/so-much-more-than-hot-with-tabasco.html' title='SO MUCH MORE THAN HOT WITH TABASCO ORIGINAL ® RED'/><author><name>LIMBERELLA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00342202497030427805</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EKxeadGy-Rg/TA-i8N1vGsI/AAAAAAAAAG8/LJqJePVGS6I/S220/me-cinderella.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3225880523878170073.post-1631587359665070201</id><published>2010-12-01T20:32:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-12-01T20:39:37.845+08:00</updated><title type='text'>BLOGSPHERE, i am so back!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EKxeadGy-Rg/TPZB8mVnOII/AAAAAAAAAgQ/1x9-H79eCik/s1600/Girl_happy_main.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 265px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EKxeadGy-Rg/TPZB8mVnOII/AAAAAAAAAgQ/1x9-H79eCik/s400/Girl_happy_main.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5545692500492499074" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Whew..I have been so busy for the past 2 months. Been employed home based. Now I am a certified "coach-staff" ( I don't even know if that word ever existed). Anyway, I want to go back to blogging again.. I missed writing and stuff...So here I come again!..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3225880523878170073-1631587359665070201?l=limberella.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://limberella.blogspot.com/feeds/1631587359665070201/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3225880523878170073&amp;postID=1631587359665070201&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3225880523878170073/posts/default/1631587359665070201'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3225880523878170073/posts/default/1631587359665070201'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://limberella.blogspot.com/2010/12/blogsphere-i-am-so-back.html' title='BLOGSPHERE, i am so back!'/><author><name>LIMBERELLA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00342202497030427805</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EKxeadGy-Rg/TA-i8N1vGsI/AAAAAAAAAG8/LJqJePVGS6I/S220/me-cinderella.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EKxeadGy-Rg/TPZB8mVnOII/AAAAAAAAAgQ/1x9-H79eCik/s72-c/Girl_happy_main.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3225880523878170073.post-1644473470235850813</id><published>2010-09-30T15:59:00.009+08:00</published><updated>2010-09-30T22:08:54.458+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='girls talk'/><title type='text'>GT # 7 - PINKY PINK PINK (with the late comer black and green)</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://beautyqueengene.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img class="aligncenter" src="http://i91.photobucket.com/albums/k316/kayedanda12/niko/gtbutton.png" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0cm;margin-bottom:.0001pt;line-height: normal"&gt;I felt bad for missing two entries in the girls talk. And much bad to miss to telecast (hehe!) my two colors, BLACK and GREEN.  But as the cliche goes, better late than never. =)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; line-height: normal; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-large;"&gt;GREEN&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0cm;margin-bottom:.0001pt;line-height: normal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EKxeadGy-Rg/TKRJRi9Nj6I/AAAAAAAAAgI/3tabSNdNCxI/s1600/IMG_0648.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EKxeadGy-Rg/TKRJRi9Nj6I/AAAAAAAAAgI/3tabSNdNCxI/s400/IMG_0648.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5522619608853221282" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;(my green polo, green phones and green book)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Green became my color accidentally. It was my friends who notice that most of &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;my things are green. And then, I was like "how come I didn't notice that".  From then&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;on, I'm fond of buying green color stuff and begun to have fetish for green.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-large;"&gt;BLACK&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EKxeadGy-Rg/TKRI-hzFLHI/AAAAAAAAAgA/jK4HmoITK3o/s1600/60883_1541000798569_1041394725_1563658_2066919_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EKxeadGy-Rg/TKRI-hzFLHI/AAAAAAAAAgA/jK4HmoITK3o/s400/60883_1541000798569_1041394725_1563658_2066919_n.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5522619282124778610" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EKxeadGy-Rg/TKRI0m5_dwI/AAAAAAAAAf4/5BVCzG5Na98/s1600/11841_1243566602900_1041394725_782447_3091584_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 266px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EKxeadGy-Rg/TKRI0m5_dwI/AAAAAAAAAf4/5BVCzG5Na98/s400/11841_1243566602900_1041394725_782447_3091584_n.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5522619111697250050" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EKxeadGy-Rg/TKRItBYA-KI/AAAAAAAAAfw/Ui5MiEqouBE/s1600/40086_1499344197180_1041394725_1462156_5402342_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EKxeadGy-Rg/TKRItBYA-KI/AAAAAAAAAfw/Ui5MiEqouBE/s400/40086_1499344197180_1041394725_1462156_5402342_n.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5522618981363546274" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Now if black is a color, it is my favorite. It is my comfort color, like when I don't have the &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;luxury of time finding something to wear, black is the best option. I mean I feel so&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;comfortable and confident when I wear black (maybe because it can cover up for my figure. heheh). There was a time when my mum dislike my black fashion, because it's gloomy to look at.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-large;"&gt;PINK&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EKxeadGy-Rg/TKRHz9joZZI/AAAAAAAAAfo/NI6iaFZ4KJA/s1600/40901_1499356837496_1041394725_1462237_330052_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EKxeadGy-Rg/TKRHz9joZZI/AAAAAAAAAfo/NI6iaFZ4KJA/s400/40901_1499356837496_1041394725_1462237_330052_n.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5522618001085982098" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I'm not such a pink person but this is my favorite loose pink polo. My hair covered the huge crocodile logo on my left chest.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;(oh my blog template is pink pala, i forgot. hehe)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3225880523878170073-1644473470235850813?l=limberella.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://limberella.blogspot.com/feeds/1644473470235850813/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3225880523878170073&amp;postID=1644473470235850813&amp;isPopup=true' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3225880523878170073/posts/default/1644473470235850813'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3225880523878170073/posts/default/1644473470235850813'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://limberella.blogspot.com/2010/09/gt-7-pinky-pink-pink-with-late-comer.html' title='GT # 7 - PINKY PINK PINK (with the late comer black and green)'/><author><name>LIMBERELLA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00342202497030427805</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EKxeadGy-Rg/TA-i8N1vGsI/AAAAAAAAAG8/LJqJePVGS6I/S220/me-cinderella.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i91.photobucket.com/albums/k316/kayedanda12/niko/th_gtbutton.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3225880523878170073.post-2595940571867773441</id><published>2010-09-13T15:00:00.014+08:00</published><updated>2010-09-13T16:01:34.791+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='wedding'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='cosmetics'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='women&apos;s interest'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fashion'/><title type='text'>MY VERY OWN WEDDING...SOMEDAY</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wedding bells is in the air. What seems to be the famous "Christmas Rush" has another non-synonymous version, "wedding rush". Wedding rush it is. Everyone seems to get hitched every year, specifically the non-random people called friends. I am indeed getting older (who isn't?!), from the birthday party blast and the débutante  and cotillion, now comes the "I DO's" matrimony invitation. Everyone seems to get married except "yours truly". And now I'm part of the semi-pressure, a no exempt for  the questions " when will you tie the knot?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To be honest, I have no plans as of the moment. The getting-married plan would come 3-4 years from now. I just want everything to be ready, financially and emotionally. I want to march that aisle with a peace of mind that I still have a life and a bank account after I say I do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And If I have to get married, I want it to be memorable. I mean I only get married once, not unless ...(knocks on the wood) I want that wedding to be worth it. From the couture, the reception, guests, motif and photographs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As for my motif, I want a royal blue or green, vintage would also do. And of course, I want to look like a princess, even it's just self-proclaimed, hehe. I also have this wild imagination that I would march(?) the aisle riding in a horse(now that's so fairy tale). I wonder if any church would allow this. *laughs*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now these are my choices of wedding gowns. I have every picture numbered according to my most pick and the least. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;WEDDING GOWN CHOICES&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EKxeadGy-Rg/TI3P3TxVIII/AAAAAAAAAfg/Lh2x75R7Nuo/s1600/wedding-gowns.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 294px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EKxeadGy-Rg/TI3P3TxVIII/AAAAAAAAAfg/Lh2x75R7Nuo/s400/wedding-gowns.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5516293667705659522" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;# 4&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EKxeadGy-Rg/TI3PpXEoFEI/AAAAAAAAAfY/c9Bj_tXWzy4/s1600/wedding-gowns-dresses.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EKxeadGy-Rg/TI3PpXEoFEI/AAAAAAAAAfY/c9Bj_tXWzy4/s400/wedding-gowns-dresses.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5516293428073731138" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;# 6&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EKxeadGy-Rg/TI3PclkaPdI/AAAAAAAAAfQ/a4aTwfTx-wQ/s1600/vintageinspired2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 295px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EKxeadGy-Rg/TI3PclkaPdI/AAAAAAAAAfQ/a4aTwfTx-wQ/s400/vintageinspired2.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5516293208626838994" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;# 3 (vintage and princess like)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EKxeadGy-Rg/TI3OvKGllqI/AAAAAAAAAfI/yVrikV2FA8E/s1600/princess.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 275px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EKxeadGy-Rg/TI3OvKGllqI/AAAAAAAAAfI/yVrikV2FA8E/s400/princess.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5516292428159882914" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;# 1 ( now this would make me a princess. i also like the color)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EKxeadGy-Rg/TI3Oex3o-lI/AAAAAAAAAfA/zGefRBAmKdQ/s1600/Amalia-Carrara-10602-large.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 304px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EKxeadGy-Rg/TI3Oex3o-lI/AAAAAAAAAfA/zGefRBAmKdQ/s400/Amalia-Carrara-10602-large.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5516292146776832594" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;# 5&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EKxeadGy-Rg/TI3OVWx3IpI/AAAAAAAAAe4/5D1f8-IxBIw/s1600/81-2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 364px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EKxeadGy-Rg/TI3OVWx3IpI/AAAAAAAAAe4/5D1f8-IxBIw/s400/81-2.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5516291984886014610" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;#2 ( i like the beads and the design would emphasize one's figure)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EKxeadGy-Rg/TI3NgrzxYLI/AAAAAAAAAew/7T1yQicmD_E/s1600/cheri-gown-mon-wedding-dress-2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EKxeadGy-Rg/TI3NgrzxYLI/AAAAAAAAAew/7T1yQicmD_E/s400/cheri-gown-mon-wedding-dress-2.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5516291079998103730" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;# 6&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;MY CHOICES OF MAKE -UP&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EKxeadGy-Rg/TI3NKZdBHxI/AAAAAAAAAeo/YjpdZJzhMKg/s1600/rb-smokey-blue-eyeshadow-47-0809-de.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EKxeadGy-Rg/TI3NKZdBHxI/AAAAAAAAAeo/YjpdZJzhMKg/s400/rb-smokey-blue-eyeshadow-47-0809-de.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5516290697113706258" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EKxeadGy-Rg/TI3NBpf9kSI/AAAAAAAAAeg/KpgksR1g1SM/s1600/eyemakeup1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 314px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EKxeadGy-Rg/TI3NBpf9kSI/AAAAAAAAAeg/KpgksR1g1SM/s400/eyemakeup1.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5516290546802200866" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EKxeadGy-Rg/TI3M5yAJ1SI/AAAAAAAAAeY/OKmpRZpKH1w/s1600/Collagene+Mascara+new.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 271px; height: 357px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EKxeadGy-Rg/TI3M5yAJ1SI/AAAAAAAAAeY/OKmpRZpKH1w/s400/Collagene+Mascara+new.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5516290411645752610" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EKxeadGy-Rg/TI3MzHqFzDI/AAAAAAAAAeQ/KqJjd_V4mrY/s1600/CashmereCocoa.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 302px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EKxeadGy-Rg/TI3MzHqFzDI/AAAAAAAAAeQ/KqJjd_V4mrY/s400/CashmereCocoa.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5516290297199709234" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I would like to have a smoky eyes or dark eyeshadow. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Not too heavy make-up. &lt;br /&gt;Smoky eyes give whiter complexion ( base on my make-up)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3225880523878170073-2595940571867773441?l=limberella.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://limberella.blogspot.com/feeds/2595940571867773441/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3225880523878170073&amp;postID=2595940571867773441&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3225880523878170073/posts/default/2595940571867773441'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3225880523878170073/posts/default/2595940571867773441'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://limberella.blogspot.com/2010/09/oh-weddings.html' title='MY VERY OWN WEDDING...SOMEDAY'/><author><name>LIMBERELLA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00342202497030427805</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EKxeadGy-Rg/TA-i8N1vGsI/AAAAAAAAAG8/LJqJePVGS6I/S220/me-cinderella.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EKxeadGy-Rg/TI3P3TxVIII/AAAAAAAAAfg/Lh2x75R7Nuo/s72-c/wedding-gowns.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3225880523878170073.post-6467163480285091949</id><published>2010-09-10T10:31:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-09-11T19:56:49.915+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='friday photo flashback'/><title type='text'>FRIDAY FLASH BACK # 6 - COUSINS IN CRIME</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://minyards7.blogspot.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img border="0" alt="Friday Photo Flashback" src="http://i567.photobucket.com/albums/ss118/kenleysmomma14/fpf2.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;         Now I cannot remember the story behind this, (maybe I was young enough when it was taken) but I what I am certain of is I was with my cousin in crime, KYONG2x (we all have unique nicknames, like me being called Limbing, my sister Tangsoy, brothers Angki and Fangki, cousins Chiko and Jaja). So to name digits, I think this picture is 21 years old. Anyway, have I told you how much I miss her? I guess I did said that a lot of times in my entries. She was just, like  I had in my title, my cousin in crime. We do things together, went to the same school, had the same friends, went to the same movies together, covers for each others lies, etc. She left 4 years ago and I never stop missing her since, wondering what would it be like if she never left. But people come and go. Now I'm getting too sappy..=)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EKxeadGy-Rg/TImYuQN0w6I/AAAAAAAAAeI/zbQUvSA0UfU/s1600/friday+photo.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 393px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EKxeadGy-Rg/TImYuQN0w6I/AAAAAAAAAeI/zbQUvSA0UfU/s400/friday+photo.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5515107139086238626" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;(me and kyong)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;TILL WE MEET AGAIN..=)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3225880523878170073-6467163480285091949?l=limberella.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://limberella.blogspot.com/feeds/6467163480285091949/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3225880523878170073&amp;postID=6467163480285091949&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3225880523878170073/posts/default/6467163480285091949'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3225880523878170073/posts/default/6467163480285091949'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://limberella.blogspot.com/2010/09/friday-flash-back-6-cousins-in-crime.html' title='FRIDAY FLASH BACK # 6 - COUSINS IN CRIME'/><author><name>LIMBERELLA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00342202497030427805</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EKxeadGy-Rg/TA-i8N1vGsI/AAAAAAAAAG8/LJqJePVGS6I/S220/me-cinderella.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EKxeadGy-Rg/TImYuQN0w6I/AAAAAAAAAeI/zbQUvSA0UfU/s72-c/friday+photo.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3225880523878170073.post-1960873239839158525</id><published>2010-09-09T19:48:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2010-09-09T19:59:36.392+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='nostalgia'/><title type='text'>NOSTALGIA # 4 - FIRST STEPS AT CAMIGUIN</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.meetourclan.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img border="0" style="WIDTH: 125px; HEIGHT: 125px" alt="Photobucket" width="244" src="http://i122.photobucket.com/albums/o248/akesha_2006/nostalgia1.png" height="251" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can very well remember the sentiment of this picture; my first steps at my dad's hometown: CAMIGUIN! This was 20 years ago, I think. Twenty years and so much has changed. I can remember how anxious I was for this trip that I was not able to sleep the night before. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EKxeadGy-Rg/TIjLDL3gX0I/AAAAAAAAAeA/Fm2IAaA-pcY/s1600/nostalgia+2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 288px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EKxeadGy-Rg/TIjLDL3gX0I/AAAAAAAAAeA/Fm2IAaA-pcY/s400/nostalgia+2.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5514880999300816706" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2o years after, this is us. The same women you spot above.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EKxeadGy-Rg/TIjKgmAC1kI/AAAAAAAAAd4/9URRhI76K5c/s1600/nostalgia+3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EKxeadGy-Rg/TIjKgmAC1kI/AAAAAAAAAd4/9URRhI76K5c/s400/nostalgia+3.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5514880405020530242" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(me and my sister on the right)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EKxeadGy-Rg/TIjKPP-YinI/AAAAAAAAAdw/rX-La6uAkcA/s1600/nostalgia+1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EKxeadGy-Rg/TIjKPP-YinI/AAAAAAAAAdw/rX-La6uAkcA/s400/nostalgia+1.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5514880107050207858" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(me and my mum)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3225880523878170073-1960873239839158525?l=limberella.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://limberella.blogspot.com/feeds/1960873239839158525/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3225880523878170073&amp;postID=1960873239839158525&amp;isPopup=true' title='13 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3225880523878170073/posts/default/1960873239839158525'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3225880523878170073/posts/default/1960873239839158525'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://limberella.blogspot.com/2010/09/nostalgia-4-first-steps-at-camiguin.html' title='NOSTALGIA # 4 - FIRST STEPS AT CAMIGUIN'/><author><name>LIMBERELLA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00342202497030427805</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EKxeadGy-Rg/TA-i8N1vGsI/AAAAAAAAAG8/LJqJePVGS6I/S220/me-cinderella.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EKxeadGy-Rg/TIjLDL3gX0I/AAAAAAAAAeA/Fm2IAaA-pcY/s72-c/nostalgia+2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>13</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3225880523878170073.post-5811172302212928110</id><published>2010-09-09T18:26:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-09-09T18:39:53.461+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='girls talk'/><title type='text'>GT # 6 - OH YEAH, PURPLE HAIR</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://beautyqueengene.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img class="aligncenter" src="http://i91.photobucket.com/albums/k316/kayedanda12/niko/gtbutton.png" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I wasn't able to join the girl's corner last week since my laptop got busted and most of my "red" photos are there. (hhmmm). Anyway, today is about purple and unfortunately I am not the "purply" type. But I want to show a funny thing I did with my 2x2 picture 2 years ago. Two years with "amateur" editing skill and 100 pounds beauty. But, well, oh yeah, vibrant purple hair it is. I don't know what crap has gotten into me and I thought of doing something crazy and creepy with this picture. I turned myself into a killer psycho. Hehe.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EKxeadGy-Rg/TIi2k1KdVUI/AAAAAAAAAdo/qSpWxTIldiw/s1600/purple.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 378px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EKxeadGy-Rg/TIi2k1KdVUI/AAAAAAAAAdo/qSpWxTIldiw/s400/purple.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5514858487577662786" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;HELLO PURPLE=)&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/3225880523878170073-5811172302212928110?l=limberella.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://limberella.blogspot.com/feeds/5811172302212928110/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3225880523878170073&amp;postID=5811172302212928110&amp;isPopup=true' title='14 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3225880523878170073/posts/default/5811172302212928110'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3225880523878170073/posts/default/5811172302212928110'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://limberella.blogspot.com/2010/09/gt-6-oh-yeah-purple-hair.html' title='GT # 6 - OH YEAH, PURPLE HAIR'/><author><name>LIMBERELLA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00342202497030427805</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EKxeadGy-Rg/TA-i8N1vGsI/AAAAAAAAAG8/LJqJePVGS6I/S220/me-cinderella.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i91.photobucket.com/albums/k316/kayedanda12/niko/th_gtbutton.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>14</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3225880523878170073.post-2123876199048478835</id><published>2010-09-08T00:43:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2010-09-08T00:56:31.126+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='medical'/><title type='text'>A GREAT HELP FROM NMEDA</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EKxeadGy-Rg/TIZtUW5PAkI/AAAAAAAAAdg/Hvzzu4K3aLo/s1600/nmeda_certified_dealer.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 186px; height: 200px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EKxeadGy-Rg/TIZtUW5PAkI/AAAAAAAAAdg/Hvzzu4K3aLo/s320/nmeda_certified_dealer.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5514214990272201282" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;em&gt;This is a Sponsored Post written by me on behalf of &lt;a href="http://socialspark.com/metrics/click/disclosure?slot_id=449012&amp;amp;url=http%3A%2F%2Fwww.nmeda.org" rel="nofollow"&gt;NMEDA&lt;/a&gt;. All opinions are 100% mine.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent:.5in" align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style=" ;font-family:Arial;font-size:14.0pt;"&gt;My cousin from &lt;st1:state st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;Virginia&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:state&gt;  was troubled with his dad's immobility years ago. He suffered a cerebrovascular accident stroke that paralyzed almost half of his body. His life moves in a wheel chair. Every time they take them to the church or in the city, they have the hassle process of carrying him in and out the car. They did this for years and she finally decided to look for a program that offers services, which can help her father's stressful situation. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent:.5in" align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style=" ;font-family:Arial;font-size:14.0pt;"&gt;Thankfully, she came across with a non-profit trade association, the &lt;a href="http://socialspark.com/metrics/click/post?slot_id=449012&amp;amp;url=http%3A%2F%2Fwww.nmeda.org" rel="nofollow"&gt;NMEDA&lt;/a&gt; dealers. She hit the dealer locator provided in their website, typed her city on a specific box, and was glad to find many listings of Mobility Equipment Dealers in their area.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=" ;font-family:Arial;font-size:14.0pt;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent:.5in" align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style=" ;font-family:Arial;font-size:14.0pt;"&gt;With a comprehensive research, she found out National Mobility Equipment Dealers Association is an internationally known organization committed to ensuring quality and professionalism in the manufacturing and installation of safe and reliable transportation equipment for people with disabilities. Their members consist of dealers, manufacturers, therapists, driver rehabilitation specialists, rehabilitation engineers, automotive engineers and many other types of industry-related professionals.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=" ;font-family:Arial;font-size:14.0pt;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:14.0pt;"&gt;NMEDA DOES NOT SELL ANYTHING: &lt;a href="http://socialspark.com/metrics/click/post?slot_id=449012&amp;amp;url=http%3A%2F%2Fwww.nmeda.org" rel="nofollow"&gt;NMEDA&lt;/a&gt; is the only association that promotes safe driving and equipment for disabled people. They are non-profit and their members are required to adhere to the safety standards of the National Highway Traffic Safety Administration. &lt;a href="http://socialspark.com/metrics/click/post?slot_id=449012&amp;amp;url=http%3A%2F%2Fwww.nmeda.org" rel="nofollow"&gt;NMEDA&lt;/a&gt; dealers (members) are the ones who sell handicap vans and vehicle modifications for disabled people.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=" ;font-family:Arial;font-size:14.0pt;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:14.0pt;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://socialspark.com/metrics/click/post?slot_id=449012&amp;amp;url=http%3A%2F%2Fwww.nmeda.org" rel="nofollow"&gt;NMEDA&lt;/a&gt; also have its Quality Assurance Program (QAP) dealers. &lt;span style="mso-spacerun:yes"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;The Quality Assurance Program (QAP) is the only nationally recognized accreditation program for the Adaptive Mobility Equipment Industry. It is based on the principle that in order to satisfy customers consistently, companies must have a systematic and documented approach to quality. The program was developed to elevate the level of dealer performance to reliably meet consumers' transportation needs in the safest manner possible.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-tab-count:1"&gt;            &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:14.0pt;"&gt;She was informed against adapted wheelchair vehicles sold over the Internet or through catalogs. So without further delay, she visited an &lt;a href="http://socialspark.com/metrics/click/post?slot_id=449012&amp;amp;url=http%3A%2F%2Fwww.nmeda.org" rel="nofollow"&gt;NMEDA&lt;/a&gt; dealer herself. The services, products and trainings were clearly discussed to her.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:14.0pt;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent:.5in" align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style=" ;font-family:Arial;font-size:14.0pt;"&gt;Now, she is enjoying with &lt;a href="http://socialspark.com/metrics/click/post?slot_id=449012&amp;amp;url=http%3A%2F%2Fwww.nmeda.org" rel="nofollow"&gt;NMEDA&lt;/a&gt; dealers. They helped his father get back onto the road of independence and gave him a trouble free transportation. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:14.0pt;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=" ;font-family:Arial;font-size:14.0pt;"&gt;You can also try the dealer locator my cousin did to check the dealers availability in the area and please leave me a comment about your closest qualified dealer so I can also tell my friends.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style=" ;font-family:Arial;font-size:14.0pt;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://socialspark.com/metrics/click/disclosure?slot_id=449012&amp;amp;url=http%3A%2F%2Fwww.nmeda.org" rel="nofollow"&gt;&lt;img alt="Visit my sponsor: NMEDA" border="0" src="http://socialspark.com/metrics/view/post?slot_id=449012&amp;amp;url=http%3A%2F%2Fsocialspark.com%2Fimages%2Fdisclosure_badges%2Fdisclosure_badge_green_three.png" style="border:0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&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/3225880523878170073-2123876199048478835?l=limberella.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://limberella.blogspot.com/feeds/2123876199048478835/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3225880523878170073&amp;postID=2123876199048478835&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3225880523878170073/posts/default/2123876199048478835'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3225880523878170073/posts/default/2123876199048478835'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://limberella.blogspot.com/2010/09/great-help-from-nmeda.html' title='A GREAT HELP FROM NMEDA'/><author><name>LIMBERELLA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00342202497030427805</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EKxeadGy-Rg/TA-i8N1vGsI/AAAAAAAAAG8/LJqJePVGS6I/S220/me-cinderella.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EKxeadGy-Rg/TIZtUW5PAkI/AAAAAAAAAdg/Hvzzu4K3aLo/s72-c/nmeda_certified_dealer.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3225880523878170073.post-9064970707501137042</id><published>2010-09-07T18:28:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-09-09T18:03:50.488+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='tuesday couch potatoes'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='movies'/><title type='text'>TCP: MEET JOE BLACK</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I am not a Brad Pitt fan but I do appreciate his movies. And if I have to pick a Pitt movie, it would be MEET JOE BLACK. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EKxeadGy-Rg/TIYVemG5DnI/AAAAAAAAAdY/tBjorwYMIoQ/s1600/meetjoe.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 237px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EKxeadGy-Rg/TIYVemG5DnI/AAAAAAAAAdY/tBjorwYMIoQ/s320/meetjoe.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5514118409131462258" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Bill Parrish (ANTHONY HOPKINS) has it all - success, wealth, and power. Days before his 65th birthday he receives a visit from a mysterious stranger, Joe Black (BRAD PITT), who soon reveals himself as Death. In exchange for extra time, Bill agrees to serve as Joe's earthly guide. But will he regret his choice when Joe unexpectedly falls in love with Bill's beautiful daughter Susan (CLAIRE FORLANI).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;A synopsis over the net, written by a Robert Lynch, says:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Joe Black and Bill Parrish enter into a most unusual gentleman's agreement. Wealthy media tycoon William Parrish leads a charmed existence until Death comes calling with an extraordinary proposition - he'll delay Bill's imminent demise in exchange for a tour of life. Innocent, enigmatic and often hilarious, Joe disrupts Bill's world of privilege and corporate intrigue. But when he falls for Bill's beautiful daughter, Joe threatens to change the rules. Now Bill must fight not for his future, but for those he loves in this bittersweet tale of life and death&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;My two memorable lines in the movie:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;1.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Joe Black: I don't care Bill. I love her. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;William Parrish: How perfect for you - to take whatever you want because it pleases you. That's not love. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Joe Black: Then what is it? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;William Parrish: Some aimless infatuation which, for the moment, you feel like indulging - it's missing everything that matters. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Joe Black: Which is what? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;William Parrish: Trust, responsibility, taking the weight for your choices and feelings, and spending the rest of your life living up to them. And above all, not hurting the object of your love. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Joe Black: So that's what love is according to William Parrish? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;William Parrish: Multiply it by infinity, and take it to the depth of forever, and you will still have barely a glimpse of what I'm talking about. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Joe Black: Those were my words. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;William Parrish: They're mine now.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;2.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Love is passion, obsession, someone you can't live without. If you don't start with that, what are you going to end up with? Fall head over heels. I say find someone you can love like crazy and who'll love you the same way back. And how do you find him? Forget your head and listen to your heart. I'm not hearing any heart. Run the risk, if you get hurt, you'll come back. Because, the truth is there is no sense living your life without this. To make the journey and not fall deeply in love - well, you haven't lived a life at all. You have to try. Because if you haven't tried, you haven't lived.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.kikamzpera.com/search/label/Tuesday%20Couch%20Potatoes"&gt;&lt;img width="168" src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2625/3788856406_8bcc15ed59_o.png" height="125" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3225880523878170073-9064970707501137042?l=limberella.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://limberella.blogspot.com/feeds/9064970707501137042/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3225880523878170073&amp;postID=9064970707501137042&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3225880523878170073/posts/default/9064970707501137042'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3225880523878170073/posts/default/9064970707501137042'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://limberella.blogspot.com/2010/09/tcp-meet-joe-black.html' title='TCP: MEET JOE BLACK'/><author><name>LIMBERELLA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00342202497030427805</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EKxeadGy-Rg/TA-i8N1vGsI/AAAAAAAAAG8/LJqJePVGS6I/S220/me-cinderella.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EKxeadGy-Rg/TIYVemG5DnI/AAAAAAAAAdY/tBjorwYMIoQ/s72-c/meetjoe.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3225880523878170073.post-3204802221517303226</id><published>2010-08-31T23:23:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-08-31T23:29:40.823+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sentiments'/><title type='text'>YES, I AM A FILIPINO.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EKxeadGy-Rg/TH0f0h1xoPI/AAAAAAAAAdQ/mfX3UJIpxx0/s1600/philippines-filipino-filipina-comments-107.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 284px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EKxeadGy-Rg/TH0f0h1xoPI/AAAAAAAAAdQ/mfX3UJIpxx0/s320/philippines-filipino-filipina-comments-107.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5511596506268934386" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;&lt;div&gt;I just want to share this text message sent my a friend&lt;b&gt;:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-large;"&gt;" &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(85, 85, 85); "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-large;"&gt;You hate the Filipinos for the hostage fiasco earlier this week, right? Then should I hate Chinese people for the lead poisoning and melamine contamination? Where in not eight, but hundreds, maybe even thousands have suffered. Is it right to blame a whole nation for a mistake of one man? If you do, then you are most dense. No arguments. Just an opinion" &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:'times new roman';color:#555555;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&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/3225880523878170073-3204802221517303226?l=limberella.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://limberella.blogspot.com/feeds/3204802221517303226/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3225880523878170073&amp;postID=3204802221517303226&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3225880523878170073/posts/default/3204802221517303226'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3225880523878170073/posts/default/3204802221517303226'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://limberella.blogspot.com/2010/08/yes-i-am-filipino.html' title='YES, I AM A FILIPINO.'/><author><name>LIMBERELLA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00342202497030427805</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EKxeadGy-Rg/TA-i8N1vGsI/AAAAAAAAAG8/LJqJePVGS6I/S220/me-cinderella.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EKxeadGy-Rg/TH0f0h1xoPI/AAAAAAAAAdQ/mfX3UJIpxx0/s72-c/philippines-filipino-filipina-comments-107.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3225880523878170073.post-7751482303918036323</id><published>2010-08-29T15:08:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-08-29T15:41:28.781+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sunday stealing'/><title type='text'>Sunday Stealing: The Majorly Personal Meme, Part Two</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 13px; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 13px; "&gt;21. If you were to live your life without your best friend, what would change?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 13px; "&gt;&lt;b&gt;*By best friend, I meant him. Everything would change (for good) and I can’t wait for that to happen&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:10.0pt;font-family:Arial"&gt;22. Tell us about an era of your life that you really miss.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:10.0pt;font-family:Arial"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;b&gt; &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 13px; "&gt;&lt;b&gt;*High school and college days where we were once complete. I miss those memories. *sigh* &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 13px; "&gt;23. Have you ever been betrayed by someone that came as a complete surprise? Without revealing the person, if yes, tell us about it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 13px; "&gt;&lt;b&gt;* No memories I can remember of.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:10.0pt;font-family:Arial"&gt;24. Do you ever think that is a good idea to hide your feelings?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:10.0pt;font-family:Arial"&gt;&lt;b&gt;*It depends. Some feelings are meant to be said right there and then, else you’ll be haunted by the “what ifs”. But there are also those which would fit the cliché “less talk, less mistake”.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:10.0pt;font-family:Arial"&gt;25. Tell us about your favorite year when you were a student.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:10.0pt;font-family:Arial"&gt;&lt;b&gt;* There are many of them. Maybe 2005.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:10.0pt;font-family:Arial"&gt; &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:10.0pt;font-family:Arial"&gt;25. When was the last time you were in a very good mood? What caused it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:10.0pt;font-family:Arial"&gt;&lt;b&gt;* Just minutes ago when I was doing a tarot reading to my brother.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:10.0pt;font-family:Arial"&gt; 26. Have you ever had a romantic relationship with a sibling of a good friend?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:10.0pt;font-family:Arial"&gt;&lt;b&gt;* Nope. I’m not so comfortable with the thought (for myself). But there's nothing wrong with that.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:10.0pt;font-family:Arial"&gt; 27. Tell us about the last thing that you did that you truly regret.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:10.0pt;font-family:Arial"&gt;&lt;b&gt;* Zip mouth&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:10.0pt;font-family:Arial"&gt; 28. When did you laughed today?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:10.0pt;font-family:Arial"&gt;&lt;b&gt;* Just minutes ago.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:10.0pt;font-family:Arial"&gt; 29. Do you trust easily?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:10.0pt;font-family:Arial"&gt;&lt;b&gt;* It depends. If it’s with small things, maybe, but the major ones, no way&lt;/b&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:10.0pt;font-family:Arial"&gt; 30. What do you care about that you wish more people would?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:10.0pt;font-family:Arial"&gt;&lt;b&gt;* Hmm. People working in the streets, astray dogs and cats, etc.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:10.0pt;font-family:Arial"&gt; &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:10.0pt;font-family:Arial"&gt;31. Is it easier for you to go without food or go without sleep?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:10.0pt;font-family:Arial"&gt;&lt;b&gt;* Hmmm. Both are essential.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:10.0pt;font-family:Arial"&gt; 32. What non-alcohol beverage do you enjoy drinking the most?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:10.0pt;font-family:Arial"&gt;&lt;b&gt;* C2 apple, mango juice, buko juice, orange-mango juice, coke, etc.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:10.0pt;font-family:Arial"&gt; &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:10.0pt;font-family:Arial"&gt;33. When you walk into a room full of strangers, generally how is your confidence?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:10.0pt;font-family:Arial"&gt;&lt;b&gt;* When I find myself in a room full of strangers, I walk up with head up high, thinking that they don’t know me anyway so what the heck.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:10.0pt;font-family:Arial"&gt; 34. Does talking about sex with anyone but your lover make you uncomfortable?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:10.0pt;font-family:Arial"&gt;&lt;b&gt;* Actually, I’m more of the listener when it comes to those sensitive topics.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:10.0pt;font-family:Arial"&gt; 35. Do you tend to believe members of the opposite sex mostly behave the same way?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:10.0pt;font-family:Arial"&gt;&lt;b&gt;* There are varieties of similarities and differences.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:10.0pt;font-family:Arial"&gt; 36. Did you drink any alcohol this week? If yes, what?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:10.0pt;font-family:Arial"&gt;&lt;b&gt;* I don’t drink.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:10.0pt;font-family:Arial"&gt; 37. Would you ever consider being a vegetarian?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:10.0pt;font-family:Arial"&gt;&lt;b&gt;* A big laugh for that. I am not the veggie type.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:10.0pt;font-family:Arial"&gt; 38. Do you believe that there’s always room in your heart for someone?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 13px; "&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:10.0pt;font-family:Arial"&gt;&lt;b&gt;* Yes, I do. And that room is intended only for that person. No one can fill up that void if he’s gone.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;39. Do you believe in the concept of soul mates?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:10.0pt;font-family:Arial"&gt;&lt;b&gt;* YESSS…&lt;/b&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:10.0pt;font-family:Arial"&gt;&lt;a href="http://sundaystealing.blogspot.com" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5240707426999565698" border="0" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IMCsoHEmcok/SLq7o24PfYI/AAAAAAAAePs/h2LvahE5h7E/s200/SundayStealing.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&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/3225880523878170073-7751482303918036323?l=limberella.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://limberella.blogspot.com/feeds/7751482303918036323/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3225880523878170073&amp;postID=7751482303918036323&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3225880523878170073/posts/default/7751482303918036323'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3225880523878170073/posts/default/7751482303918036323'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://limberella.blogspot.com/2010/08/sunday-stealing-majorly-personal-meme.html' title='Sunday Stealing: The Majorly Personal Meme, Part Two'/><author><name>LIMBERELLA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00342202497030427805</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EKxeadGy-Rg/TA-i8N1vGsI/AAAAAAAAAG8/LJqJePVGS6I/S220/me-cinderella.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IMCsoHEmcok/SLq7o24PfYI/AAAAAAAAePs/h2LvahE5h7E/s72-c/SundayStealing.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3225880523878170073.post-8854270080311323996</id><published>2010-08-27T11:53:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-08-27T12:07:19.032+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='friday photo flashback'/><title type='text'>FRIDAY FLASH BACK # 5 - CAN'T GET OFF MY HANDS ON THE ICING</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://minyards7.blogspot.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img border="0" alt="Friday Photo Flashback" src="http://i567.photobucket.com/albums/ss118/kenleysmomma14/fpf2.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;This was my sister (September 12) and mom's (September 11) joint birthday. I remembered my mum kept holding my hands because I can't seem to control my desire to lick the icing with my hands (which until now I still do *winks*).  As you can see my, my sister had a huge smile while my eyes were obviously taking a peek if mum was watching. I miss them. I miss how we all use to be together. I think I've mentioned in my older post that my sissy is already at Singapore and my partner in crime cousin Kyong already lives at Virginia. Sad..=)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EKxeadGy-Rg/THc4BzP1BEI/AAAAAAAAAdA/589he3MnYZY/s1600/27a.jpeg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 281px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EKxeadGy-Rg/THc4BzP1BEI/AAAAAAAAAdA/589he3MnYZY/s400/27a.jpeg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5509934272698713154" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3225880523878170073-8854270080311323996?l=limberella.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://limberella.blogspot.com/feeds/8854270080311323996/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3225880523878170073&amp;postID=8854270080311323996&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3225880523878170073/posts/default/8854270080311323996'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3225880523878170073/posts/default/8854270080311323996'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://limberella.blogspot.com/2010/08/friday-flash-back-5-cant-get-off-my.html' title='FRIDAY FLASH BACK # 5 - CAN&apos;T GET OFF MY HANDS ON THE ICING'/><author><name>LIMBERELLA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00342202497030427805</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EKxeadGy-Rg/TA-i8N1vGsI/AAAAAAAAAG8/LJqJePVGS6I/S220/me-cinderella.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EKxeadGy-Rg/THc4BzP1BEI/AAAAAAAAAdA/589he3MnYZY/s72-c/27a.jpeg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3225880523878170073.post-1134027195015103576</id><published>2010-08-26T22:38:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2010-09-08T20:24:10.693+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='girls talk'/><title type='text'>GT # 5 - LAUGH WHILE WATCHING IT WITH AN ENEMY</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://beautyqueengene.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img class="aligncenter" src="http://i91.photobucket.com/albums/k316/kayedanda12/niko/gtbutton2.png" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;My choice of movie is wackier than expected. If you have to watch a film with an enemy, try BLADES OF GLORY.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Now this film is a tear jerker, not melodramatically, but in the most hilarious way ever. It made me laugh like a "gazillion" times (the facial expressions, the dialogs,). And this is a unique film watching with an enemy because the film itself is about sworn enemies who curse each other for life. But their desire and love for skating made them a team, joint forces, cooperating and helping each other. Eventually, what seems to be a hopeless case of fighting, result to a pact of brotherhood they never did imagine to happen. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Watch this funny trailer:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;object style="background-image:url(http://i3.ytimg.com/vi/bCg1HO4UbTA/hqdefault.jpg)" width="480" height="295"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/bCg1HO4UbTA?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/bCg1HO4UbTA?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US" width="480" height="295" allowscriptaccess="never" allowfullscreen="true" wmode="transparent" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3225880523878170073-1134027195015103576?l=limberella.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://limberella.blogspot.com/feeds/1134027195015103576/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3225880523878170073&amp;postID=1134027195015103576&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3225880523878170073/posts/default/1134027195015103576'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3225880523878170073/posts/default/1134027195015103576'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://limberella.blogspot.com/2010/08/gt-5-laugh-while-watching-it-with-enemy.html' title='GT # 5 - LAUGH WHILE WATCHING IT WITH AN ENEMY'/><author><name>LIMBERELLA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00342202497030427805</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EKxeadGy-Rg/TA-i8N1vGsI/AAAAAAAAAG8/LJqJePVGS6I/S220/me-cinderella.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i91.photobucket.com/albums/k316/kayedanda12/niko/th_gtbutton2.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3225880523878170073.post-6711256170577655719</id><published>2010-08-24T11:46:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2010-09-09T18:04:33.538+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='tuesday couch potatoes'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='movies'/><title type='text'>TCP : THE EXPENDABLES --CHOOSE YOUR WEAPON.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;The latest movie I have seen with my Martin (love of my life) was THE EXPENDABLES. I'm no fan of action movies, but I still find myself enjoying it anyway. Martin and I usually take turns when it comes to choosing what type of movie we have to watch. Sometimes, we have a common interest but when it comes to super action movies, he's actually the man. So obviously this is his pick and  I have no choice but drag myself to the movie house. Anyway, I think the movie was great, I mean maybe for him. Laugh at me, I slept for like 30 minutes. Haha! Not that the movie was boring, maybe it wasn't interesting enough for me to keep me awake. Then he was so overwhelmed with the thrill and action, he repeated it again. Huh! Pity me. I have to endure again another long 1 hour and a half. Anything for lovey...=)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EKxeadGy-Rg/THNEqJ1vXTI/AAAAAAAAAcw/oubJC40GoHQ/s1600/TheExpendables2010.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 216px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EKxeadGy-Rg/THNEqJ1vXTI/AAAAAAAAAcw/oubJC40GoHQ/s320/TheExpendables2010.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5508822260190764338" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top:0cm;margin-right:0cm;margin-bottom:6.25pt;margin-left: 0cm;line-height:8.75pt"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="text-decoration: none; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;center style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="line-height: 11px; font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-weight: normal; line-height: normal;  font-size:16px;"&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0cm; margin-right: 0cm; margin-bottom: 6.25pt; margin-left: 0cm; line-height: 8.75pt; "&gt;&lt;span style="text-decoration: none; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" ;font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://10watchmoviesonline.com/the-expendables-2010.html" target="_self"&gt;Watch The Expendables (2010) &lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" ;font-size:medium;"&gt;Ch&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" ;font-size:medium;"&gt;oose your weapon.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0cm; margin-right: 0cm; margin-bottom: 6.25pt; margin-left: 0cm; line-height: 8.75pt; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" ;font-size:medium;"&gt;Director&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" ;font-size:medium;"&gt;: Sylvester Stallone&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0cm; margin-right: 0cm; margin-bottom: 6.25pt; margin-left: 0cm; line-height: 8.75pt; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: normal; "&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;center style="text-align: left; display: inline !important; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="line-height: 11px; font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="line-height: normal;  font-size:16px;"&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0cm; margin-right: 0cm; margin-bottom: 6.25pt; margin-left: 0cm; line-height: 8.75pt; display: inline !important; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" ;font-size:medium;"&gt;Writers (WGA)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" ;font-size:medium;"&gt;: Dave Callaham (screenplay) and Sylvester Stallone (screenplay)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0cm; margin-right: 0cm; margin-bottom: 6.25pt; margin-left: 0cm; line-height: 8.75pt; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: normal; "&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;center style="text-align: left; display: inline !important; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="line-height: 11px; font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="line-height: normal;  font-size:16px;"&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0cm; margin-right: 0cm; margin-bottom: 6.25pt; margin-left: 0cm; line-height: 8.75pt; display: inline !important; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" ;font-size:medium;"&gt;Release Date&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" ;font-size:medium;"&gt;: 13 August 2010 (USA)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0cm; margin-right: 0cm; margin-bottom: 6.25pt; margin-left: 0cm; line-height: 8.75pt; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: normal; "&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;center style="text-align: left; display: inline !important; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="line-height: 11px; font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="line-height: normal;  font-size:16px;"&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0cm; margin-right: 0cm; margin-bottom: 6.25pt; margin-left: 0cm; line-height: 8.75pt; display: inline !important; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" ;font-size:medium;"&gt;Genre&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" ;font-size:medium;"&gt;: Action, Adventure, Thriller&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0cm; margin-right: 0cm; margin-bottom: 6.25pt; margin-left: 0cm; line-height: 8.75pt; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" ;font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0cm; margin-right: 0cm; margin-bottom: 6.25pt; margin-left: 0cm; line-height: 8.75pt; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" ;font-size:medium;"&gt;Actors&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" ;font-size:medium;"&gt;: Sylvester Stallone, Jason Statham, Jet Li, Dolph Lundgren, Eric Roberts, Randy &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" ;font-size:medium;"&gt;Couture, Steve Austin, David Zayas, Giselle Itié, Terry Crews, Mickey Rourke, Arnold &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" ;font-size:medium;"&gt;Schwarzenegger, Bruce Willis,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify; margin-top: 0cm; margin-right: 0cm; margin-bottom: 6.25pt; margin-left: 0cm; line-height: 8.75pt; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" ;font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify; margin-top: 0cm; margin-right: 0cm; margin-bottom: 6.25pt; margin-left: 0cm; line-height: 8.75pt; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" ;font-size:medium;"&gt;Plot&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" ;font-size:medium;"&gt;: The Expendables has hired a major action / thriller about a group of mercenaries to infiltrate a South American country and overthrow their ruthless dictator. When the mission begins, the men see things are not what they seem to be caught in a dangerous web of deception and betrayal. With their mission, and avoid an innocent life in danger men face a difficult challenge, which threatens to destroy more of this Band of Brothers.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify; margin-top: 0cm; margin-right: 0cm; margin-bottom: 6.25pt; margin-left: 0cm; line-height: 8.75pt; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" ;font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify; margin-top: 0cm; margin-right: 0cm; margin-bottom: 6.25pt; margin-left: 0cm; line-height: 8.75pt; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" ;font-size:medium;"&gt;Barney Ross (Sylvester Stallone) is a man who has nothing to lose. Fearless and drained of emotion, the leader, strategist and sage for this group of men to knit is to live in the periphery. His relationship with his truck, his airplane and his band of loyal warriors modern. It is true cynic, what he does: “The removal of these hard to reach places described. The team behind him by Lee Christmas (Jason Statham), a former SAS and the taste of everything that has a blade that is Yin Yang (Jet Li), a master of close combat, Hale Caesar (Terry Crews), Barney the last ten years and specializes in long-barrel weapons; Toll Road (Randy Couture), the demolition and qualified experts, the intelligence of the group and Gunnar Jensen (Dolph Lundgren), a former fighter and sniper expert precision to fight with demons.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; "&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" ;font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" ;font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.kikamzpera.com/search/label/Tuesday%20Couch%20Potatoes"&gt;&lt;img width="168" src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2625/3788856406_8bcc15ed59_o.png" height="125" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3225880523878170073-6711256170577655719?l=limberella.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://limberella.blogspot.com/feeds/6711256170577655719/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3225880523878170073&amp;postID=6711256170577655719&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3225880523878170073/posts/default/6711256170577655719'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3225880523878170073/posts/default/6711256170577655719'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://limberella.blogspot.com/2010/08/tcp-expendables-choose-your-weapon.html' title='TCP : THE EXPENDABLES --CHOOSE YOUR WEAPON.'/><author><name>LIMBERELLA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00342202497030427805</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EKxeadGy-Rg/TA-i8N1vGsI/AAAAAAAAAG8/LJqJePVGS6I/S220/me-cinderella.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EKxeadGy-Rg/THNEqJ1vXTI/AAAAAAAAAcw/oubJC40GoHQ/s72-c/TheExpendables2010.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3225880523878170073.post-386467765605331669</id><published>2010-08-22T13:36:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2010-08-23T20:22:57.771+08:00</updated><title type='text'>FREE DIAMOND EARRINGS--WAITING FOR YOU!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EKxeadGy-Rg/THC4sHqeALI/AAAAAAAAAco/Sgl1VSiYtxg/s1600/diamondearringdotorg.png"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 307px; height: 239px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EKxeadGy-Rg/THC4sHqeALI/AAAAAAAAAco/Sgl1VSiYtxg/s400/diamondearringdotorg.png" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5508105412385046706" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Picture yourself in a party where you have to wear the most stunning piece of linen equipped with the perfect hairdo and stiletto, everything about you is perfect then suddenly your ears are spotted empty with no twitch of jewelry, the get-up becomes dull, right? But then, picture it again, you in the same set-up with these &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="  color: rgb(115, 115, 115); line-height: 19px; word-spacing: 1px; font-family:Verdana, sans-serif;font-size:14px;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.diamondearrings.org/"&gt;diamond earrings&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/span&gt;above, it definitely make you a stand out. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Diamonds are every girl's must have accessories. Whether it is with no carats or 24 carats. Girls believe that it adds class and glamor to their face, makes them confident in their own right. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The diamond earring you can spot above is free. No kidding. Although they are not real diamonds, they are equally classy and beautiful like real ones. Now this is not a scam.  If you want further information, feel free to  visit their site www.diamondearings.org. What are you waiting for, diamond earrings are waiting for you.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"    style="font-family:Verdana, sans-serif;font-size:130%;color:#737373;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" line-height: 19px; word-spacing: 1px;font-size:14px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&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/3225880523878170073-386467765605331669?l=limberella.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://limberella.blogspot.com/feeds/386467765605331669/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3225880523878170073&amp;postID=386467765605331669&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3225880523878170073/posts/default/386467765605331669'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3225880523878170073/posts/default/386467765605331669'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://limberella.blogspot.com/2010/08/free-diamond-earrings-waiting-for-you.html' title='FREE DIAMOND EARRINGS--WAITING FOR YOU!'/><author><name>LIMBERELLA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00342202497030427805</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EKxeadGy-Rg/TA-i8N1vGsI/AAAAAAAAAG8/LJqJePVGS6I/S220/me-cinderella.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EKxeadGy-Rg/THC4sHqeALI/AAAAAAAAAco/Sgl1VSiYtxg/s72-c/diamondearringdotorg.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3225880523878170073.post-6955123318959415040</id><published>2010-08-20T15:35:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-08-20T15:50:57.266+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='on the spot'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sentiments'/><title type='text'>fighting the pessimism disease</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EKxeadGy-Rg/TG4ziaDcjoI/AAAAAAAAAcg/UXT5hT896Ak/s1600/sad+baby.thumbnail.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EKxeadGy-Rg/TG4ziaDcjoI/AAAAAAAAAcg/UXT5hT896Ak/s320/sad+baby.thumbnail.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5507396060523040386" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;From a three day blast comes reality. Back to the real world. The hassle and pessimist sighs. I don't want to feel even a twitch of disappointment because I want to be as positive as possible, but I can't help it. Last week brought me into heights with a little expectation that I can nail an on line job, which turns out to be another wishful thinking. I almost have it! I was on step 3! One step more to go and tssaaaddaaa, I'm hired. Now what?. Back to a virtual job haunt again.  &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;I just want to earn more than what I can in the non-virtual world. I want to buy things that I cannot bought for myself when I have a regular job. I want to buy something for myself out of what I've been sowing. I believe I cannot do that in my previous job (no bad mouthing or what). I want to have the things I dreamed of having. I hate saying these things, but having them left unsaid is pissing me off the same. Wheew...So sad..&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;But then I would like to uplift myself with these few lines from a song "try again...never stop believing" ...=)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3225880523878170073-6955123318959415040?l=limberella.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://limberella.blogspot.com/feeds/6955123318959415040/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3225880523878170073&amp;postID=6955123318959415040&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3225880523878170073/posts/default/6955123318959415040'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3225880523878170073/posts/default/6955123318959415040'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://limberella.blogspot.com/2010/08/figthing-pessimism-disease.html' title='fighting the pessimism disease'/><author><name>LIMBERELLA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00342202497030427805</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EKxeadGy-Rg/TA-i8N1vGsI/AAAAAAAAAG8/LJqJePVGS6I/S220/me-cinderella.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EKxeadGy-Rg/TG4ziaDcjoI/AAAAAAAAAcg/UXT5hT896Ak/s72-c/sad+baby.thumbnail.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3225880523878170073.post-4497079319091349760</id><published>2010-08-20T14:08:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2010-08-20T14:16:30.089+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='friday photo flashback'/><title type='text'>FRIDAY FLASH BACK # 4 - was four years old 20 years ago</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://minyards7.blogspot.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img border="0" alt="Friday Photo Flashback" src="http://i567.photobucket.com/albums/ss118/kenleysmomma14/fpf2.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Now this was my funny fourth birthday. I had a little celebration with my first cousins . As you can see in the picture I below, I was pissed because I was suppose to be one who's going to blow those candles but you can see what happen. Boy, you can tell how "mad" I look like.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EKxeadGy-Rg/TG4c10bo6GI/AAAAAAAAAcY/BjCAoB1VIJM/s1600/7a.jpeg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 275px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EKxeadGy-Rg/TG4c10bo6GI/AAAAAAAAAcY/BjCAoB1VIJM/s400/7a.jpeg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5507371105253910626" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;But good thing my mum asked to blow those candles again. And I was happy. Bow.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EKxeadGy-Rg/TG4cu0KmlOI/AAAAAAAAAcQ/MQNEEwaQauk/s1600/2+a.jpeg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 271px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EKxeadGy-Rg/TG4cu0KmlOI/AAAAAAAAAcQ/MQNEEwaQauk/s400/2+a.jpeg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5507370984923370722" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3225880523878170073-4497079319091349760?l=limberella.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://limberella.blogspot.com/feeds/4497079319091349760/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3225880523878170073&amp;postID=4497079319091349760&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3225880523878170073/posts/default/4497079319091349760'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3225880523878170073/posts/default/4497079319091349760'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://limberella.blogspot.com/2010/08/friday-flash-back-4-was-four-years-old.html' title='FRIDAY FLASH BACK # 4 - was four years old 20 years ago'/><author><name>LIMBERELLA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00342202497030427805</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EKxeadGy-Rg/TA-i8N1vGsI/AAAAAAAAAG8/LJqJePVGS6I/S220/me-cinderella.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EKxeadGy-Rg/TG4c10bo6GI/AAAAAAAAAcY/BjCAoB1VIJM/s72-c/7a.jpeg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3225880523878170073.post-7498532804470962738</id><published>2010-08-18T10:27:00.017+08:00</published><updated>2010-09-08T17:33:16.168+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='places'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='travel'/><title type='text'>CAMIGUIN FOR THE NTH TIME.=)</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;I went to Camiguin last August 14 with my boyfriend Martin, cousins Jiji and Miko and brother fangkie. The purpose of our getaway was to join the traditional fiesta and at the same time have a blast. In case anyone of you is not aware what fiesta means, it is a feast day celebration in honor of a particular saint.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;This is my nth time here in the place. My father was born in this place and my grandparents are "ancestral" residents. So we've been going back and fort to Camiguin since I was a kid.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EKxeadGy-Rg/TGtIglvVe9I/AAAAAAAAAcI/D5cd738p-uU/s1600/IMG_0413.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EKxeadGy-Rg/TGtIglvVe9I/AAAAAAAAAcI/D5cd738p-uU/s400/IMG_0413.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5506574694114229202" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;(from left to right) cousin jiji, yours truly, my boyfriend and cousin miko.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;my brother took the pic.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EKxeadGy-Rg/TGtIWZb74vI/AAAAAAAAAcA/AIIqJwTpM9U/s1600/IMG_0605.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EKxeadGy-Rg/TGtIWZb74vI/AAAAAAAAAcA/AIIqJwTpM9U/s400/IMG_0605.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5506574519012942578" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EKxeadGy-Rg/TGtHkBf8_bI/AAAAAAAAAbg/r9sOXflk6n4/s1600/IMG_0548.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EKxeadGy-Rg/TGtHkBf8_bI/AAAAAAAAAbg/r9sOXflk6n4/s400/IMG_0548.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5506573653593882034" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EKxeadGy-Rg/TGtHVcXp2qI/AAAAAAAAAbY/ZRRtAuTUTsE/s1600/IMG_0537.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EKxeadGy-Rg/TGtHVcXp2qI/AAAAAAAAAbY/ZRRtAuTUTsE/s400/IMG_0537.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5506573403108792994" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Sto. Nino(ninyo) Cold spring&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EKxeadGy-Rg/TGtHCa3NeMI/AAAAAAAAAbQ/iLlSgUN5BJE/s1600/IMG_0629.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EKxeadGy-Rg/TGtHCa3NeMI/AAAAAAAAAbQ/iLlSgUN5BJE/s400/IMG_0629.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5506573076286765250" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EKxeadGy-Rg/TGtG6gVk7AI/AAAAAAAAAbI/D_YHAEPopeU/s1600/IMG_0626.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EKxeadGy-Rg/TGtG6gVk7AI/AAAAAAAAAbI/D_YHAEPopeU/s400/IMG_0626.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5506572940317355010" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EKxeadGy-Rg/TGtGwPNianI/AAAAAAAAAbA/VGgs4o_OAfk/s1600/IMG_0634.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EKxeadGy-Rg/TGtGwPNianI/AAAAAAAAAbA/VGgs4o_OAfk/s400/IMG_0634.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5506572763921541746" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EKxeadGy-Rg/TGtGkk2lvwI/AAAAAAAAAa4/obnpgfcr2pA/s1600/IMG_0683.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EKxeadGy-Rg/TGtGkk2lvwI/AAAAAAAAAa4/obnpgfcr2pA/s400/IMG_0683.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5506572563572440834" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;White Island. One of Camiguin's best tourist spot.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EKxeadGy-Rg/TGtGV7VfFKI/AAAAAAAAAaw/SwDYsM7NDfw/s1600/IMG_0734.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EKxeadGy-Rg/TGtGV7VfFKI/AAAAAAAAAaw/SwDYsM7NDfw/s400/IMG_0734.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5506572311909569698" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EKxeadGy-Rg/TGtF_Q99-BI/AAAAAAAAAao/_SYm88I1PaA/s1600/IMG_0777.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EKxeadGy-Rg/TGtF_Q99-BI/AAAAAAAAAao/_SYm88I1PaA/s400/IMG_0777.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5506571922579519506" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Ardent Hot Spring. Its source of water is from the Mt. Hibok-hibok volcano, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;that's why it's hot.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EKxeadGy-Rg/TGtFw-ZXBWI/AAAAAAAAAag/iaCu8bMANAQ/s1600/IMG_0845.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EKxeadGy-Rg/TGtFw-ZXBWI/AAAAAAAAAag/iaCu8bMANAQ/s400/IMG_0845.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5506571677075965282" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EKxeadGy-Rg/TGtFmdSDDxI/AAAAAAAAAaY/wdbhlpOQe9Y/s1600/IMG_1024.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EKxeadGy-Rg/TGtFmdSDDxI/AAAAAAAAAaY/wdbhlpOQe9Y/s400/IMG_1024.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5506571496388235026" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;GOODBYE CAMIGUIN&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3225880523878170073-7498532804470962738?l=limberella.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://limberella.blogspot.com/feeds/7498532804470962738/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3225880523878170073&amp;postID=7498532804470962738&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3225880523878170073/posts/default/7498532804470962738'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3225880523878170073/posts/default/7498532804470962738'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://limberella.blogspot.com/2010/08/camiguin-for-nth-time.html' title='CAMIGUIN FOR THE NTH TIME.=)'/><author><name>LIMBERELLA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00342202497030427805</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EKxeadGy-Rg/TA-i8N1vGsI/AAAAAAAAAG8/LJqJePVGS6I/S220/me-cinderella.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EKxeadGy-Rg/TGtIglvVe9I/AAAAAAAAAcI/D5cd738p-uU/s72-c/IMG_0413.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3225880523878170073.post-8930041700354330451</id><published>2010-08-12T16:54:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-08-12T17:16:59.741+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='nostalgia'/><title type='text'>NOSTALGIA # 3 - A PRINCESS PLEA</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I was packing my stuff for my Camiguin trip when I saw this composition I wrote almost four years ago. You can probably imagine the sentiments I had at that very moment.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;PRINCESS PLEA&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EKxeadGy-Rg/TGO6ZQdUfbI/AAAAAAAAAaI/GxQrbvrlP7g/s1600/sad+princess.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="text-align: justify;display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; cursor: pointer; width: 261px; height: 320px; " src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EKxeadGy-Rg/TGO6ZQdUfbI/AAAAAAAAAaI/GxQrbvrlP7g/s320/sad+princess.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5504448112654319026" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51); "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51); "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;I remembered before that my greatest dream is to &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51); "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;finally meet my prince. I am or was a hopeless romantic and all that crap &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51); "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;maybe. I have never known what it’s like to have a romantic partner in my life; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51); "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;mine was solely base on daydreams and sappy movies I’ve seen like a zillion &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51); "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;times. So my idea of a relationship was basically ideal and anything you can&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51); "&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;imagine of from a damsel in distress. But fairytale has to end one day because &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;this time it’s for real. I met him. The real life man of my dreams, the man whom &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;I can always imagine to be my prince, the man who turns my life into a &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;fairytale and the half of me that makes me whole. But to tell you, things are &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;not all about fantasies. I didn’t expect that my greatest dream could give so &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;much pain. That having your great love could also mean having to shed so many&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;tears. Someone once told me that once you commit yourself in a relationship, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;you should be ready to get hurt and cry. And there was more to that, I suppose.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="mso-margin-top-alt:auto;mso-margin-bottom-alt:auto; text-align:justify;line-height:13.4pt"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51); "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;My &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51); "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;perception of a relationship was that of which your behalf would never do &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51); "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;anything that would hurt you or he won’t even let any tear fell from you eyes. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51); "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;But reality wise, I was all wrong. The more you love the person, the more tears &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51); "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;you will shed. He made me cry for so many times and for so many reasons. Words &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51); "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;that were not meant to be said were told. I have with me a shattered heart and &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51); "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;a silent scream of painful tears bombarded within. We keep on hurting each &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51); "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;other. Our differences boil out which lead to conflicts and constant fights. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51); "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;There was a point in our relationship when I have to ask myself if I can still &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51); "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;be foolish enough to let him hurt me. And I was crazy and all that because I &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51); "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;end up forgiving him like what I usually do. I lowered down my inflated ego. I &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51); "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;even apologize for things I didn’t even do. This is the folly thing about love; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51); "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;when you tend to do things which never in your entire life would you imagine &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51); "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;doing it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51); "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="mso-margin-top-alt:auto;mso-margin-bottom-alt:auto; text-align:justify;line-height:13.4pt"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51); "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;But &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51); "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;the irony stands, the more I am hurt, the more I continue to love him. Because &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51); "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;no matter how much we hurt each other we always end up loving each other more. That &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51); "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;despite the puffy eyes he caused me, spent from too much sobbing, I still can’t &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51); "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;imagine giving up and seeing myself with somebody else. Nobody could ever send &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51); "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;me jolts and shivers down my spine with that soft delicate touch. Nobody could &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51); "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;give me butterflies in my stomach the way he does. Only that face can make me &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51); "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;smile and cry-for-no-reason-at-all at the same time, because that is the face &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51); "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;of the only man I can’t wait to spend the rest of my life with. Nobody could &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51); "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;ever watch me sleep and play with my lips the way he does. Nobody could tell me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51); "&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;that I look so beautiful even if I just wear the simplest outfit. Nobody could &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;ever tell me that I have something in my teeth or patiently wipe the ketchup &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;spill in my cheeks. Nobody could ever sacrifice the last piece of his food just &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;for me to be happy even if we have the same share. Nobody. Nobody. Nobody but &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;him. Only him alone can hurt me this much because only him I can love this &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;much. And because only him alone can give up everything in this world but never &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;the love of his life.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="mso-margin-top-alt:auto;mso-margin-bottom-alt:auto; text-align:justify;line-height:13.4pt"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51); "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;I &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51); "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;was hurt. I am hurt. And I know, I would still be hurt. But this pain I’ve been &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51); "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;going through is the kind of pain I never regret going back again and again.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51); "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.meetourclan.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img border="0" style="WIDTH: 125px; HEIGHT: 125px" alt="Photobucket" width="204" src="http://i122.photobucket.com/albums/o248/akesha_2006/nostalgia.png" height="211" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51); "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3225880523878170073-8930041700354330451?l=limberella.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://limberella.blogspot.com/feeds/8930041700354330451/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3225880523878170073&amp;postID=8930041700354330451&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3225880523878170073/posts/default/8930041700354330451'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3225880523878170073/posts/default/8930041700354330451'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://limberella.blogspot.com/2010/08/nostalgia-3-princess-plea.html' title='NOSTALGIA # 3 - A PRINCESS PLEA'/><author><name>LIMBERELLA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00342202497030427805</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EKxeadGy-Rg/TA-i8N1vGsI/AAAAAAAAAG8/LJqJePVGS6I/S220/me-cinderella.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EKxeadGy-Rg/TGO6ZQdUfbI/AAAAAAAAAaI/GxQrbvrlP7g/s72-c/sad+princess.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3225880523878170073.post-1914804168435924448</id><published>2010-08-12T10:56:00.008+08:00</published><updated>2010-09-09T18:04:58.384+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='movies'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='girls talk'/><title type='text'>GT# 4 - facing the giants</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EKxeadGy-Rg/TGNl0ryz6hI/AAAAAAAAAaA/rhbTB8trfEw/s1600/images.jpeg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 184px; height: 273px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EKxeadGy-Rg/TGNl0ryz6hI/AAAAAAAAAaA/rhbTB8trfEw/s400/images.jpeg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5504355125360323090" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Now this is not a romantic movie or the giddy love stories. One of the best I watched! Actually this is a wholesome movie, that everyone can watch. But I can also recommend this for couples, especially those who can't bear a child. How a wife stays with his husband through thick and the thinest.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;It is an action-packed drama about a Christian high school football coach who uses his undying faith to battle the giants of fear and failure. In six years of coaching, Grant Taylor has never led his Shiloh Eagles to a winning season. After learning that he and his wife Brooke face infertility, Grant discovers that a group of fathers are secretly organizing to have him dismissed as head coach. Devastated by his circumstances, he cries out to God in desperation. When Grant receives a message from an unexpected visitor, he searches for a stronger purpose for his football team. He dares to challenge his players to believe God for the impossible on and off the field. When faced with unbelievable odds, the Eagles must step up to their greatest test of strength and courage. What transpires is a dynamic story of the fight between faith and fear. Facing the Giants is a powerful experience for the whole family inspiring viewers to live with faith, hope, and love!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a target="_blank" href="http://beautyqueengene.com/"&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://i91.photobucket.com/albums/k316/kayedanda12/niko/gtbutton2.png" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3225880523878170073-1914804168435924448?l=limberella.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://limberella.blogspot.com/feeds/1914804168435924448/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3225880523878170073&amp;postID=1914804168435924448&amp;isPopup=true' title='11 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3225880523878170073/posts/default/1914804168435924448'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3225880523878170073/posts/default/1914804168435924448'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://limberella.blogspot.com/2010/08/gt-facing-giants.html' title='GT# 4 - facing the giants'/><author><name>LIMBERELLA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00342202497030427805</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EKxeadGy-Rg/TA-i8N1vGsI/AAAAAAAAAG8/LJqJePVGS6I/S220/me-cinderella.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EKxeadGy-Rg/TGNl0ryz6hI/AAAAAAAAAaA/rhbTB8trfEw/s72-c/images.jpeg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>11</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3225880523878170073.post-7523293910056343940</id><published>2010-08-12T01:15:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-08-12T01:19:36.474+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ways to earn'/><title type='text'>EASY WAY TO EARN AT SOCIAL SPARK</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EKxeadGy-Rg/TGLbhUsOOdI/AAAAAAAAAZ4/dwlY8yMPv7k/s1600/socialspark_small.png"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 77px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EKxeadGy-Rg/TGLbhUsOOdI/AAAAAAAAAZ4/dwlY8yMPv7k/s320/socialspark_small.png" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5504203060136524242" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51); "&gt;Blogging is one way of expressing one’s thoughts and opinions through writing. It’s not only exclusive for writers, but it’s also for people who have so much to share.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51); "&gt;I started to join the blog society last year. But due to work demands, I was not able to sustain my posts. But when I quit my job last May 2010, I decided to go back and indulge myself in the blog arena. And luckily, a friend of mine introduced me to Social Spark. Social Spark is where bloggers, like me, can make money by either placing display advertisements on their blog or by writing sponsored content. This is not only useful for bloggers alone, but also an advantage for advertisers. They can promote their products with the help of bloggers (they are paying) who will market their merchandise through blogs. This can also be a form of low-priced commercial.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51); "&gt;Signing up for Social Spark is an easy process. You just need one blog to register and make sure that it’s really yours. Your blog must be 90 days old and has at least twenty 20 original (non-sponsored) posts.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;; font-family:&amp;quot;;color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;I had undergone through this process myself:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;b&gt;First&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="apple-converted-space"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;– I registered to www. Socialspark.com&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Second&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="apple-converted-space"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;– I registered my blog and claimed it. Actually, they provided step by step methods that are really easy to understand.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Third&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="apple-converted-space"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;- Then I just waited for the result. It will just take days. I checked both my email and Social spark network all the time. Since they will just send you a message whether your blog has been approve or not.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;; font-family:&amp;quot;;color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;At first, they were unable to approve my blog since my posts did not reach the minimum-20-posts SOP. But with patience and determination, they approved my second application. And now, I’m looking forward for opportunities where I can earn and somewhat support my needs.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;So, what are you waiting for? Signing is up is FREE. Just click the link below.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span style="Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;; font-family:&amp;quot;;color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://socialspark.com/advertisers/izea/signup_opportunities/10122"&gt;I Signed Up for SocialSpark!&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3225880523878170073-7523293910056343940?l=limberella.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://limberella.blogspot.com/feeds/7523293910056343940/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3225880523878170073&amp;postID=7523293910056343940&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3225880523878170073/posts/default/7523293910056343940'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3225880523878170073/posts/default/7523293910056343940'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://limberella.blogspot.com/2010/08/easy-way-to-earn-at-social-spark.html' title='EASY WAY TO EARN AT SOCIAL SPARK'/><author><name>LIMBERELLA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00342202497030427805</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EKxeadGy-Rg/TA-i8N1vGsI/AAAAAAAAAG8/LJqJePVGS6I/S220/me-cinderella.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EKxeadGy-Rg/TGLbhUsOOdI/AAAAAAAAAZ4/dwlY8yMPv7k/s72-c/socialspark_small.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3225880523878170073.post-198966315539846671</id><published>2010-08-11T18:12:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-08-11T18:32:58.161+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='wordful wednesday'/><title type='text'>WORDFUL WEDNESDAY - wordless enough</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EKxeadGy-Rg/TGJ7SKupeTI/AAAAAAAAAZs/-xqaGv3MW4I/s1600/25887_1342130626939_1041394725_1051832_7554099_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EKxeadGy-Rg/TGJ7SKupeTI/AAAAAAAAAZs/-xqaGv3MW4I/s400/25887_1342130626939_1041394725_1051832_7554099_n.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5504097246648039730" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;Now I believe this is wordless enough. Haha! On the right is my sister and his hubby, while on the left corner is me and my boyfriend. Now that pose was the photographer's idea. (defensive?!) When I upload this picture at my facebook, you can't imagine the flooding comments with blurt out jokes like "contest" or the meany "so, feeling bride". Don't care. It was indeed wordless.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3225880523878170073-198966315539846671?l=limberella.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://limberella.blogspot.com/feeds/198966315539846671/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3225880523878170073&amp;postID=198966315539846671&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3225880523878170073/posts/default/198966315539846671'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3225880523878170073/posts/default/198966315539846671'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://limberella.blogspot.com/2010/08/wordful-wednesday-wordless-enough.html' title='WORDFUL WEDNESDAY - wordless enough'/><author><name>LIMBERELLA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00342202497030427805</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EKxeadGy-Rg/TA-i8N1vGsI/AAAAAAAAAG8/LJqJePVGS6I/S220/me-cinderella.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EKxeadGy-Rg/TGJ7SKupeTI/AAAAAAAAAZs/-xqaGv3MW4I/s72-c/25887_1342130626939_1041394725_1051832_7554099_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3225880523878170073.post-1662762944448889372</id><published>2010-08-11T00:13:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-08-11T00:20:41.108+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pieces'/><title type='text'>DEAR YOU</title><content type='html'>I have read this from facebook. A friend have it linked in her profile because it reminded her of me, before I found my self-proclaimed prince..=) This is a column from inquirer written by Cathy Babao-Guballa..Very romantic and nice..=)&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="  line-height: 15px; font-family:arial, helvetica, clean, sans-serif;font-size:13px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="  line-height: 15px; font-family:arial, helvetica, clean, sans-serif;font-size:13px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table cellspacing="0" cellpadding="0" border="0" style="border-collapse: collapse; -webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 0px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 0px; font-size: inherit; line-height: 1.2em; outline-style: none; outline-width: initial; outline-color: initial; display: table; "&gt;&lt;tbody style="line-height: 1.2em; outline-style: none; outline-width: initial; outline-color: initial; "&gt;&lt;tr style="line-height: 1.2em; outline-style: none; outline-width: initial; outline-color: initial; display: table-row; vertical-align: inherit; "&gt;&lt;td valign="top" style="line-height: 1.2em; outline-style: none; outline-width: initial; outline-color: initial; display: table-cell; -webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px; font: inherit; "&gt;&lt;p class="yiv1263045918MsoNormal" style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; line-height: 1.2em; outline-style: none; outline-width: initial; outline-color: initial; display: block; "&gt;Roots and Wings&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="yiv1263045918MsoNormal" style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; line-height: 1.2em; outline-style: none; outline-width: initial; outline-color: initial; display: block; "&gt;My daughter’s letter to the man she will love someday&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="yiv1263045918MsoNormal" style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; line-height: 1.2em; outline-style: none; outline-width: initial; outline-color: initial; display: block; "&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="yiv1263045918MsoNormal" style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; line-height: 1.2em; outline-style: none; outline-width: initial; outline-color: initial; display: block; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="yiv1263045918MsoNormal" style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; line-height: 1.2em; outline-style: none; outline-width: initial; outline-color: initial; display: block; "&gt;By Cathy Babao-Guballa&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="yiv1263045918MsoNormal" style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; line-height: 1.2em; outline-style: none; outline-width: initial; outline-color: initial; display: block; "&gt;Philippine Daily Inquirer&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="yiv1263045918MsoNormal" style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; line-height: 1.2em; outline-style: none; outline-width: initial; outline-color: initial; display: block; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="yiv1263045918MsoNormal" style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; line-height: 1.2em; outline-style: none; outline-width: initial; outline-color: initial; display: block; "&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="yiv1263045918MsoNormal" style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; line-height: 1.2em; outline-style: none; outline-width: initial; outline-color: initial; display: block; "&gt;Date&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="yiv1263045918MsoNormal" style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; line-height: 1.2em; outline-style: none; outline-width: initial; outline-color: initial; display: block; "&gt;First Posted 22:05:00 08/08/2010&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="yiv1263045918MsoNormal" style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; line-height: 1.2em; outline-style: none; outline-width: initial; outline-color: initial; display: block; "&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="yiv1263045918MsoNormal" style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; line-height: 1.2em; outline-style: none; outline-width: initial; outline-color: initial; display: block; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="yiv1263045918MsoNormal" style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; line-height: 1.2em; outline-style: none; outline-width: initial; outline-color: initial; display: block; "&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="yiv1263045918MsoNormal" style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; line-height: 1.2em; outline-style: none; outline-width: initial; outline-color: initial; display: block; "&gt;RELATIONSHIPS ARE always a difficult terrain to navigate.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="yiv1263045918MsoNormal" style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; line-height: 1.2em; outline-style: none; outline-width: initial; outline-color: initial; display: block; "&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="yiv1263045918MsoNormal" style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; line-height: 1.2em; outline-style: none; outline-width: initial; outline-color: initial; display: block; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="yiv1263045918MsoNormal" style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; line-height: 1.2em; outline-style: none; outline-width: initial; outline-color: initial; display: block; "&gt;As a woman, you spend hours pondering—alone or with your girl friends—the intricacies of the human heart. You always hope and pray that the next generation will get it better than you did.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="yiv1263045918MsoNormal" style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; line-height: 1.2em; outline-style: none; outline-width: initial; outline-color: initial; display: block; "&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="yiv1263045918MsoNormal" style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; line-height: 1.2em; outline-style: none; outline-width: initial; outline-color: initial; display: block; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="yiv1263045918MsoNormal" style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; line-height: 1.2em; outline-style: none; outline-width: initial; outline-color: initial; display: block; "&gt;Below is a letter I found in my daughter’s website (I have her permission to share this). She wrote it to “the man I will someday love.”&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="yiv1263045918MsoNormal" style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; line-height: 1.2em; outline-style: none; outline-width: initial; outline-color: initial; display: block; "&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="yiv1263045918MsoNormal" style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; line-height: 1.2em; outline-style: none; outline-width: initial; outline-color: initial; display: block; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="yiv1263045918MsoNormal" style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; line-height: 1.2em; outline-style: none; outline-width: initial; outline-color: initial; display: block; "&gt;I was expecting to read a gushing, romantic, idealistic tome. I was humbled instead by her sentiments. It’s filled with sensible expectations.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="yiv1263045918MsoNormal" style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; line-height: 1.2em; outline-style: none; outline-width: initial; outline-color: initial; display: block; "&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="yiv1263045918MsoNormal" style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; line-height: 1.2em; outline-style: none; outline-width: initial; outline-color: initial; display: block; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="yiv1263045918MsoNormal" style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; line-height: 1.2em; outline-style: none; outline-width: initial; outline-color: initial; display: block; "&gt;I pray that this will make every girl believe that hope does spring eternal, and even if your heart has been broken a few times, you can always put the pieces back together, and make it right the next time around.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="yiv1263045918MsoNormal" style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; line-height: 1.2em; outline-style: none; outline-width: initial; outline-color: initial; display: block; "&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="yiv1263045918MsoNormal" style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; line-height: 1.2em; outline-style: none; outline-width: initial; outline-color: initial; display: block; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="yiv1263045918MsoNormal" style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; line-height: 1.2em; outline-style: none; outline-width: initial; outline-color: initial; display: block; "&gt;Take your time. Don’t rush and don’t just “settle.” If it’s part of His plan, God’s best awaits you out there.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="yiv1263045918MsoNormal" style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; line-height: 1.2em; outline-style: none; outline-width: initial; outline-color: initial; display: block; "&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="yiv1263045918MsoNormal" style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; line-height: 1.2em; outline-style: none; outline-width: initial; outline-color: initial; display: block; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="yiv1263045918MsoNormal" style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; line-height: 1.2em; outline-style: none; outline-width: initial; outline-color: initial; display: block; "&gt;THE LETTER&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="yiv1263045918MsoNormal" style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; line-height: 1.2em; outline-style: none; outline-width: initial; outline-color: initial; display: block; "&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="yiv1263045918MsoNormal" style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; line-height: 1.2em; outline-style: none; outline-width: initial; outline-color: initial; display: block; "&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="yiv1263045918MsoNormal" style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; line-height: 1.2em; outline-style: none; outline-width: initial; outline-color: initial; display: block; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="yiv1263045918MsoNormal" style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; line-height: 1.2em; outline-style: none; outline-width: initial; outline-color: initial; display: block; "&gt;Dear You,&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="yiv1263045918MsoNormal" style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; line-height: 1.2em; outline-style: none; outline-width: initial; outline-color: initial; display: block; "&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="yiv1263045918MsoNormal" style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; line-height: 1.2em; outline-style: none; outline-width: initial; outline-color: initial; display: block; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="yiv1263045918MsoNormal" style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; line-height: 1.2em; outline-style: none; outline-width: initial; outline-color: initial; display: block; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="yiv1263045918MsoNormal" style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; line-height: 1.2em; outline-style: none; outline-width: initial; outline-color: initial; display: block; "&gt;I will admit that sometimes I really do wonder if you exist.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="yiv1263045918MsoNormal" style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; line-height: 1.2em; outline-style: none; outline-width: initial; outline-color: initial; display: block; "&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="yiv1263045918MsoNormal" style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; line-height: 1.2em; outline-style: none; outline-width: initial; outline-color: initial; display: block; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="yiv1263045918MsoNormal" style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; line-height: 1.2em; outline-style: none; outline-width: initial; outline-color: initial; display: block; "&gt;There is a part of every little girl’s heart that envisions her prince charming. At age three, it is usually of a man who can save her from the wrath of an evil stepmother, wake her from eternal slumber or give her that true love’s kiss.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="yiv1263045918MsoNormal" style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; line-height: 1.2em; outline-style: none; outline-width: initial; outline-color: initial; display: block; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="yiv1263045918MsoNormal" style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; line-height: 1.2em; outline-style: none; outline-width: initial; outline-color: initial; display: block; "&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="yiv1263045918MsoNormal" style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; line-height: 1.2em; outline-style: none; outline-width: initial; outline-color: initial; display: block; "&gt;In elementary school, he becomes the boy with the least cooties, the one who’s willing to cross the playground to share his Oreos even if it makes him a target for the week of all the other boys.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="yiv1263045918MsoNormal" style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; line-height: 1.2em; outline-style: none; outline-width: initial; outline-color: initial; display: block; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="yiv1263045918MsoNormal" style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; line-height: 1.2em; outline-style: none; outline-width: initial; outline-color: initial; display: block; "&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="yiv1263045918MsoNormal" style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; line-height: 1.2em; outline-style: none; outline-width: initial; outline-color: initial; display: block; "&gt;Come high school, it’s that boy you stand with at prom, who your father stared down at the door, who provided you with an experience complete with photos you will cringe at a decade later, a corsage that yellows in the refrigerator, and a faded memory of a night that seemed almost too magical to be real.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="yiv1263045918MsoNormal" style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; line-height: 1.2em; outline-style: none; outline-width: initial; outline-color: initial; display: block; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="yiv1263045918MsoNormal" style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; line-height: 1.2em; outline-style: none; outline-width: initial; outline-color: initial; display: block; "&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="yiv1263045918MsoNormal" style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; line-height: 1.2em; outline-style: none; outline-width: initial; outline-color: initial; display: block; "&gt;Nineteen years into this life, however, and still unwilling to give my heart away, I am still that same little girl who hopes for her prince charming. And although I wonder why it has taken you this long to sweep me off my feet and whisk me off to your palace on horseback, I know that it is probably because meeting you will be better than any fairytale I could’ve read as a kid.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="yiv1263045918MsoNormal" style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; line-height: 1.2em; outline-style: none; outline-width: initial; outline-color: initial; display: block; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="yiv1263045918MsoNormal" style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; line-height: 1.2em; outline-style: none; outline-width: initial; outline-color: initial; display: block; "&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="yiv1263045918MsoNormal" style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; line-height: 1.2em; outline-style: none; outline-width: initial; outline-color: initial; display: block; "&gt;A couple of heartbreaks and a few years wiser though, I will admit that there are times when I question your existence. Because I have yet to meet the guy who makes me hear songs like “All My Life” or “A Whole New World” in my head when I see him does not mean I don’t hope that it’ll ever happen.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="yiv1263045918MsoNormal" style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; line-height: 1.2em; outline-style: none; outline-width: initial; outline-color: initial; display: block; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="yiv1263045918MsoNormal" style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; line-height: 1.2em; outline-style: none; outline-width: initial; outline-color: initial; display: block; "&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="yiv1263045918MsoNormal" style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; line-height: 1.2em; outline-style: none; outline-width: initial; outline-color: initial; display: block; "&gt;I may already know you or may still meet you someday—something I leave completely up to God because I’m pretty sure our story will be epic.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="yiv1263045918MsoNormal" style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; line-height: 1.2em; outline-style: none; outline-width: initial; outline-color: initial; display: block; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="yiv1263045918MsoNormal" style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; line-height: 1.2em; outline-style: none; outline-width: initial; outline-color: initial; display: block; "&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="yiv1263045918MsoNormal" style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; line-height: 1.2em; outline-style: none; outline-width: initial; outline-color: initial; display: block; "&gt;However, I can’t promise you that I’d make the world’s most perfect princess. In fact I’ll probably keep you on your toes and amuse you with my eccentricities—there are a lot of them. I’ll probably steal a bunch of your T-shirts and turn them into shirt dresses, or drive you slightly mad with my obsessive compulsivity and my need to fix your collar constantly.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="yiv1263045918MsoNormal" style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; line-height: 1.2em; outline-style: none; outline-width: initial; outline-color: initial; display: block; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="yiv1263045918MsoNormal" style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; line-height: 1.2em; outline-style: none; outline-width: initial; outline-color: initial; display: block; "&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="yiv1263045918MsoNormal" style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; line-height: 1.2em; outline-style: none; outline-width: initial; outline-color: initial; display: block; "&gt;I can promise to be your best friend however—that person you can rant to after a rough day, the hand you can hold when you get sad, or the person you can text when situations get awkward.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="yiv1263045918MsoNormal" style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; line-height: 1.2em; outline-style: none; outline-width: initial; outline-color: initial; display: block; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="yiv1263045918MsoNormal" style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; line-height: 1.2em; outline-style: none; outline-width: initial; outline-color: initial; display: block; "&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="yiv1263045918MsoNormal" style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; line-height: 1.2em; outline-style: none; outline-width: initial; outline-color: initial; display: block; "&gt;I’ll probably mess up your hair sometimes and hug you for too long, but that’ll only be because I absolutely adore you. I’ll bury my head in your shoulder during scary movies and make you feel like superman when you kill those flying cockroaches that really shouldn’t exist. I’ll cook your favorite food on your birthday and try my best to make friends with your mom.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="yiv1263045918MsoNormal" style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; line-height: 1.2em; outline-style: none; outline-width: initial; outline-color: initial; display: block; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="yiv1263045918MsoNormal" style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; line-height: 1.2em; outline-style: none; outline-width: initial; outline-color: initial; display: block; "&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="yiv1263045918MsoNormal" style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; line-height: 1.2em; outline-style: none; outline-width: initial; outline-color: initial; display: block; "&gt;I’ll respect your nights-out with the boys and make you seem like the perfect guy to my barkada. I’ll watch basketball or soccer games with you, and not complain when you cheer too loudly at the TV set.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="yiv1263045918MsoNormal" style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; line-height: 1.2em; outline-style: none; outline-width: initial; outline-color: initial; display: block; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="yiv1263045918MsoNormal" style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; line-height: 1.2em; outline-style: none; outline-width: initial; outline-color: initial; display: block; "&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="yiv1263045918MsoNormal" style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; line-height: 1.2em; outline-style: none; outline-width: initial; outline-color: initial; display: block; "&gt;I’ll know the difference between giving you space and being constantly there for you—even if it means sitting and playing video games with you or taking hot chocolate runs when it rains.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="yiv1263045918MsoNormal" style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; line-height: 1.2em; outline-style: none; outline-width: initial; outline-color: initial; display: block; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="yiv1263045918MsoNormal" style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; line-height: 1.2em; outline-style: none; outline-width: initial; outline-color: initial; display: block; "&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="yiv1263045918MsoNormal" style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; line-height: 1.2em; outline-style: none; outline-width: initial; outline-color: initial; display: block; "&gt;I’ll listen to your music and we’ll go on epic adventures together—seeing the world, taking awesome pictures, eating awesome food, and never running out of things to tell each other along the way.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="yiv1263045918MsoNormal" style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; line-height: 1.2em; outline-style: none; outline-width: initial; outline-color: initial; display: block; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="yiv1263045918MsoNormal" style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; line-height: 1.2em; outline-style: none; outline-width: initial; outline-color: initial; display: block; "&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="yiv1263045918MsoNormal" style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; line-height: 1.2em; outline-style: none; outline-width: initial; outline-color: initial; display: block; "&gt;I won’t be waiting for you to sweep me off my feet and take me on a magic carpet ride, because I know I won’t need anything like that to fall for you—I will love you for you.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="yiv1263045918MsoNormal" style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; line-height: 1.2em; outline-style: none; outline-width: initial; outline-color: initial; display: block; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="yiv1263045918MsoNormal" style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; line-height: 1.2em; outline-style: none; outline-width: initial; outline-color: initial; display: block; "&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="yiv1263045918MsoNormal" style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; line-height: 1.2em; outline-style: none; outline-width: initial; outline-color: initial; display: block; "&gt;You will be that someone to make goofy faces with in pictures, to lace fingers with when I’m lonely, and to take long walks under the stars with on the beach.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="yiv1263045918MsoNormal" style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; line-height: 1.2em; outline-style: none; outline-width: initial; outline-color: initial; display: block; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="yiv1263045918MsoNormal" style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; line-height: 1.2em; outline-style: none; outline-width: initial; outline-color: initial; display: block; "&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="yiv1263045918MsoNormal" style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; line-height: 1.2em; outline-style: none; outline-width: initial; outline-color: initial; display: block; "&gt;You’ll be the guy who takes me the way I am—and will laugh as I burst into Disney song or pick out pink wallpaper.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="yiv1263045918MsoNormal" style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; line-height: 1.2em; outline-style: none; outline-width: initial; outline-color: initial; display: block; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="yiv1263045918MsoNormal" style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; line-height: 1.2em; outline-style: none; outline-width: initial; outline-color: initial; display: block; "&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="yiv1263045918MsoNormal" style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; line-height: 1.2em; outline-style: none; outline-width: initial; outline-color: initial; display: block; "&gt;You’ll be that someone I envision a future with—us filling out visa forms as we travel the universe, picking out our first dog together and arguing about what to name it, or being snap-happy stage parents in our preschooler’s annual mini-plays. And I keep hoping that maybe someday when we find each other, you will become that someone whose smile I wake up to in the morning and the last one I speak to every night.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="yiv1263045918MsoNormal" style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; line-height: 1.2em; outline-style: none; outline-width: initial; outline-color: initial; display: block; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="yiv1263045918MsoNormal" style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; line-height: 1.2em; outline-style: none; outline-width: initial; outline-color: initial; display: block; "&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="yiv1263045918MsoNormal" style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; line-height: 1.2em; outline-style: none; outline-width: initial; outline-color: initial; display: block; "&gt;So to the man I know does exist, and who will help me maybe make sense of the world someday, this man I can’t wait to love. Please know that I can’t wait to spend the rest of my life with you. But for now, I wait. Fingers crossed and palms held together, I hope that you’re out there somewhere, waiting for me, too.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="yiv1263045918MsoNormal" style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; line-height: 1.2em; outline-style: none; outline-width: initial; outline-color: initial; display: block; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="yiv1263045918MsoNormal" style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; line-height: 1.2em; outline-style: none; outline-width: initial; outline-color: initial; display: block; "&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="yiv1263045918MsoNormal" style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; line-height: 1.2em; outline-style: none; outline-width: initial; outline-color: initial; display: block; "&gt;With the hope I will be yours for always,&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="yiv1263045918MsoNormal" style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; line-height: 1.2em; outline-style: none; outline-width: initial; outline-color: initial; display: block; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="yiv1263045918MsoNormal" style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; line-height: 1.2em; outline-style: none; outline-width: initial; outline-color: initial; display: block; "&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="yiv1263045918MsoNormal" style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; line-height: 1.2em; outline-style: none; outline-width: initial; outline-color: initial; display: block; "&gt;Me&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&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/3225880523878170073-1662762944448889372?l=limberella.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://limberella.blogspot.com/feeds/1662762944448889372/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3225880523878170073&amp;postID=1662762944448889372&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3225880523878170073/posts/default/1662762944448889372'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3225880523878170073/posts/default/1662762944448889372'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://limberella.blogspot.com/2010/08/dear-you.html' title='DEAR YOU'/><author><name>LIMBERELLA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00342202497030427805</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EKxeadGy-Rg/TA-i8N1vGsI/AAAAAAAAAG8/LJqJePVGS6I/S220/me-cinderella.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3225880523878170073.post-8225290986220502645</id><published>2010-08-10T21:35:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2010-09-09T18:05:15.757+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='tuesday couch potatoes'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='movies'/><title type='text'>TCP: greekish MY LIFE IN RUINS</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EKxeadGy-Rg/TGFW1gcV9eI/AAAAAAAAAZk/a7xxZSnY4qQ/s1600/my_life_in_ruins02.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="text-align: justify;display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 320px; " src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EKxeadGy-Rg/TGFW1gcV9eI/AAAAAAAAAZk/a7xxZSnY4qQ/s400/my_life_in_ruins02.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5503775696865326562" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Now this is really Greekish. The setting, the people, the romance. So greekily romantic. The best places were captured and the scene was beautiful. Oh, no wonder I love Greece. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;A synopsis I've read from google speaks :&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 17px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;Georgia (Nia Vardalos) came to Greece to follow a man. A few years later, she's been cast aside -- alone and adrift in a foreign land. Eventually, her passion for history leads her to a job as a tour guide. But Georgia is bored, and has lost her "kefi" (Greek for mojo) to boot. When taciturn sasquatch Poupi (Alexis Georgoulis) replaces the regular driver at the last minute, the frazzled tour guide thinks that her luck has just hit rock bottom. Thankfully, Georgia's latest batch of tourists is a more lively bunch than she's anticipated, and in between bouts with rival tour guide Nico (Alistair McGowan), she manages to form a genuine connection with wisecracking widower Irv (Richard Dreyfuss), a solo vacationer who maintains a jovial facade despite the fact that he misses his late wife dearly. With a little help from Irv, Georgia comes to realize that true love may be closer than she thinks -- if she could just recapture her kefi and open her eyes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 17px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" line-height: 17px;font-size:13px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="  line-height: 17px; font-family:'trebuchet ms';font-size:large;"&gt;I can't help but fall in love with the movie. And all the more, I can't help but fall in love with Greece..=)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.kikamzpera.com/search/label/Tuesday%20Couch%20Potatoes"&gt;&lt;img width="168" src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2625/3788856406_8bcc15ed59_o.png" height="125" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3225880523878170073-8225290986220502645?l=limberella.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://limberella.blogspot.com/feeds/8225290986220502645/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3225880523878170073&amp;postID=8225290986220502645&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3225880523878170073/posts/default/8225290986220502645'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3225880523878170073/posts/default/8225290986220502645'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://limberella.blogspot.com/2010/08/tcp-greekish-my-life-in-ruins.html' title='TCP: greekish MY LIFE IN RUINS'/><author><name>LIMBERELLA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00342202497030427805</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EKxeadGy-Rg/TA-i8N1vGsI/AAAAAAAAAG8/LJqJePVGS6I/S220/me-cinderella.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EKxeadGy-Rg/TGFW1gcV9eI/AAAAAAAAAZk/a7xxZSnY4qQ/s72-c/my_life_in_ruins02.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3225880523878170073.post-6526733091302984124</id><published>2010-07-29T15:50:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-07-29T15:54:13.349+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='on the spot'/><title type='text'>REBORN..=)</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I had been off for few days already. I was kind busy with other things. Hmm...The last time I checked, I was disappointed with my colorful lay-out, my fellow sis could not leave a comment in my posts. So just recently, I changed another lay-out. Hope this one's work. So now, I would go blog blog again...It's good to be back. A lot of stories to tell=)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3225880523878170073-6526733091302984124?l=limberella.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://limberella.blogspot.com/feeds/6526733091302984124/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3225880523878170073&amp;postID=6526733091302984124&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3225880523878170073/posts/default/6526733091302984124'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3225880523878170073/posts/default/6526733091302984124'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://limberella.blogspot.com/2010/07/reborn.html' title='REBORN..=)'/><author><name>LIMBERELLA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00342202497030427805</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EKxeadGy-Rg/TA-i8N1vGsI/AAAAAAAAAG8/LJqJePVGS6I/S220/me-cinderella.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3225880523878170073.post-600462841729640138</id><published>2010-07-15T23:38:00.010+08:00</published><updated>2010-08-20T14:07:27.014+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='girls talk'/><title type='text'>GT #3 - THE OTHER SIDE INTELLIGENCE</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EKxeadGy-Rg/TD8x6grFh8I/AAAAAAAAAZc/7X1S9K8Lwi8/s1600/smart.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="text-align: justify;display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px; " src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EKxeadGy-Rg/TD8x6grFh8I/AAAAAAAAAZc/7X1S9K8Lwi8/s320/smart.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5494164951688120258" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;I have a confession to make, I have four failures in my Transcript (T.O.R.). Can I cover my face now? *smiles* I failed in biology, chemistry and two maths (what's to brag about this?.) But I don't see myself as dumb. I always live by the thought that my grades doesn't reflect my learning (which is kind of difficult to make it sound okay during job interviews). Hmm.. I am not so much of the academic but I managed to have good grades except for math and science.. But as what they claim, and which I quite agree (humble effect), I excel in ENGLISH. The pronouns, grammars, sentence constructions, etc., seem to be an easy money for me. I can formulate my sentences well and with all fairness, articulate enough when ask to read it. I manage to deliver extemporaneous speeches, elocution pieces and individual reportings, but never think of joining any organizations. *smiles again*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;I can also say that my conversational skill is commendable. I can handle conversations with different people. This, which is applicable to my job as a Human Resource Staff. I handle interviews and maintain a conversational level with applicants. I do background checking and orientations, both of which require a good speaking skill. Hmmm... I hope I don't sound like a big braggadocio.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;To sum it up, we all have the right to claim our different sides of intelligence. But for me, INTELLIGENCE is more than the digits or letters in one's T.O.R. or report card, it's having the wits and articulation wrapped with confidence, that will make a person stand out in a crowd of Einsteins. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;a target="_blank" href="http://beautyqueengene.com/"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://i91.photobucket.com/albums/k316/kayedanda12/niko/gtbutton2.png" /&gt;&lt;/span&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/3225880523878170073-600462841729640138?l=limberella.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://limberella.blogspot.com/feeds/600462841729640138/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3225880523878170073&amp;postID=600462841729640138&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3225880523878170073/posts/default/600462841729640138'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3225880523878170073/posts/default/600462841729640138'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://limberella.blogspot.com/2010/07/gt-other-side-intelligence.html' title='GT #3 - THE OTHER SIDE INTELLIGENCE'/><author><name>LIMBERELLA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00342202497030427805</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EKxeadGy-Rg/TA-i8N1vGsI/AAAAAAAAAG8/LJqJePVGS6I/S220/me-cinderella.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EKxeadGy-Rg/TD8x6grFh8I/AAAAAAAAAZc/7X1S9K8Lwi8/s72-c/smart.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3225880523878170073.post-8467139694704412222</id><published>2010-07-15T23:10:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2010-07-15T23:30:37.143+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='nostalgia'/><title type='text'>NOSTALGIA #3 - HIGH SCHOOL LIFE, OH HIGH SCHOOL LIFE</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.meetourclan.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img border="0" style="WIDTH: 125px; HEIGHT: 125px" alt="Photobucket" width="204" src="http://i122.photobucket.com/albums/o248/akesha_2006/nostalgia.png" height="211" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;High school was like ten years ago and a decade of changes happen. Having to look at these pics, brings me to those silly ol' days. The baduy outfits, mushy crushes, petty fights, puppy love, heartaches and etc. I miss those days! But today, it's different. We're already grown-up women, striving for survival, surpassing problems and living life. Whew.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;(FRESH FRESHMAN. FIRST YEAR HIGH SCHOOL WITH AMOW. LOOK AT HOW ANTI-FASHION WE WERE. BUT LOOK AT US NOW, ESPECIALLY AMOW, WHO IS FAR DIFFERENT FROM WHAT SHE WAS BEFORE.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EKxeadGy-Rg/TD8lgqOi9aI/AAAAAAAAAZM/UOFoliBHbAQ/s1600/28a.jpeg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 291px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EKxeadGy-Rg/TD8lgqOi9aI/AAAAAAAAAZM/UOFoliBHbAQ/s400/28a.jpeg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5494151313436636578" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;(JUNIOR YEARS WITH THE GIRLS. COUSIN KYONG, KEREN, AMOW AND ME.)&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EKxeadGy-Rg/TD8lYWadhrI/AAAAAAAAAZE/PuhXHTAMv30/s1600/friends+3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 287px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EKxeadGy-Rg/TD8lYWadhrI/AAAAAAAAAZE/PuhXHTAMv30/s400/friends+3.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5494151170678949554" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;(MY CROWD BEFORE, AND ONLY FEW REMAINED LIKE AMOW, LEONIZA AND KYONG. KAREN, SUZZY AND ALGIE ALREADY HAVE THEIR SEPARATE SET OF FRIENDS. KYONG WAS ALREADY AT THE US, BUT STILL KEEPING IN TOUCH)&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EKxeadGy-Rg/TD8lOsjuniI/AAAAAAAAAY8/OXeCWMa6JGc/s1600/friends+2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 275px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EKxeadGy-Rg/TD8lOsjuniI/AAAAAAAAAY8/OXeCWMa6JGc/s400/friends+2.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5494151004824706594" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;(OUR RECENT PICTURE)&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EKxeadGy-Rg/TD8oqmzkHWI/AAAAAAAAAZU/S2B18fJuwT4/s1600/FRIENDS+4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EKxeadGy-Rg/TD8oqmzkHWI/AAAAAAAAAZU/S2B18fJuwT4/s400/FRIENDS+4.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5494154782851734882" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;FRIENDS FOR LIFE!!!...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3225880523878170073-8467139694704412222?l=limberella.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://limberella.blogspot.com/feeds/8467139694704412222/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3225880523878170073&amp;postID=8467139694704412222&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3225880523878170073/posts/default/8467139694704412222'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3225880523878170073/posts/default/8467139694704412222'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://limberella.blogspot.com/2010/07/nostalgia-3-high-school-life-oh-high.html' title='NOSTALGIA #3 - HIGH SCHOOL LIFE, OH HIGH SCHOOL LIFE'/><author><name>LIMBERELLA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00342202497030427805</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EKxeadGy-Rg/TA-i8N1vGsI/AAAAAAAAAG8/LJqJePVGS6I/S220/me-cinderella.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EKxeadGy-Rg/TD8lgqOi9aI/AAAAAAAAAZM/UOFoliBHbAQ/s72-c/28a.jpeg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3225880523878170073.post-6551719613570334553</id><published>2010-07-14T23:03:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-09-09T18:00:11.981+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='wordful wednesday'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='technology'/><title type='text'>WORDFUL WEDNESDAY#3 - i love you, SONY!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;I love you, SONY!. That's been my mantra since last week. And just today, I was reminded of it again. The style, the color and the features, who would not fall in love with this SONY VAIO. But the price is just not yet for me. I can buy this for 70, 000 pesos, more or less 1,560 dollars. Whew. Tell me, how on earth am I going to produce that amount of money now? It will take me years.=) But my wildest goal is to have this on my hands before the year ends. I'll cross my fingers on this. Wish me luck!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EKxeadGy-Rg/TD3Ssj6q69I/AAAAAAAAAY0/4BXswnHcugA/s1600/laptop.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 390px; height: 390px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EKxeadGy-Rg/TD3Ssj6q69I/AAAAAAAAAY0/4BXswnHcugA/s400/laptop.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5493778783459273682" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EKxeadGy-Rg/TD3Sh4z1Z6I/AAAAAAAAAYs/SgKE75emMc8/s1600/Sony-Vaio-E-Series.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 280px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EKxeadGy-Rg/TD3Sh4z1Z6I/AAAAAAAAAYs/SgKE75emMc8/s400/Sony-Vaio-E-Series.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5493778600089184162" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.sevenclowncircus.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://sevenclowncircus.com/wp-content/uploads/2009/12/sevenclownbutton.jpg" border="0″" width="125" height="125" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3225880523878170073-6551719613570334553?l=limberella.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://limberella.blogspot.com/feeds/6551719613570334553/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3225880523878170073&amp;postID=6551719613570334553&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3225880523878170073/posts/default/6551719613570334553'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3225880523878170073/posts/default/6551719613570334553'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://limberella.blogspot.com/2010/07/wordful-wednesday3-i-love-you-sony.html' title='WORDFUL WEDNESDAY#3 - i love you, SONY!'/><author><name>LIMBERELLA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00342202497030427805</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EKxeadGy-Rg/TA-i8N1vGsI/AAAAAAAAAG8/LJqJePVGS6I/S220/me-cinderella.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EKxeadGy-Rg/TD3Ssj6q69I/AAAAAAAAAY0/4BXswnHcugA/s72-c/laptop.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3225880523878170073.post-7189780630354784326</id><published>2010-07-10T11:42:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-07-10T11:55:40.219+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='saturday 9'/><title type='text'>SATURDAY 9 # 1 - GO YOUR OWN WAY</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://samanthasaturday9.blogspot.com/" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 79px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ERmSLV1iXyg/TC5N1SR7BYI/AAAAAAAAAb4/7VQMnbo_wgA/s320/holiday+logo12.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5489410573646628226" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;This is my first entry for the SATURDAY 9. The questions are way too cool so that's why I think of joining. So here it is:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(50, 50, 50); line-height: 21px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;1. When was the last time you were told to go your own way?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#323232;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 21px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;* &lt;b&gt;mmm. i'm actually not used being told on what to do. so it's more of i do it my way all the time.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(50, 50, 50); line-height: 21px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. What one experience has strengthened your character the most so far?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(50, 50, 50); line-height: 21px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(50, 50, 50); line-height: 21px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;* my recent job taught me to be strong in order to survive.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. What's your favorite thing to do on a rainy day?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(50, 50, 50); line-height: 21px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(50, 50, 50); line-height: 21px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;* maybe, have a nap. or a coffee. or be a couch potato and have that movie marathon&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(50, 50, 50); line-height: 21px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. How long can you go without your cell phone?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(50, 50, 50); line-height: 21px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(50, 50, 50); line-height: 21px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;* no way.. i mean, you can't see me without one. it's a necessity.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. Do you wish you were somewhere else right now?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(50, 50, 50); line-height: 21px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(50, 50, 50); line-height: 21px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;* i don't know. maybe. at some point.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. Of all the people you've ever known, who have you most feared?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(50, 50, 50); line-height: 21px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(50, 50, 50); line-height: 21px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;*haha..that will be a secret. because i'm scared. &lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. Do people tell you that you look your age?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(50, 50, 50); line-height: 21px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(50, 50, 50); line-height: 21px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;* i receive different opinions and it varies all the time.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. Your ex shows up randomly at your house, what do you say?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(50, 50, 50); line-height: 21px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(50, 50, 50); line-height: 21px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;* fortunately, i don't have any ex&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. Do you believe everyone deserves a second chance?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(50, 50, 50); line-height: 21px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(50, 50, 50); line-height: 21px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;*it depends actually. it might meant that 2nd chances would give that person the chance to hurt you again.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3225880523878170073-7189780630354784326?l=limberella.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://limberella.blogspot.com/feeds/7189780630354784326/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3225880523878170073&amp;postID=7189780630354784326&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3225880523878170073/posts/default/7189780630354784326'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3225880523878170073/posts/default/7189780630354784326'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://limberella.blogspot.com/2010/07/saturday-9-1-go-your-own-way.html' title='SATURDAY 9 # 1 - GO YOUR OWN WAY'/><author><name>LIMBERELLA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00342202497030427805</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EKxeadGy-Rg/TA-i8N1vGsI/AAAAAAAAAG8/LJqJePVGS6I/S220/me-cinderella.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ERmSLV1iXyg/TC5N1SR7BYI/AAAAAAAAAb4/7VQMnbo_wgA/s72-c/holiday+logo12.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3225880523878170073.post-8281091697536554366</id><published>2010-07-10T10:03:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2010-09-09T18:00:41.543+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='then sings my soul saturdays'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='music'/><title type='text'>TSMSS # 2: SHOW ME THE WAY TO YOUR HEART</title><content type='html'>&lt;center style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://signsmiraclesandwonders.blogspot.com/2008/03/then-sings-my-soul-saturdays-inaugural.html"&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LbcbA4xmEgs/R9L2sBkLVvI/AAAAAAAAAKI/wBr0rikJufE/s200/then_sings_my_soul.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This was sung by Kris Dayanti. I so love oldies or classic. It's like I was born during their time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;"I guess you think you really know me&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;I keep all the secrets you've told me&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;We're such good friends&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;That's where it ends&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;But at night when I'm dreaming, you hold me&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Maybe we've known each other too long&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;We've laughed and you've cried on my shoulder&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Why can't you see this change in me&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Won't you say it's not too much to hope for&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Chorus&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Show me the way to your heart&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Won't you lead me all the way to your heart&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;My emotions are too strong to resist&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;And together we've journey this for &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Take me to your heart...&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;I may be my imagination&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;But when we just touched you were shoking&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Oh can it be... you feel like me&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;If you do baby, don't keep me waiting&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3225880523878170073-8281091697536554366?l=limberella.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://limberella.blogspot.com/feeds/8281091697536554366/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3225880523878170073&amp;postID=8281091697536554366&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3225880523878170073/posts/default/8281091697536554366'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3225880523878170073/posts/default/8281091697536554366'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://limberella.blogspot.com/2010/07/tsmss-2-show-me-way-to-your-heart.html' title='TSMSS # 2: SHOW ME THE WAY TO YOUR HEART'/><author><name>LIMBERELLA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00342202497030427805</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EKxeadGy-Rg/TA-i8N1vGsI/AAAAAAAAAG8/LJqJePVGS6I/S220/me-cinderella.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LbcbA4xmEgs/R9L2sBkLVvI/AAAAAAAAAKI/wBr0rikJufE/s72-c/then_sings_my_soul.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3225880523878170073.post-5618630945420403711</id><published>2010-07-09T20:58:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2010-07-10T11:26:04.899+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='friday photo flashback'/><title type='text'>FRIDAY FLASH BACK #3: SISTERS</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://minyards7.blogspot.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" alt="Friday Photo Flashback" src="http://i567.photobucket.com/albums/ss118/kenleysmomma14/fpf2.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;My aunt scanned a caveman picture of me and my sister. I look like an ugly bully, while she looks cute. I have to admit I'm kind of the ugly duckling before. My aunts would tell me that I look so different from the kid I was before. You're the better judge..=)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;My elder sister, Tangsoy and me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EKxeadGy-Rg/TDceVYHbczI/AAAAAAAAAYU/tH1mrspMIY4/s1600/soyabing1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 279px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EKxeadGy-Rg/TDceVYHbczI/AAAAAAAAAYU/tH1mrspMIY4/s400/soyabing1.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5491891623201305394" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;And look at us today... That is my younger brother Angkie in between. (Still in the same angle, she on the left and I'm on the right)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EKxeadGy-Rg/TDcfhbkLmQI/AAAAAAAAAYk/2ipmDaYvaVM/s1600/soyabing2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EKxeadGy-Rg/TDcfhbkLmQI/AAAAAAAAAYk/2ipmDaYvaVM/s400/soyabing2.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5491892929797265666" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&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/3225880523878170073-5618630945420403711?l=limberella.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://limberella.blogspot.com/feeds/5618630945420403711/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3225880523878170073&amp;postID=5618630945420403711&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3225880523878170073/posts/default/5618630945420403711'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3225880523878170073/posts/default/5618630945420403711'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://limberella.blogspot.com/2010/07/friday-flash-back-3-sisters.html' title='FRIDAY FLASH BACK #3: SISTERS'/><author><name>LIMBERELLA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00342202497030427805</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EKxeadGy-Rg/TA-i8N1vGsI/AAAAAAAAAG8/LJqJePVGS6I/S220/me-cinderella.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EKxeadGy-Rg/TDceVYHbczI/AAAAAAAAAYU/tH1mrspMIY4/s72-c/soyabing1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3225880523878170073.post-2375901590130386653</id><published>2010-07-08T17:48:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2010-09-09T18:02:39.796+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='foods'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='girls talk'/><title type='text'>GT #2 - THE EXTRAVAGANT BUM</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a target="_blank" href="http://beautyqueengene.com/"&gt;&lt;img alt="Girls Talk" src="http://i91.photobucket.com/albums/k316/kayedanda12/niko/gtbutton.png" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;I'm such a bum lately. My money is enough for the bills, contributions and etc. I have to make sure that every penny is not wasted. You see, I just resigned last May 15, so I have to maintain a strict budget. But despite my almost being a beggar, I always find ways for foods. I can always say NO to shopping (even if I've been dying to buy the newest Kamiseta shirt), I can always say NOT NOW to adventures (water rafting and zip zone) but it's always a YES to food!.I became an extravagant bum when it comes to the food I love. I indulge myself to pizzas, eat all you can, cuisines, etc. My mom would always tell me, "and now you're complaining that you're fat?".&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;Maybe because I have live to the thought that you should not deprive yourself when it comes to food. Food is life. This is the financial me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;These are few of my food collection pictures..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://widget-39.slide.com/widgets/slideticker.swf" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" quality="high" scale="noscale" salign="l" wmode="transparent" flashvars="cy=bb&amp;amp;il=1&amp;amp;channel=2882303761553548601&amp;amp;site=widget-39.slide.com" style="width:400px;height:320px" name="flashticker"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;div style="width:400px;text-align:left;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.slide.com/pivot?cy=bb&amp;amp;at=un&amp;amp;id=2882303761553548601&amp;amp;map=1" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://widget-39.slide.com/p1/2882303761553548601/bb_t024_v000_s0un_f00/images/xslide1.gif" border="0" ismap="ismap" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.slide.com/pivot?cy=bb&amp;amp;at=un&amp;amp;id=2882303761553548601&amp;amp;map=2" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://widget-39.slide.com/p2/2882303761553548601/bb_t024_v000_s0un_f00/images/xslide2.gif" border="0" ismap="ismap" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.slide.com/pivot?cy=bb&amp;amp;at=un&amp;amp;id=2882303761553548601&amp;amp;map=F" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://widget-39.slide.com/p4/2882303761553548601/bb_t024_v000_s0un_f00/images/xslide42.gif" border="0" ismap="ismap" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3225880523878170073-2375901590130386653?l=limberella.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://limberella.blogspot.com/feeds/2375901590130386653/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3225880523878170073&amp;postID=2375901590130386653&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3225880523878170073/posts/default/2375901590130386653'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3225880523878170073/posts/default/2375901590130386653'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://limberella.blogspot.com/2010/07/gt-2-extravagant-bum.html' title='GT #2 - THE EXTRAVAGANT BUM'/><author><name>LIMBERELLA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00342202497030427805</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EKxeadGy-Rg/TA-i8N1vGsI/AAAAAAAAAG8/LJqJePVGS6I/S220/me-cinderella.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i91.photobucket.com/albums/k316/kayedanda12/niko/th_gtbutton.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3225880523878170073.post-8589013716318381916</id><published>2010-07-08T17:02:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-07-08T17:27:06.244+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='nostalgia'/><title type='text'>NOSTALGIA # 2 - THE MAKE UP SESSION</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EKxeadGy-Rg/TDWX-5nq-xI/AAAAAAAAAYM/LGiOagu6pHE/s1600/nostalgia.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EKxeadGy-Rg/TDWX-5nq-xI/AAAAAAAAAYM/LGiOagu6pHE/s400/nostalgia.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5491462427523087122" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The picture was taken almost four years ago. Look at how skinny I was compared to the chubby wabby I am right now. We were still college students at this time. Dang, I almost forgot about this one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Martin was playing a video game when suddenly I thought of something really funny. I painted his face with my make up. It took me ages to convince him about my weirdo plan and centuries to convince him to have his face pictured. You can see in his face how pissed he was. He's going to kill me for this..Hahaha. Kidding aside.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.meetourclan.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img border="0" style="WIDTH: 125px; HEIGHT: 125px" alt="Photobucket" width="204" src="http://i122.photobucket.com/albums/o248/akesha_2006/nostalgia.png" height="211" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3225880523878170073-8589013716318381916?l=limberella.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://limberella.blogspot.com/feeds/8589013716318381916/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3225880523878170073&amp;postID=8589013716318381916&amp;isPopup=true' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3225880523878170073/posts/default/8589013716318381916'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3225880523878170073/posts/default/8589013716318381916'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://limberella.blogspot.com/2010/07/nostalgia-2-make-up-session.html' title='NOSTALGIA # 2 - THE MAKE UP SESSION'/><author><name>LIMBERELLA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00342202497030427805</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EKxeadGy-Rg/TA-i8N1vGsI/AAAAAAAAAG8/LJqJePVGS6I/S220/me-cinderella.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EKxeadGy-Rg/TDWX-5nq-xI/AAAAAAAAAYM/LGiOagu6pHE/s72-c/nostalgia.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3225880523878170073.post-4459606970785834542</id><published>2010-07-08T00:33:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2010-07-08T00:48:52.513+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='wordful wednesday'/><title type='text'>WORDFUL WEDNESDAY #2 - 50 IT IS</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.sevenclowncircus.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://sevenclowncircus.com/wp-content/uploads/2009/12/sevenclownbutton.jpg" border="0″" width="125" height="125" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;This 7th day of July, 2010, is my Aunt Grace's (my dad's sister) 50th birthday. We had a blast. Get together with cousins, aunts and few uncles. Had a good laugh, good food and refillable ice teas. Time is really running fast or let me rephrase that, time is tissue. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;This is she. Blowing away her younger years and saying hello to more wrinkles. Well, rephrasing what the advertisement just said, "IT's OK TO BE 50, JUST AS LONG AS YOU LOOK 30"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EKxeadGy-Rg/TDStf1pxGGI/AAAAAAAAAX0/ij3PHiTZQHM/s1600/IMG_0112.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EKxeadGy-Rg/TDStf1pxGGI/AAAAAAAAAX0/ij3PHiTZQHM/s400/IMG_0112.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5491204608161290338" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Now these pictures are really funny. We were suppose to act as if we were having a serious talk and my brother would gave us a snap. Look what happened. It appeared to be obviously scripted. But I love it..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EKxeadGy-Rg/TDStuo56BkI/AAAAAAAAAX8/gwJrf6sA_Bk/s1600/IMG_0114.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EKxeadGy-Rg/TDStuo56BkI/AAAAAAAAAX8/gwJrf6sA_Bk/s400/IMG_0114.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5491204862437361218" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EKxeadGy-Rg/TDSuCmV2Y-I/AAAAAAAAAYE/oZVGs98xnyo/s1600/IMG_0115.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EKxeadGy-Rg/TDSuCmV2Y-I/AAAAAAAAAYE/oZVGs98xnyo/s400/IMG_0115.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5491205205346640866" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;In these two pictures, starting from the left corner are : my brother Fangki, yours truly, cousins Rhea and Miko. And cousin Chiko who was trying to cover his face as usual.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3225880523878170073-4459606970785834542?l=limberella.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://limberella.blogspot.com/feeds/4459606970785834542/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3225880523878170073&amp;postID=4459606970785834542&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3225880523878170073/posts/default/4459606970785834542'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3225880523878170073/posts/default/4459606970785834542'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://limberella.blogspot.com/2010/07/wordful-wednesday-2-50-it-is.html' title='WORDFUL WEDNESDAY #2 - 50 IT IS'/><author><name>LIMBERELLA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00342202497030427805</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EKxeadGy-Rg/TA-i8N1vGsI/AAAAAAAAAG8/LJqJePVGS6I/S220/me-cinderella.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EKxeadGy-Rg/TDStf1pxGGI/AAAAAAAAAX0/ij3PHiTZQHM/s72-c/IMG_0112.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3225880523878170073.post-808771894868900622</id><published>2010-07-07T15:28:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-07-07T15:48:07.983+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='wednesday wickedness'/><title type='text'>WEDNESDAY WICKEDNESS #1 - edward cullen</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="  color: rgb(197, 197, 197); line-height: 18px; font-family:Arial, Tahoma, Helvetica, FreeSans, sans-serif;font-size:13px;"&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#3333FF;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#3333FF;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://jjatww.blogspot.com/" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5461178542952606178" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_M2cobFMPcGo/S8oA80Os6eI/AAAAAAAAX5M/hAZVuMV2Fyc/s320/Wednesday+small+Logo.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#3333FF;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#3333FF;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;This is my first entry for the WEDNESDAY WICKEDNESS. And today they picked the famous &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#3333FF;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Robert Pattinson a.k.a. Edward Cullen.Here's &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;a href="http://jjatww.blogspot.com/" style="text-decoration: none; "&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#3333FF;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Wednesday Wickedness&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#3333FF;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#3333FF;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#3333FF;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;1. "I don't really see the point in washing your hair. If you don't care if your hair's clean or not then why would you wash it?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#3333FF;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt; How often do you wash your hair?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#3333FF;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#3333FF;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC66CC;"&gt;EVERYDAY! I care a lot about my hair, it's every woman's crowning glory..=)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#3333FF;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;2. "I take way too long to get dressed, like way too long. But only for things like shows or if I have to do public appearances. Like, I’m ridiculous, I’ll keep getting changed and getting changed and then I’ll just put on the same thing I wore the day before."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#3333FF;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt; Do you take longer to dress for a special event?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC66CC;"&gt;Even on ordinary occasions, it will take me a few trials to finally arrive at my final pic.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#3333FF;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#3333FF;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;3. "My dad's a car dealer, but I grew up in London, so I always say I don't drive…I get driven. I got a driving lesson in Oregon, and then I bought a car in L.A. and I basically learned how to drive by people honking at me. I'm terrible at driving."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#3333FF;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt; Are you a good driver?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#3333FF;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#3333FF;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC66CC;"&gt;Wish I am. I don't know how to drive and still planning to have a driving lesson.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#3333FF;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;4. "I don't spend any money. The only thing I've really bought is my car, which cost $1,500 and keeps exploding. It would be nice to buy a house for my parents, but at the same time my parents are so comfortable where they live; they would probably just feel like it was a burden. I wear the same clothes every day and the only thing I used to splurge on was DVDs."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#3333FF;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt; If you had his money, what would be the first thing you spent it on?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF99FF;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC66CC;"&gt;I want to buy my own laptop and digital camera!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#3333FF;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#3333FF;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;5. "I aspire to be Jack Nicholson. I love every single mannerism. I used to try and be him in virtually everything I did, I don't know why. I watched One Flew Over the Cuckoo's Nest when I was about 13, and I dressed like him. I tried to do his accent. I did everything like him. I think it's kind of stuck with me."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#3333FF;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt; Who is your favorite actor?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#3333FF;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC66CC;"&gt;There are many of them actually, like Jackie Chan, Will Smith, Brendan Fraser, etc.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#3333FF;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#3333FF;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;6. "Someone stole my shoelaces once from my shoes. I still wear them and never put laces in them - they're like my trademark shoes now!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#3333FF;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt; Have you ever changed your appearance because of a random happenstance?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#3333FF;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC66CC;"&gt;Hmmm...Rarely.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#3333FF;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#3333FF;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;7. "I never really considered myself attractive. I was always kind of gangly in school."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#3333FF;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt; Do you consider yourself attractive?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#3333FF;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC33CC;"&gt;NO COMMENT..=)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#3333FF;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#3333FF;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;8. "I definitely want to record an album, direct a film and start my own religion. I definitely wouldn’t have to pay taxes anymore.”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#3333FF;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt; If you started your own religion, what would it be like?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#3333FF;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#3333FF;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC33CC;"&gt;A combination of Roman Catholic and Born Again Christian.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#3333FF;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;9. "I do bear some similarities in the sense that I’m not good at romance. I also think I lack basic finesse when it comes to women. I give up too easily even if I’m very attracted to someone."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#3333FF;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt; Have you ever given up too easily in the&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#3333FF;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;game&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#3333FF;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt; of love?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#3333FF;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#3333FF;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC33CC;"&gt;Heck no! I fight for my love.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#3333FF;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;10. " I don’t want to disappoint girls who might think I’m very cool and smooth, which I’m not, I’m afraid. I’m still quite shy, although that seems to be something of an attraction for women."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#3333FF;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt; Are you, or have you ever been attracted to shy people?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#3333FF;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#3333FF;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC33CC;"&gt;Hahaha! Definitely!. That's my type.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3225880523878170073-808771894868900622?l=limberella.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://limberella.blogspot.com/feeds/808771894868900622/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3225880523878170073&amp;postID=808771894868900622&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3225880523878170073/posts/default/808771894868900622'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3225880523878170073/posts/default/808771894868900622'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://limberella.blogspot.com/2010/07/wednesday-wickedness-1-edward-cullen.html' title='WEDNESDAY WICKEDNESS #1 - edward cullen'/><author><name>LIMBERELLA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00342202497030427805</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EKxeadGy-Rg/TA-i8N1vGsI/AAAAAAAAAG8/LJqJePVGS6I/S220/me-cinderella.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_M2cobFMPcGo/S8oA80Os6eI/AAAAAAAAX5M/hAZVuMV2Fyc/s72-c/Wednesday+small+Logo.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3225880523878170073.post-6093683016904194413</id><published>2010-07-06T21:30:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2010-09-09T18:06:31.436+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='movies'/><title type='text'>WHAT IS THE QUESTION?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EKxeadGy-Rg/TDMxMzdJzfI/AAAAAAAAAXs/vCN7j3XtjYg/s1600/the+exam.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="text-align: justify;display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; cursor: pointer; width: 274px; height: 400px; " src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EKxeadGy-Rg/TDMxMzdJzfI/AAAAAAAAAXs/vCN7j3XtjYg/s400/the+exam.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5490786466735443442" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;"A Fascinating battle of wits and hits"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;The movie is indeed brilliant. Watched it yesterday.Like it says 80 minutes, 8 candidates, 1 answer, no question. Actually there is a question, in fact a very simple question but will take tons  of sweat to figure it out. One must listen carefully and pay attention to understand the question. I'm so proud of myself that I was able to come up with the question. Two thumbs up!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;This is a plot summary written by Stuart Hazeldine.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 17px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Eight talented candidates have reached the final stage of selection to join the ranks of a mysterious and powerful corporation. Entering a windowless room, an Invigilator gives them eighty minutes to answer one simple question. He outlines three rules they must obey or be disqualified: don't talk to him or the armed guard by the door, don't spoil their papers and don't leave the room. He starts the clock and leaves. The candidates turn over their question papers, only to find they're completely blank. After the initial confusion has subsided, one frustrated candidate writes 'I believe you should hire me because...,' and is promptly ejected for spoiling. The remaining candidates soon figure out they're permitted to talk to each other, and they agree to cooperate in order to figure out the question: then they can compete to answer it. At first they suspect the question may be hidden in their papers like a security marker in a credit card, and they figure out ways to change their environment to expose the hidden words. But light, liquids and other plans all come to naught. Soon enough, the candidates begin to uncover each other's background, prejudices and hidden agendas. Tensions rise as the clock steadily descends towards zero, and each candidate must decide how far they are willing to go to secure the ultimate job . . . &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&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/3225880523878170073-6093683016904194413?l=limberella.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://limberella.blogspot.com/feeds/6093683016904194413/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3225880523878170073&amp;postID=6093683016904194413&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3225880523878170073/posts/default/6093683016904194413'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3225880523878170073/posts/default/6093683016904194413'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://limberella.blogspot.com/2010/07/what-is-question.html' title='WHAT IS THE QUESTION?'/><author><name>LIMBERELLA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00342202497030427805</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EKxeadGy-Rg/TA-i8N1vGsI/AAAAAAAAAG8/LJqJePVGS6I/S220/me-cinderella.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EKxeadGy-Rg/TDMxMzdJzfI/AAAAAAAAAXs/vCN7j3XtjYg/s72-c/the+exam.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3225880523878170073.post-7827617410469471452</id><published>2010-07-03T12:13:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2010-09-09T18:07:32.727+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='then sings my soul saturdays'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='music'/><title type='text'>TSMSS #1- LEADER OF THE BAND</title><content type='html'>&lt;center style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://signsmiraclesandwonders.blogspot.com/2008/03/then-sings-my-soul-saturdays-inaugural.html"&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LbcbA4xmEgs/R9L2sBkLVvI/AAAAAAAAAKI/wBr0rikJufE/s200/then_sings_my_soul.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been singing this song since yesterday. LEADER OF THE BAND by Dan Fogelberg. This is one of my personal favorites. Here's the lyrics:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;An only child alone and wild&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;A cabinet maker's son&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;His hands were meant for different work&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;And his heart was known to none&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;He left his home and went his lone and solitary way&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;And he gave to me a gift&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I know I never can repay&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;A quiet man of music&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Denied a simpler fate&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;He tried to be a soldier once&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;But his music wouldn't wait&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;He earned his love through discipline&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;A thund'ring velvet hand&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;His gentle means of sculpting souls&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Took me years to understand&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;The leader of the band&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Is tired and his eyes are growing old&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;But his blood runs thru' my instrument&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;And his song is in my soul&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;My life has been a poor attempt to imitate the man&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I'm just a living legacy&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;To the leader of the band&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;My brother's lives were different&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;For they heard another call&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;One went to Chicago and the other to St. Paul&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;And I'm in Colorado&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;When I'm not in some hotel&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Living out this life I've chose&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;And come to know so well&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I thank you for the music&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;And your stories of the road&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I thank you for the freedom&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;When it came my time to go&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I thank you for the kindness&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;And the times when you got tough&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;And papa I don't think I said&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I love you near enough&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3225880523878170073-7827617410469471452?l=limberella.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://limberella.blogspot.com/feeds/7827617410469471452/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3225880523878170073&amp;postID=7827617410469471452&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3225880523878170073/posts/default/7827617410469471452'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3225880523878170073/posts/default/7827617410469471452'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://limberella.blogspot.com/2010/07/sing-my-soul-saturdays-1-thats-what.html' title='TSMSS #1- LEADER OF THE BAND'/><author><name>LIMBERELLA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00342202497030427805</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EKxeadGy-Rg/TA-i8N1vGsI/AAAAAAAAAG8/LJqJePVGS6I/S220/me-cinderella.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LbcbA4xmEgs/R9L2sBkLVvI/AAAAAAAAAKI/wBr0rikJufE/s72-c/then_sings_my_soul.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3225880523878170073.post-727313810277705525</id><published>2010-07-02T12:12:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-07-02T12:13:52.165+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='friday photo flashback'/><title type='text'>FRIDAY PHOTO FLASHBACK#2 - LITTLE ME</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://minyards7.blogspot.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img border="0" alt="Friday Photo Flashback" src="http://i567.photobucket.com/albums/ss118/kenleysmomma14/fpf2.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is the LITTLE ME! My father gave this to me weeks ago. I think this picture was taken when I was still 2 or 3 years old. This is so funny to look at. I really look different except for the lips (and the turkey neck). I really look like a bully brat here, like "mess with me and you'll never see the light of the day". &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EKxeadGy-Rg/TC1ltcN4QnI/AAAAAAAAAXk/3lQcEy1f62k/s1600/18a.jpeg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 268px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EKxeadGy-Rg/TC1ltcN4QnI/AAAAAAAAAXk/3lQcEy1f62k/s400/18a.jpeg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5489155352177427058" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3225880523878170073-727313810277705525?l=limberella.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://limberella.blogspot.com/feeds/727313810277705525/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3225880523878170073&amp;postID=727313810277705525&amp;isPopup=true' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3225880523878170073/posts/default/727313810277705525'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3225880523878170073/posts/default/727313810277705525'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://limberella.blogspot.com/2010/07/friday-photo-flashback2-little-me.html' title='FRIDAY PHOTO FLASHBACK#2 - LITTLE ME'/><author><name>LIMBERELLA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00342202497030427805</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EKxeadGy-Rg/TA-i8N1vGsI/AAAAAAAAAG8/LJqJePVGS6I/S220/me-cinderella.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EKxeadGy-Rg/TC1ltcN4QnI/AAAAAAAAAXk/3lQcEy1f62k/s72-c/18a.jpeg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3225880523878170073.post-5918412954994440668</id><published>2010-07-01T18:34:00.008+08:00</published><updated>2010-07-01T19:13:01.828+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='girls talk'/><title type='text'>GT #1 - I LOVE (APPRECIATE) MY (DEEP BREATH) LEGS AND CHEST</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;a target="_blank" href="http://beautyqueengene.com/"&gt;&lt;img alt="Girls Talk" src="http://i91.photobucket.com/albums/k316/kayedanda12/niko/gtbutton2.png" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; This is my first entry for the girls talk. I feel so new. Girls in the list seem to have their blog bonding already. But that doesn't stop me from wanting to join. Anyway, love to be here. For today's theme, it's about loving the physical you.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;What do I love about me physically, is kind of a hard question for someone who has figure issues like myself. I know, I'm just over reacting and the unwanted calories didn't reach to 200 yet, but the tons of it are already undeniable. I have inferiorities in my body, so to say, but it didn't come to a point where I ended up hating my reflection, that is so far fetch. Hmmm... So what do I really like about my physical self? (this is like finding a single needle in a haystack) Maybe it's my chest. Although the colar bone started to be shy when I became fat, but it's indeed flawless. And in all fairness, you can't spot any blemishes in my face. Now, I'm starting to sound like a big boast.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;(This is the latest picture I have)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EKxeadGy-Rg/TCx0sw2-_zI/AAAAAAAAAXU/YGelkjVyPDw/s1600/chest.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="text-align: justify;display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; cursor: pointer; width: 192px; height: 320px; " src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EKxeadGy-Rg/TCx0sw2-_zI/AAAAAAAAAXU/YGelkjVyPDw/s320/chest.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5488890358236380978" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I also like my legs down to the ankle. Although, it's kind of chubby but you can't see any bruises in the area.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;(The pic was taken when I still have my long hair)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EKxeadGy-Rg/TCx1nNchNVI/AAAAAAAAAXc/yrIlO0bv4Ac/s1600/legs.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="text-align: justify;display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; cursor: pointer; width: 213px; height: 320px; " src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EKxeadGy-Rg/TCx1nNchNVI/AAAAAAAAAXc/yrIlO0bv4Ac/s320/legs.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5488891362342417746" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;But in the end, to be beautiful is not just about the physical attributes, it's about loving one's self. It's about inner beauty. It's about being beautiful in the inside. I believe that real beauty comes from within..=)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3225880523878170073-5918412954994440668?l=limberella.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://limberella.blogspot.com/feeds/5918412954994440668/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3225880523878170073&amp;postID=5918412954994440668&amp;isPopup=true' title='11 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3225880523878170073/posts/default/5918412954994440668'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3225880523878170073/posts/default/5918412954994440668'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://limberella.blogspot.com/2010/07/gt-1-i-love-appreciate-my-deep-breath.html' title='GT #1 - I LOVE (APPRECIATE) MY (DEEP BREATH) LEGS AND CHEST'/><author><name>LIMBERELLA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00342202497030427805</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EKxeadGy-Rg/TA-i8N1vGsI/AAAAAAAAAG8/LJqJePVGS6I/S220/me-cinderella.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i91.photobucket.com/albums/k316/kayedanda12/niko/th_gtbutton2.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>11</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3225880523878170073.post-3354588965671758342</id><published>2010-07-01T17:54:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2010-07-01T18:28:23.448+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='nostalgia'/><title type='text'>NOSTALGIA # 1 - MARTIN'S HEART</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;My first entry for the NOSTALGIA. I would like to welcome myself. It feels good to be part. Well, anyway, earlier this morning I sort of have my general cleaning. Every corner in my room seriously needs a broom. So I ran through my stuff and I found this cute little heart, it is martin's. When we were still new in the relationship, he gave this to me and he said it was his heart, and I own it. Yeah, one of the corniest I heard, but the sweetest, that every time I remember it, I can't help but smile...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EKxeadGy-Rg/TCxqsuzA9KI/AAAAAAAAAXE/8gEF6u2jlDw/s1600/heart2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="text-align: justify;display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px; " src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EKxeadGy-Rg/TCxqsuzA9KI/AAAAAAAAAXE/8gEF6u2jlDw/s320/heart2.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5488879362566583458" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;It's with these little things that make your heart whimper every time. Things that takes you to long forgotten memories. Things that will always paint your face with a smile.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EKxeadGy-Rg/TCxo0xhV0II/AAAAAAAAAW8/9Q5G3kQaBfc/s1600/heart1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="text-align: justify;display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; cursor: pointer; width: 259px; height: 320px; " src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EKxeadGy-Rg/TCxo0xhV0II/AAAAAAAAAW8/9Q5G3kQaBfc/s320/heart1.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5488877301713457282" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EKxeadGy-Rg/TCxtHkRxmfI/AAAAAAAAAXM/LXdgk6zFqBY/s1600/Limbzmart3136.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="text-align: justify;display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; cursor: pointer; width: 285px; height: 320px; " src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EKxeadGy-Rg/TCxtHkRxmfI/AAAAAAAAAXM/LXdgk6zFqBY/s320/Limbzmart3136.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5488882022622534130" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.meetourclan.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: none; "&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.meetourclan.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img border="0" style="WIDTH: 125px; HEIGHT: 125px" alt="Photobucket" width="204" src="http://i122.photobucket.com/albums/o248/akesha_2006/nostalgia.png" height="211" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3225880523878170073-3354588965671758342?l=limberella.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://limberella.blogspot.com/feeds/3354588965671758342/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3225880523878170073&amp;postID=3354588965671758342&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3225880523878170073/posts/default/3354588965671758342'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3225880523878170073/posts/default/3354588965671758342'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://limberella.blogspot.com/2010/07/nostalgia-1-martins-heart.html' title='NOSTALGIA # 1 - MARTIN&apos;S HEART'/><author><name>LIMBERELLA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00342202497030427805</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EKxeadGy-Rg/TA-i8N1vGsI/AAAAAAAAAG8/LJqJePVGS6I/S220/me-cinderella.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EKxeadGy-Rg/TCxqsuzA9KI/AAAAAAAAAXE/8gEF6u2jlDw/s72-c/heart2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3225880523878170073.post-3232264586716059845</id><published>2010-06-30T17:58:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-06-30T18:13:55.453+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='wordful wednesday'/><title type='text'>WORDFUL WEDNESDAY - chasing mum!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EKxeadGy-Rg/TCsVlK4_J2I/AAAAAAAAAW0/mCy1FNDeNkA/s1600/bisaya.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EKxeadGy-Rg/TCsVlK4_J2I/AAAAAAAAAW0/mCy1FNDeNkA/s400/bisaya.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5488504299203798882" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;This is my first entry for the WORDFUL WEDNESDAY. I'm glad to be a part of the seven clown circus. Anyway, I took this picture awhile ago. I was at a friend's house when I saw puppies chasing their mum. It seems that they wanted more milk from mummy dog, that kept on following her wherever she goes (I prefer to use pronouns like her and they rather than using the pronoun it). They're just so cute to look at. Struggling for their own survivals.  Can't help but gave them a click. =)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.sevenclowncircus.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://sevenclowncircus.com/wp-content/uploads/2009/12/sevenclownbutton.jpg" border="0″" width="125" height="125" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3225880523878170073-3232264586716059845?l=limberella.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://limberella.blogspot.com/feeds/3232264586716059845/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3225880523878170073&amp;postID=3232264586716059845&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3225880523878170073/posts/default/3232264586716059845'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3225880523878170073/posts/default/3232264586716059845'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://limberella.blogspot.com/2010/06/wordful-wednesday-chasing-mum.html' title='WORDFUL WEDNESDAY - chasing mum!'/><author><name>LIMBERELLA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00342202497030427805</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EKxeadGy-Rg/TA-i8N1vGsI/AAAAAAAAAG8/LJqJePVGS6I/S220/me-cinderella.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EKxeadGy-Rg/TCsVlK4_J2I/AAAAAAAAAW0/mCy1FNDeNkA/s72-c/bisaya.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3225880523878170073.post-4222368049248902253</id><published>2010-06-30T01:35:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2010-09-01T16:19:36.354+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pieces'/><title type='text'>TO THE ONE GOD HAS DESTINED FOR ME</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EKxeadGy-Rg/TCoxn_XdoII/AAAAAAAAAWs/xcb5trEXhF4/s1600/waiting.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 183px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 275px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5488253658998874242" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EKxeadGy-Rg/TCoxn_XdoII/AAAAAAAAAWs/xcb5trEXhF4/s320/waiting.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;I want to share this composition that I really lived by when I was still single. When I was still on the verge of searching and hoping for my knight in the shinning armor. *sappy* A friend gave me this masterpiece, she got it from the internet. And since then, it never fails to inspire me everytime I feel so lonely. It's entitled, To The One God Has Destined For Me. From the sappy title itself, it gives so much hope for all single women who is in search for their one true love...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p style="TEXT-ALIGN: justify"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000000;"&gt;I HOPE THIS WILL INSPIRE ALL SINGLES OUT THERE...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="TEXT-ALIGN: justify"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="TEXT-ALIGN: justify"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000000;"&gt;* bold and italic phrases are my fave lines...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="TEXT-ALIGN: justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:+0;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;I’m wondering at this very moment if you’re thinking of me, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:+0;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;if like me, you are also wondering what is taking us too long to find each other. Many times, I thought I finally found you only to be disillusioned by the fact that my wait has not yet ended. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:+0;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;I get up each morning, hoping, dreaming, longing to meet you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="TEXT-ALIGN: justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:+0;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="TEXT-ALIGN: justify"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:+0;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:+0;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;I am thinking of how we will meet, would it be as romantic as the ones I saw in movies?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:+0;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt; Or is it possible that I have known you all my life but yet we have to realize that we are really meant for each other? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;Oh how I wish you were here right now because you are the only one who has the answer to all my questions.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="TEXT-ALIGN: justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:+0;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:+0;"&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:+0;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;Sometimes I ask myself I have ever really known “love”. I do not have the answer to that question either but I believe that, more often than not, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:+0;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;we will never really know what love is until we find the right person&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:+0;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;…and since I have not found you yet, then maybe I do not really know what love is!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:+0;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p style="TEXT-ALIGN: justify"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:+0;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:+0;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:+0;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;You just don’t know how often I dream of finally knowing what it feels like to be in your arms. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:+0;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;Even at this very moment I am imagining how you will simply sweep me off my feet! Perhaps your smile or your eyes would draw me to you, or maybe even how you manage to make me laugh with your own silly little ways.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="TEXT-ALIGN: justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:+0;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="TEXT-ALIGN: justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:+0;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;I don’t really know for sure but I’m praying that God will help me recognize you when the right time comes. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:+0;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;I think of all the pain I have gone through in the past and of how much I cried since the day I begun my search.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt; I just wanted you to know that I’m clinging into my vision of the beautiful life ahead of me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:+0;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;…the life I shall spend with you. In my mind and in my heart, I know you’re worth all the pain and sacrifice.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="TEXT-ALIGN: justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:+0;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="TEXT-ALIGN: justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:+0;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;After all, the tears have become part of my life and I believe they are slowly washing away my flaws so that I would become perfect, not perfect in its truest sense, but perfect…for YOU. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:+0;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;I wonder if you’ve gone through so many pains as well, I wonder if you’ve been hurt so many times along the journey&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:+0;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt; But my dearest one, please don’t ever give up because I’m right here…patiently waiting for you. I assure you that when we finally found each other I would slowly heal those wounds by my love.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="TEXT-ALIGN: justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:+0;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:+0;"&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:+0;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;At night, I would look out my window and stare at the beautiful sky, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:+0;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;hoping that somehow you are also looking up and wondering about me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:+0;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;. I utter a silent prayer and send all my cries in heavens above thinking that in time they would reach you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt; And when I feel impatient, I just close my eyes and believe that you are on your way and that you are longing to see me as well. It is funny but when I finally fall asleep, it is still you that I think of, for you are always in my dreams. It seems that, for now, that is the only place where I can hold on to you, long enough to tell you how much I love you. In my dreams, you would kiss away my fears and wrap me with your arms of love.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:+0;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p style="TEXT-ALIGN: justify"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:+0;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:+0;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;And this, all the more, makes me want to wake up and face the new day ahead with the hope that soon enough, you would no longer be a dream but a reality&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:+0;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt; and once again I’m assured that you are worth the wait. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:+0;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;And when that time comes, everything will fall into its place, just as I had imagined, just as I had though it would be. By then, I would simply look back and smile at all that I have gone through, in spite of the pain and amidst the simple joys of life…and I would be very thankful because they all lead me to you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="TEXT-ALIGN: justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:+0;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:+0;"&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:+0;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;In the meantime, take care of yourself for me. Hold on to our dream and don’t even think of letting go. Believe in your heart that we will find each other no matter what happens. God has planned the course and it’s up to us to follow the directions. Don’t worry; don’t be afraid of getting lost, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:+0;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;God saw to it that all roads no matter what you choose to follow, lead to me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:+0;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:+0;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&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/3225880523878170073-4222368049248902253?l=limberella.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://limberella.blogspot.com/feeds/4222368049248902253/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3225880523878170073&amp;postID=4222368049248902253&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3225880523878170073/posts/default/4222368049248902253'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3225880523878170073/posts/default/4222368049248902253'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://limberella.blogspot.com/2010/06/to-one-god-has-destined-for-me.html' title='TO THE ONE GOD HAS DESTINED FOR ME'/><author><name>LIMBERELLA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00342202497030427805</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EKxeadGy-Rg/TA-i8N1vGsI/AAAAAAAAAG8/LJqJePVGS6I/S220/me-cinderella.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EKxeadGy-Rg/TCoxn_XdoII/AAAAAAAAAWs/xcb5trEXhF4/s72-c/waiting.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3225880523878170073.post-486289817860915303</id><published>2010-06-29T23:29:00.008+08:00</published><updated>2010-09-09T18:08:16.343+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='movies'/><title type='text'>DON'T HOPE FOR A MIRACLE...MAKE ONE!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EKxeadGy-Rg/TCoZ9uNwGDI/AAAAAAAAAWk/abMPDHnKo0I/s1600/extraordinary_measures_ver2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EKxeadGy-Rg/TCoZ9uNwGDI/AAAAAAAAAWk/abMPDHnKo0I/s320/extraordinary_measures_ver2.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5488227644072794162" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;I was really close to sobbing after watching EXTRAORDINARY MEASURES! The scenes kept on sending me goosebumps because the characters portray an empathetic role  that depicts a drama in real life. This is about a father John (BRENDAN FRASER) who gambled his life finding a miracle cure for his two children suffering from a POMPE DISEASE. A genetic disease involving deterioration of muscles caused by accumulation of glycogen ( it's kind of scientific but more will be learned if you will search in the net). And his children's slim chances of survival is now on the hands of the genius, rough tough professor Dr. Stonehill ( Harrisson Ford) whose brilliant ideas remains to be only theoretical and unproven. In the end, MIRACLE happens for both John and Stonehill, a miracle they made with faith.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;I learned three things from the story:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;1. The tagline of the movie, "DON'T HOPE FOR A MIRACLE, MAKE ONE"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;2. The most important ingredient for a miracle to happen is faith. (John's faith is like level 1000).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;3. Sometimes, pride will do no good. (As for Stonehill's case)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;THIS MOVE IS A TWO THUMBS UP! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&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/3225880523878170073-486289817860915303?l=limberella.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://limberella.blogspot.com/feeds/486289817860915303/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3225880523878170073&amp;postID=486289817860915303&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3225880523878170073/posts/default/486289817860915303'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3225880523878170073/posts/default/486289817860915303'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://limberella.blogspot.com/2010/06/dont-hope-for-miraclemake-one.html' title='DON&apos;T HOPE FOR A MIRACLE...MAKE ONE!'/><author><name>LIMBERELLA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00342202497030427805</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EKxeadGy-Rg/TA-i8N1vGsI/AAAAAAAAAG8/LJqJePVGS6I/S220/me-cinderella.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EKxeadGy-Rg/TCoZ9uNwGDI/AAAAAAAAAWk/abMPDHnKo0I/s72-c/extraordinary_measures_ver2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3225880523878170073.post-2484046709115335130</id><published>2010-06-29T18:40:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-09-09T18:09:30.591+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='tuesday couch potatoes'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='movies'/><title type='text'>TCP: Matt Damon Movies</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.kikamzpera.com/search/label/Tuesday%20Couch%20Potatoes"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;img width="168" src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2625/3788856406_8bcc15ed59_o.png" height="125" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;This is my first entry for the &lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-large;"&gt;TUESDAY COUCH POTATOES&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;. The theme is about &lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-large;"&gt;MATT DAMON'S FILMS&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;. Well, I'm not such a big fan but my boyfriend is. So every time there's a Damon film, have no choice but to endure the 2-hour yawning moments at the movie house..=)..But one film that caught my attention is THE BROTHERS GRIMM (in memory of Heath Ledger). In all fairness, the movie is nice. I must say Matt Damon deserves an applause. Cheerio! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-large;"&gt;SUMMARY OF THE FILM:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Folklore collectors and con artists, Jake and Will Grimm, travel from village to village pretending to protect townsfolk from enchanted creatures and performing exorcisms. They are put to the test, however, when they encounter a real magical curse in a haunted forest with real magical beings, requiring genuine courage. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;In 1811, in a French occupied Germany, the crooks Brothers Grimm pretend to fight against evil witches and monsters to make money. However, they are arrested by Cavaldi and General Delatombe, but they have a chance to redeem themselves in the village of Marbaden, where ten young girls have vanished. Will and Jacob are guided by the local Angelika through an enchanted forest where they face the evil Mirror Queen that depends on the sacrifice of twelve girls in the eclipse to stay beautiful and young. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-large;"&gt;TRAILER&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:Georgia, serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;object style="background-image:url(http://i4.ytimg.com/vi/W3QkwDld1d4/hqdefault.jpg)" width="480" height="295"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/W3QkwDld1d4&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/W3QkwDld1d4&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1" width="480" height="295" allowscriptaccess="never" allowfullscreen="true" wmode="transparent" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3225880523878170073-2484046709115335130?l=limberella.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://limberella.blogspot.com/feeds/2484046709115335130/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3225880523878170073&amp;postID=2484046709115335130&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3225880523878170073/posts/default/2484046709115335130'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3225880523878170073/posts/default/2484046709115335130'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://limberella.blogspot.com/2010/06/tcp-matt-damon-movies.html' title='TCP: Matt Damon Movies'/><author><name>LIMBERELLA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00342202497030427805</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EKxeadGy-Rg/TA-i8N1vGsI/AAAAAAAAAG8/LJqJePVGS6I/S220/me-cinderella.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3225880523878170073.post-8817676359455312139</id><published>2010-06-29T00:00:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2010-06-29T00:48:37.332+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='narrative events'/><title type='text'>C2 IS LIFE --- I SO MUCH AGREE!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;WHO WOULD NOT LOVE C2?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EKxeadGy-Rg/TCjICjkmrvI/AAAAAAAAAVo/GuOFrDbYRls/s1600/IMG_0682.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="text-align: justify;display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px; " src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EKxeadGy-Rg/TCjICjkmrvI/AAAAAAAAAVo/GuOFrDbYRls/s400/IMG_0682.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5487856092185014002" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" ;font-size:large;"&gt;Most people in the office would call me the C2 girl! I just love C2. It's like my mantra! Hehehe. You can spot me with it in my hand whenever it's available in the cafeteria. I also include it in the grocery list every time. My favorite flavor is APPLE. One time, they even threw me a C2 birthday blast during my 24th birthday. Everyone gave his/ her fair share of C2 as a birthday gift. You can tell by the picture below how funny I look like. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EKxeadGy-Rg/TCjLpdWDO7I/AAAAAAAAAVw/TX2i5Kf2ogc/s1600/c2+blast.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="text-align: justify;display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px; " src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EKxeadGy-Rg/TCjLpdWDO7I/AAAAAAAAAVw/TX2i5Kf2ogc/s400/c2+blast.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5487860059063139250" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;I happen to grab this comment from the net and I like how this person's insight matches mine:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;Green Tea’s centuries old reputation of containing natural anti-oxidants giving our body health benefits such as lowering of cholesterol, reduction of heart ailments, improvement of metabolic activities, flushing out our body’s impurities, and many more…However, not all people can appreciate the taste green tea, or is even fond of drinking it. I am glad Universal Robina Corporation came up with a way to make people drink green tea by making it in a non-carbonated drink called C2 cool &amp;amp; clean green tea drink that comes in different flavours that will suit every person’s taste. They have a variety of flavours like Black Tea Lemon, Peach, Apple, Green Tea, Lemon, Plain and even Lite. The anti-oxidant it has is called “catechins” that is said to help prevent diseases and even cancer. So, it is even healthier than soda. And since it comes in ready-to-drink bottles of different size, it is easy for you to carry around. It is the coolest and a very healthy way to refresh your body!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EKxeadGy-Rg/TCjH33fkXiI/AAAAAAAAAVg/fd4OuLAHjsA/s1600/IMG_0683.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="text-align: justify;display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; cursor: pointer; width: 267px; height: 400px; " src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EKxeadGy-Rg/TCjH33fkXiI/AAAAAAAAAVg/fd4OuLAHjsA/s400/IMG_0683.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5487855908554038818" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EKxeadGy-Rg/TCjHv59dphI/AAAAAAAAAVY/dymU4W2iQQ0/s1600/IMG_0685.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="text-align: justify;display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px; " src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EKxeadGy-Rg/TCjHv59dphI/AAAAAAAAAVY/dymU4W2iQQ0/s400/IMG_0685.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5487855771777345042" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;My brother was generous enough to take photos of these while we were in the gasoline station..=)&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/3225880523878170073-8817676359455312139?l=limberella.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://limberella.blogspot.com/feeds/8817676359455312139/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3225880523878170073&amp;postID=8817676359455312139&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3225880523878170073/posts/default/8817676359455312139'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3225880523878170073/posts/default/8817676359455312139'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://limberella.blogspot.com/2010/06/c2-is-life-i-so-much-agree.html' title='C2 IS LIFE --- I SO MUCH AGREE!'/><author><name>LIMBERELLA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00342202497030427805</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EKxeadGy-Rg/TA-i8N1vGsI/AAAAAAAAAG8/LJqJePVGS6I/S220/me-cinderella.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EKxeadGy-Rg/TCjICjkmrvI/AAAAAAAAAVo/GuOFrDbYRls/s72-c/IMG_0682.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3225880523878170073.post-1923639849622450637</id><published>2010-06-26T15:30:00.009+08:00</published><updated>2010-06-26T16:14:32.587+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ice breaker'/><title type='text'>ICE BREAKER OF THE DAY</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;NAME THE TOP 5 DREAM JOBS YOU'D LIKE TO HAVE:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;(random order)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EKxeadGy-Rg/TCW0jPt2OmI/AAAAAAAAAVA/PyYUkR6N1KE/s1600/researcher.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 252px; height: 254px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EKxeadGy-Rg/TCW0jPt2OmI/AAAAAAAAAVA/PyYUkR6N1KE/s320/researcher.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5486990238628067938" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;1. FIELD RESEARCHER&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;I want to write, research and document things. I want to travel places to do research.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EKxeadGy-Rg/TCWy4etPEKI/AAAAAAAAAU4/X_DWyxNez-I/s1600/social+worker.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EKxeadGy-Rg/TCWy4etPEKI/AAAAAAAAAU4/X_DWyxNez-I/s320/social+worker.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5486988404406030498" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF9966;"&gt;2. SOCIAL WORKER&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;I like to make case studies, do charity works, visit home for the aged, sidewalk schools, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;teaching kids to read, etc.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EKxeadGy-Rg/TCWyxShsDTI/AAAAAAAAAUw/AsNsfToXmiI/s1600/FBI.png"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 254px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EKxeadGy-Rg/TCWyxShsDTI/AAAAAAAAAUw/AsNsfToXmiI/s320/FBI.png" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5486988280877288754" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFF00;"&gt;3. FBI AGENT&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;I want to handle crimes, handcuffs, guns, gadgets, analyze cases, etc.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EKxeadGy-Rg/TCWylbo3oNI/AAAAAAAAAUo/g2TR7tg6QEY/s1600/archaeologist.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 277px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EKxeadGy-Rg/TCWylbo3oNI/AAAAAAAAAUo/g2TR7tg6QEY/s320/archaeologist.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5486988077164896466" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#33CC00;"&gt;4. ARCHEOLOGIST&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;I want to travel to different places and study artifacts, remnants, etc. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EKxeadGy-Rg/TCWyZBPmzfI/AAAAAAAAAUg/VlsAvkDtcKI/s1600/personal+assistant.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 254px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EKxeadGy-Rg/TCWyZBPmzfI/AAAAAAAAAUg/VlsAvkDtcKI/s320/personal+assistant.gif" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5486987863921184242" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC66CC;"&gt;5. PERSONAL ASSISTANT / SECRETARY&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;I want to be an elite personal assistant to a super rich boss. Where I have to make sure that things are okay for him/her, from his/her schedules down to his/her personal life. I have to call for his/her reservations, be there on meetings and be present on his/her travels..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;&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/3225880523878170073-1923639849622450637?l=limberella.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://limberella.blogspot.com/feeds/1923639849622450637/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3225880523878170073&amp;postID=1923639849622450637&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3225880523878170073/posts/default/1923639849622450637'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3225880523878170073/posts/default/1923639849622450637'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://limberella.blogspot.com/2010/06/ice-breaker-of-day_26.html' title='ICE BREAKER OF THE DAY'/><author><name>LIMBERELLA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00342202497030427805</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EKxeadGy-Rg/TA-i8N1vGsI/AAAAAAAAAG8/LJqJePVGS6I/S220/me-cinderella.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EKxeadGy-Rg/TCW0jPt2OmI/AAAAAAAAAVA/PyYUkR6N1KE/s72-c/researcher.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3225880523878170073.post-7053311202068241103</id><published>2010-06-26T15:14:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-06-26T15:17:44.547+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pieces'/><title type='text'>A CUTE PROPOSAL</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF99FF;"&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF99FF;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;I find this proposal simple yet so romantic. A guy put all his effort to think of the sweetest plan to propose to the girl he really loves. This proposal is not only sweet but unique in its own sense..=)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF99FF;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;object style="background-image:url(http://i2.ytimg.com/vi/iq64zCZY4Ts/hqdefault.jpg)" width="480" height="295"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/iq64zCZY4Ts&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/iq64zCZY4Ts&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1" width="480" height="295" allowscriptaccess="never" allowfullscreen="true" wmode="transparent" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3225880523878170073-7053311202068241103?l=limberella.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://limberella.blogspot.com/feeds/7053311202068241103/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3225880523878170073&amp;postID=7053311202068241103&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3225880523878170073/posts/default/7053311202068241103'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3225880523878170073/posts/default/7053311202068241103'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://limberella.blogspot.com/2010/06/cute-proposal.html' title='A CUTE PROPOSAL'/><author><name>LIMBERELLA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00342202497030427805</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EKxeadGy-Rg/TA-i8N1vGsI/AAAAAAAAAG8/LJqJePVGS6I/S220/me-cinderella.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3225880523878170073.post-6784456806889850739</id><published>2010-06-26T14:49:00.008+08:00</published><updated>2010-06-26T15:18:18.021+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sentimental journey'/><title type='text'>CLASS PICTURES</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" ;font-size:large;"&gt;I find these pictures really funny. From the naive brats transformed into refine young and women today...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EKxeadGy-Rg/TCWmLJTPN9I/AAAAAAAAAUQ/nxg7L3n540w/s1600/Cp2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EKxeadGy-Rg/TCWmLJTPN9I/AAAAAAAAAUQ/nxg7L3n540w/s400/Cp2.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5486974431426197458" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;GRADE 1 ( MONTESSORI DE ORO)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EKxeadGy-Rg/TCWl-sJek1I/AAAAAAAAAUI/KaPUgJg2FHI/s1600/CP+3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EKxeadGy-Rg/TCWl-sJek1I/AAAAAAAAAUI/KaPUgJg2FHI/s400/CP+3.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5486974217442202450" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;GRADE 3 ( MONTESSORI DE ORO)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EKxeadGy-Rg/TCWlk2qwo6I/AAAAAAAAAUA/Na3CygM3cbI/s1600/CP+4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EKxeadGy-Rg/TCWlk2qwo6I/AAAAAAAAAUA/Na3CygM3cbI/s400/CP+4.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5486973773589554082" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;GRADE 5 ( MONTESSORI DE ORO)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EKxeadGy-Rg/TCWlW8MG85I/AAAAAAAAAT4/i9kUTSbKSeQ/s1600/CP5.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EKxeadGy-Rg/TCWlW8MG85I/AAAAAAAAAT4/i9kUTSbKSeQ/s400/CP5.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5486973534553437074" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;GRADE 6 ( MONTESSORI DE ORO)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EKxeadGy-Rg/TCWlJ-OcLWI/AAAAAAAAATw/pJRZMBQZvTA/s1600/CP+1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 272px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EKxeadGy-Rg/TCWlJ-OcLWI/AAAAAAAAATw/pJRZMBQZvTA/s400/CP+1.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5486973311761788258" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;4TH YEAR HIGH SCHOOL ( XAVIER UNIVERSITY - ATENEO DE CAGAYAN)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3225880523878170073-6784456806889850739?l=limberella.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://limberella.blogspot.com/feeds/6784456806889850739/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3225880523878170073&amp;postID=6784456806889850739&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3225880523878170073/posts/default/6784456806889850739'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3225880523878170073/posts/default/6784456806889850739'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://limberella.blogspot.com/2010/06/class-pictures.html' title='CLASS PICTURES'/><author><name>LIMBERELLA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00342202497030427805</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EKxeadGy-Rg/TA-i8N1vGsI/AAAAAAAAAG8/LJqJePVGS6I/S220/me-cinderella.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EKxeadGy-Rg/TCWmLJTPN9I/AAAAAAAAAUQ/nxg7L3n540w/s72-c/Cp2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3225880523878170073.post-8303930574163884911</id><published>2010-06-25T23:20:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-06-25T23:35:18.225+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ice breaker'/><title type='text'>ICE BREAKER OF THE DAY</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#33CC00;"&gt;IF YOU COULD HAVE ONE HOUSEHOLD APPLIANCE HAVE A MIND OF ITS OWN TO FOLLOW YOUR ORDERS, WHICH WOULD YOU CHOOSE?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#33CC00;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#33CC00;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#33CC00;"&gt;I'd choose the REFRIGERATOR!  Haha! You probably know why! This would really be of big help. Like whenever I crave for a certain food, I would just instruct Mr. Fridgy to give it to me. Haha. How I wish!...This would make it harder for me to burn the unwanted calories. Haha..=)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#33CC00;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:verdana;color:#33CC00;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EKxeadGy-Rg/TCTLHUpoIgI/AAAAAAAAATo/tlPacDWKZjQ/s1600/fridge2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="text-align: left;display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px; " src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EKxeadGy-Rg/TCTLHUpoIgI/AAAAAAAAATo/tlPacDWKZjQ/s320/fridge2.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5486733572706935298" /&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/3225880523878170073-8303930574163884911?l=limberella.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://limberella.blogspot.com/feeds/8303930574163884911/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3225880523878170073&amp;postID=8303930574163884911&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3225880523878170073/posts/default/8303930574163884911'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3225880523878170073/posts/default/8303930574163884911'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://limberella.blogspot.com/2010/06/ice-breaker-of-day.html' title='ICE BREAKER OF THE DAY'/><author><name>LIMBERELLA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00342202497030427805</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EKxeadGy-Rg/TA-i8N1vGsI/AAAAAAAAAG8/LJqJePVGS6I/S220/me-cinderella.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EKxeadGy-Rg/TCTLHUpoIgI/AAAAAAAAATo/tlPacDWKZjQ/s72-c/fridge2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3225880523878170073.post-1970869326991724900</id><published>2010-06-25T11:17:00.009+08:00</published><updated>2010-06-29T19:01:34.822+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='friday photo flashback'/><title type='text'>FRIDAY FLASH BACK: MISSING THE GOOD OLD TIMES</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qa7TLIBOc8A/TCPB0PrXKtI/AAAAAAAADHY/TQIr-bv6wYI/s1600/fpf2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="text-align: justify;display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; cursor: pointer; width: 184px; height: 247px; " src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qa7TLIBOc8A/TCPB0PrXKtI/AAAAAAAADHY/TQIr-bv6wYI/s1600/fpf2.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EKxeadGy-Rg/TCQhFsh0cTI/AAAAAAAAATg/pTPoWFPyEr0/s1600/9a.jpeg"&gt;&lt;img style="text-align: justify;display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 225px; " src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EKxeadGy-Rg/TCQhFsh0cTI/AAAAAAAAATg/pTPoWFPyEr0/s320/9a.jpeg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5486546627780178226" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;My first entry for FRIDAY FLASH BACK =)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;This picture was taken 20 years ago..And so much has changed. I miss this. I miss us. Starting from left, my first cousins CHIKO, KYONG, YOURS TRULY, my sister and my eldest cousin JAJA. All of them are married except me and Chiko.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="white-space: normal; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;1. CHIKO ( my prank ally) - is here at Cagayan, still studying =)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;2. KYONG (partner in crime) - we're close to being sisters. We went to the same school&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="white-space: pre;"&gt;, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;almost have the same friends and hang-outs. She left for States and got married eventually. I haven't seen her for 4 years already.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;3. TANGSOY (my sister) - my elder sister who just got married 4 months ago and is now living in Singapore with her husband. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;4. JAJA - my eldest cousin who also got married 2 years ago and is now working at Cebu with his wife.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;5. MIKO - who is not on the picture but is still here, living in the same compound.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#33CC00;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-large;"&gt;I MISS THIS! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&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/3225880523878170073-1970869326991724900?l=limberella.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://limberella.blogspot.com/feeds/1970869326991724900/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3225880523878170073&amp;postID=1970869326991724900&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3225880523878170073/posts/default/1970869326991724900'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3225880523878170073/posts/default/1970869326991724900'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://limberella.blogspot.com/2010/06/friday-flash-back-missing-good-old.html' title='FRIDAY FLASH BACK: MISSING THE GOOD OLD TIMES'/><author><name>LIMBERELLA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00342202497030427805</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EKxeadGy-Rg/TA-i8N1vGsI/AAAAAAAAAG8/LJqJePVGS6I/S220/me-cinderella.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qa7TLIBOc8A/TCPB0PrXKtI/AAAAAAAADHY/TQIr-bv6wYI/s72-c/fpf2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3225880523878170073.post-159749233620069002</id><published>2010-06-24T19:53:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2010-06-29T19:02:30.470+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='thankful thursday'/><title type='text'>THANKFUL THURSDAY from a THANKFUL GIRLFRIEND..=)</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'courier new';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;center style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.eph2810.com/?page_id=459"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'courier new';"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://i4.photobucket.com/albums/y140/eph2810/TTButton.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'courier new';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'courier new';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EKxeadGy-Rg/TCNxfxjmG5I/AAAAAAAAATQ/xdh_mdafQh8/s1600/for+thankfulthurs.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="text-align: justify;display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px; " src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EKxeadGy-Rg/TCNxfxjmG5I/AAAAAAAAATQ/xdh_mdafQh8/s200/for+thankfulthurs.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5486353561759914898" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'courier new';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'courier new';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'courier new';"&gt;We've been together for five years. And it sure is a long period of time. We've been through rocky roads and bed of roses, misunderstandings and long fights, incomparable bliss and great companionship,  but still we made it this far. Sometimes, because of being too familiar with each other, I forget how thankful and blessed I am to have him in my life. Yes, he's not perfect but he's the best when it comes to loving me. He takes care of me, even to the point of sacrificing himself. He chooses to be with me. He's just beyond compare! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'courier new';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'courier new';"&gt;Actually, this is not suppose to be a Thankful Thursday entry, because I'm not only thanking him today but for the years we spent together and the upcoming "for the rest of my life"&lt;/span&gt;&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/3225880523878170073-159749233620069002?l=limberella.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://limberella.blogspot.com/feeds/159749233620069002/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3225880523878170073&amp;postID=159749233620069002&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3225880523878170073/posts/default/159749233620069002'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3225880523878170073/posts/default/159749233620069002'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://limberella.blogspot.com/2010/06/thankful-thursday-from-thankful.html' title='THANKFUL THURSDAY from a THANKFUL GIRLFRIEND..=)'/><author><name>LIMBERELLA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00342202497030427805</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EKxeadGy-Rg/TA-i8N1vGsI/AAAAAAAAAG8/LJqJePVGS6I/S220/me-cinderella.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EKxeadGy-Rg/TCNxfxjmG5I/AAAAAAAAATQ/xdh_mdafQh8/s72-c/for+thankfulthurs.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3225880523878170073.post-3469985120732449684</id><published>2010-06-24T19:35:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2010-06-25T11:52:51.263+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='on the spot'/><title type='text'>HAPPY TO HAVE YOU, MR. INTERNET</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EKxeadGy-Rg/TCNEh9ZEdPI/AAAAAAAAATI/WK7GlHyCXtY/s1600/smiley+face.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 200px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EKxeadGy-Rg/TCNEh9ZEdPI/AAAAAAAAATI/WK7GlHyCXtY/s200/smiley+face.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5486304121273480434" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;I'm happy to have the internet back. It's been almost two days since the internet connection got busted. Two days seem to be an eternity of boring days and unproductive moments. The internet has become a necessity nowadays and especially now that I'm trying to fish online jobs to support my "jobless" lifestyle..Well, anyway, back to blogging again...=)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3225880523878170073-3469985120732449684?l=limberella.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://limberella.blogspot.com/feeds/3469985120732449684/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3225880523878170073&amp;postID=3469985120732449684&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3225880523878170073/posts/default/3469985120732449684'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3225880523878170073/posts/default/3469985120732449684'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://limberella.blogspot.com/2010/06/happy-to-have-you-mr-internet.html' title='HAPPY TO HAVE YOU, MR. INTERNET'/><author><name>LIMBERELLA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00342202497030427805</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EKxeadGy-Rg/TA-i8N1vGsI/AAAAAAAAAG8/LJqJePVGS6I/S220/me-cinderella.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EKxeadGy-Rg/TCNEh9ZEdPI/AAAAAAAAATI/WK7GlHyCXtY/s72-c/smiley+face.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3225880523878170073.post-3087916651954160262</id><published>2010-06-21T12:08:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-09-09T18:09:41.381+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='music'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sentimental journey'/><title type='text'>WHEN GOD MADE YOU</title><content type='html'>I want this for a wedding song...=)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object style="background-image:url(http://i2.ytimg.com/vi/izbzKArXvcI/hqdefault.jpg)" width="480" height="295"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/izbzKArXvcI&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/izbzKArXvcI&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1" width="480" height="295" allowscriptaccess="never" allowfullscreen="true" wmode="transparent" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3225880523878170073-3087916651954160262?l=limberella.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://limberella.blogspot.com/feeds/3087916651954160262/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3225880523878170073&amp;postID=3087916651954160262&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3225880523878170073/posts/default/3087916651954160262'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3225880523878170073/posts/default/3087916651954160262'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://limberella.blogspot.com/2010/06/when-god-made-you.html' title='WHEN GOD MADE YOU'/><author><name>LIMBERELLA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00342202497030427805</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EKxeadGy-Rg/TA-i8N1vGsI/AAAAAAAAAG8/LJqJePVGS6I/S220/me-cinderella.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3225880523878170073.post-7902197763195266925</id><published>2010-06-21T11:49:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-06-25T11:53:09.802+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='on the spot'/><title type='text'>PISSED..=)</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EKxeadGy-Rg/TB7kFTZWbhI/AAAAAAAAASw/-eZacuj7NPc/s1600/angry-face.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="text-align: justify;display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 186px; " src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EKxeadGy-Rg/TB7kFTZWbhI/AAAAAAAAASw/-eZacuj7NPc/s320/angry-face.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5485072175940922898" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;Last night, I slept earlier than the usual, because I'm trying to have a normal sleeping routine. But I can't seem to put myself to sleep, my body is still adjusting and I was not that tired. It was almost 2am that I finally arrived at slumber land. Yet to my dismay, I was awakened by the irritating alarm clock of my nanay (our long time house help) who is sleeping beside me. Grr.. Thank God, it only took me a few minutes to get back to my drowsiness. Four hours after, my nanay woke me up because my grandfather was asking me to type something in the computer and have it printed, it is for his urgent appointment. Could you imagine how pissed I am?&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/3225880523878170073-7902197763195266925?l=limberella.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://limberella.blogspot.com/feeds/7902197763195266925/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3225880523878170073&amp;postID=7902197763195266925&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3225880523878170073/posts/default/7902197763195266925'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3225880523878170073/posts/default/7902197763195266925'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://limberella.blogspot.com/2010/06/pissed.html' title='PISSED..=)'/><author><name>LIMBERELLA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00342202497030427805</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EKxeadGy-Rg/TA-i8N1vGsI/AAAAAAAAAG8/LJqJePVGS6I/S220/me-cinderella.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EKxeadGy-Rg/TB7kFTZWbhI/AAAAAAAAASw/-eZacuj7NPc/s72-c/angry-face.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3225880523878170073.post-6829554290036300593</id><published>2010-06-20T22:37:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-09-09T18:10:17.844+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='informative'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='medical'/><title type='text'>SLEEPING BEAUTY SYNDROME</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EKxeadGy-Rg/TB4sNVQipRI/AAAAAAAAASo/AZOvjB2ZiLk/s1600/sleep.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EKxeadGy-Rg/TB4sNVQipRI/AAAAAAAAASo/AZOvjB2ZiLk/s320/sleep.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5484870003740288274" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;I always love to sleep (who doesn't). I always find time for sleep. Even a few minutes nap would do. This is my way of indulging my exasperation, my way of rest and sometimes my form of escape. But to sleep forever...NO WAY!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Sleeping is good and relaxing, although sometimes it can cause you instant headache when you're "overdose" with it. But what if one ordinary day, you woke up and realize that you've already been sleeping for 18 hours?... Now that's alarming! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;I have read over the internet that there is what we call Kleine-Levin Syndrome or KLS (also known as Sleeping Beauty Syndrome). For more information, I would like to share to you a little research I made.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;It is a neurological disorder characterized by recurring periods of excessive amounts of sleep and altered behavior. At the onset of an episode the patient becomes drowsy and sleeps for most of the day and night (hypersomnolence), waking only to eat or go to the bathroom. When awake, the patient’s whole demeanor is changed, often appearing “spacey” or childlike. They also experience confusion, disorientation, complete lack of energy (lethargy), and lack of emotions (apathy). Individuals are not able to attend school or work or care for themselves. Most are bedridden, tired, and uncommunicative even when awake.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Most patients report that everything seems out of focus, and that they are hypersensitive to noise and light. In some cases, food cravings (compulsive hyperphagia) are exhibited. Instances of uninhibited hypersexuality during episodes (mostly males) and instances of depression (mostly females) have also been reported. Most cases of Kleine-Levin syndrome are seen in teenage boys.[1]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Affected individuals may go for a period of weeks, months or even years without experiencing any symptoms, and then they reappear with little warning. In between episodes those diagnosed with KLS appear to be in perfect health with no evidence of behavioral or physical dysfunction.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;The cause of Kleine-Levin syndrome is not known. Thus, family support and education are the best management currently available.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;CAUSES&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;While some researchers speculate that there may be a hereditary predisposition, others believe the condition may be the result of an autoimmune disorder.[6] Both proposals need not be mutually exclusive with the result being a malfunction of the portion of the brain that helps to regulate functions such as sleep, appetite, and body temperature (hypothalamus).[7] Recent studies also suggest that there may be a link to a deficiency of dopamine transporter density in the lower striatum.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;SYMPTOMS&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Hypersomnia is a primary symptom of KLS, and is present in all subjects. Subjects are often treated initially for a sleeping disorder. During a KLS episode, subjects often spend 18 hours a day asleep. Another defining symptom of KLS is an altered mental state during the episode. Subjects are hard to arouse from this sleep, and are irritable or aggressive when prevented from sleeping. Subjects also frequently show cognitive impairment[12], and can show confusion, amnesia for the event, hallucinations, delusions, or experience a dream-like state. About 75% of KLS patients experience changes in eating behavior during episodes, with the majority of these exhibiting megaphagia. Reports describe patients who will eat anything placed in front of them with very little discrimination, including consumption of excessive amounts of food. Almost half of KLS patients also experience some sort of hypersexual behavior during the event, including promiscuity, excessive masturbation, inappropriate sexual advances, and other risqué, atypical behavior. Hypersexual behavior is more common in males than females, and is associated with a much longer disease course.[13] Other unusual compulsions reported during the event are also not uncommon.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;SO, DO YOU STILL WANT TO SLEEP?..=)&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/3225880523878170073-6829554290036300593?l=limberella.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://limberella.blogspot.com/feeds/6829554290036300593/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3225880523878170073&amp;postID=6829554290036300593&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3225880523878170073/posts/default/6829554290036300593'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3225880523878170073/posts/default/6829554290036300593'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://limberella.blogspot.com/2010/06/sleeping-beauty-syndrome.html' title='SLEEPING BEAUTY SYNDROME'/><author><name>LIMBERELLA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00342202497030427805</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EKxeadGy-Rg/TA-i8N1vGsI/AAAAAAAAAG8/LJqJePVGS6I/S220/me-cinderella.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EKxeadGy-Rg/TB4sNVQipRI/AAAAAAAAASo/AZOvjB2ZiLk/s72-c/sleep.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3225880523878170073.post-7580789603760272430</id><published>2010-06-20T17:23:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-06-25T11:57:15.573+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sentimental journey'/><title type='text'>FINDING THE BEAUTIFUL IMPERFECT PERSON</title><content type='html'>&lt;object style="background-image:url(http://i3.ytimg.com/vi/Nw0s4C0g5SM/hqdefault.jpg)" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/Nw0s4C0g5SM&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/Nw0s4C0g5SM&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1" width="425" height="344" allowscriptaccess="never" allowfullscreen="true" wmode="transparent" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;You can't watch this video without feeling a "twitch"..Her words showed how thankful she was in their marriage and how much she loved him. Like she said, "&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;in the end, it's these small things that you remember, the little imperfections that make them perfect for you. So to my beautiful children, I hope you too one day will find yourselves lifetime partners who are as beautifully imperfect as your father was to me&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;"..=)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3225880523878170073-7580789603760272430?l=limberella.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://limberella.blogspot.com/feeds/7580789603760272430/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3225880523878170073&amp;postID=7580789603760272430&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3225880523878170073/posts/default/7580789603760272430'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3225880523878170073/posts/default/7580789603760272430'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://limberella.blogspot.com/2010/06/finding-beautiful-imperfect-person.html' title='FINDING THE BEAUTIFUL IMPERFECT PERSON'/><author><name>LIMBERELLA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00342202497030427805</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EKxeadGy-Rg/TA-i8N1vGsI/AAAAAAAAAG8/LJqJePVGS6I/S220/me-cinderella.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3225880523878170073.post-5170649535179931701</id><published>2010-06-20T17:15:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-06-20T17:19:46.361+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pieces'/><title type='text'>THE PERFECT GIRL FRIEND</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;This was tagged by a friend at FACEBOOK:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="  line-height: 14px; font-family:'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif;font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFF00;"&gt;Yes, she exists. And NO, she's not the supermodel type with the long legs and perfect skin. She's even better. She's the type of girl you'd overlook--she'd be your last choice. At worst she's insecure, clingy, shallow, jealous, nagging, sensitive, emotional, dramatic, and annoying. But if you can't handle her at her worst, then you sure as hell don't deserve her at her best.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" color: rgb(51, 51, 51); line-height: 14px; font-family:'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFF00;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFF00;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFF00;"&gt;What is a perfect girlfriend? They say there’s no such thing as perfection, and that she doesn’t exist.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFF00;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFF00;"&gt;Oh trust me, SHE DOES.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFF00;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFF00;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFF00;"&gt;She dresses up all cute and pretty every time you take her out on a date. This is her way of keeping you interested as your eyes are locked solely on her. You stare at other girls instead, and she gets hurt and upset that all her time and effort were put to waste.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFF00;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFF00;"&gt;You call her insecure.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFF00;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFF00;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFF00;"&gt;She holds on to you like she’s never letting you go. This is her way of telling other girls that she’s lucky that she has you, and no, you’re not available.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFF00;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFF00;"&gt;You call her clingy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFF00;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFF00;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFF00;"&gt;She calls you the sweetest nicknames, or ones that only you two will understand. This is her way of saying how special you are, and that there’s nobody else in this world like you. You call other girls “babe” just as how you would call her, and she gets disappointed.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFF00;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFF00;"&gt;You call her shallow and jealous.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFF00;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFF00;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFF00;"&gt;She checks up on you, making sure you made it home safely or that you’re not out getting yourself into any kind of trouble. This is her way of showing how often she thinks about you and that she worries constantly because that’s how much she cares.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFF00;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFF00;"&gt;You say she’s nagging.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFF00;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFF00;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFF00;"&gt;She cries when you do or say something wrong. This is her way of saying “That hurt only because YOU said it and I love YOU.”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFF00;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFF00;"&gt;You call her overly sensitive and emotional.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFF00;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFF00;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFF00;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFF00;"&gt;She loves you more than you love her. This is her way of dealing with the fact that your relationship wasn’t like how it used to be, but she is willing to make room for more love and some changes. You push her away.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFF00;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFF00;"&gt;You call her dramatic and annoying.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFF00;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFF00;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFF00;"&gt;So go ahead. Leave the insecure, clingy, jealous, nagging, overly sensitive, annoying girl. She will soon be much happier in the arms of someone who actually deserves her: the perfect boyfriend.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&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/3225880523878170073-5170649535179931701?l=limberella.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://limberella.blogspot.com/feeds/5170649535179931701/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3225880523878170073&amp;postID=5170649535179931701&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3225880523878170073/posts/default/5170649535179931701'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3225880523878170073/posts/default/5170649535179931701'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://limberella.blogspot.com/2010/06/perfect-girl-friend.html' title='THE PERFECT GIRL FRIEND'/><author><name>LIMBERELLA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00342202497030427805</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EKxeadGy-Rg/TA-i8N1vGsI/AAAAAAAAAG8/LJqJePVGS6I/S220/me-cinderella.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3225880523878170073.post-1761619053237071352</id><published>2010-06-19T23:49:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-06-20T00:58:36.115+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='lovelife matters'/><title type='text'>IDEAL MAN 101 NO MORE</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EKxeadGy-Rg/TBz2OTevbEI/AAAAAAAAAR4/s0cvPq1nAGE/s1600/lonely-heart-valentine_1024x768.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EKxeadGy-Rg/TBz2OTevbEI/AAAAAAAAAR4/s0cvPq1nAGE/s320/lonely-heart-valentine_1024x768.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5484529171838233666" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Every single woman would surely has her ideal man 101. No exemption. Whether she belongs to the break-and-make-up ladies category, the cannot-count-their-boyfriends-on-their-bare-hands species, the too-scared-to-be-in-love, the never been in love, the always been in love, the never want to be in love again and the hopeless romantics who dream of love. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Count me in, I'm of them...BEFORE. The quote and quote, hopeless romantic who dreams of love. I always envision myself with a man who sweeps me off my feet, like a knight rescuing a damsel in distress. I even had long list of my ideal man, would you believe that. Maybe because it's easier to find this kind of man in my dreams than in real life. Or maybe it's easier convincing myself and everyone else that he does exist, than fishing one in an ocean of desperate men. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;A peek on Few of My IDEAL MAN 101:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;1. The Boy Next Door&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;2. Silent but deep person&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;3. Doesn't drink and doesn't smoke&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;4. Hopeless romantic&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;5. Sensitive&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;6. Wears glasses (nerdy ?)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;7. Street Smart&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;8. No Girlfriend Since Birth (a replica of me? heheh).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;And the only person who believes he exists is me alone. To my cynic friends (which you can't blame them), he is just an illusionary Romeo.  While I sound like an insane Juliet wandering around the street. So I kept on hoping, dreaming, longing to find my mystery guy until I got tired.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;But when I stopped looking, he came along... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;It was just an ordinary day when I met my HUMAN man. He was simple, he was kind of shy. It wasn't the giddy love at first sight, it wasn't even in the fairytale scenario. But it was real, even when I blink my eyes. Well, at least the butterfly on your stomach and the heart beating faster and slower at the same time kind of really exist, thought they were just invented by movie producers or love gurus. Kidding aside.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Well, anyway. He kind of flunked 1, 3 and 6 and he scored average on the list. But that didn't stop him from stealing my heart. He taught me that love should not be ideal, it should be real. Enough with the ideal man. He was and will always be enough to make me believe that I don't have to dream anymore because this time, love happens in real life. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3225880523878170073-1761619053237071352?l=limberella.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://limberella.blogspot.com/feeds/1761619053237071352/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3225880523878170073&amp;postID=1761619053237071352&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3225880523878170073/posts/default/1761619053237071352'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3225880523878170073/posts/default/1761619053237071352'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://limberella.blogspot.com/2010/06/ideal-man-101-no-more.html' title='IDEAL MAN 101 NO MORE'/><author><name>LIMBERELLA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00342202497030427805</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EKxeadGy-Rg/TA-i8N1vGsI/AAAAAAAAAG8/LJqJePVGS6I/S220/me-cinderella.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EKxeadGy-Rg/TBz2OTevbEI/AAAAAAAAAR4/s0cvPq1nAGE/s72-c/lonely-heart-valentine_1024x768.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3225880523878170073.post-5333562974522980231</id><published>2010-06-19T23:01:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-06-25T11:57:50.327+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sentimental journey'/><title type='text'>WHEN YOU WISH UPON A STAR</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EKxeadGy-Rg/TBzcGlrfrXI/AAAAAAAAARw/E9HX9yAyq9E/s1600/falling-star.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 235px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EKxeadGy-Rg/TBzcGlrfrXI/AAAAAAAAARw/E9HX9yAyq9E/s320/falling-star.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5484500451982290290" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I was still a kid, I used to believe that falling stars answer my wishes. I always dream of seeing one, thinking it would grant my heart's desire. Never seen any then but that didn't make me a cynic though. But finally, what seems to be a dream came true, I seen one. It was during our kiddie camp when a falling star visited. So I rush myself into making my wishes. Years after, seen one again and again, yet still finding myself wishing. And the moment I started to forget them, they start to come true. Whew.. Should this just be a legend? Or did it came true because it's already written in my destiny? Or is this a mere issue of faith - believing in your own dreams.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;I would like to acknowledge what I read from somewhere:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="  color: rgb(68, 68, 68); line-height: 21px; font-family:'Lucida Grande', Verdana, Arial, sans-serif;font-size:12px;"&gt;&lt;p style="padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; margin-top: 13px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 13px; margin-left: 0px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Legend has it that wishing upon a shooting star makes the wish come true. It is believed to have originated in Europe, when Greek astronomer Ptolemy, around AD 127-151, wrote that the Gods occassionally, out of curiosity, even boredom, peer down at the earth from between the spheres, and stars sometimes slip out of this gap, becoming visible as shooting or falling stars. Since the Gods are already looking at us at such a time, they tend to be more receptive to any wishes we make!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; margin-top: 13px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 13px; margin-left: 0px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;The Greeks, however, fathomed shooting stars to be rising or falling human souls, while Jews and Christians believed&lt;/b&gt; &lt;b&gt;them to be fallen angels or demons. Aristophanes, a Greek playwrite, had a more fancy imagination. According to him, shooting stars were “souls of poor people, drunkenly walking home after they had dinner at a rich star.”&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; margin-top: 13px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 13px; margin-left: 0px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Even contemporary culture is abound with superstitions related to shooting stars. In Chile, for instance, when you spot a shooting star, you must pick up a stone in the same moment, while making a wish. (Quick thinking, I must say.) If you’re in the Phillipines, you must tie a knot in your handkerchief instead. (Too bad if you don’t carry one around.)&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; margin-top: 13px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 13px; margin-left: 0px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; margin-top: 13px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 13px; margin-left: 0px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);  line-height: normal;  font-family:Georgia, serif;font-size:16px;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" ;font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFF00;"&gt;WHETHER THIS IS JUST A SUPERSTITIOUS BELIEF OR ANOTHER KIDDIE FAIRYTALE, FALLING STARS REPRESENTS THE FAITH WE HOLD IN OUR DREAMS..IF WE BELIEVE..=)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; margin-top: 13px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 13px; margin-left: 0px; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3225880523878170073-5333562974522980231?l=limberella.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://limberella.blogspot.com/feeds/5333562974522980231/comments/default' title='Post 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url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EKxeadGy-Rg/TBzcGlrfrXI/AAAAAAAAARw/E9HX9yAyq9E/s72-c/falling-star.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3225880523878170073.post-2445613196402479842</id><published>2010-06-19T20:22:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-06-19T20:36:12.308+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pieces'/><title type='text'> WINGS OF PRAYER </title><content type='html'>A VERY INSPIRING PIECE:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#009900;"&gt;Just close your eyes and open your heart&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#009900;"&gt;And feel your worries and cares depart&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#009900;"&gt;Just yield yourself in the Father above&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#009900;"&gt;And let Him hold you secure in His Love&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#009900;"&gt;For life on earth grows more involved&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#009900;"&gt;With endless problems that can't be solved&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#009900;"&gt;But God only asks us to do our best&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#009900;"&gt;And He will take over the rest&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#009900;"&gt;So when you are tired, discourage and blue&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#009900;"&gt;There's always one door that is open for you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#009900;"&gt;And that is the door to the house of prayer&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#009900;"&gt;And you'll find out, God is waiting there&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#009900;"&gt;For the house of prayer is no father away&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#009900;"&gt;Than the quiet spot where you kneel and pray&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#009900;"&gt;For the heart is a temple where God is there&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#009900;"&gt;As we place our love in His loving care&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#009900;"&gt;And He hears every problems and answers each one&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#009900;"&gt;And when we say in His name Thy Will Be Done&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#009900;"&gt;The problems that seem to heavy to bear&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#009900;"&gt;Are lifted away on the wings of prayer&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3225880523878170073-2445613196402479842?l=limberella.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://limberella.blogspot.com/feeds/2445613196402479842/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3225880523878170073&amp;postID=2445613196402479842&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3225880523878170073/posts/default/2445613196402479842'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3225880523878170073/posts/default/2445613196402479842'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://limberella.blogspot.com/2010/06/wings-of-prayer.html' title='&lt;B&gt; WINGS OF PRAYER &lt;/B&gt;'/><author><name>LIMBERELLA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00342202497030427805</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EKxeadGy-Rg/TA-i8N1vGsI/AAAAAAAAAG8/LJqJePVGS6I/S220/me-cinderella.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3225880523878170073.post-8415358811903194673</id><published>2010-06-19T14:44:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-09-09T18:11:00.101+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='places'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='travel'/><title type='text'>love fountain in ROME?!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Is there really a love fountain?.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last night, I happen to watch WHEN IN ROME. Coins and a fountain that makes a magic mess. In the movie, there's this love fountain where you have to make a wish (more of love matters), throw in a coin and your heart's desires will be granted. By the way, the fountain is called the TREVI FOUNTAIN in ROME..But when I made a little research, it says the other thing, that throwing a coin meant that you will find yourself returning to the place..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These are some of the wonderful images of the said fountain and a little research:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EKxeadGy-Rg/TBxrxseIhyI/AAAAAAAAARY/LD5zQgkZbJA/s1600/4204577-Trevi_Fountain-Rome.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EKxeadGy-Rg/TBxrxseIhyI/AAAAAAAAARY/LD5zQgkZbJA/s320/4204577-Trevi_Fountain-Rome.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5484376947725731618" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Trevi Fountain is the place that you can prove that you ve been in Italy and Rome ...If you dont have a picture of Trevi Fountain in Rome and if you didnt throw any money from your shoulder that means that you never been in Roma ....The Trevi fountain, is the largest and most spectacular Baroque fountain in Rome (standing 25.9 meters high and 19.8 meters wide.. was designed by Nicola Salvi in 1732 and competed in 1762. isnpired by a schetch of Bernini&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EKxeadGy-Rg/TBxsozQNteI/AAAAAAAAARg/XvSbDkKaIE8/s1600/4204583-Trevi_Fountain-Rome.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 269px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EKxeadGy-Rg/TBxsozQNteI/AAAAAAAAARg/XvSbDkKaIE8/s320/4204583-Trevi_Fountain-Rome.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5484377894439204322" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Main figure of the fountain is Neptun (God of the sea), flanked by two Tritons.(sons of the god of the sea)It was also the main attraction for the famous hollywood stle movie of "Three coins in a fountain" and "Roman holiday",Frederico Fellini put the last point with "Dolce Vita" Tradition is that a coin thrown into the water guarantees a visitor's return to Rome.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EKxeadGy-Rg/TBxtBYfvB0I/AAAAAAAAARo/4dp320N07K8/s1600/romeguide_trevi11.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 239px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EKxeadGy-Rg/TBxtBYfvB0I/AAAAAAAAARo/4dp320N07K8/s320/romeguide_trevi11.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5484378316753274690" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3225880523878170073-8415358811903194673?l=limberella.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://limberella.blogspot.com/feeds/8415358811903194673/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3225880523878170073&amp;postID=8415358811903194673&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3225880523878170073/posts/default/8415358811903194673'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3225880523878170073/posts/default/8415358811903194673'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://limberella.blogspot.com/2010/06/love-fountain-in-rome.html' title='love fountain in ROME?!'/><author><name>LIMBERELLA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00342202497030427805</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EKxeadGy-Rg/TA-i8N1vGsI/AAAAAAAAAG8/LJqJePVGS6I/S220/me-cinderella.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EKxeadGy-Rg/TBxrxseIhyI/AAAAAAAAARY/LD5zQgkZbJA/s72-c/4204577-Trevi_Fountain-Rome.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3225880523878170073.post-291550196305373801</id><published>2010-06-18T01:01:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-06-25T11:58:45.047+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sentimental journey'/><title type='text'>it's a "fats" thing..</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;         I had the biggest weight downfall back 4th year college, without me being so unaware of it (effortless, heheh), I always feel fat you know. Running down from my 117 pounds down to 102. Take note 102, let me spell that out "hundred two". So more or less, that's such a large amount of unwanted calories. Hehe. Then everyone would like ask me, were you sick? or Have you been on a diet? Someone would even compliment me. While I would just give them the serious "get-outa-here" look. I mean I wasn't convince of the fact that I did lose my weight, like I said I always feel fat. But Then I woke up on morning and said Hey, maybe I am losing weight. My clothes started to become wobbly. My pants became bigger. I even have to borrow my sister's shirts and grab one from my mom's. How come I still feel fat. But I'm seriously not anorexic. Hehe..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Anyway, to show what I'm talking about, better take a look at these pics.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EKxeadGy-Rg/TBpVIQKjxqI/AAAAAAAAARI/cCTT3Z93qaU/s1600/niwangko.png"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 315px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EKxeadGy-Rg/TBpVIQKjxqI/AAAAAAAAARI/cCTT3Z93qaU/s400/niwangko.png" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5483789096543569570" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(i know i look ugly. heheh)&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;But now, what seems to be a literal "taking the load out" becomes an excess baggage. I AM GETTING FAT!. And believe me, I hate it!  I'm becoming bigger and my clothes are going smaller. Everyone started to say "Oh, you've grown big"..And it's definitely not a compliment. I get to be disappointed every time I put on my favorite shirts and find myself undeniably fat. Grr...I want to lose weight with one click of my fingers, so help me God. hehhe... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Now spot the difference from the pictures above...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EKxeadGy-Rg/TBpYiWvU54I/AAAAAAAAARQ/xFxU7Mk4rAk/s1600/tambuk+au.png"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 331px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EKxeadGy-Rg/TBpYiWvU54I/AAAAAAAAARQ/xFxU7Mk4rAk/s400/tambuk+au.png" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5483792843519879042" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3225880523878170073-291550196305373801?l=limberella.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://limberella.blogspot.com/feeds/291550196305373801/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3225880523878170073&amp;postID=291550196305373801&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3225880523878170073/posts/default/291550196305373801'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3225880523878170073/posts/default/291550196305373801'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://limberella.blogspot.com/2010/06/its-fats-thing.html' title='it&apos;s a &quot;fats&quot; thing..'/><author><name>LIMBERELLA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00342202497030427805</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EKxeadGy-Rg/TA-i8N1vGsI/AAAAAAAAAG8/LJqJePVGS6I/S220/me-cinderella.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EKxeadGy-Rg/TBpVIQKjxqI/AAAAAAAAARI/cCTT3Z93qaU/s72-c/niwangko.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3225880523878170073.post-7794597272630577857</id><published>2010-06-17T00:23:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-06-19T14:21:30.143+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='lessons'/><title type='text'>45 LESSONS IN LIFE</title><content type='html'>I saw this posted (power point slide) at someone's facebook wall. I grabbed (share - facebook term) one for my page. I can't help but watched this like a million times because these lessons are much applicable in life. I'm glad I found the wordings at google. This was composed and compiled by Regina Bret, as her way of celebrating her growing years. It says 45, but there are 50 of them, well anyway, here it is...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EKxeadGy-Rg/TBj-wiYmk6I/AAAAAAAAAQw/cgCmnHKMYwU/s1600/LifeLessons.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 180px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EKxeadGy-Rg/TBj-wiYmk6I/AAAAAAAAAQw/cgCmnHKMYwU/s320/LifeLessons.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5483412656140751778" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;1. Life isn't fair, but it's still good.&lt;br /&gt;2. When in doubt, just take the next small step. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Life is too short to waste time hating anyone.&lt;br /&gt;4. Don't take yourself so seriously. No one else does.&lt;br /&gt;5. Pay off your credit cards every month.&lt;br /&gt;6. You don't have to win every argument. Agree to disagree.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;7. Cry with someone. It's more healing than crying alone. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. It's OK to get angry with God. He can take it.&lt;br /&gt;9. Save for retirement starting with your first paycheck.&lt;br /&gt;10. When it comes to chocolate, resistance is futile.&lt;br /&gt;11. Make peace with your past so it won't screw up the present.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;12. It's OK to let your children see you cry. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13. Don't compare your life to others'. You have no idea what their&lt;br /&gt;Journey is all about.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;14. If a relationship has to be a secret, you shouldn't be in it. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;15. Everything can change in the blink of an eye. But don't worry; God&lt;br /&gt;Never blinks.&lt;br /&gt;16. Life is too short for long pity parties. Get busy living, or get&lt;br /&gt;Busy dying.&lt;br /&gt;17. You can get through anything if you stay put in today.&lt;br /&gt;18. A writer writes. If you want to be a writer, write.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;19. It's never too late to have a happy childhood. But the second one is&lt;br /&gt;Up to you and no one else. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;20. When it comes to going after what you love in life, don't take no&lt;br /&gt;For an answer. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;21. Burn the candles, use the nice sheets, wear the fancy lingerie.&lt;br /&gt;Don't save it for a special occasion. Today is special.&lt;br /&gt;22. Over prepare, then go with the flow.&lt;br /&gt;23. Be eccentric now. Don't wait for old age to wear purple.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;24. The most important sex organ is the brain.&lt;br /&gt;25. No one is in charge of your happiness except you.&lt;br /&gt;26. Frame every so-called disaster with these words: "In five years,&lt;br /&gt;Will this matter?" &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;27. Always choose life. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;28. Forgive everyone everything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;29. What other people think of you is none of your business. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;30. Time heals almost everything. Give time time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;31. However good or bad a situation is, it will change. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;32. Your job won't take care of you when you are sick. Your friends&lt;br /&gt;Will. Stay in touch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;33. Believe in miracles.&lt;br /&gt;34. God loves you because of who God is, not because of anything you did&lt;br /&gt;Or didn't do. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;35. Whatever doesn't kill you really does make you stronger.&lt;br /&gt;36. Growing old beats the alternative -- dying young.&lt;br /&gt;37. Your children get only one childhood. Make it memorable.&lt;br /&gt;38. Read the Psalms. They cover every human emotion.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;39. Get outside every day. Miracles are waiting everywhere.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;40. If we all threw our problems in a pile and saw everyone else's, we'd&lt;br /&gt;Grab ours back.&lt;br /&gt;41. Don't audit life. Show up and make the most of it now.&lt;br /&gt;42. Get rid of anything that isn't useful, beautiful or joyful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;43. All that truly matters in the end is that you loved. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;44. Envy is a waste of time. You already have all you need.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;45. The best is yet to come. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;46. No matter how you feel, get up, dress up and show up.&lt;br /&gt;47. Take a deep breath. It calms the mind.&lt;br /&gt;48. If you don't ask, you don't get.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;49. Yield.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;50. Life isn't tied with a bow, but it's still a gift.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3225880523878170073-7794597272630577857?l=limberella.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://limberella.blogspot.com/feeds/7794597272630577857/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3225880523878170073&amp;postID=7794597272630577857&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3225880523878170073/posts/default/7794597272630577857'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3225880523878170073/posts/default/7794597272630577857'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://limberella.blogspot.com/2010/06/45-lessons-in-life.html' title='45 LESSONS IN LIFE'/><author><name>LIMBERELLA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00342202497030427805</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EKxeadGy-Rg/TA-i8N1vGsI/AAAAAAAAAG8/LJqJePVGS6I/S220/me-cinderella.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EKxeadGy-Rg/TBj-wiYmk6I/AAAAAAAAAQw/cgCmnHKMYwU/s72-c/LifeLessons.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3225880523878170073.post-6879839062725473921</id><published>2010-06-16T17:03:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-06-25T11:55:57.488+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sentimental journey'/><title type='text'>Limbing + Cinderella = LIMBERELLA</title><content type='html'>I would like to show you some of my CINDERELLA collectibles. I'm still looking forward to collect more and more of these:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;embed src="http://widget-2d.slide.com/widgets/slideticker.swf" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" quality="high" scale="noscale" salign="l" wmode="transparent" flashvars="cy=bb&amp;amp;il=1&amp;amp;channel=2522015791363150637&amp;amp;site=widget-2d.slide.com" style="width:400px;height:320px" name="flashticker" align="middle"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;div style="width:400px;text-align:left;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.slide.com/pivot?cy=bb&amp;amp;at=un&amp;amp;id=2522015791363150637&amp;amp;map=1" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://widget-2d.slide.com/p1/2522015791363150637/bb_t024_v000_s0un_f00/images/xslide1.gif" border="0" ismap="ismap" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.slide.com/pivot?cy=bb&amp;amp;at=un&amp;amp;id=2522015791363150637&amp;amp;map=2" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://widget-2d.slide.com/p2/2522015791363150637/bb_t024_v000_s0un_f00/images/xslide2.gif" border="0" ismap="ismap" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.slide.com/pivot?cy=bb&amp;amp;at=un&amp;amp;id=2522015791363150637&amp;amp;map=F" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://widget-2d.slide.com/p4/2522015791363150637/bb_t024_v000_s0un_f00/images/xslide42.gif" border="0" ismap="ismap" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ENJOY=)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3225880523878170073-6879839062725473921?l=limberella.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://limberella.blogspot.com/feeds/6879839062725473921/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3225880523878170073&amp;postID=6879839062725473921&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3225880523878170073/posts/default/6879839062725473921'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3225880523878170073/posts/default/6879839062725473921'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://limberella.blogspot.com/2010/06/limbing-cinderella-limberella_16.html' title='Limbing + Cinderella = LIMBERELLA'/><author><name>LIMBERELLA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00342202497030427805</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EKxeadGy-Rg/TA-i8N1vGsI/AAAAAAAAAG8/LJqJePVGS6I/S220/me-cinderella.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3225880523878170073.post-1915979098773877166</id><published>2010-06-16T14:13:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-06-25T11:52:26.614+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='on the spot'/><title type='text'>happy 26th anniversary to my parents!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EKxeadGy-Rg/TBhsouMtlXI/AAAAAAAAAMo/d6MWyMRzXe8/s1600/25887_1342130506936_1041394725_1051829_4588445_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 266px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EKxeadGy-Rg/TBhsouMtlXI/AAAAAAAAAMo/d6MWyMRzXe8/s400/25887_1342130506936_1041394725_1051829_4588445_n.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5483251993175496050" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just want to greet my parents a &lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-large;"&gt;HAPPY HAPPY ANNIVERSARY!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt; It's their 26th ANNIVERSARY!...cheers to them!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3225880523878170073-1915979098773877166?l=limberella.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://limberella.blogspot.com/feeds/1915979098773877166/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3225880523878170073&amp;postID=1915979098773877166&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3225880523878170073/posts/default/1915979098773877166'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3225880523878170073/posts/default/1915979098773877166'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://limberella.blogspot.com/2010/06/happy-26th-anniversary-to-my-parents.html' title='happy 26th anniversary to my parents!'/><author><name>LIMBERELLA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00342202497030427805</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EKxeadGy-Rg/TA-i8N1vGsI/AAAAAAAAAG8/LJqJePVGS6I/S220/me-cinderella.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EKxeadGy-Rg/TBhsouMtlXI/AAAAAAAAAMo/d6MWyMRzXe8/s72-c/25887_1342130506936_1041394725_1051829_4588445_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3225880523878170073.post-1475700862442492195</id><published>2010-06-15T14:10:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-06-19T14:24:23.492+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='narrative events'/><title type='text'>in times like this...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EKxeadGy-Rg/TBcZfT7EkiI/AAAAAAAAAKQ/asWv2sbY19A/s1600/IMG_4495.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EKxeadGy-Rg/TBcZfT7EkiI/AAAAAAAAAKQ/asWv2sbY19A/s400/IMG_4495.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5482879097061544482" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who would forget the January 2009 flood?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We were among the unexpected flood victims. Living in an urban city and in a place which never experience any torrent, we never expected calamities like this to happen. It was a rainy Monday mid morning. I just got up. My parents were taking their late breakfast while my siblings were playing on the computer. We heard the usual clamors of our neighbors outside, didn't expect it was already it. Then my brother took a peek outside, expressing an awe about the high level of water. The next thing I knew, the water started to get inside our humble abode. Thank God, no one panicked. We carried whatever we can and brought it upstairs (we have a 2-story house), from my brothers' books down to the CPU's, computers and even our heavy rice dispenser. I never expected I can be that speedy. While carrying some stuff, the water reached to our knee level and going up to our legs. Tables, chairs, and other things were already floating in the area. Whew!..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then I went upstairs with my sister and younger brother. We prayed for the rain to stop.Sappy as it was, we even cried together. We were all so scared of the fact that anytime from that moment, the water might consume our house.  It was already 6 pm when the water started to subside. We already slept at around 3 am and we were still scared to sleep for fear that it might come back anytime. Even raindrops over our neighbors roof already gave me and my sister a paranoid feeling.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HERE ARE SOME PICS:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EKxeadGy-Rg/TBcf0hwtLTI/AAAAAAAAAKY/FKojQirs5PU/s1600/IMG_4481.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EKxeadGy-Rg/TBcf0hwtLTI/AAAAAAAAAKY/FKojQirs5PU/s320/IMG_4481.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5482886058623184178" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;INSIDE OUR HOME&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EKxeadGy-Rg/TBcgGMj1-fI/AAAAAAAAAKg/L7ZrvkAlztg/s1600/IMG_4484.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EKxeadGy-Rg/TBcgGMj1-fI/AAAAAAAAAKg/L7ZrvkAlztg/s320/IMG_4484.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5482886362169735666" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OUR DRENCHED CARS&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EKxeadGy-Rg/TBcgcjTbFTI/AAAAAAAAAKo/09aJyMygCVs/s1600/IMG_4493.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EKxeadGy-Rg/TBcgcjTbFTI/AAAAAAAAAKo/09aJyMygCVs/s320/IMG_4493.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5482886746232001842" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;IT SEEMS HE'S ENJOYING THE BLAST =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EKxeadGy-Rg/TBcguPHXrfI/AAAAAAAAAKw/f-Fms4cPKfI/s1600/IMG_4504.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EKxeadGy-Rg/TBcguPHXrfI/AAAAAAAAAKw/f-Fms4cPKfI/s320/IMG_4504.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5482887050050383346" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;VANTAGE POINT&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3225880523878170073-1475700862442492195?l=limberella.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://limberella.blogspot.com/feeds/1475700862442492195/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3225880523878170073&amp;postID=1475700862442492195&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3225880523878170073/posts/default/1475700862442492195'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3225880523878170073/posts/default/1475700862442492195'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://limberella.blogspot.com/2010/06/in-times-like-this_14.html' title='in times like this...'/><author><name>LIMBERELLA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00342202497030427805</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EKxeadGy-Rg/TA-i8N1vGsI/AAAAAAAAAG8/LJqJePVGS6I/S220/me-cinderella.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EKxeadGy-Rg/TBcZfT7EkiI/AAAAAAAAAKQ/asWv2sbY19A/s72-c/IMG_4495.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3225880523878170073.post-1515945180169328332</id><published>2010-06-15T13:03:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-06-19T14:24:53.034+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='narrative events'/><title type='text'>desperate times call for desperate measures =)</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EKxeadGy-Rg/TBcKAg0a2wI/AAAAAAAAAJ4/nfs782UXWMI/s1600/blogspot.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EKxeadGy-Rg/TBcKAg0a2wI/AAAAAAAAAJ4/nfs782UXWMI/s400/blogspot.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5482862075272944386" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This was one of the funny incidents I have in my life. I was on my way to the office when my officemates called me over a taxi to join them. Unfortunately the cab driver told us that he can no longer take us to the office due to the high current of flood water on the area. He can't risk his engine. So we paid the bill and joined the stagnant crowd at Makro and waited for vehicles. But thankfully, an officemate with a motorcycle gave us a lift. And to our dismay, still we can't make it to the office. So we have to stop over and cross the street to get another ride. But as you can see, the water is a little high which will probably drench our pants. So this police officer / soldier was kind enough to carry all of us. All of them had the piggy back while I was the only one who was carried like a princess. hahaha!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3225880523878170073-1515945180169328332?l=limberella.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://limberella.blogspot.com/feeds/1515945180169328332/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3225880523878170073&amp;postID=1515945180169328332&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3225880523878170073/posts/default/1515945180169328332'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3225880523878170073/posts/default/1515945180169328332'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://limberella.blogspot.com/2010/06/desperate-times-call-for-desperate.html' title='desperate times call for desperate measures =)'/><author><name>LIMBERELLA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00342202497030427805</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EKxeadGy-Rg/TA-i8N1vGsI/AAAAAAAAAG8/LJqJePVGS6I/S220/me-cinderella.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EKxeadGy-Rg/TBcKAg0a2wI/AAAAAAAAAJ4/nfs782UXWMI/s72-c/blogspot.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3225880523878170073.post-1678339698898336962</id><published>2010-06-15T01:52:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-09-09T18:11:09.080+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='music'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pieces'/><title type='text'>nothing's gonna stop us now</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EKxeadGy-Rg/TBZssO438oI/AAAAAAAAAJo/O3x8_nQ3fp0/s1600/images.jpeg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 120px; height: 83px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EKxeadGy-Rg/TBZssO438oI/AAAAAAAAAJo/O3x8_nQ3fp0/s320/images.jpeg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5482689103536845442" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;by: STARSHIP (one of my personal favorites)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Looking in your eyes I see a paradise&lt;br /&gt;This world that I found is too good to be true&lt;br /&gt;Standing here beside you, want so much to give you&lt;br /&gt;This love in my heart that I'm feeling for you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let 'em say we're crazy, don't care 'bout that&lt;br /&gt;Put your hand in my hand baby, don't ever look back&lt;br /&gt;Let the world around us just fall apart&lt;br /&gt;Baby, we can make it if we're heart to heart&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And we can build this dream together, standing strong forever&lt;br /&gt;Nothing's gonna stop us now&lt;br /&gt;And if this world runs out of lovers, we'll still have each other&lt;br /&gt;Nothing's gonna stop us, nothing's gonna stop us now&lt;br /&gt;Woh woh oh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm so glad I found you, I'm not gonna lose you&lt;br /&gt;Whatever it takes, I will stay here with you&lt;br /&gt;Take it to the good times, see it through the bad times&lt;br /&gt;Whatever it takes is what I'm gonna do&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let 'em say we're crazy, what do they know&lt;br /&gt;Put your arms around me baby, don't ever let go&lt;br /&gt;Let the world around us just fall apart&lt;br /&gt;Baby, we can make it if we're heart to heart&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And we can build this dream together, standing strong forever&lt;br /&gt;Nothing's gonna stop us now&lt;br /&gt;And if this world runs out of lovers, we'll still have each other&lt;br /&gt;Nothing's gonna stop us, nothing's gonna stop us&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ooh, all that I need is you&lt;br /&gt;All that I ever need&lt;br /&gt;And all that I want to do&lt;br /&gt;Is hold you forever, forever and ever&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And we can build this dream together, standing strong forever&lt;br /&gt;Nothing's gonna stop us now&lt;br /&gt;And if this world runs out of lovers, we'll still have each other&lt;br /&gt;Nothing's gonna stop us, nothing's gonna stop us&lt;br /&gt;Woh oh oh-oh-oh&lt;br /&gt;Nothing's gonna stop us, nothing's gonna stop us now&lt;br /&gt;Hey baby&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And we can build this dream together, standing strong forever&lt;br /&gt;Nothing's gonna stop us now&lt;br /&gt;And if this world runs out of lovers, we'll still have each other&lt;br /&gt;Nothing's gonna stop us, nothing's gonna stop us now&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3225880523878170073-1678339698898336962?l=limberella.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://limberella.blogspot.com/feeds/1678339698898336962/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3225880523878170073&amp;postID=1678339698898336962&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3225880523878170073/posts/default/1678339698898336962'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3225880523878170073/posts/default/1678339698898336962'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://limberella.blogspot.com/2010/06/nothings-gonna-stop-us-now.html' title='nothing&apos;s gonna stop us now'/><author><name>LIMBERELLA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00342202497030427805</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EKxeadGy-Rg/TA-i8N1vGsI/AAAAAAAAAG8/LJqJePVGS6I/S220/me-cinderella.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EKxeadGy-Rg/TBZssO438oI/AAAAAAAAAJo/O3x8_nQ3fp0/s72-c/images.jpeg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3225880523878170073.post-8216802015880559928</id><published>2010-06-14T23:35:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-09-09T18:11:19.334+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='movies'/><title type='text'>the first movie that made me cry !</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EKxeadGy-Rg/TBZN_vTwWJI/AAAAAAAAAJA/veWRTP0Koo0/s1600/Hachiko+A+Dog%27s+Story.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 223px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EKxeadGy-Rg/TBZN_vTwWJI/AAAAAAAAAJA/veWRTP0Koo0/s320/Hachiko+A+Dog%27s+Story.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5482655353796581522" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm not the type who cries over sappy movies. I usually just stay silent, teary eyed, whenever a movie hit me hard. But this one caused me sobbing eyes. Hachiko is not just about your ordinary dog-man relationship movie, it's about faith, devotion and undying love which actually happens in real life. I wonder if there are still existing Hachiko out there, either human or animal. His loyalty for his master lasted until the day it died.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EKxeadGy-Rg/TBZRJiBZOtI/AAAAAAAAAJI/CECpzTsleqo/s1600/220px-Hachiko.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 136px; height: 200px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EKxeadGy-Rg/TBZRJiBZOtI/AAAAAAAAAJI/CECpzTsleqo/s200/220px-Hachiko.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5482658820563483346" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="text-align:right"&gt;Picture of Hachikō (in real life)&lt;br /&gt;Breed :       Akita Inu&lt;br /&gt;Gender :       Male&lt;br /&gt;Born :       November 10, 1923&lt;br /&gt;              near the city of Ōdate, Akita Prefecture&lt;br /&gt;Died :       March 8, 1934 (aged 12)&lt;br /&gt;              Shibuya, Tokyo&lt;br /&gt;Resting place : National Science Museum of Japan in Ueno, Tokyo.&lt;br /&gt;Owner   :       Hidesaburō Ueno&lt;br /&gt;Appearance : golden brown with cream color on upper face &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EKxeadGy-Rg/TBZSQNc4DNI/AAAAAAAAAJQ/qVgejklEh90/s1600/180px-Hachiko-hakusei.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 180px; height: 187px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EKxeadGy-Rg/TBZSQNc4DNI/AAAAAAAAAJQ/qVgejklEh90/s200/180px-Hachiko-hakusei.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5482660034812316882" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hachikō exhibited at the National Science Museum of Japan in Ueno.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EKxeadGy-Rg/TBZTADeXMvI/AAAAAAAAAJY/R-jtql-c9uk/s1600/220px-Hachiko200505-2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EKxeadGy-Rg/TBZTADeXMvI/AAAAAAAAAJY/R-jtql-c9uk/s200/220px-Hachiko200505-2.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5482660856767918834" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In April 1934, a bronze statue in his likeness was erected at Shibuya Station  and Hachikō himself was present at its unveiling. The statue was recycled for the war effort during World War II. In 1948 The Society for Recreating the Hachikō Statue commissioned Takeshi Ando, son of the original artist who had since died, to make a second statue. The new statue, which was erected in August 1948, still stands and is an extremely popular meeting spot. The station entrance near this statue is named "Hachikō-guchi", meaning "The Hachikō Exit", and is one of Shibuya Station's five exits.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EKxeadGy-Rg/TBZTuHulYCI/AAAAAAAAAJg/3BH74OFS_LI/s1600/hachi1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EKxeadGy-Rg/TBZTuHulYCI/AAAAAAAAAJg/3BH74OFS_LI/s320/hachi1.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5482661648183681058" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;       "if you give your heart to a dog, it will give its life to you"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3225880523878170073-8216802015880559928?l=limberella.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://limberella.blogspot.com/feeds/8216802015880559928/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3225880523878170073&amp;postID=8216802015880559928&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3225880523878170073/posts/default/8216802015880559928'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3225880523878170073/posts/default/8216802015880559928'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://limberella.blogspot.com/2010/06/first-movie-that-made-me-cry.html' title='the first movie that made me cry !'/><author><name>LIMBERELLA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00342202497030427805</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EKxeadGy-Rg/TA-i8N1vGsI/AAAAAAAAAG8/LJqJePVGS6I/S220/me-cinderella.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EKxeadGy-Rg/TBZN_vTwWJI/AAAAAAAAAJA/veWRTP0Koo0/s72-c/Hachiko+A+Dog%27s+Story.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3225880523878170073.post-6985503770119198246</id><published>2010-06-14T00:12:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-09-09T18:11:31.900+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='places'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='travel'/><title type='text'>i'll get to you, GREECE!</title><content type='html'>While most people dream of going to Paris and witness the Eiffel Tower and so. Mine is a different dream getaway. Although I also dreamt of taking photos of me perpendicular to that of Eiffel Tower, but I’d choose GREECE over the inevitable Paris!.. Aside from its relevance to the famous Greek mythology, everything about this place seems so good. Maybe the movies Sisterhood of Traveling Pants, Mamma Mia and My Life in Ruins (all are my favorites) play a major influence why I so love to go there. These films sort of showed that Greece is a wonderful place to visit, especially for those who wanted a little space away from the urban life. People at Greece seem to live a simpler life, which makes this country more admirable.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The next thing I want to do is study about their culture and their people…and perhaps learn a little with their language..*sigh sigh*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here is a trailer of Mamma Mia...The film captures most Greece's finest places :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object style="background-image:url(http://i4.ytimg.com/vi/wJtv_VWt7nQ/hqdefault.jpg)" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/wJtv_VWt7nQ&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/wJtv_VWt7nQ&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1" width="425" height="344" allowscriptaccess="never" allowfullscreen="true" wmode="transparent" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want to go at these places:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SANTORINI&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EKxeadGy-Rg/TBUFPPksNVI/AAAAAAAAAIk/vk8gcR2ug7U/s1600/greece+1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EKxeadGy-Rg/TBUFPPksNVI/AAAAAAAAAIk/vk8gcR2ug7U/s320/greece+1.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5482293880830047570" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CHURCH IN THE HILL TOP (AGIOANNIS)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EKxeadGy-Rg/TBUFnPelKuI/AAAAAAAAAIs/caeP51e8aBE/s1600/agioannis.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EKxeadGy-Rg/TBUFnPelKuI/AAAAAAAAAIs/caeP51e8aBE/s320/agioannis.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5482294293121280738" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SKOPELOS&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EKxeadGy-Rg/TBUG-6mDgjI/AAAAAAAAAI0/gMRGqf33d38/s1600/greece_pictures_skopelos.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EKxeadGy-Rg/TBUG-6mDgjI/AAAAAAAAAI0/gMRGqf33d38/s320/greece_pictures_skopelos.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5482295799343972914" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Greece, I’ll get to you soon..=)&lt;br /&gt;Αγαπώ την Ελλάδα ( I LOVE GREECE)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3225880523878170073-6985503770119198246?l=limberella.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://limberella.blogspot.com/feeds/6985503770119198246/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3225880523878170073&amp;postID=6985503770119198246&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3225880523878170073/posts/default/6985503770119198246'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3225880523878170073/posts/default/6985503770119198246'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://limberella.blogspot.com/2010/06/ill-get-to-you-greece.html' title='i&apos;ll get to you, GREECE!'/><author><name>LIMBERELLA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00342202497030427805</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EKxeadGy-Rg/TA-i8N1vGsI/AAAAAAAAAG8/LJqJePVGS6I/S220/me-cinderella.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EKxeadGy-Rg/TBUFPPksNVI/AAAAAAAAAIk/vk8gcR2ug7U/s72-c/greece+1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3225880523878170073.post-7160890935126239522</id><published>2010-06-11T22:27:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-09-09T18:11:45.246+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='movies'/><title type='text'>THE KARATE KID (2010) rocks!</title><content type='html'>&lt;object style="background-image:url(http://i3.ytimg.com/vi/2SmmxvHLsKk/hqdefault.jpg)" width="480" height="295"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/2SmmxvHLsKk&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/2SmmxvHLsKk&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1" width="480" height="295" allowscriptaccess="never" allowfullscreen="true" wmode="transparent" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just watched The Karate Kid awhile ago and it rocks!  I like the tandem of Jackie Chan (Mr. Han) and Jaden Smith (Dre Parker), the natural humor and somewhat the tear-jerking dramas they gave the viewers . The movie is not just about Karate or Kung Fu, it's also about attitude, perseverance and standing up when you can't almost get up. This is the movie trailer. Enjoy!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3225880523878170073-7160890935126239522?l=limberella.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://limberella.blogspot.com/feeds/7160890935126239522/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3225880523878170073&amp;postID=7160890935126239522&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3225880523878170073/posts/default/7160890935126239522'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3225880523878170073/posts/default/7160890935126239522'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://limberella.blogspot.com/2010/06/karate-kid-2010-rocks.html' title='THE KARATE KID (2010) rocks!'/><author><name>LIMBERELLA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00342202497030427805</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EKxeadGy-Rg/TA-i8N1vGsI/AAAAAAAAAG8/LJqJePVGS6I/S220/me-cinderella.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3225880523878170073.post-1357952814339118032</id><published>2010-06-11T10:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-06-19T14:25:43.294+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='narrative events'/><title type='text'>i gave my blood away</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EKxeadGy-Rg/TBGZJ8-jTkI/AAAAAAAAAIM/Nhdw-1dWxrs/s1600/bloodletting.png"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 268px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EKxeadGy-Rg/TBGZJ8-jTkI/AAAAAAAAAIM/Nhdw-1dWxrs/s320/bloodletting.png" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5481330617752964674" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm always afraid of physical pain. Like having tooth extractions, curing wounds, etc. It seems that I have a low tolerance when it comes to physical pain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But never in my wildest dreams would I think of engaging into a blood letting activity! The sight of needles alone already gives me pain, an imaginary pain, of course. But I did gave my blood away. And it felt very rewarding . For two main reasons: I conquered my fear and i am of help to those who need blood. Dang! I'm so proud of myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But to tell you, the whole process was so funny! I received lots of encouragement&lt;br /&gt;especially when the nurse started to put in the needle. My supporters, who were also my audience, were all eyes on me. So I closed my eyes, took a deep breath and held my office mate's hand, and then bang! It didn't hurt! Maybe because of the fact that I anticipated a big amount of pain and only to find out that it didn't hurt even a bit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This was really one of the funniest yet rewarding experience I had! But salute to me!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3225880523878170073-1357952814339118032?l=limberella.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://limberella.blogspot.com/feeds/1357952814339118032/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3225880523878170073&amp;postID=1357952814339118032&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3225880523878170073/posts/default/1357952814339118032'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3225880523878170073/posts/default/1357952814339118032'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://limberella.blogspot.com/2010/06/i-gave-my-blood-away.html' title='i gave my blood away'/><author><name>LIMBERELLA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00342202497030427805</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EKxeadGy-Rg/TA-i8N1vGsI/AAAAAAAAAG8/LJqJePVGS6I/S220/me-cinderella.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EKxeadGy-Rg/TBGZJ8-jTkI/AAAAAAAAAIM/Nhdw-1dWxrs/s72-c/bloodletting.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3225880523878170073.post-1032978470628774147</id><published>2010-06-11T09:57:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-06-19T14:29:18.440+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='lovelife matters'/><title type='text'>the mistaken pre-nuptial pictures =)</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EKxeadGy-Rg/TBGU0yl8y_I/AAAAAAAAAIE/akIlO3nSVE4/s1600/blogger.png"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 350px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EKxeadGy-Rg/TBGU0yl8y_I/AAAAAAAAAIE/akIlO3nSVE4/s400/blogger.png" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5481325856141659122" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These pictures are posted in my facebook account. And many reacted - appreciation and inquisition. I never thought that these scenic panorama of me and martin would make them conclude that I'm getting married. Haha! It was then that I realize that these poses were similar to those of pre-nuptials! It wasn't my intention or something, it was more of "tripping" pics. But still, undeniably beautiful, don't you think so?. My brother (the photographer wanna be..shhh) took it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3225880523878170073-1032978470628774147?l=limberella.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://limberella.blogspot.com/feeds/1032978470628774147/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3225880523878170073&amp;postID=1032978470628774147&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3225880523878170073/posts/default/1032978470628774147'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3225880523878170073/posts/default/1032978470628774147'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://limberella.blogspot.com/2010/06/mistaken-pre-nuptial-pictures.html' title='the mistaken pre-nuptial pictures =)'/><author><name>LIMBERELLA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00342202497030427805</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EKxeadGy-Rg/TA-i8N1vGsI/AAAAAAAAAG8/LJqJePVGS6I/S220/me-cinderella.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EKxeadGy-Rg/TBGU0yl8y_I/AAAAAAAAAIE/akIlO3nSVE4/s72-c/blogger.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3225880523878170073.post-2315828244430391610</id><published>2009-07-14T18:34:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-06-19T20:36:57.714+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pieces'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EKxeadGy-Rg/SlxhECGmv0I/AAAAAAAAAG0/LEBqgbI2FoY/s1600-h/store_lge.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EKxeadGy-Rg/SlxhECGmv0I/AAAAAAAAAG0/LEBqgbI2FoY/s320/store_lge.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5358264378575994690" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;THE HUSBAND STORE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;A store that sells husbands has just&lt;br /&gt;opened in New York City, where a woman&lt;br /&gt;may go to choose a husband. Among the&lt;br /&gt;instructions at the entrance is a&lt;br /&gt;description of how the store operates.&lt;br /&gt;You may visit the store ONLY ONCE!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You may choose any man from a&lt;br /&gt;particular floor, or you may choose to&lt;br /&gt;go up a floor, but you cannot go back&lt;br /&gt;down except to exit the Building! So,&lt;br /&gt;a woman goes to the Husband Store to&lt;br /&gt;find a husband.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the first floor the sign on the&lt;br /&gt;door reads:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Floor 1 - These men have jobs and love&lt;br /&gt;the Lord.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The second floor sign reads:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Floor 2 - These men have jobs, love&lt;br /&gt;the Lord, and love kids.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The third floor sign reads:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Floor 3 - These men have jobs, love&lt;br /&gt;the Lord, love kids, and are extremely&lt;br /&gt;good looking.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Wow," she thinks, but feels compelled&lt;br /&gt;to keep going.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She goes to the fourth floor and sign&lt;br /&gt;reads:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Floor 4 - These men have jobs, love&lt;br /&gt;the Lord, love kids, are drop-dead&lt;br /&gt;good looking and help with the&lt;br /&gt;housework.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Oh, mercy me!" she exclaims, "I can&lt;br /&gt;hardly stand it!"&lt;br /&gt;Still, she goes to the fifth floor and&lt;br /&gt;sign reads:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Floor 5 - These men have jobs, love&lt;br /&gt;the Lord, love kids, are drop-dead&lt;br /&gt;gorgeous, help with the housework, and&lt;br /&gt;have a strong romantic streak.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She is so tempted to stay, but she&lt;br /&gt;goes to the sixth floor and the sign&lt;br /&gt;reads:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Floor 6 - You are visitor 4,363,012 to&lt;br /&gt;this floor. There are no men on this&lt;br /&gt;floor. This floor exists solely as&lt;br /&gt;proof that women are impossible to&lt;br /&gt;please.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you for shopping at the Husband&lt;br /&gt;Store. Watch your step as you exit the&lt;br /&gt;building, and have a nice day!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's no such a thing as the right&lt;br /&gt;man or woman but there's such a thing&lt;br /&gt;as being the right person for whom God&lt;br /&gt;has given you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Please send this to all men for a good&lt;br /&gt;laugh and to all the women who can&lt;br /&gt;handle the truth!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3225880523878170073-2315828244430391610?l=limberella.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://limberella.blogspot.com/feeds/2315828244430391610/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3225880523878170073&amp;postID=2315828244430391610&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3225880523878170073/posts/default/2315828244430391610'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3225880523878170073/posts/default/2315828244430391610'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://limberella.blogspot.com/2009/07/husband-store-store-that-sells-husbands.html' title=''/><author><name>LIMBERELLA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00342202497030427805</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EKxeadGy-Rg/TA-i8N1vGsI/AAAAAAAAAG8/LJqJePVGS6I/S220/me-cinderella.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EKxeadGy-Rg/SlxhECGmv0I/AAAAAAAAAG0/LEBqgbI2FoY/s72-c/store_lge.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3225880523878170073.post-3805063891954242548</id><published>2009-07-05T16:23:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-06-19T22:34:15.042+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sentiments'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EKxeadGy-Rg/SlBlkbsHBmI/AAAAAAAAAGk/1-F-9H4byAo/s1600-h/confused-face.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 175px; height: 308px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EKxeadGy-Rg/SlBlkbsHBmI/AAAAAAAAAGk/1-F-9H4byAo/s320/confused-face.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5354891633525982818" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Hearing heartaches makes me ask or rather ponder a few questions:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;       &lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Why do some people make promises they don’t intend to keep?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;       Why do third parties exist? I mean, can one actually love two persons at the same time?&lt;br /&gt;       &lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Why do some people fall out of love?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;       &lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Why do some people find it hard to remain faithful?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;       &lt;strong&gt;What are “sorry’s” for if one will still repeat the same thing after a million apologies?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;      &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt; Is breaking someone’s heart merely an “I did not mean to”?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3225880523878170073-3805063891954242548?l=limberella.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://limberella.blogspot.com/feeds/3805063891954242548/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3225880523878170073&amp;postID=3805063891954242548&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3225880523878170073/posts/default/3805063891954242548'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3225880523878170073/posts/default/3805063891954242548'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://limberella.blogspot.com/2009/07/hearing-heartaches-make-me-ask-or.html' title=''/><author><name>LIMBERELLA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00342202497030427805</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EKxeadGy-Rg/TA-i8N1vGsI/AAAAAAAAAG8/LJqJePVGS6I/S220/me-cinderella.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EKxeadGy-Rg/SlBlkbsHBmI/AAAAAAAAAGk/1-F-9H4byAo/s72-c/confused-face.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3225880523878170073.post-9108397186092403921</id><published>2009-07-05T15:56:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-06-19T22:35:46.196+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sentiments'/><title type='text'>My Reflection</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EKxeadGy-Rg/SlBgo3Od7LI/AAAAAAAAAGU/DrAUmiJfS_Q/s1600-h/broken+heart.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 319px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EKxeadGy-Rg/SlBgo3Od7LI/AAAAAAAAAGU/DrAUmiJfS_Q/s320/broken+heart.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5354886212079185074" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;   I want to share with you a reflection I had upon hearing a sentiment from a friend. This is what I told her. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;"When you love someone, you are giving that person &lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;the greatest power to hurt you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;. Yet still you take the risk of loving, taking chances of every bit of happiness with a hope within that he would not hurt you. But he can and he did. Then what seems to be &lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;your greatest happiness turn into your&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;greatest pain&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;. And even the most expensive drug cannot cure your anguish because healing a broken heart is as hard as &lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;struggling to live when you’re close to dying&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;".&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;  &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;                  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3225880523878170073-9108397186092403921?l=limberella.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://limberella.blogspot.com/feeds/9108397186092403921/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3225880523878170073&amp;postID=9108397186092403921&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3225880523878170073/posts/default/9108397186092403921'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3225880523878170073/posts/default/9108397186092403921'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://limberella.blogspot.com/2009/07/my-reflection.html' title='My Reflection'/><author><name>LIMBERELLA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00342202497030427805</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EKxeadGy-Rg/TA-i8N1vGsI/AAAAAAAAAG8/LJqJePVGS6I/S220/me-cinderella.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EKxeadGy-Rg/SlBgo3Od7LI/AAAAAAAAAGU/DrAUmiJfS_Q/s72-c/broken+heart.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3225880523878170073.post-3015790741530409481</id><published>2009-06-30T20:28:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-30T20:52:15.023+08:00</updated><title type='text'>LOVE. LOVE. LOVE.</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;     I saw this writing from the internet and I find it really cute. It's about little children, innocent as they are, who share their thoughts of love. All of them gave innocent but somewhat really catchy remarks. Hope you enjoy this.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;A Child's Definition of Love&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;"Love is what you first feel before all the bad stuff gets in the way." &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;"When my grandmother got arthirtis, she couldn't bend over and paint her toenails anymore. So my grandfather does it for her all the time, even when his hands got arthritis too. That's love." &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;"When someone loves you, the way they say your name is different. You know that your name is safe in their mouth." &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;"Love is when a girl puts on perfume and a boy puts on shaving cologne and they go out and smell each other." &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;"Love is when you go out to eat and give somebody all of your french fries without making them give you any of theirs." &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;"Love is when someone hurts you. And you get so mad but you don't yell at them because you know it would hurt their feelings." &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;"Love is what makes you smile even when your tired." &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;"Love is when mommy makes coffee for my daddy and she takes a sip before giving it to him to make sure it tastes okay." &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;"Love is what's in the room with you at Christmas if you stop opening the presents and listen." &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;"Love is when you tell someone something bad about yourself and your're scared they won't love you anymore. But then you get surprised because they not only still love you, they love you even more." &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;"Love is when you tell a guy you like his shirt, then he wears it everyday." &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;"My mommy loves me more than anybody. You don't see anyone else kissing me to sleep every night." &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;"Love is when mommy gives daddy the best piece of chicken." &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;"Love is when mommy sees daddy smelly and sweaty and still says he is handsomer than Robert Redford." &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"Love is when a puppy licks your face, even after you left him alone all day" &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;You shouldn't say "I love you" unless you mean it. But if you mean it you should say it a lot. People forget." &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3225880523878170073-3015790741530409481?l=limberella.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://limberella.blogspot.com/feeds/3015790741530409481/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3225880523878170073&amp;postID=3015790741530409481&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3225880523878170073/posts/default/3015790741530409481'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3225880523878170073/posts/default/3015790741530409481'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://limberella.blogspot.com/2009/06/love-love-love.html' title='LOVE. LOVE. LOVE.'/><author><name>LIMBERELLA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00342202497030427805</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EKxeadGy-Rg/TA-i8N1vGsI/AAAAAAAAAG8/LJqJePVGS6I/S220/me-cinderella.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3225880523878170073.post-2621097933233982918</id><published>2009-06-29T20:20:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-06-19T14:26:17.730+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sentiments'/><title type='text'>Remnants of the old times</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EKxeadGy-Rg/Ski6ZyKsgxI/AAAAAAAAAF8/5P28OFsNNTE/s1600-h/P4110556.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EKxeadGy-Rg/Ski6ZyKsgxI/AAAAAAAAAF8/5P28OFsNNTE/s320/P4110556.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5352733109255963410" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EKxeadGy-Rg/Ski6ZgGLfuI/AAAAAAAAAF0/nAcBIrHd64U/s1600-h/P4100446.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EKxeadGy-Rg/Ski6ZgGLfuI/AAAAAAAAAF0/nAcBIrHd64U/s320/P4100446.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5352733104405184226" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EKxeadGy-Rg/Ski6ZXm6l9I/AAAAAAAAAFs/VbMbbVq4udo/s1600-h/e7.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EKxeadGy-Rg/Ski6ZXm6l9I/AAAAAAAAAFs/VbMbbVq4udo/s320/e7.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5352733102126569426" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EKxeadGy-Rg/Ski6Zf5fRnI/AAAAAAAAAFk/Cgu3Y0qvu0U/s1600-h/IMG_3235.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 180px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EKxeadGy-Rg/Ski6Zf5fRnI/AAAAAAAAAFk/Cgu3Y0qvu0U/s320/IMG_3235.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5352733104351954546" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EKxeadGy-Rg/Ski6ZIMwO1I/AAAAAAAAAFc/yfRBIVbHSVk/s1600-h/e2.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 180px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EKxeadGy-Rg/Ski6ZIMwO1I/AAAAAAAAAFc/yfRBIVbHSVk/s320/e2.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5352733097990306642" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;         I spent my recent summer vacation at Camiguin. It’s been a while splurging my summer at my father’s hometown. Before, we never fall short going to Camiguin every summer. Young juveniles—cannot wait to take a splash in the beach despite the strong heat of the sun or chasing around every corner of the province. So childish but those were the moments I really miss. But things change when we became grown ups. Separate lives, change of schedules and etc... &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;    Anyway, these pictures are remnants of the old times (although these are recent photographs). Those times just cannot be replaced.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3225880523878170073-2621097933233982918?l=limberella.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://limberella.blogspot.com/feeds/2621097933233982918/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3225880523878170073&amp;postID=2621097933233982918&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3225880523878170073/posts/default/2621097933233982918'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3225880523878170073/posts/default/2621097933233982918'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://limberella.blogspot.com/2009/06/remnants-of-old-times.html' title='Remnants of the old times'/><author><name>LIMBERELLA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00342202497030427805</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EKxeadGy-Rg/TA-i8N1vGsI/AAAAAAAAAG8/LJqJePVGS6I/S220/me-cinderella.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EKxeadGy-Rg/Ski6ZyKsgxI/AAAAAAAAAF8/5P28OFsNNTE/s72-c/P4110556.JPG
