<?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-7892891</id><updated>2011-12-28T23:45:37.370-08:00</updated><category term='paning'/><category term='jobhunting'/><category term='election'/><category term='cartoon'/><category term='campaign'/><category term='valentine'/><category term='NTC'/><category term='mega'/><category term='hacker'/><category term='trip'/><category term='test'/><category term='baby doll'/><category term='maxine'/><category term='food'/><category term='teyz'/><category term='shawie'/><category term='butong pakwan'/><category term='globe telecom'/><category term='delicacies'/><category term='giraffe'/><category term='yahoo messenger'/><category term='quarter life crisis'/><category term='jobhunt'/><category term='identity theft'/><category term='teddy bear'/><title type='text'>Wonder Girl</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aimeeren.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7892891/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aimeeren.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Aimee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17747976854153984826</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ytpt8B1QxcI/S2pnWT45D6I/AAAAAAAAAp0/lJVL2mj4oKg/S220/DSC04912.JPG'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>78</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7892891.post-3187272104290554320</id><published>2010-03-02T20:46:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-03-02T20:49:47.550-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Blogger's Block</title><content type='html'>I miss blogging about stuff that makes me laugh. My friend Cris* makes me laugh with her journal entries. I read her posts and tears almost come out from too much laughing. Hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I miss that. Hope I could go back to that soon. My life now is way so serious it almost sucks to be me! hahaha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;http://chavcr.multiply.com/journal &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7892891-3187272104290554320?l=aimeeren.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aimeeren.blogspot.com/feeds/3187272104290554320/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7892891&amp;postID=3187272104290554320&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7892891/posts/default/3187272104290554320'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7892891/posts/default/3187272104290554320'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aimeeren.blogspot.com/2010/03/bloggers-block.html' title='Blogger&apos;s Block'/><author><name>Aimee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17747976854153984826</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ytpt8B1QxcI/S2pnWT45D6I/AAAAAAAAAp0/lJVL2mj4oKg/S220/DSC04912.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7892891.post-3610766919865470022</id><published>2009-06-17T21:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-17T21:24:08.391-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I think I'm in love with two boys..</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ytpt8B1QxcI/SjnBRqadEaI/AAAAAAAAAps/7LCjBTLDzjY/s1600-h/CIMG4035.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ytpt8B1QxcI/SjnBRqadEaI/AAAAAAAAAps/7LCjBTLDzjY/s320/CIMG4035.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5348518541666357666" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7892891-3610766919865470022?l=aimeeren.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aimeeren.blogspot.com/feeds/3610766919865470022/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7892891&amp;postID=3610766919865470022&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7892891/posts/default/3610766919865470022'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7892891/posts/default/3610766919865470022'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aimeeren.blogspot.com/2009/06/i-think-im-in-love-with-two-boys.html' title='I think I&apos;m in love with two boys..'/><author><name>Aimee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17747976854153984826</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ytpt8B1QxcI/S2pnWT45D6I/AAAAAAAAAp0/lJVL2mj4oKg/S220/DSC04912.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ytpt8B1QxcI/SjnBRqadEaI/AAAAAAAAAps/7LCjBTLDzjY/s72-c/CIMG4035.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7892891.post-2688661158814046431</id><published>2008-09-23T21:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-25T23:40:12.292-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='quarter life crisis'/><title type='text'>quater life crisis anyone?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="aTitle" style="padding-bottom: 1px;font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;I think that most of our journey through quarter life crisis are as unique as our personalities. Most of my friends talk to me about it and although I try to be articulate in most things, I find myself at a loss in explaining what exactly and how to go about it. We have our own ways of understanding and facing it.  I was able to read an article published in Philippine Star last Aug. 29 and although I don't agree with all of it, I find myself agreeing to most of the author said. I have copied the article below.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quarter-life crisis&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;       &lt;span class="aAuthor"  style="font-size:85%;"&gt;DRUMROLL, PLEASE By Gena Valerie Chua&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;      &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="aDate"  style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;                                        &lt;p&gt;     &lt;/p&gt; &lt;!--[if gte mso 9]&gt;&lt;xml&gt;     Normal   0                         MicrosoftInternetExplorer4   &lt;/xml&gt;&lt;![endif]--&gt;  &lt;!--[if gte mso 10]&gt; &lt;style&gt;  /* Style Definitions */  table.MsoNormalTable  {mso-style-name:"Table Normal";  mso-style-parent:"";  font-size:10.0pt;"Times New Roman";} &lt;/style&gt; &lt;![endif]--&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.philstar.com/newphilstar/www/image/20080829/lif1.jpg" alt="" align="left" border="0" height="230" hspace="5" vspace="5" width="162" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;I  first heard it three months after graduation, over lunch with college blockmates.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Blockmate 1&lt;/strong&gt; (earns twice as much as any of us): I’m depressed. Work sucks. Is there any job that sucks more than mine? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Blockmate 2&lt;/strong&gt; (recently quit his job): Mine did. I was bored every day. I’m applying abroad. Do you know how much you can earn there?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Blockmate 3&lt;/strong&gt; (confessed bum): Money isn’t worth your unhappiness. You should be dating more, I’ll set you up with a friend.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Blockmate 1: &lt;/strong&gt;But how can I be happy without money? Great dramatic sigh, I’m having a quarter- life crisis. Who are you setting me up with?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;And there it was, the mystifying term that single-handedly captured our 22-year-old chaos. At first it sounded funny, but when the thought sank in, we were all quiet for an uncomfortably long period of time. Did we have it too? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Since then, I’ve heard the phrase thrown around a lot. After graduation get-togethers have been surprisingly frequent. It could be a withdrawal symptom, you’re all desperate to hold on to the certainty you had in school. Now that everything has become so unstructured, we cling on dearly to the people whom we shared such carefree, and sometimes careless days with. We reminisce about how our lives used to be, and how they are now. Many of us are in our third or fourth jobs. More and more are leaving the country to “find greener pastures,” joining that ever-growing diaspora like spores drawn to more fertile ground. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; There is a shared sense of “lostness,” not because we have nowhere to be. No, we are all lucky enough to be somewhere, but most want to be somewhere else. Everyone tells us we are meant to be great, or at least achieve a slice of greatness. We are of that generation, the generation that has it all. The generation that never had to work for anything because it’s all instant and automated. The natural expectation to surpass those before us poses an unnerving problem: What happens if we don’t?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Maybe the pressure has been there for centuries, but never like this. The world used to be enormous, a planet of rocks we only see in science books. But now the world is shrinking.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Everything, everyone is within reach. The overwhelming proximity of it all has turned us claustrophobic. Wherever we find ourselves becomes too small a place. We are always looking for that something, the thing that will supposedly match our destined greatness. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Upon writing this article I decided to Google the term. Lo and behold, the omniscient Wikipedia had some interesting answers. Quarter-life crisis is a medical term for the phase following adolescence, usually for ages 21-30. Some “symptoms” include: (1) feeling not good enough about one’s job (2) frustration with relationships (3) insecurity about life goals (4) nostalgia for school (5) a sense that everyone is doing better than you. Furthermore, the stage occurs shortly after young, educated professionals enter the “real world”, when they realize that it is tougher, more competitive and less forgiving than they imagined.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; So it’s not a 21st century thing after all. Ah, but Wikipedia doesn’t stop there. It goes on to say that today, “the era when having a professional career meant a life of occupational security has come to an end.” Indeed, it is no longer enough to get a well-paying job and do it for the rest of your life.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;The lines used to be clearly drawn: you were a dentist, a doctor, an engineer, a businessman. Today, things are not as black and white. Our “real world” is now literally the entire world. We take our internships in multi-national corporations, study abroad on exchange programs, and attend art seminars in New York. We find worldwide options exceeding the imagination of those before us: techie jobs in Silicon Valley, trading in the Hong Kong stock market, even advertising for Google in hidden GoogleLand. I had a classmate who took up forensics in Maryland, while another one graduated from a famous fashion school in London. We are constantly considering so many options, debating which ones we can qualify for and which ones will ultimately help us define ourselves.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; Older folks say this is generation me, me, me. We want it all now, now, now — even when we really have no idea what we want. So we end up wanting it all. They (my parents, friends of my parents, parents of my friends) shake their heads in disapproval at our inability to stay in one job.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;They say we can’t stand any ounce of discomfort, any morsel of unhappiness. It’s true. We are impatient, always fleeing from one place to another — because that is what we grew up doing. Change has always been inevitable, but if there was ever a time when each year sees changes that used to span a century, this would have to be it.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; As adolescents, none of our music icons had the longevity of The Beatles — every three weeks it was a new genre of sound. One minute we were shrieking fans of the Backstreet Boys, and the next we were cult followers of Matchbox 20. We have no memory of dinosaur computers; to us everything runs at 5Mbps. Our shelves of Britannica have gathered dust; we only have to go to YouTube and streams of video would unravel. We had the networking craze Friendster, but even that didn’t last.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Soon we were creating separate accounts for Multiply, Facebook and self-blogs. We shop on sites of local strangers and order via cellphone banking. Oh yes, don’t even get me started on cellphones. They have rendered everything else useless: watches, cameras, music players, calculators, dictionaries, even mirrors. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; Every time the world changes a part of itself, we’ve had to change along with it. I’m not saying we should go back to the era of i’ll-be-waiting-two-weeks-for-your-snail-mail. I cannot leave the house without my phone. Maybe we’ve become little brats of technology, the spawn of an age always trying to outdo itself. If patience is a virtue, then the remarkable deficiency of it has become our unconscious vice. Our adult lives are an extension of our adolescent years, when coolness was attained by downloading mp3s of a newbie rock band before everyone else did. We are always on the move. We are fickle-minded, discontent and extremely volatile — which according to Wikipedia, are natural to those in their 20’s. But to be in your 20s at a time when clients at work are Australians you will never see past email correspondence, then it becomes a world that gives you only two choices: move, or get left behind.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; We are expected to march out into the world with iPod in backpocket, one earphone pounding against an eardrum. With our bountiful gifts from mother technology and our cross-cultural media grub, we’re supposed to find a way to make ourselves great. Now more than ever, we have to prove ourselves worthy of the time we were born into. So who can blame us, for wanting to run all the time? The pressure is immense. So much is running after us and worse, there is so much we are trying to keep up with. Like the reluctant monster Incredible Hulk, we are always growing out of proportion, our clothes tearing as we expand. And so we run, gasping for air, looking for a place that can contain us. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; I’m grateful for being born in an era that constantly pushes itself forward. But we were raised in a period long past mere survival, where the worst blunder you can commit is not so much failure but mediocrity. And so we make this plea: don’t be so hard on us. It may now be less challenging to defy boundaries, but the world out there is still as tough as ever. Let us have our little crisis; spare us the time that we never seem to have enough of. Give us the chance to find our own corner, where we can dig and shovel and bury ourselves in. Because when the clouds clear up — when we can finally stop twiddling our thumbs and wringing our hands in restlessness — you will see what we have built out of our chaos, and you will be damn proud.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Credits: http://www.philstar.com/archives.php?aid=2008082823&amp;amp;type=2&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&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/7892891-2688661158814046431?l=aimeeren.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aimeeren.blogspot.com/feeds/2688661158814046431/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7892891&amp;postID=2688661158814046431&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7892891/posts/default/2688661158814046431'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7892891/posts/default/2688661158814046431'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aimeeren.blogspot.com/2008/09/quater-life-crisis-anyone.html' title='quater life crisis anyone?'/><author><name>Aimee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17747976854153984826</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ytpt8B1QxcI/S2pnWT45D6I/AAAAAAAAAp0/lJVL2mj4oKg/S220/DSC04912.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7892891.post-1334613462196076370</id><published>2008-09-21T20:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-21T20:27:27.854-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Uh-oh! They're back!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;JYP is back. I think its gonna be an addicting Sep-Oct again! They're so good. I wish I was just a wonder girl..dancing and singing..and dancing and singing..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/yz9LQy0rmq0&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/yz9LQy0rmq0&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was bad enough that I just got over this..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/-xR5JOp_jO0&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/-xR5JOp_jO0&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and this...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/wpcDPr6b5o4&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/wpcDPr6b5o4&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now what am I going to do?? As I am typing this.. LSS mode already. I want nobody nobody but chooo. I want nobody nobody but choooo!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&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/7892891-1334613462196076370?l=aimeeren.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aimeeren.blogspot.com/feeds/1334613462196076370/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7892891&amp;postID=1334613462196076370&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7892891/posts/default/1334613462196076370'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7892891/posts/default/1334613462196076370'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aimeeren.blogspot.com/2008/09/uh-oh-theyre-back.html' title='Uh-oh! They&apos;re back!'/><author><name>Aimee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17747976854153984826</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ytpt8B1QxcI/S2pnWT45D6I/AAAAAAAAAp0/lJVL2mj4oKg/S220/DSC04912.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7892891.post-913261655859973101</id><published>2008-09-18T16:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-18T20:43:00.718-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I... am.. trying to fight it......</title><content type='html'> &lt;a href="http://aimeeren.multiply.com/photos/hi-res/upload/SNMdUQoKCGUAAH-2Kwc1"&gt;&lt;span class="insertedphoto"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://aimeeren.multiply.com/photos/hi-res/upload/SNMdsgoKCGUAABDXZ081"&gt;&lt;span class="insertedphoto"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="insertedphoto"&gt;&lt;a href="http://aimeeren.multiply.com/photos/hi-res/upload/SNMdUQoKCGUAAH-2Kwc1"&gt;&lt;img class="alignmiddleb" src="http://images.aimeeren.multiply.com/image/1/photos/upload/300x300/SNMdUQoKCGUAAH-2Kwc1/0sleep3.jpg?et=0CECQX1eFdMbJWsP6Kwv8Q&amp;nmid=0" border="0"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="insertedphoto"&gt;&lt;a href="http://aimeeren.multiply.com/photos/hi-res/upload/SNMdPgoKCGUAAAYSPxI1"&gt;&lt;img class="alignmiddleb" src="http://images.aimeeren.multiply.com/image/1/photos/upload/300x300/SNMdPgoKCGUAAAYSPxI1/0sleep4.jpg?et=RztJcL3Q9Rzm76Rt6MMAFw&amp;nmid=0" border="0"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="insertedphoto"&gt;But I can't... &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="insertedphoto"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="insertedphoto"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://aimeeren.multiply.com/photos/hi-res/upload/SNMdsgoKCGUAABDXZ081"&gt;&lt;span class="insertedphoto"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://aimeeren.multiply.com/photos/hi-res/upload/SNMfkAoKCGUAAC-@Op81"&gt;&lt;img class="alignmiddleb" src="http://images.aimeeren.multiply.com/image/1/photos/upload/300x300/SNMfkAoKCGUAAC-@Op81/325503516-834e059120.jpg?et=mZ4R919rd5SKwELQOQABPg&amp;nmid=0" border="0"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Save me Prince Javanilla!!!&lt;br&gt;&lt;span class="insertedphoto"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; 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display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ytpt8B1QxcI/SNHJP2FRscI/AAAAAAAAAg8/m4HkH_BszZY/s320/6488088-lg.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5247196314916204994" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ytpt8B1QxcI/SNHJQOD0iXI/AAAAAAAAAhE/7x-I-lLDkPs/s1600-h/2babies.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ytpt8B1QxcI/SNHJQOD0iXI/AAAAAAAAAhE/7x-I-lLDkPs/s320/2babies.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5247196321352550770" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7892891-9131526655179048994?l=aimeeren.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aimeeren.blogspot.com/feeds/9131526655179048994/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7892891&amp;postID=9131526655179048994&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7892891/posts/default/9131526655179048994'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7892891/posts/default/9131526655179048994'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aimeeren.blogspot.com/2008/09/i-need-some-lovin-lovin.html' title='I need some lovin lovin..'/><author><name>Aimee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17747976854153984826</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ytpt8B1QxcI/S2pnWT45D6I/AAAAAAAAAp0/lJVL2mj4oKg/S220/DSC04912.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ytpt8B1QxcI/SNHJP2FRscI/AAAAAAAAAg8/m4HkH_BszZY/s72-c/6488088-lg.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7892891.post-6910228456899126635</id><published>2008-09-16T01:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-28T20:02:16.670-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='yahoo messenger'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='globe telecom'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='identity theft'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='hacker'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='NTC'/><title type='text'>Someone stole my identity yesterday</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I received an instant message today from Sherwin Lim (sherwin_grace@yahoo.com) one of my friends asking me to look at her pictures but since its in private mode, she told me I had to provide my yahoo username and password. I had a site rater installed on my browser specifically because I always get infected by viruses. The rated flashed almost instantaneously when I clicked it and classified the site to be &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;dangerous&lt;/span&gt;. I told my friend that the network firewall won't accept me browsing the link that she has sent.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had forgotten about it and then went out to eat lunch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As soon as I was back, I saw my yahoo messenger logged out, and I had a missed call on my cell phone from my friend Joe. I quickly called Joe to ask why he called. I was surprised when he asked me if it was true that I needed prepaid load for my cell phone. And when I said no, that's when he told me that somebody was talking to him using my yahoo id and asking him to send prepaid loads. That's when I realized what happened.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My account was hacked. And whoever this person is (I was told Sherwin's account was hacked too) started sending messages to people on my friend's list first asking the time, then later on explaining that I have this "business" of selling prepaid cards to people out of the country. And that I have many buyers waiting for me to provide them load.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I quickly logged in to yahoo messenger to tell my friends that my account was hacked and to ignore the previous messages that were sent to them.  During this time, I kept getting logged out and error message of "&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;you have been logged on to a different device" &lt;/span&gt;kept appearing. Ang kapal ng mukha at lakas ng loob ng taong ito.. doing his/ her stuff while I am accessing my accounts.. so talagang kung mas marami siyang mabibiktima the better.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I then realized that I have to change my passwords kasi pinu-push niya talaga ako palabas because alam ung password ko. When I did change my password, I stopped getting logged out. But the problem doesn't stop there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I then received a lot of messages from my friends telling me "kaya pala" or "naloko din ako"  or "di ba ikaw ung kausap ko?" but the worst message that I received is from someone telling me na akala niya kelangan ko talaga ung load so nagpadala siya ng 500 pesos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I called Globe Telecom and asked them what I could do. If they would be able to provide information about the number 09279182319. They said there were technological difficulties and that there were certain limitations which I just understood as plain bullsh*t. So anyway, I asked them if they could give us the refund 500 pesos since we were not going to use it and if they could just take back the load that was sent. The customer representative said it wasn't possible. And then she goes on and gives me a situational explanation that goes this way:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CR: Maa'm hindi po namin controlled kasi kunwari po (??!!)) we have retail stores and they sell the prepaid loads for us...&lt;br /&gt;Aimee: So u mean hindi niyo makukuha? Wala ba kayong quality control?&lt;br /&gt;CR: Maam kasi mahirap po we have certain limitations sa mga pwede naming gawin. Gusto niyo po maam tawag kayo sa NTC &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Aimee: Sa  colgate   naman hindi ganyan, I bought one in a small grocery store and when I was not satisfied with the quality they replaced it all. (for that story, click &lt;a href="http://aimeeren.multiply.com/journal/item/3"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;)&lt;br /&gt;CR: talks about more bullsh*t&lt;br /&gt;Aimee: Bye.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ytpt8B1QxcI/SNBcdOM4LJI/AAAAAAAAAgU/MyBk6Q0CqEQ/s1600-h/globe_logo.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ytpt8B1QxcI/SNBcdOM4LJI/AAAAAAAAAgU/MyBk6Q0CqEQ/s320/globe_logo.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5246795222984699026" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:9;"&gt;"Making great things possible"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Hi Globe! Guess what would be great? How about if you don't consider "income" payments sent to your system of products or services that we have no plans of using? How about that? How about giving back to your customers specially to someone who has been a loyal customer for atleast 11 years? And take note, I have a cell phone postpaid account, so whether I use it all up, you have a guaranteed 1,000 pesos from me every month. How about if you give some appreciation back? Now that would be making great things possible!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I then called NTC &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; (which I later learned to be National Telecommunications Commission&lt;/span&gt;) &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;and asked what they could do. They asked me to send them a fax of complaint and the actual conversations that took place. This, I had to get from my friends who were contacted by the hacker. So after fifteen minutes, I sent them the complaint and then called them to ask what they would do about it. And this is what they told me:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NTC: Ok na ung complaint, masesend-an na namin ung gumawa nito ng warning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Warning? Warning?! WARNING?? ano ba????? I don't know what this NTC was created for.. but i looked at their website and found this:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;The National Telecommunications Commission (NTC) is the government agency created under Executive Order No. 546 promulgated on July 23, 1979, and &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;conferred with regulatory and quasi-judicial functions&lt;/span&gt; taken over from the Board of Communications and the Telecommunications Control Bureau which were abolished in the same Order.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;And on the list of their functions include:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;To authorize, supervise, regulate and monitor the operation of public telecommunication services and broadcast services.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I took up a class in Administrative Law when I was in College and it may not be a lot but my understanding is that this is the administrative agency that has jurisdiction over cases that involved telecommunication infrastructures. In short, you can, yes you can make rules and laws that people would abide by in case they have misused or abused their access to communication. I don't know but this looks like such a big organization just to give out warnings to abusers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ytpt8B1QxcI/SNBbuGkgRpI/AAAAAAAAAgE/b9hbQhkKXUQ/s1600-h/NTC.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ytpt8B1QxcI/SNBbuGkgRpI/AAAAAAAAAgE/b9hbQhkKXUQ/s320/NTC.bmp" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5246794413482460818" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Where exactly do you appropriate your budget?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To all my friends, I am truly sorry for whatever damage this may have caused you. I have sent out messages to my friends yesterday and if you have not received it, here goes the message:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;Hello friends, My yahoo account was hacked a few hours ago. If anyone has received any messages from me asking for a favor or asking to send prepaid loads to number 09279182319, Please IGNORE it. I have already changed my yahoo account information and I hope that it won’t happen again. But if you continue to receive messages from someone claiming to be me and asking for load of money, please ignore it. I have already filed a complaint to the National Telecommunications Commission (NTC) and hopefully they are already doing something about it. I’m really really sorry about this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;Whoever did this, I am assuming that you are very adept in using the internet this message is specifically for you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Mamamatay ka din. Sana makahanap ka ng paraan para mapagbayaran ang kasalanan mo bago ka mamamatay.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ang nakakainis PINOY to. Filipino niya ako kausapin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;THE PLOT. &lt;/span&gt;The story is he/she is using is fairly simple and if I may say.. almost brilliant. She pretends to be out of the country or doing some business out of the country selling E-load or prepaid cards to OFWs, or foreigners and gets a lot of income because of it. In her terms, "malakas daw ang kita" Then she asks you for a favor and see her pictures, but since its on private you have to log in, kinda like how it is in multiply. But the whole page, is a BOGUS page. It was crafted to mirror the actual yahoo page to get your username and password. Then if you become idle in yahoo, this person will log in and start talking to your friends. First asking for the time, then ask where they could buy prepaid loads. Then says its really urgent. And pushes you to send her the numbers. I am not very familiar with how prepaid cards work but basically, this person will ask for the card number, password or pin and even your account information. And then maybe sells the load to other people. I'm not sure if that is convertible to G-cash. So anyway, I was gone 30-40 minutes, and this person earned 500 pesos already. Not sure if that was all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At demanding pa siya. ANG. KAPAL. NG. MUKHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;To reiterate:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Thank you to the person who supposedly sent me load. It just made me realize that no matter how weird the favors I ask from you and to my other close friends, you'd actually do the same for me. Really thanks a lot. But I'm sorry too. Libre nalang kita. :) I am keeping this person's identity secret for personal reasons.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. To Joe, who immediately called me and informed me of what happened. Thanks for knowing it was not me. I don't know how or when you realized it.. but I'm really grateful. Buti nalang kuripot ka sakin, di agad bumibigay. Hehehe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. To Sherwin, the person who's account was (allegedly) hacked too. Please change your passwords and inform your friends that someone is impersonating you. Otherwise, people would think this was your doing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. To other people who's account may also be hacked, you have the responsibility of informing your friends of what happened so they know that it is you. And its not somebody else who really needs the money or the load.&lt;br /&gt;5. To GLOBE TELECOM, you have to change your company policies. Di pwedeng hindi niyo kaya. Kasi nagbabayad naman kami ng matino. In every relationship.. give &amp;amp; take dapat. Di pwedeng take lang ng take.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. To NTC, I sincerely hope you could do better. you are in a unique position to make changes. USE it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. And to HACKERS and PLOTTERS and IDENTITY THIEVES (if there is a term), &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;matuto naman kayong maghanap ng marangal na ikabubuhay.. nakakalason ang pagkain na kinuha sa perang ninakaw lang. Karma karma lang yan. Dadating din ang araw niyo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*I am still unsure if I should contact yahoo too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&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/7892891-6910228456899126635?l=aimeeren.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aimeeren.blogspot.com/feeds/6910228456899126635/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7892891&amp;postID=6910228456899126635&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7892891/posts/default/6910228456899126635'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7892891/posts/default/6910228456899126635'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aimeeren.blogspot.com/2008/09/identity-theft-hacker-who-cried-wolf.html' title='Someone stole my identity yesterday'/><author><name>Aimee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17747976854153984826</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ytpt8B1QxcI/S2pnWT45D6I/AAAAAAAAAp0/lJVL2mj4oKg/S220/DSC04912.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ytpt8B1QxcI/SNBcdOM4LJI/AAAAAAAAAgU/MyBk6Q0CqEQ/s72-c/globe_logo.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7892891.post-1670631491569147716</id><published>2008-09-14T01:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-14T20:04:30.709-07:00</updated><title type='text'>10 Things I love about Norbs</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style=""&gt;I have been meaning to post something about my friend Norbs since the time we met 7 years ago. That was during first year college and we were dormmates. During that time (2001) we weren't even roommates but we still talked and spent some time talking together. The first time that we talked was in her dorm room and she showed me some pics that she had of classmates, family and friends. I remember thinking to myself that she seemed such a bratty and weak kid to be so homesick during the first few days that we were there. I didn't really know that we had so much in common until the time that I actually got to know her. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;p style="margin-left: 0.5in; text-indent: -0.25in;"&gt;&lt;!--[if !supportLists]--&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;1.&lt;span style=""&gt;      &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;!--[endif]--&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;She is undoubtedly the easiest person to ask to come with you when you want to eat. (Haha) A normal conversation between us would go this way:&lt;/span&gt; &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;Aimee: Norbs, punta tayo wendy’s gusto ko ng wing ding tsaka ng biggie ice tea.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;Norbs: E nakaligo nako e. Kakatamad. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;Aimee: Magboombox meal kaya ako? Sarap din nung chicken with chili con carne or ung spaghetti meal nila. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;Norbs: Sayang, nakatoothbrush nako e. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;After 30 seconds.. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;Norbs: Bwisit ka, &lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;tara&lt;/st1:place&gt; na punta na tayo ginutom mo ako bigla e. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="margin-left: 0.5in; text-align: justify; text-indent: -0.25in;"&gt;&lt;!--[if !supportLists]--&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;2.&lt;span style=""&gt;      &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;!--[endif]--&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;She is the impending laughter that is waiting to explode. You tell her a problem and she counters it with a joke. You are frantically looking for something and she tells you she saw thrown away by somebody else. Then you later realize it was a joke. It takes a lot of getting used to, but still a Norbs in your life adds a lot of happy sprinkles in it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-left: 0.5in; text-align: justify; text-indent: -0.25in;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ytpt8B1QxcI/SM3NpdusInI/AAAAAAAAAfU/1cwmezJLWRg/s1600-h/22.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ytpt8B1QxcI/SM3NpdusInI/AAAAAAAAAfU/1cwmezJLWRg/s320/22.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5246075253195285106" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="margin-left: 0.25in; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="margin-left: 0.5in; text-align: justify; text-indent: -0.25in;"&gt;&lt;!--[if !supportLists]--&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;3.&lt;span style=""&gt;      &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;!--[endif]--&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;She goes out of her way to prove that we could have honest to goodness, lesbo moments.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;norbs: aimee&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;aimee: yeah?&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;norbs: depressed na nmn ata ako&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;norbs: eto siguro ung nafefeel mo last time&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;norbs: :(&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;norbs: na parang, wala, wala maglolove satin&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;aimee: :(&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;aimee: eh norbs&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;aimee: ganyan pa din nafifeel ko no&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;aimee: parang, its hard to love me? ganun ba?&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;norbs: bat ganun aimee&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;norbs: sabi ko nga sa friend ko&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;norbs: bakit kung sino ung kaya magmahal ng buo, sila ung laging sinasaktan ng someone unworthy&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;norbs: ganun daw ata tlga&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;norbs: diba?&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;norbs: ayan, im sad na din&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;norbs: aims, ganun nga ba tayo kahirap mahalin?&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;aimee: hindi ko alam norbs e&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;aimee: hmm.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;aimee: kahit nga sa friends diba nafifeel ko yan&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;aimee: pero ako mahal kita&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;norbs: ako din aimee&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;norbs: tayo na lang&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;aimee: if it makes u feel better &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;norbs: babe&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;norbs: salamat aimee :)&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="margin-left: 0.5in; text-align: justify; text-indent: -0.25in;"&gt;&lt;!--[if !supportLists]--&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;4&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;      &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;!--[endif]--&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;She understand the mean and brat side that we both have. Its so amazing how I say one thing really bratty and she understands and agrees in the same. She works at Eastwood, I work in &lt;/span&gt;&lt;st1:city style="font-style: italic;" st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;Makati&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:city&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;. We never see each other because we both insist on going to the mall nearest us. Typical brats who doesn’t like compromising. And when we focus our strength in being mad or angry at one person.. well lets just say that person is shattered into pieces in our minds. So yeah beware!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-left: 0.5in; text-align: justify; text-indent: -0.25in;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ytpt8B1QxcI/SM3OoF3OK9I/AAAAAAAAAf0/vF6LlPQSeiE/s1600-h/IMG-2494.JPG"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-left: 0.5in; text-align: justify; text-indent: -0.25in;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ytpt8B1QxcI/SM3NphGmI2I/AAAAAAAAAfk/l9k5WUF6FaA/s1600-h/DSC02055.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ytpt8B1QxcI/SM3NphGmI2I/AAAAAAAAAfk/l9k5WUF6FaA/s320/DSC02055.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5246075254100861794" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="margin-left: 0.5in; text-align: justify; text-indent: -0.25in;"&gt;&lt;!--[if !supportLists]--&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;5&lt;span&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;      &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;!--[endif]--&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;She looks and moves exactly as her mother and sister. It’s like looking at replicas over and over. Peace Norbs!&lt;/span&gt; &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="margin-left: 0.5in; text-align: justify; text-indent: -0.25in; font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;!--[if !supportLists]--&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;6.&lt;span style=""&gt;      &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;!--[endif]--&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;The friendships she has been built throughout the years. I think some of her friends are those she has entered grade 1 or kinder with. Hi AJ!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ytpt8B1QxcI/SM3OoXo-YGI/AAAAAAAAAf8/zCw6mSz5oO8/s1600-h/starbucks.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ytpt8B1QxcI/SM3OoXo-YGI/AAAAAAAAAf8/zCw6mSz5oO8/s320/starbucks.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5246076333892460642" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Norbs with her long time friend Donna. (Uy!!! Ketchup Issues!) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;p style="margin-left: 0.5in; text-align: justify; text-indent: -0.25in; font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;!--[if !supportLists]--&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;7.&lt;span style=""&gt;      &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;!--[endif]--&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;She always always always look so business-like. From waking up before 5am to iron her hair, to wearing scarves, and then looking like she’s attending a business convention on our way to the beach. She pretends to be mad at first when you tease her about it but later on imagines situations and dialogues between her and colleagues that she is supposed to meet for the imaginary convention.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-left: 0.5in; text-align: justify; text-indent: -0.25in; font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ytpt8B1QxcI/SM3No4z35vI/AAAAAAAAAfM/IcOE6pLb3tQ/s1600-h/16.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ytpt8B1QxcI/SM3No4z35vI/AAAAAAAAAfM/IcOE6pLb3tQ/s320/16.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5246075243284915954" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="margin-left: 0.5in; text-align: justify; text-indent: -0.25in; font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;!--[if !supportLists]--&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;8.&lt;span style=""&gt;      &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;!--[endif]--&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;It has never failed to amaze me how she never gets tired of chatting and visiting forums and egroups and hack sites (hehehe). Hence her nick, Chat Chantiago. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="margin-left: 0.5in; text-align: justify; text-indent: -0.25in; font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;!--[if !supportLists]--&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;9.&lt;span style=""&gt;      &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;!--[endif]--&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;Her whole body shakes when she is laughing. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="margin-left: 0.5in; text-align: justify; text-indent: -0.25in;"&gt;&lt;!--[if !supportLists]--&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;10.&lt;span style=""&gt;   &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;!--[endif]--&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;The 8 years of friendship that we have.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-left: 0.5in; text-align: justify; text-indent: -0.25in;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="margin-left: 0.25in; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5236147172577088866" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ytpt8B1QxcI/SKqIHHUflWI/AAAAAAAAAbY/bIg2cT_7CQQ/s200/DSC-0374.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="margin-left: 0.25in; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-left: 0.25in; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5236146948150046642" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ytpt8B1QxcI/SKqH6DQ6r7I/AAAAAAAAAbQ/yGHe0g8sGCY/s200/DSC-0357.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-left: 0.25in; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;And just because being 24 is so much memorable to her than to any other.. Congrats Norbs. Love you!! &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ytpt8B1QxcI/SM3JrzFXyUI/AAAAAAAAAfE/38GsDsvlsqg/s1600-h/toy-soldier-2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 138px; height: 122px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ytpt8B1QxcI/SM3JrzFXyUI/AAAAAAAAAfE/38GsDsvlsqg/s200/toy-soldier-2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5246070895240792386" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&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/7892891-1670631491569147716?l=aimeeren.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aimeeren.blogspot.com/feeds/1670631491569147716/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7892891&amp;postID=1670631491569147716&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7892891/posts/default/1670631491569147716'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7892891/posts/default/1670631491569147716'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aimeeren.blogspot.com/2008/09/10-things-i-love-about-norbs.html' title='10 Things I love about Norbs'/><author><name>Aimee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17747976854153984826</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ytpt8B1QxcI/S2pnWT45D6I/AAAAAAAAAp0/lJVL2mj4oKg/S220/DSC04912.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ytpt8B1QxcI/SM3NpdusInI/AAAAAAAAAfU/1cwmezJLWRg/s72-c/22.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7892891.post-5541803365912657237</id><published>2008-09-13T14:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-13T14:26:00.290-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I can never</title><content type='html'>  &lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;ever.. ever.. get over being made a fool of and taken for granted by those that I love the most in this life. &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;over. and over. and over. and over. and over. &lt;br&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;  &lt;!-- multiply:no_crosspost --&gt;&lt;p class='multiply:no_crosspost'&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7892891-5541803365912657237?l=aimeeren.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aimeeren.blogspot.com/feeds/5541803365912657237/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7892891&amp;postID=5541803365912657237&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7892891/posts/default/5541803365912657237'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7892891/posts/default/5541803365912657237'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aimeeren.blogspot.com/2008/09/i-can-never.html' title='I can never'/><author><name>Aimee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17747976854153984826</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ytpt8B1QxcI/S2pnWT45D6I/AAAAAAAAAp0/lJVL2mj4oKg/S220/DSC04912.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7892891.post-5779170770002144896</id><published>2008-09-03T23:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-04T00:47:29.652-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A happy Monday night with my friends</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Cyma. Tera's night out before her US trip. Kaye's celebration night for passing the boards. And for the rest of us, good food and just a whole bunch of nonsense kwentuhan.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ytpt8B1QxcI/SL-OLKZpkzI/AAAAAAAAAeE/MQGzT8mwGHE/s1600-h/IMG-2615.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ytpt8B1QxcI/SL-OLKZpkzI/AAAAAAAAAeE/MQGzT8mwGHE/s200/IMG-2615.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5242064813704188722" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ytpt8B1QxcI/SL-OLV7yafI/AAAAAAAAAeM/X3srtBc1vUY/s1600-h/IMG-2617.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ytpt8B1QxcI/SL-OLV7yafI/AAAAAAAAAeM/X3srtBc1vUY/s200/IMG-2617.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5242064816800164338" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ytpt8B1QxcI/SL-OLkbrYSI/AAAAAAAAAeU/DTljaQuBijU/s1600-h/IMG-2618.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ytpt8B1QxcI/SL-OLkbrYSI/AAAAAAAAAeU/DTljaQuBijU/s200/IMG-2618.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5242064820692017442" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ytpt8B1QxcI/SL-OL1IjVLI/AAAAAAAAAec/7LxA62zT0Os/s1600-h/IMG-2619.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ytpt8B1QxcI/SL-OL1IjVLI/AAAAAAAAAec/7LxA62zT0Os/s200/IMG-2619.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5242064825175200946" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ytpt8B1QxcI/SL-OLxxGkZI/AAAAAAAAAek/KV4qS6Jfy94/s1600-h/IMG-2620.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ytpt8B1QxcI/SL-OLxxGkZI/AAAAAAAAAek/KV4qS6Jfy94/s200/IMG-2620.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5242064824271540626" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ytpt8B1QxcI/SL-OZIQmuaI/AAAAAAAAAes/ICdRiM8OgWY/s1600-h/IMG-2622.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ytpt8B1QxcI/SL-OZIQmuaI/AAAAAAAAAes/ICdRiM8OgWY/s200/IMG-2622.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5242065053647550882" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ytpt8B1QxcI/SL-OZJqrGII/AAAAAAAAAe0/9E2ZK2s9Udk/s1600-h/IMG-2623.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ytpt8B1QxcI/SL-OZJqrGII/AAAAAAAAAe0/9E2ZK2s9Udk/s200/IMG-2623.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5242065054025324674" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;And just because we had to bring our own desert&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ytpt8B1QxcI/SL-PICCZjTI/AAAAAAAAAe8/QP9ImursrXI/s1600-h/cake.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ytpt8B1QxcI/SL-PICCZjTI/AAAAAAAAAe8/QP9ImursrXI/s320/cake.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5242065859431206194" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With the girls :) (L to R: Norbs, Aren, Chlowie, Kp, Aimee, Tera)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ytpt8B1QxcI/SL-Ldk5PiSI/AAAAAAAAAdk/JHCmIIZz87M/s1600-h/IMG-2614.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ytpt8B1QxcI/SL-Ldk5PiSI/AAAAAAAAAdk/JHCmIIZz87M/s320/IMG-2614.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5242061831518783778" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Dra. Kaye Arrives. Congrats!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ytpt8B1QxcI/SL-LdstNVSI/AAAAAAAAAds/jTorddVL4bs/s1600-h/dra+kaye.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ytpt8B1QxcI/SL-LdstNVSI/AAAAAAAAAds/jTorddVL4bs/s320/dra+kaye.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5242061833615791394" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;SHIRT... Chlowie + Teban = Aimee&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ytpt8B1QxcI/SL-LdvdsHnI/AAAAAAAAAd0/irEtnxF90_g/s1600-h/aimee%27s+shirt.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ytpt8B1QxcI/SL-LdvdsHnI/AAAAAAAAAd0/irEtnxF90_g/s320/aimee%27s+shirt.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5242061834356006514" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All together now!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ytpt8B1QxcI/SL-Ld1aQc1I/AAAAAAAAAd8/tHTp4barFXI/s1600-h/IMG-2624.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ytpt8B1QxcI/SL-Ld1aQc1I/AAAAAAAAAd8/tHTp4barFXI/s320/IMG-2624.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5242061835952223058" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7892891-5779170770002144896?l=aimeeren.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aimeeren.blogspot.com/feeds/5779170770002144896/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7892891&amp;postID=5779170770002144896&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7892891/posts/default/5779170770002144896'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7892891/posts/default/5779170770002144896'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aimeeren.blogspot.com/2008/09/happy-monday-night-with-my-friends.html' title='A happy Monday night with my friends'/><author><name>Aimee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17747976854153984826</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ytpt8B1QxcI/S2pnWT45D6I/AAAAAAAAAp0/lJVL2mj4oKg/S220/DSC04912.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ytpt8B1QxcI/SL-OLKZpkzI/AAAAAAAAAeE/MQGzT8mwGHE/s72-c/IMG-2615.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7892891.post-7538720857462872734</id><published>2008-09-02T19:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-02T21:07:00.649-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My name is Aimee, and I am a bookworm</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Since I need a recreational hobby to do to keep me pre-occupied, I decided to start reading again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have been reading the &lt;a href="http://www.stepheniemeyer.com/twilight.html"&gt;Thriller&lt;/a&gt; SAGA but I stopped at book 3 (Eclipse) and refused to move to reading another page until I get a Breaking Dawn paperback. Copies of this book literally fly from bookstores here in the Manila. I was just comparing prices between National Bookstore and Powerbooks last Monday and after deciding to buy at National (I think it costs more there but they have currently have a grand sale), there are officially no more available first book (there are four).  Meanwhile I'm excited to see the movie as I look at the lovely Edward and Bella.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ytpt8B1QxcI/SL4AejE-YLI/AAAAAAAAAdM/mRYUmbUZ43E/s1600-h/wp1_1024x768.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ytpt8B1QxcI/SL4AejE-YLI/AAAAAAAAAdM/mRYUmbUZ43E/s320/wp1_1024x768.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5241627541118017714" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ytpt8B1QxcI/SL4AeVkTo-I/AAAAAAAAAc8/B_5Um2Dsx7Y/s1600-h/wp3_1024x768.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ytpt8B1QxcI/SL4AeVkTo-I/AAAAAAAAAc8/B_5Um2Dsx7Y/s320/wp3_1024x768.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5241627537491338210" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ytpt8B1QxcI/SL4AeTzN7vI/AAAAAAAAAdE/200K5XmB7Dg/s1600-h/wp2_1024x768.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ytpt8B1QxcI/SL4AeTzN7vI/AAAAAAAAAdE/200K5XmB7Dg/s320/wp2_1024x768.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5241627537017007858" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Edward Cullen is the same guy who portrayed Cedric Diggory in Harry Potter series. Bella is Jodie Foster's kid in Panic Room. I reserved the right to talk more about the book since I'm still halfway through Book 3. Good Read so far. I'm excited to see the movie!! See preview:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/xBvOhfL4mYw&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/xBvOhfL4mYw&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There has been some talk or rather arguments on who Bella should choose between Edward and Jacob thus Team Edward, Team Jacob, and Team Switzerland (for those who are siding neither) has been formed. I'm honestly on Team Jacob even though you take one look at the synopsis and you know its going to be Edward and Bella at the end. In spirit of fairness, and since Jacob is not yet a signigicant character in Book 1 so I can't find a decent Twilight poster of him, I am posting a picture of him here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ytpt8B1QxcI/SL4F-cRqR0I/AAAAAAAAAdU/OHJuvcnmB-8/s1600-h/taylor_lautner.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ytpt8B1QxcI/SL4F-cRqR0I/AAAAAAAAAdU/OHJuvcnmB-8/s400/taylor_lautner.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5241633586606131010" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;He still looks young in that pic almost boybanddish, but whatever, I like his charater Jacob Black. I'd go for him! :P On the other hand, I know my cousin's (Camzi!!!) weakness for ka-SWABE-han.. I'm sure she'd go for Edward.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;SO, &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;while I wait for bookstores to order more stocks of the book or I get the one I'm borrowing (calling Aimee!) I have decided to read another book for the meantime.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://browseinside.harpercollins.com/index.aspx?isbn13=9780380800827"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ytpt8B1QxcI/SL4H9D_Ik2I/AAAAAAAAAdc/pqjQuhnHR04/s400/duke-uk_215.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5241635761929360226" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt; By all accounts, Simon Basset is on the verge of proposing to his best friend's sister, the lovely—and almost-on-the-shelf—Daphne Bridgerton. But the two of them know the truth—it's all an elaborate plan to keep Simon free from marriage-minded society mothers. And as for Daphne, surely she will attract some worthy suitors now that it seems a duke has declared her desirable. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;But as Daphne waltzes across ballroom after ballroom with Simon, it's hard to remember that their courtship is a complete sham. Maybe it's his devilish smile, certainly it's the way his eyes seem to burn every time he looks at her . . . but somehow Daphne is falling for the dashing duke . . . for real! And now she must do the impossible and convince the handsome rogue that their clever little scheme deserves a slight alteration, and that nothing makes quite as much sense as falling in love . . .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I was persuaded by my friend Tera to read it as she finished all eight of it. This is basically the story of 8 brothers and sisters on their quest for love (Cheesssy!) Hehehe. Its set old english time so the whole plot and story reminds me of Pride and Prejudice. I was browsing the internet this morning and saw this &lt;a href="http://browseinside.harpercollins.com/index.aspx?isbn13=9780380800827"&gt;link.&lt;/a&gt;   You can actually read the whole book there and if I'm not mistaken . So for those who are not afraid of a little romance (?!) go ahead and click on it. Kesssso! And if you enjoy it, there are still 7 more books to read to keep all of us pre-occupied. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;*Twilight pics were taken from Stephenie Meyer's site.&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/7892891-7538720857462872734?l=aimeeren.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aimeeren.blogspot.com/feeds/7538720857462872734/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7892891&amp;postID=7538720857462872734&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7892891/posts/default/7538720857462872734'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7892891/posts/default/7538720857462872734'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aimeeren.blogspot.com/2008/09/my-name-is-aimee-and-i-am-bookworm.html' title='My name is Aimee, and I am a bookworm'/><author><name>Aimee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17747976854153984826</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ytpt8B1QxcI/S2pnWT45D6I/AAAAAAAAAp0/lJVL2mj4oKg/S220/DSC04912.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ytpt8B1QxcI/SL4AejE-YLI/AAAAAAAAAdM/mRYUmbUZ43E/s72-c/wp1_1024x768.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7892891.post-7629451755475424085</id><published>2008-09-01T19:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-02T00:59:30.862-07:00</updated><title type='text'>On oversleeping, dieting and getting freebies</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Today I woke up at 7:45 am realizing that my work starts at 7 am. I blamed my cellphone's alarm  for not doing its part. Pero sa totoo lang, hindi ko na naman narinig ang nakapaligid sakin habang ako ay natutulog. Bakit ganun? Paminsan, feeling ko umaalis talaga ako ng conscious level pag natutulog ako. Sooobrang wala akong nafifeel. Kahit nagearth quake na habang tulog ako, or bumabagyo, or nagbrown out, or nagvivideoke ang kapitbahay, or nag-away na sila dahil parehong pangit ang boses nila.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I called up work to say that I was already on my way to work.. around 8:05 nag-aabang na ako ng bus. Around 8:50 hindi pa din ako nakakasakay!! Mas matagal pa ung ligo, bihis, patuyo ng hair, ayos ng bag, ayos ng bed at pag patay ng lahat ng ilaw at paghila ng electric fan sa saksakan kaysa sa pag-aabang ng masasakyan. Well, pwede naman siguro talagang mak.. kung ipipilit mo ang sarili mo kaya lang parang nakasabit ka nalang sa nakasabit na tao sa bus so I felt na dalawa lang ang choice ko, to be super late for work.. or mamatay ako or worse, magalusan ng sobra sobra sa pagkakahulog sa bus!! (worse talaga?? hehehe)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pag dating ko sa work, eto ang nakita ko sa workstation ko.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ytpt8B1QxcI/SLzo6DjIqSI/AAAAAAAAAb8/ItSRaEpDob4/s1600-h/3.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ytpt8B1QxcI/SLzo6DjIqSI/AAAAAAAAAb8/ItSRaEpDob4/s320/3.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5241320150435146018" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sobrang kulit ng boss ko. Nagsorry ako at maniniwala na sanang galit talaga siya kung hindi lang ang pangit ng sulat niya. Pano mo naman seseryosohin diba? Joke lang serrr! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;So&lt;/span&gt; anyway, I'm trying to go on a diet now. TRYING. Hirap e. Kasi kausap ko ung pinsan ko the other day:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;Aimee: Ate ja, ang taba ko na ngayon, tumaba ako no?&lt;br /&gt;Ate Jaja: OO, tumaba ka. Ang laki kaya ng tinaba mo. Ano bang nangyari sayo at tumaba ka ulit eh dati pumayat ka na tapos ang taba mo na naman!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aimee: (TULALA Mode)&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, ganun talaga pag opinionated ang buong pamilya mo. Medyo masasanay ka na. Pero after two days, eto I'm still determined to lose weight. Hay.. so kahit na hindi ako masyado makakain ngayon, ang dami naman nagpapasama sakin kumain sa pantry, bibili ng food (PURE TORTURE). So eto naman ang masokista in me, sama lang ng sama. Buti nalang talaga malayo layo ang Dairy Queen dito sa office. Nakakainis. I was trying to dispel the law of diminishing marginal return by eating more and more of it.. baka pagsawaan ko kahit papano? I've tried to make this post a number of times kaya lang whenever I go to DQ's website nakikita ko tong mga to:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ytpt8B1QxcI/SLzuJoxS0WI/AAAAAAAAAcU/NY75zAlbqX4/s1600-h/dq.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ytpt8B1QxcI/SLzuJoxS0WI/AAAAAAAAAcU/NY75zAlbqX4/s400/dq.bmp" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5241325915682820450" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Nakakadistract naman talaga diba?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;On my way out of the office, may pumasok na isang guy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Guy: Excuse me, andito ba si Miss I-mih? (Bisaya version of my name)&lt;br /&gt;Aimee: Ako yun! Baket?&lt;br /&gt;Guy: Aah I'm from Colgate po Maam. (sabay labas ng isang wrapped gift at bigay sakin)&lt;br /&gt;Officemates: (sabay-sabay) WOoooooOoooW!!&lt;br /&gt;Aimee: Yey! I have a gift?&lt;br /&gt;Officemate: Bakit?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bakit nga ba? Well to sum up everything, ung binili namin na colgate toothpaste sa cheapetiks na grocery sa amin sa Cavite may termites (anay) ung loob ng kahon and medyo nakarating na siya sa tube mismo. Although, hindi naman ata pumasok sa toothpaste, nakakadiri pa din siya. Meron pang gumapang sakin na termites. I reported it dun sa number sa box nila yesterday ang ngayon nga I got surprised by this guy from Colgate.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ytpt8B1QxcI/SLzvnuAbe9I/AAAAAAAAAcc/j1OzMwMOvOs/s1600-h/7.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ytpt8B1QxcI/SLzvnuAbe9I/AAAAAAAAAcc/j1OzMwMOvOs/s400/7.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5241327531996183506" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Opened na ung package kasi na-excite masyado ung officemates ko binuksan na nila.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ytpt8B1QxcI/SLzwqaT1RUI/AAAAAAAAAck/mPkCwgrQHcw/s1600-h/colgate+letter.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ytpt8B1QxcI/SLzwqaT1RUI/AAAAAAAAAck/mPkCwgrQHcw/s320/colgate+letter.bmp" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5241328677760091458" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;The Letter (click to read)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ytpt8B1QxcI/SLzwqhTYqEI/AAAAAAAAAcs/qEHl9wWAWxI/s1600-h/8.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ytpt8B1QxcI/SLzwqhTYqEI/AAAAAAAAAcs/qEHl9wWAWxI/s320/8.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5241328679637264450" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Surprise!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ytpt8B1QxcI/SLzwqx7n4RI/AAAAAAAAAc0/V8CTwhQ_jBU/s1600-h/5.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ytpt8B1QxcI/SLzwqx7n4RI/AAAAAAAAAc0/V8CTwhQ_jBU/s320/5.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5241328684101001490" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;The Package&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;For someone who lives for freebies and goodies, siyempre ang saya ko no! It didn't matter na nahingi na ng officemates ko ung iba. Tinirhan ko nalang ung mom ko tutal ninakaw ko lang naman sa house ung original na Colgate ko. Hehe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here are a few random things that I've learned&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Nakakataba talaga ang DQ (Dairy Queen).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kahit na hindi ka pa maglunch at dinner para you could compensate for eating a 9oz. size Blizzard. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(take note: thats the smallest pa!) &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Tataba at tataba ka pa din talaga. Kahit anong flavor yan. Mudpie, Rocky Road, Choco Almond, Brownie Temptation, M&amp;amp;M, lalo na pag nagcombo combo ka pa ng toppings! :P &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. 8:00-9:00am ang totoong RUSH HOUR sa umaga.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Quality service here in the Philippines still exists, you just need to exert your right for product and service quality. Thank you Colgate-Palmolive.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;P.S. Muntik na akong mag-apply sa inyo before, di ko lang alam kung pano. :)&lt;br /&gt;P.P.S Sana dinagdagan niyo na ng Palmolive shampoo! Joke. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;4. Paminsan, dumadating and work pag uwing-uwi ka na from the office.&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/7892891-7629451755475424085?l=aimeeren.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aimeeren.blogspot.com/feeds/7629451755475424085/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7892891&amp;postID=7629451755475424085&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7892891/posts/default/7629451755475424085'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7892891/posts/default/7629451755475424085'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aimeeren.blogspot.com/2008/09/on-oversleeping-dieting-and-getting.html' title='On oversleeping, dieting and getting freebies'/><author><name>Aimee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17747976854153984826</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ytpt8B1QxcI/S2pnWT45D6I/AAAAAAAAAp0/lJVL2mj4oKg/S220/DSC04912.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ytpt8B1QxcI/SLzo6DjIqSI/AAAAAAAAAb8/ItSRaEpDob4/s72-c/3.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7892891.post-8390885882094326368</id><published>2008-08-26T21:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-26T22:20:20.548-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="width: 335px; height: 277px; line-height: 1px;"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://widgets.youniverse.com/personality_landscape.swf" flashvars="clickstream=332abd36b5ea69e9d2b1370923860f30" allowscriptaccess="always" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" height="242" width="330"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youniverse.com/personality/feedback/332abd36b5ea69e9d2b1370923860f30" style="padding: 0; margin: 0; float: left;"&gt;&lt;img style="border: none !important; padding: 0; margin: 0;" border="0" src="http://widgets.youniverse.com/readMyProfileLink.gif" alt="Youniverse Personality Test" width="147" height="35" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youniverse.com/personality/" style="padding: 0; margin: 0; float: left;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" style="border: none !important; padding: 0; margin: 0;" src="http://widgets.youniverse.com/youniverseLink.gif" alt="Youniverse Personality Test" width="183" height="35" /&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/7892891-8390885882094326368?l=aimeeren.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aimeeren.blogspot.com/feeds/8390885882094326368/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7892891&amp;postID=8390885882094326368&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7892891/posts/default/8390885882094326368'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7892891/posts/default/8390885882094326368'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aimeeren.blogspot.com/2008/08/youniverse-personality-test.html' title=''/><author><name>Aimee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17747976854153984826</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ytpt8B1QxcI/S2pnWT45D6I/AAAAAAAAAp0/lJVL2mj4oKg/S220/DSC04912.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7892891.post-4836252929472149082</id><published>2008-08-17T19:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-17T20:12:03.681-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='shawie'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='giraffe'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='teddy bear'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='baby doll'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='mega'/><title type='text'>Random Conversations with my friend</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; don't know why.. every conversation I have with my friend seems to end up with nonsense. I was talking with my friend Tera via text yesterday as she was sad. This is how our conversation ended up with:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tera: Sana Stuff toy nalang ako para wala nalang akong nararamdaman.&lt;br /&gt;Aimee: Don't think too much, the sooner you accept it, the sooner you can move on. Ay wait, kung stuff ako, gusto ko bear ako na light brown o giraffe.&lt;br /&gt;Tera: Ako baby doll yung may nappy and namimilk, naliligo etc.&lt;br /&gt;Aimee: Wala ngang feelings, high maintenance naman. Sinusubuan pa un ng bilog bilog na parang gun pellets e.&lt;br /&gt;Tera: Oo tapos magpupu pa, may crib, high chair and car seat pa nga yun eh..&lt;br /&gt;Aimee: Hayup ka! Ginawa mong kumakain lang ng alikabok ung stuff ko!&lt;br /&gt;Tera: Bwahaha! Benta pucha naman kasing pangarap giraffe, girl pinapanalo lang yun sa perya.&lt;br /&gt;Aimee: Eee! Di pa ako nakakakita ng totoong giraffe e. Type ko magkaron ng hug shot with a giraffe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Compare this&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ytpt8B1QxcI/SKjj__rwGuI/AAAAAAAAAaY/NgjxK3Hslho/s1600-h/baby.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ytpt8B1QxcI/SKjj__rwGuI/AAAAAAAAAaY/NgjxK3Hslho/s320/baby.bmp" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5235685255384406754" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;to this..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ytpt8B1QxcI/SKjkAMYq00I/AAAAAAAAAag/x-WyGN0qQAI/s1600-h/giraffe+bear.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ytpt8B1QxcI/SKjkAMYq00I/AAAAAAAAAag/x-WyGN0qQAI/s320/giraffe+bear.bmp" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5235685258794029890" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;What you think? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ytpt8B1QxcI/SKjkABHAJsI/AAAAAAAAAao/9L3yvHkL5B8/s1600-h/31M77LtJQsL._SS500_.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 304px; height: 304px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ytpt8B1QxcI/SKjkABHAJsI/AAAAAAAAAao/9L3yvHkL5B8/s320/31M77LtJQsL._SS500_.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5235685255767140034" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Then I saw this pic and realized, alaga lang nung stuff toy ni Tera ung version ko. Tsk tsk! Nahawa na ng kalandian, pink na ung kulay ng bear. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Conversation when on..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aimee: Pwede nadin koala bear. Ang ganda talaga ni Kc C. pero di na kami magkamukha nagpagupit nako short tsaka nagparebond. Girl.... Si Mega na ata kamukha ko.&lt;br /&gt;Tera: Hahaha! Dapat mag off shoulder ka ng blouse ang black slacks. Goodluck Girl!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ytpt8B1QxcI/SKjkz6G55UI/AAAAAAAAAaw/t8UgMFtMMlI/s1600-h/mommy+shawie.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ytpt8B1QxcI/SKjkz6G55UI/AAAAAAAAAaw/t8UgMFtMMlI/s320/mommy+shawie.bmp" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5235686147240879426" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Twins? Waaah!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&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/7892891-4836252929472149082?l=aimeeren.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aimeeren.blogspot.com/feeds/4836252929472149082/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7892891&amp;postID=4836252929472149082&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7892891/posts/default/4836252929472149082'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7892891/posts/default/4836252929472149082'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aimeeren.blogspot.com/2008/08/random-conversations-with-my-friend.html' title='Random Conversations with my friend'/><author><name>Aimee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17747976854153984826</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ytpt8B1QxcI/S2pnWT45D6I/AAAAAAAAAp0/lJVL2mj4oKg/S220/DSC04912.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ytpt8B1QxcI/SKjj__rwGuI/AAAAAAAAAaY/NgjxK3Hslho/s72-c/baby.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7892891.post-6630058755757070515</id><published>2008-08-16T09:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-16T12:09:21.897-07:00</updated><title type='text'>the evolution of my hair in 6 months..</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;It will be probably amazing to some people how I was able to change hairstyles at least once a month. I started with super long (boring) hair, my bangs started to grow and the only style I could do is put pins on my bangs to get it off my face. &lt;/span&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/_ytpt8B1QxcI/SKcd-LM01uI/AAAAAAAAAYk/8MpgDvx8dso/s1600-h/aimee.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ytpt8B1QxcI/SKcd-LM01uI/AAAAAAAAAYk/8MpgDvx8dso/s200/aimee.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5235186045837170402" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;My super long straight hair. (around Feb)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ytpt8B1QxcI/SKciWmwA_hI/AAAAAAAAAZM/1KG2KsY19Fc/s1600-h/IMG-1001.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ytpt8B1QxcI/SKciWmwA_hI/AAAAAAAAAZM/1KG2KsY19Fc/s200/IMG-1001.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5235190863595896338" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Got bored and chooped the bangs off for full bangs (May)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ytpt8B1QxcI/SKcd-HVjU9I/AAAAAAAAAYs/KZznnnn_F-0/s1600-h/IMG-2498.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ytpt8B1QxcI/SKcd-HVjU9I/AAAAAAAAAYs/KZznnnn_F-0/s200/IMG-2498.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5235186044800029650" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Full bangs grew and turned to side swept bangs and had soft curls. (July) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ytpt8B1QxcI/SKcjNPdFG-I/AAAAAAAAAZU/UB9a7GxpiQ4/s1600-h/Image028.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ytpt8B1QxcI/SKcjNPdFG-I/AAAAAAAAAZU/UB9a7GxpiQ4/s200/Image028.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5235191802235263970" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Had it chopped shoulder length, maintained the bangs. (July)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ytpt8B1QxcI/SKcd-Tk3VlI/AAAAAAAAAY0/eOunp-5INFY/s1600-h/new+hair.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ytpt8B1QxcI/SKcd-Tk3VlI/AAAAAAAAAY0/eOunp-5INFY/s200/new+hair.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5235186048085481042" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;This is how it looks when it is blow dried or ironed. (July)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ytpt8B1QxcI/SKcd-urFfmI/AAAAAAAAAY8/NlMzEHi2bjI/s1600-h/CIMG3448.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ytpt8B1QxcI/SKcd-urFfmI/AAAAAAAAAY8/NlMzEHi2bjI/s200/CIMG3448.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5235186055359331938" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Had it rebonded again and settled for full bangs once again. (August)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I look like a sixth grader excited to go on a field trip on my last pic. Hehe. I realized looking at the months that I just pick on my hair so much within the last three months.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7892891-6630058755757070515?l=aimeeren.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aimeeren.blogspot.com/feeds/6630058755757070515/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7892891&amp;postID=6630058755757070515&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7892891/posts/default/6630058755757070515'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7892891/posts/default/6630058755757070515'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aimeeren.blogspot.com/2008/08/evolution-of-my-hair-in-6-months.html' title='the evolution of my hair in 6 months..'/><author><name>Aimee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17747976854153984826</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ytpt8B1QxcI/S2pnWT45D6I/AAAAAAAAAp0/lJVL2mj4oKg/S220/DSC04912.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ytpt8B1QxcI/SKcd-LM01uI/AAAAAAAAAYk/8MpgDvx8dso/s72-c/aimee.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7892891.post-8153846194368712899</id><published>2008-08-14T00:14:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-14T00:15:00.802-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm sad</title><content type='html'>"The friendship that can cease has never been real."&lt;br /&gt;- Saint Jerome&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7892891-8153846194368712899?l=aimeeren.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aimeeren.blogspot.com/feeds/8153846194368712899/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7892891&amp;postID=8153846194368712899&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7892891/posts/default/8153846194368712899'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7892891/posts/default/8153846194368712899'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aimeeren.blogspot.com/2008/08/im-sad.html' title='I&apos;m sad'/><author><name>Aimee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17747976854153984826</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ytpt8B1QxcI/S2pnWT45D6I/AAAAAAAAAp0/lJVL2mj4oKg/S220/DSC04912.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7892891.post-411393239967066949</id><published>2008-08-12T23:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-12T23:41:16.415-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Out of boredom and nothing good to say...</title><content type='html'>&lt;table width=350 align=center border=0 cellspacing=0 cellpadding=2&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#EEEEEE" align=center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font face="Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif" style='color:black; font-size: 14pt;'&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Your Birthdate: October 28&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.blogthingsimages.com/whatdoesyourbirthdatemeanforyourlovelifequiz/birthday.jpg" height="100" width="100"&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font color="#000000"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You don't just believe in love at first site - you've experienced it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You develop crushes pretty easily, but keeping your interest is another matter!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are very prone to love - hate relationships.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Number of True Loves You'll Have: 1&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Number of Times You'll Have Your Heart Broken: 6&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are most compatible with people born on the 1st, 10th, 19th, and 28th of the month.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/whatdoesyourbirthdatemeanforyourlovelifequiz/"&gt;What Does Your Birth Date Mean For Your Love Life?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table width=350 align=center border=0 cellspacing=0 cellpadding=2&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#EEEEEE" align=center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font face="Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif" style='color:black; font-size: 14pt;'&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Your Emoticon is Sad&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.blogthingsimages.com/whatemoticonbestrepresentsyourightnowquiz/sad.jpg" height="100" width="100"&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font color="#000000"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You're feeling a tad depressed right now. It will likely pass soon, but for now, you need some major cheering up!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/whatemoticonbestrepresentsyourightnowquiz/"&gt;What Emoticon Best Represents You Right Now?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table width=350 align=center border=0 cellspacing=0 cellpadding=2&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#EEEEEE" align=center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font face="Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif" style='color:black; font-size: 14pt;'&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;You Are an "It Girl"&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.blogthingsimages.com/areyouanitgirlquiz/it-1.jpg" height="100" width="100"&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font color="#000000"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You're outgoing, friendly, and charismatic. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are aware of your image, and you are constantly improving yourself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You're definitely the type of girl people love to be around!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/areyouanitgirlquiz/"&gt;Are You An "It Girl"?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table width=350 align=center border=0 cellspacing=0 cellpadding=2&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#EEEEEE" align=center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font face="Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif" style='color:black; font-size: 14pt;'&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;You Are A Lily&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.blogthingsimages.com/whatflowerareyouquiz/lily.jpg" height="100" width="100"&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font color="#000000"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are a nurturer and all around natural therapist.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;People see you as their rock. And they are able to depend on you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are a soothing influence. You can make people feel better with a few words.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your caring has more of an impact than even you realize.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/whatflowerareyouquiz/"&gt;What Flower Are You?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table width=350 align=center border=0 cellspacing=0 cellpadding=2&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#EEEEEE" align=center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font face="Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif" style='color:black; font-size: 14pt;'&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;You're Not a Maneater&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.blogthingsimages.com/areyouamaneaterquiz/maneater-1.jpg" height="100" width="100"&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font color="#000000"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You like men, and you respect whoever you happen to be with.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whether it's a fling or a boyfriend, you try to be honest and upstanding.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Of course, you've probably broken a few hearts in your time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The difference with you is that you didn't mean to!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/areyouamaneaterquiz/"&gt;Are You a Maneater?&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/7892891-411393239967066949?l=aimeeren.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aimeeren.blogspot.com/feeds/411393239967066949/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7892891&amp;postID=411393239967066949&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7892891/posts/default/411393239967066949'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7892891/posts/default/411393239967066949'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aimeeren.blogspot.com/2008/08/out-of-boredom-and-nothing-good-to-say.html' title='Out of boredom and nothing good to say...'/><author><name>Aimee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17747976854153984826</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ytpt8B1QxcI/S2pnWT45D6I/AAAAAAAAAp0/lJVL2mj4oKg/S220/DSC04912.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7892891.post-2768023709006017013</id><published>2008-07-28T13:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-31T01:49:05.522-07:00</updated><title type='text'>saengil chukha hamnida Minwoo Oppa!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_ytpt8B1QxcI/SJFEP9i2N1I/AAAAAAAAAWo/OlfD52BRLKY/s1600-h/641107.p.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_ytpt8B1QxcI/SJFEP9i2N1I/AAAAAAAAAWo/OlfD52BRLKY/s320/641107.p.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5229035683363305298" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_ytpt8B1QxcI/SJFEQDVIfnI/AAAAAAAAAWw/4xyM__CFQ20/s1600-h/ry%253D320.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_ytpt8B1QxcI/SJFEQDVIfnI/AAAAAAAAAWw/4xyM__CFQ20/s320/ry%253D320.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5229035684916395634" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My favorite Shinhwa member is celebrating his 29th birthday! Almost ready to settle down! :P He's enlisting in the army later this year. Although he's still busy with fan meetings and Asian countries visits, I still miss him so much. :( I miss all of Shinhwa's members. Although, some of them are active in tv, seeing them together goofing around and making fun of each other is something I always look forward to seeing. Waah! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Once again, Saengil Chukha Hamnida Minwoo Oppa! Saranghe! :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7892891-2768023709006017013?l=aimeeren.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aimeeren.blogspot.com/feeds/2768023709006017013/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7892891&amp;postID=2768023709006017013&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7892891/posts/default/2768023709006017013'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7892891/posts/default/2768023709006017013'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aimeeren.blogspot.com/2008/07/saengil-chukha-hamnida-minwoo-oppa.html' title='saengil chukha hamnida Minwoo Oppa!'/><author><name>Aimee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17747976854153984826</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ytpt8B1QxcI/S2pnWT45D6I/AAAAAAAAAp0/lJVL2mj4oKg/S220/DSC04912.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_ytpt8B1QxcI/SJFEP9i2N1I/AAAAAAAAAWo/OlfD52BRLKY/s72-c/641107.p.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7892891.post-5179156618978492933</id><published>2008-07-27T21:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-28T21:07:13.798-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The World will not adjust itself for you</title><content type='html'>I am starting yet another work again.. well a first for this year after leaving my previous company mid Feb.. exactly Feb 15, one day after Valentines. After 2 months of Bum Nation and more than a hundred Shinhwa (A Korean group that I like) videos in youtube, I finally decided that I would need to spend some time outside the house while waiting for the subbing teams/ people to add more videos. :P Well, this is my 4th week at work and I can still blatantly say that I still have boring and tulala lang moments in the office. Precisely the main reason for this entry. I just hate the fact that I work fast and that I want to finish all the work that comes in my way.. I’m so intense it scares me. I made a mistake of sending an email to the wrong person last week and although my team mates are shrugging it off, I still can’t quite fully accept it. Even with the fact that I am half clueless as to what I am doing. Although, I am thankful that I have work… even if its not my dream job 4 years ago. I was afraid I would end up saying it, but here goes.. work life is nothing like you’d expect it to be. Even if I have the ability to be optimistic, it still gets lonely as you ask yourself, did I spend more than half of my life preparing for this?? I mean,  there is nothing to hate about my current job. Its actually considered a blessing as I was spending the last two months as a scavenger in my own home. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But lets face it, quarter life crisis strikes you almost nonstop until you reach that point of stability and you can finally say, “Well things are chaging for the better!” But until that time, the next five to ten years of your life after college is such a torment as one tries to decipher whether you are actually making the right choices. I feel like I have been swimming in clear water all my life, and then suddenly I was thrown out to the saltiest and biggest sea. It gets blurry, It gets foggy. It just gets so damn disappointing. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They say it’s a good thing, not to be satisfied with what you have, and continue pursuing what is in store out there. There just seems to be a lot. But you go home at night.. and you look around.. there is nothing much to see. Shucks I sound like lyrics to a song. Baduy. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have a friend who texted me a very very long text.. 5 pages ata.. pseudo-ranting about feelings with work, family, relationships.. almost all aspects of her life. And then continues to say that she specifically texted me because she knows I would understand and know about it. This is a friend who I haven’t seen for two years now. Ironically… I did understand the point where she’s at. But I wasn’t much of help though, coz I cant even do much with my own life. I don’t think anybody could do anything concrete to this particular stage in his/her life other than that changing one’s perspective to work in favor of you. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(edited again) I started this entry about a week ago, but I still couldn’t bring myself to finish it. Until I had a dream last Sunday. I couldn’t quite remember all the details but I remember the feeling I had when I woke up. I suddenly realized that I am sad. Not depressed. Not melancholy. Just plain sad. I have been very optimistic since this year has started. But.. nothing seems to feel right. Nothing seems to come up right. I don’t know why.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But now, I am almost on my third month in my new work and I have almost learned all the procedures we need to do on a daily basis. I work as Data Analyst in a company named RiskMetrics Group. My job is as redundant as redundant can be. But I am not complaining. I need the money to be able to eat, buy some clothes and be able to watch some movies. Money is so hard to grab on these days. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had a lot of expectations when I was still studying.. I just recently started to slow down and adjusted my goals, I need to adapt to what life is giving me. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In other news, I saw this random quote in iGoogle and all I could do was agree. &lt;br /&gt;  &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_ytpt8B1QxcI/SI6WEN1-C4I/AAAAAAAAAVA/Y2AoKYuMhUw/s1600-h/heart.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_ytpt8B1QxcI/SI6WEN1-C4I/AAAAAAAAAVA/Y2AoKYuMhUw/s320/heart.bmp" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5228281216603392898" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt; Love is a state of mimd". Francis Ceniza&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And that basically sums up my love life. :P &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;I have a very talented friend who allowed me to use his creation, just look at my banner and meet Tedd. :) For more of his characters, visit www.johnnyjeffrey.com &lt;/span&gt; Thanks Jay!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7892891-5179156618978492933?l=aimeeren.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aimeeren.blogspot.com/feeds/5179156618978492933/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7892891&amp;postID=5179156618978492933&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7892891/posts/default/5179156618978492933'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7892891/posts/default/5179156618978492933'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aimeeren.blogspot.com/2008/07/world-will-not-adjust-itself-for-you.html' title='The World will not adjust itself for you'/><author><name>Aimee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17747976854153984826</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ytpt8B1QxcI/S2pnWT45D6I/AAAAAAAAAp0/lJVL2mj4oKg/S220/DSC04912.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_ytpt8B1QxcI/SI6WEN1-C4I/AAAAAAAAAVA/Y2AoKYuMhUw/s72-c/heart.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7892891.post-3569588627517300548</id><published>2008-06-03T01:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-03T02:02:13.464-07:00</updated><title type='text'>People disappoint</title><content type='html'>I have been feeling so alone since last week. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Like I don't have anyone I could count on. &lt;br /&gt;Like I don't have anyone I could call when I am sad. &lt;br /&gt;Like I don't have anyone I could just spend some time with, go to a movie and just talk to and feel better. &lt;br /&gt;Like I don't have anyone who would understand me even if I don't say anything. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just really felt so alone. For someone who never had a special someone and who has been so proud to be independent and self-sufficient, &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;this is a big deal.&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; Because I rely  mostly with my friends or family for the "support" that I need at these times. But with all the things that have been and have been not happening... I just feel so disappointed. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel so disappointed because when I scroll down my phone's contact list, there is nobody I could text or call that I know would genuinely make me feel better. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel so sad because the only person that could and would understand me perfectly is studying and working somewhere tens of thousand miles away from me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel disappointed even with myself for being contented with the work I am currently doing even if I know deep in my heart that I could do so much better. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel frustrated that I am easily angry with people for small things ---&gt; for laughing so high pitched, for talking so loud and even just for laughing. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am confused because I realized that there is no possible way that I  could ever co-exist with my mom in the same house for more than 3 days. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I realized that I am an angry person I blamed it to my hormones for the longest time. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I even have pseudo fights with different friends and for some reason I just can't explain why I feel this way. I call it pseudo fights because there is no exact reason or time that I can say I had some misunderstanding or arguments with my friends, its just for some reason, I withdraw from them. My usual reaction with my closest friends is to be actively mad or angry when I am feeling that way. I am not one to hide it. So right now, I just I am just indifferent and this scares me a lot. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To not feel anything at all with the current situation of my life is confusing and frustrating. I just wish I know what I should feel. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe I just need a distraction from all of this. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hay.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7892891-3569588627517300548?l=aimeeren.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aimeeren.blogspot.com/feeds/3569588627517300548/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7892891&amp;postID=3569588627517300548&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7892891/posts/default/3569588627517300548'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7892891/posts/default/3569588627517300548'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aimeeren.blogspot.com/2008/06/people-disappoint.html' title='People disappoint'/><author><name>Aimee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17747976854153984826</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ytpt8B1QxcI/S2pnWT45D6I/AAAAAAAAAp0/lJVL2mj4oKg/S220/DSC04912.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7892891.post-8917167091850622352</id><published>2008-03-19T05:22:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-19T05:23:41.825-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Officially my inaanak!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_ytpt8B1QxcI/R-EFnSPrJII/AAAAAAAAARk/9HV88c40f7o/s1600-h/maxine.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_ytpt8B1QxcI/R-EFnSPrJII/AAAAAAAAARk/9HV88c40f7o/s320/maxine.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5179427218923398274" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7892891-8917167091850622352?l=aimeeren.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aimeeren.blogspot.com/feeds/8917167091850622352/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7892891&amp;postID=8917167091850622352&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7892891/posts/default/8917167091850622352'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7892891/posts/default/8917167091850622352'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aimeeren.blogspot.com/2008/03/officially-my-inaanak.html' title='Officially my inaanak!'/><author><name>Aimee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17747976854153984826</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ytpt8B1QxcI/S2pnWT45D6I/AAAAAAAAAp0/lJVL2mj4oKg/S220/DSC04912.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_ytpt8B1QxcI/R-EFnSPrJII/AAAAAAAAARk/9HV88c40f7o/s72-c/maxine.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7892891.post-2389579447123986381</id><published>2008-02-15T07:51:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-18T02:18:32.161-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='valentine'/><title type='text'>Post Valentine Reflection</title><content type='html'>A typical Valentines night: &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Friend: Aimee, tingin mo may gusto siya sayo? &lt;br /&gt;Aimee: Hindi ko alam. I honestly don't know. &lt;br /&gt;Friend: Ano bang nafifeel mo? &lt;br /&gt;Aimee: Well, I feel special. Alam mo un, you know that the treatment is different when it comes to you. Kumbaga, meron siyang mga kaibigang girls pero hindi ganun ka-special ang treatment niya. &lt;br /&gt;Friend: So do you think he loves you? &lt;br /&gt;Aimee: Hindi siguro, that feeling is reserved for his girlfriend. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sigh. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table width=350 align=center border=0 cellspacing=0 cellpadding=2&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#EEEEEE" align=center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font face="Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif" style='color:black; font-size: 14pt;'&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Your Love Style is Agape&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.blogthingsimages.com/whatsyourlovestylequiz/agape.jpg" height="100" width="100"&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font color="#000000"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are a caring, kind, and selfless partner.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Unsurprisingly, your love style is the most rare.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are willing to sacrifice your world for your sweetie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Except it doesn't really feel like sacrifice to you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For you, nothing feels better than giving to the one you love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/whatsyourlovestylequiz/"&gt;What's Your Love Style?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What a sucker for love.. Hahaha! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Belated Happy Valentines World!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7892891-2389579447123986381?l=aimeeren.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aimeeren.blogspot.com/feeds/2389579447123986381/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7892891&amp;postID=2389579447123986381&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7892891/posts/default/2389579447123986381'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7892891/posts/default/2389579447123986381'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aimeeren.blogspot.com/2008/02/post-valentine-reflection.html' title='Post Valentine Reflection'/><author><name>Aimee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17747976854153984826</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ytpt8B1QxcI/S2pnWT45D6I/AAAAAAAAAp0/lJVL2mj4oKg/S220/DSC04912.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7892891.post-3589849975599566218</id><published>2008-02-06T06:53:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-06T07:02:50.725-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='maxine'/><title type='text'>Meet my new soon to be inaanak!</title><content type='html'>Maxine Elysse Del Rosario Morales. Whew!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_ytpt8B1QxcI/R6nLw5RBffI/AAAAAAAAAQw/ijFc9vXFZVk/s1600-h/1_405701521l.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_ytpt8B1QxcI/R6nLw5RBffI/AAAAAAAAAQw/ijFc9vXFZVk/s320/1_405701521l.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5163882488623365618" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_ytpt8B1QxcI/R6nLxJRBfgI/AAAAAAAAAQ4/iB_lc1uHL28/s1600-h/1_922432591l.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_ytpt8B1QxcI/R6nLxJRBfgI/AAAAAAAAAQ4/iB_lc1uHL28/s320/1_922432591l.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5163882492918332930" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_ytpt8B1QxcI/R6nLxZRBfhI/AAAAAAAAARA/qtidatzdh04/s1600-h/1_878200985l.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_ytpt8B1QxcI/R6nLxZRBfhI/AAAAAAAAARA/qtidatzdh04/s320/1_878200985l.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5163882497213300242" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7892891-3589849975599566218?l=aimeeren.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aimeeren.blogspot.com/feeds/3589849975599566218/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7892891&amp;postID=3589849975599566218&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7892891/posts/default/3589849975599566218'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7892891/posts/default/3589849975599566218'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aimeeren.blogspot.com/2008/02/meet-my-new-soon-to-be-inaanak.html' title='Meet my new soon to be inaanak!'/><author><name>Aimee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17747976854153984826</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ytpt8B1QxcI/S2pnWT45D6I/AAAAAAAAAp0/lJVL2mj4oKg/S220/DSC04912.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_ytpt8B1QxcI/R6nLw5RBffI/AAAAAAAAAQw/ijFc9vXFZVk/s72-c/1_405701521l.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7892891.post-2243406297253919873</id><published>2008-01-09T20:14:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-09T20:22:47.522-08:00</updated><title type='text'>No more sadness for Aimee this 2008</title><content type='html'>The last time I posted here was a few weeks after I started working again. I was so busy in the latter part of last year. It actually felt better to actually be doing something rather than.. not doing anything at all. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For this year, I am very optimistic.. for some reason.. maybe ts because of the number 8 for 2008. Optimistic for all aspects of my life. That this quarter life crisis would actually improve a little and that I would have a clue on what choices I have or need to make. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I made a lot of friends this year. Even found some close ones I know I could keep for life. I also managed to keep in touch with my old ones.. and I am even roommates with two of close college friends. Not bad for a slo start last year. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This year.. I learned that I am a changed person. Many people told me.. I was too straight before.. which was good. But growing older.. you need to meet halfway and compromise.. learn to understand that people have certain limitations. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Having said that.. I still affirm my belief in career and relationships. I just need to be nicer to my family. I just need to be better in a lot of things. Maybe once I learn to give way for others.. life would be easier for me. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No more sadness for Aimee this 2008! Happy New Year to all!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7892891-2243406297253919873?l=aimeeren.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aimeeren.blogspot.com/feeds/2243406297253919873/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7892891&amp;postID=2243406297253919873&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7892891/posts/default/2243406297253919873'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7892891/posts/default/2243406297253919873'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aimeeren.blogspot.com/2008/01/no-more-sadness-for-aimee-this-2008.html' title='No more sadness for Aimee this 2008'/><author><name>Aimee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17747976854153984826</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ytpt8B1QxcI/S2pnWT45D6I/AAAAAAAAAp0/lJVL2mj4oKg/S220/DSC04912.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7892891.post-3348375400091430088</id><published>2007-08-14T06:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-14T08:13:24.606-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>My friends keep on pushing me to write about work. Honestly, I have a lot to say. But there is practically no bone or muscle in my body that is not aching from everyday trips from Cavite to Makati to back to Cavite. Well, my company is a pseudo-call center and a business outsourcing company which by the way is the exact industry I vowed never to work for. Parang boyfriend to e.. the man you end up with probably is the guy you never expected or even rejected before.. for some reason.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, the company I am with is still in start-up, real operations start probably on September so I'm really in a daze. I basically get 5 hours tops sleep and there's still certification to go through. It's only my second week so I'm trying to fit in all information that my co-workers have learned in the past month. Just today, I brought a harry-potter-book-4 thick manual to study and be a master at in less than 3 days. My boss keeps on asking me if I am smart enough, if I am good enough.. and the truth is I don't know how to answer that.. deep inside, I just really wanted to ask what happens if I am better than his expectations. I guess I enjoy blowing away people like that. I'd rather not talk about myself in a gratifying manner rather than go around and disappoint a lot of people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My officemates are basically my batchmates from college. About 1/4 of the population consists of Lasallians. Those who were super extra curricular activities oriented back then. Almost all of us had been officers of organizations. For some weird reason.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've learned that working is not only consistently trying to learn but also applying lessons adeptly. Its really tiring. At the end of the day, I was told that it didn't matter if I don't smile a lot during work. It doesn't matter if I am not that friendly.. what matters is my capability and maybe the drive to go through. And for me that is enough for now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My boss keeps asking about passports and visas of the employees. He wants to go to bangkok, hongkong and US. It's a good thing that my mom got me my visa when I got my first gold eagle award in grade 1. Hehe. Plus I just renewed my passport. Hurray! I am not assuming anything but of course anybody would like to think that they are included in the planned trip. My bosses are like this super rich business tycoons. Well one is super nice, soft spoken and smart while the other is more upfront and frank. I don't know who I will like more in the long run.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What else? I made some reconnection with people I have lost in touch with. For the past week, I have seen a lot of people I haven't seen for the past 3 years. It's a great feeling. Now, I am broke as hell and still awaiting my very first paycheck!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't really want to go into details about what I did at work because I want to take it all in strides. So now, before my eyes close by itself, I have to work off my butt and do some things crucial for work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Goodnight world and friends! :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7892891-3348375400091430088?l=aimeeren.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aimeeren.blogspot.com/feeds/3348375400091430088/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7892891&amp;postID=3348375400091430088&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7892891/posts/default/3348375400091430088'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7892891/posts/default/3348375400091430088'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aimeeren.blogspot.com/2007/08/my-friends-keep-on-pushing-me-to-write.html' title=''/><author><name>Aimee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17747976854153984826</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ytpt8B1QxcI/S2pnWT45D6I/AAAAAAAAAp0/lJVL2mj4oKg/S220/DSC04912.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7892891.post-5560977539138773989</id><published>2007-08-12T00:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-12T00:37:29.964-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My first week of work.. in pictures!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_ytpt8B1QxcI/Rr63d9exhzI/AAAAAAAAAOk/znk0OfXlrcQ/s1600-h/Picture+059.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; 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display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_ytpt8B1QxcI/Rr63dNexhxI/AAAAAAAAAOU/u-aB7O5UcY4/s320/Picture+079.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5097713540692805394" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_ytpt8B1QxcI/Rr63ddexhyI/AAAAAAAAAOc/qNOFMJUYTIA/s1600-h/Picture+087.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_ytpt8B1QxcI/Rr63ddexhyI/AAAAAAAAAOc/qNOFMJUYTIA/s320/Picture+087.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5097713544987772706" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7892891-5560977539138773989?l=aimeeren.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aimeeren.blogspot.com/feeds/5560977539138773989/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7892891&amp;postID=5560977539138773989&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7892891/posts/default/5560977539138773989'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7892891/posts/default/5560977539138773989'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aimeeren.blogspot.com/2007/08/my-first-week-of-work-in-pictures.html' title='My first week of work.. in pictures!'/><author><name>Aimee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17747976854153984826</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ytpt8B1QxcI/S2pnWT45D6I/AAAAAAAAAp0/lJVL2mj4oKg/S220/DSC04912.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_ytpt8B1QxcI/Rr63d9exhzI/AAAAAAAAAOk/znk0OfXlrcQ/s72-c/Picture+059.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7892891.post-3550778711401130113</id><published>2007-08-04T07:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-05T01:19:12.999-07:00</updated><title type='text'>confessions of a yuppie apartment hunter</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;font-family:georgia;" &gt;With almost no money and no transportation, I braved the streets of makati to look for an apartment since I start work this Monday. I don't know why I wore my mom's brown long skirt and one of my favorite light brown tops. This is probably my official probinsyana look! :)  Plus I felt really comfortable with my whole attire. So anyway, I met my friend Mil at a 24 hour convenience store while she was cramming a lunch meal before we start our apartment hunting. So anyway, after a quick trip to the CR, we went ahead and rode on the first bus. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-family: georgia;font-family:georgia;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Makati Executive Tower&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;font-family:georgia;" &gt;They had so many posters indicating that they had vacancies so we quickly went on to inquire about their residential units. The girl we spoke to was really nice although since it was a Saturday, she was the only one there. And most of the times, she was not really aware of the details we wanted to know. Especially because we were there to canvas and to get the best value for our money. So anyway, we just decided to go ahead and see the units. The first one she showed us was a 1 bed room unit. However, there were still people occupying it so it was mostly messy and crowded while we were looking at it. The room reminded me of a japanese low cost housing since the door panel separating the room from the kitchen/sala was a wood panel that resembled most of those with the Japanese. With all their stuff gone, that place would actually do if not for the fact that I thought it was a living hell! It was so hot in there. In the bedroom while we were looking, there was a big man sleeping and the whole time I was thinking, How the hell could he do that? I mean it was really hot! I mean, that place + snow, I would probably take with no questions. But the heat? I don't know. It was 10,800 inclusive of dues. (which i mistook for electricity and water dues.) hehehe. administrative dues lang pala un. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;font-family:georgia;" &gt;The girl showed us another room naman. A 2 bedroom unit. It was actually so spacious. but it was 18,000. Scratch that from the list. I don't have that kind of money right now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So anyway, she also offered us a small office unit. It was cheaper that both the rooms because it was mainly a space plus a rest room. And the floor had no tiles. I think it was only for 6,500. Which I still could accept if not for the fact that the window is facing the car ramp for the parking. So basically, we can expect 2-3 cars rolling over us every 30 minutes. Thats how people near an airport probably feels like!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The verdict: Well the first room was actually the best from the rooms we have seen. Still it was still pricey for the potential heat we would have to endure if we got the unit. However, with that price includes free use of the gym, pool and sauna. Not bad. But we were determined to see better offers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Royal Dormitories&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;In fairness to this place in Akle Street, it is clean for a dormitory. The heat was still there. Its still pricey for us. 6K for a room for 2. It was a very small room for that price. And with all the rooms I thought most of it occupants couldn't bear to shut the door for fear of losing breath while inside it. Plus the bathrooms and shower rooms were in a common area.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Valero Area&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;We tried to see if there was a remote chance that a cheap condominium unit was near the vicinity but we didn't find any. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We went for a quick break at McDonalds valero to check on our friend Aimee if she could come with us at San Antonio Village. However, our friend was still finishing something so we went on and rode another bus.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;San Antonio Village&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;We were told that there were a lot of cheap apartments and houses renting rooms at this area. So with no transportation whatsoever, we started walking and look for signs hanging in front of houses. The first we saw was an apartment for 8,000. With two bedrooms, that could be great for four persons however there was no one there to show us the place. Then we saw another sign looking for bedspacers. In the remote chance that the place was clean, I would have no problems with it. But when we went to inquire, the person in charge told us, "sorry no vacancy!" And then we saw a small compound that looked like a series of apartment rooms. We asked if there were available rooms and there was still one left. The housekeeper showed us a studio type unit. It had its own CR and kitchen/sink. It was big enough for three people and it was for 6,600. So far, the best value for the money we were willing to pay. However, its still hot inside the room and we would have to bring our own aircon if we couldn't endure the heat. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;On our way home, we rode a tricycle driver who thought that Pasong Tamo was the same as Pasong Tirad. So after shelling out 30 pesos to pay for a long ride, we were ever farther from our next bus ride. After walking a little more, we found our way and one jeep and a bus later, Mil and I separated ways.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;On my own, I rode a baby bus (for those who don't know, these are non-air conditioned bus with super colorful body paints. :) I think most of these go to Cavite. I was so sleepy while on my way home so hugging my bag tight, I started to fall asleep. I woke up when we were in Bacoor because the bus driver allegedly brush off some guy and the guy was quick to call the police and file a complaint. All the people inside the bus were curious and grumpy as they were settling the complaint. However, the bus driver apologized and 5 minutes later we were on our way again. Ung driver at mga konductors were all really grumpy. For some reason they were mocking the guy for not looking while crossing the road. And all the while I was thinking, that was really stupid. To be the one mocking a person when a big bus almost killed him. Humans should always have the right of way. Tsk tsk! 20 minutes later, we were still having problems with our driver and we found out that he was still in his training period to be a bus driver himself.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;font-family:georgia;" &gt;Things I've learned: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;font-family:georgia;" &gt;1. Mostly anything in makati you can go back and forth at while riding a bus for 10 pesos. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;2. The closer you want to live in makati central business district, the more money it takes since houses within the vicinity costs a lot.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;3. Its still pays to have your own car when you are unsure of where to go to or if you are looking for something.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;4. It pays to bring an umbrella whether to fight the sun or sudden rain.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;5. Its hard to do a job you are not good at (for the bus driver)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;To all my friends, I start work tomorrow. For the meantime, I have to go back and forth from Cavite to Makati. I hope I make it through this month..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7892891-3550778711401130113?l=aimeeren.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aimeeren.blogspot.com/feeds/3550778711401130113/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7892891&amp;postID=3550778711401130113&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7892891/posts/default/3550778711401130113'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7892891/posts/default/3550778711401130113'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aimeeren.blogspot.com/2007/08/confessions-of-yuppie-apartment-hunter.html' title='confessions of a yuppie apartment hunter'/><author><name>Aimee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17747976854153984826</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ytpt8B1QxcI/S2pnWT45D6I/AAAAAAAAAp0/lJVL2mj4oKg/S220/DSC04912.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7892891.post-2223246971362058103</id><published>2007-08-02T23:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-03T00:20:23.107-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I was  watching  Wowowee kanina.  And during one of the games , they had  3 contestants to answer  one question.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Host: Kung ang whistle ay pito, ano naman ang whisper?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Contestant 1: Modess?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Contestant 2:  Napkin?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Contestant 3: Silbato?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Host: Ano ba kayo? Tropang Trumpo???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ano ba talaga ang whisper???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.pg-india.com/hhcl/pack-whisper.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://www.pg-india.com/hhcl/pack-whisper.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They were referring to this. Bilib naman ako sa p&amp;amp;g dahil people thought of their product rather than the meaning of the word. Ibig sabihin ang lakas ng brand recall nila. Parang the way people use the term colgate to mean toothpaste or xerox to mean photocopy. Kasi nga naman dun sila familiar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And oh the last answer silbato was I think another term for whistle.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7892891-2223246971362058103?l=aimeeren.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aimeeren.blogspot.com/feeds/2223246971362058103/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7892891&amp;postID=2223246971362058103&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7892891/posts/default/2223246971362058103'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7892891/posts/default/2223246971362058103'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aimeeren.blogspot.com/2007/08/i-was-watching-wowowee-kanina.html' title=''/><author><name>Aimee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17747976854153984826</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ytpt8B1QxcI/S2pnWT45D6I/AAAAAAAAAp0/lJVL2mj4oKg/S220/DSC04912.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7892891.post-919840788031669221</id><published>2007-07-31T08:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-31T09:40:48.129-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Patience.. is such a long long road... but wait!</title><content type='html'>Meet the newest member of the employed group!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_ytpt8B1QxcI/Rq9WcdexhqI/AAAAAAAAANc/cv-jcPXgKvg/s1600-h/IMG_0346.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_ytpt8B1QxcI/Rq9WcdexhqI/AAAAAAAAANc/cv-jcPXgKvg/s320/IMG_0346.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5093384750529349282" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:85%;" &gt;You'll never guess where this pic was taken&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;All my bags were about to be packed.. I was ready to go.. but oh no! Life is really so ironic.. 24 hours ago.. I was set to leave the country two weeks from now.. for vacation and also try opportunities abroad.. but what do you know.. God really has plans for me... after all the prayers!!! It was a good thing I waited for it.. for the best job for me.. for the best offer.. I won't go into details muna para I don't spoil anything pero.. I'm starting work on Monday. It's great kasi I'm working with familiar people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Pleasure Seeking&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;I don't remember how we ended up with this name. But our college barkada aka pleasure seekers found some underlying meaning to it. Biblical daw. Hmm. Anyway.. we had a pseudo-despedida party last Sunday because we thought that it was the last time this year that most of us would see each other. In as much as we wanted to do activities.. our meeting turned out to be a talkfest! Mamamil and I were the first there at around 1pm and we went home past 11 already! More than ten hours together and we still had so many things to say! So many things to reminisce.. and so many booboos to laugh at!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;We looked so poised pa here.. with all that whipped cream in front of us&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_ytpt8B1QxcI/Rq9ieNexhsI/AAAAAAAAANs/wKTFSVH8t9E/s1600-h/949103765_c363a5d8b6.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_ytpt8B1QxcI/Rq9ieNexhsI/AAAAAAAAANs/wKTFSVH8t9E/s200/949103765_c363a5d8b6.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5093397974733653698" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Our choice of weapons&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_ytpt8B1QxcI/Rq9iedexhtI/AAAAAAAAAN0/rT5fcZlGCzM/s1600-h/949947106_d5e8646218.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_ytpt8B1QxcI/Rq9iedexhtI/AAAAAAAAAN0/rT5fcZlGCzM/s200/949947106_d5e8646218.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5093397979028621010" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;BANGer sisters&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_ytpt8B1QxcI/Rq9jj9exhuI/AAAAAAAAAN8/pMwL-juS-xM/s1600-h/Picture+034.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_ytpt8B1QxcI/Rq9jj9exhuI/AAAAAAAAAN8/pMwL-juS-xM/s200/Picture+034.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5093399173029529314" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Our lamest attempt to look like a Korean barkada&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_ytpt8B1QxcI/Rq9jlNexhwI/AAAAAAAAAOM/GKj-J4nmfFU/s1600-h/Picture+028.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_ytpt8B1QxcI/Rq9jlNexhwI/AAAAAAAAAOM/GKj-J4nmfFU/s200/Picture+028.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5093399194504365826" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I love this girls!&lt;/span&gt; Too bad Aimee, Kate, Norbs and Donna weren't there.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_ytpt8B1QxcI/Rq9id9exhrI/AAAAAAAAANk/35Nk3oTMKtE/s1600-h/949981974_71dabba2cb.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_ytpt8B1QxcI/Rq9id9exhrI/AAAAAAAAANk/35Nk3oTMKtE/s200/949981974_71dabba2cb.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5093397970438686386" border="0" /&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/7892891-919840788031669221?l=aimeeren.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aimeeren.blogspot.com/feeds/919840788031669221/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7892891&amp;postID=919840788031669221&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7892891/posts/default/919840788031669221'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7892891/posts/default/919840788031669221'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aimeeren.blogspot.com/2007/07/patience-is-such-long-long-road-but.html' title='Patience.. is such a long long road... but wait!'/><author><name>Aimee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17747976854153984826</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ytpt8B1QxcI/S2pnWT45D6I/AAAAAAAAAp0/lJVL2mj4oKg/S220/DSC04912.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_ytpt8B1QxcI/Rq9WcdexhqI/AAAAAAAAANc/cv-jcPXgKvg/s72-c/IMG_0346.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7892891.post-4116944748624970446</id><published>2007-07-28T08:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-28T09:01:47.980-07:00</updated><title type='text'>weakness</title><content type='html'>there's something about intelligent guys that makes my knees tremble with excitement and my heart beat 10 times faster...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;give me that and a great smile.. and all else fades away...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7892891-4116944748624970446?l=aimeeren.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aimeeren.blogspot.com/feeds/4116944748624970446/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7892891&amp;postID=4116944748624970446&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7892891/posts/default/4116944748624970446'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7892891/posts/default/4116944748624970446'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aimeeren.blogspot.com/2007/07/weakness.html' title='weakness'/><author><name>Aimee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17747976854153984826</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ytpt8B1QxcI/S2pnWT45D6I/AAAAAAAAAp0/lJVL2mj4oKg/S220/DSC04912.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7892891.post-8589816909388882977</id><published>2007-07-26T17:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-26T17:36:56.121-07:00</updated><title type='text'>finish it!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I got this from janel's site kaya lang hindi naman niya alam kaya hindi ko nalang siya i-aacknowledge. sabihin mo nalang cris lupe!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Hi my name is...&lt;br /&gt;aimee&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Never in my life have I..&lt;br /&gt;used illegal drugs&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. The one person who can drive me&lt;br /&gt;nuts..&lt;br /&gt;my mom. without even trying.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. High School...&lt;br /&gt;an endless talent show for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. When I'm nervous...&lt;br /&gt;I pound on my chest. literally.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. The last time I cried was...&lt;br /&gt;when I watched joy luck club two weeks ago. na naman. labo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. If I were to get married right now&lt;br /&gt;my maid of honor/best man...&lt;br /&gt;camzi siyempre. pero kung may asawa na siya that time.. hanap ako iba. &lt;wink!&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. My hair is...&lt;br /&gt;all over my face because of the electric fan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. When I was 5...&lt;br /&gt;I was such a darling. promise.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. Last Christmas...&lt;br /&gt;mahina ang kita sa pamasko. hahaha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11. I should be...&lt;br /&gt;working by now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12. When I look down I see...&lt;br /&gt;my water container with orange juice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13. By this time next year...&lt;br /&gt;I hoping for a lot so secret muna!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;16. My current annoyance.&lt;br /&gt;bodyache&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;17. I have a hard time understanding...&lt;br /&gt;narrow-minded people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;18. There's this girl I know who...&lt;br /&gt;is excited to see me again!!! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;19. You know I like you when...&lt;br /&gt;I would do anything for you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;20. If I won an award, the first person&lt;br /&gt;I would tell would be...&lt;br /&gt;my momma.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;21. Take my advice...&lt;br /&gt;Don't live life with regrets.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;22. My ideal breakfast..&lt;br /&gt;scrambled eggs. I don't know why. pancakes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;23. If you visited the place I was&lt;br /&gt;born...&lt;br /&gt;the hospital? I'd ask you if you are a stalker for going there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;24. I plan to visit someone...&lt;br /&gt;real soon. sooner than we thought.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;25. If you spend the night at my&lt;br /&gt;house.....&lt;br /&gt;we'll watch DVDs, eat, watch tv. talk. talk. laugh. talk. sleep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;26. I'd stop my wedding if...&lt;br /&gt;I won't stop my own wedding.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;27. The world could do without...&lt;br /&gt;a lot of things and attitude.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;28. I'd rather lick the belly of a&lt;br /&gt;cockroach than..&lt;br /&gt;go sparring with a crocodile.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;29. Most recent thing I've bought&lt;br /&gt;myself...&lt;br /&gt;nothing. have no money for anything. maybe food.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;30. Most recent thing someone else&lt;br /&gt;bought for me...&lt;br /&gt;clothes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;31. My favorite blonde is...&lt;br /&gt;gwen stefani.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;32. My favorite brunette is...&lt;br /&gt;rachel bilson, julia roberts&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;33. My favorite redhead is...&lt;br /&gt;I used to have one.. I forgot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;33. My favorite grayhead is...&lt;br /&gt;I forgot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;34. My middle name is...&lt;br /&gt;Villamar&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;35. This morning I...&lt;br /&gt;cooked hotdog and scrambled eggs. and ate them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;36. The animals I would like to see&lt;br /&gt;giraffe!!!!!! koala!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;37. One time, at a bar...&lt;br /&gt;I was drunk. Ran off while my shirt was up.. and then end up sitting on a stairwell.. the next scenes are not too decent. hehehe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;38. Last night I was...&lt;br /&gt;watching 24 season 3 for the second time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;39. There's this guy I know who..&lt;br /&gt;I would love to be friends again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;40. I don't understand..&lt;br /&gt;myself. hehehe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;41. A better name for me would be...&lt;br /&gt;no need for that. I like my name.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;42. Tomorrow I am...&lt;br /&gt;going to persuade my cousin to treat me somewhere.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;43. my birthday is....&lt;br /&gt;October 28. Let's go Sts. Simon and Jude!&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/7892891-8589816909388882977?l=aimeeren.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aimeeren.blogspot.com/feeds/8589816909388882977/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7892891&amp;postID=8589816909388882977&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7892891/posts/default/8589816909388882977'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7892891/posts/default/8589816909388882977'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aimeeren.blogspot.com/2007/07/finish-it.html' title='finish it!'/><author><name>Aimee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17747976854153984826</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ytpt8B1QxcI/S2pnWT45D6I/AAAAAAAAAp0/lJVL2mj4oKg/S220/DSC04912.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7892891.post-6068724052658985918</id><published>2007-07-21T06:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-25T06:00:51.327-07:00</updated><title type='text'>where's my usual magic?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I have been a pesky little brat. Just because I can't get a job, I feel so down, so sad, so bitter and basically helpless. My friends keep telling me that I am good at what I do. That they all saw me and at my best and with that I am capable of anything. My friends who gradated ahead of me kept telling me that life at work is so much different and harder. Looking for a job, acing an interview was such a difficult task. Not for me. Or so I thought. If there was something I am good at.. its interviews. Every recitation, every thesis defense I aced because I know what I am saying and I can say it well. But now, it seems that I can't get a job that would only require an interview. Maybe its because I don't easily have rapport with people I talk with. I love challenging what other people think. And maybe that makes me a little unlikeable with HR during interviews. I really don't know why. I really don't know what to do. Every job interview I went to.. I go out feeling that they will call the next day and give me a damn job offer. But weeks will pass and therefore I shall know that my job application is unsuccessful. My friends tell me its because I don't really know what I want to do. I think they are right.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However, I was born a fighter. I feel so stupid for letting my recent failures to influence my usual "magic." That includes confidence, charms, wit and other people related skills. I feel guilty nonetheless because I have a pack of friends and relatives who pushes me to not give up.. and I just keep on whining. I am such a complaining irritant.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Having said that, if there's one great quality I have.. its the ability to move on with utmost speed. I mean, right after the next day of my "lowest point" I woke up feeling that it was a brand new day. And so... when all else fails.. I seek the only opinion that I value with all my heart.&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; God's. &lt;/span&gt;Ever since I started job hunting, I have asked for his guidance and his control over my life.. and maybe it is His will for me to be unemployed. Maybe it is His will for me to fail and see His plans through.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Right after all that.. I bounced back. Ready to try again. And suddenly my mom told me that I am going with her to US this August. Pending all my job applications, I just couldn't say no to it. So yes.. barely a month from now, I shall board a plane again. And have a vacation, look for a new beginning.. I really don't know but for the first time this year.. I felt again that possibilities are endless. I'm excited and scared at the same time. But having something to hope for gives me euphoria.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;If you really want to.. you can just look around and see a lot of things to be happy about &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7892891-6068724052658985918?l=aimeeren.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aimeeren.blogspot.com/feeds/6068724052658985918/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7892891&amp;postID=6068724052658985918&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7892891/posts/default/6068724052658985918'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7892891/posts/default/6068724052658985918'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aimeeren.blogspot.com/2007/07/wheres-my-usual-magic.html' title='where&apos;s my usual magic?'/><author><name>Aimee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17747976854153984826</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ytpt8B1QxcI/S2pnWT45D6I/AAAAAAAAAp0/lJVL2mj4oKg/S220/DSC04912.JPG'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7892891.post-1690952101083354235</id><published>2007-07-20T08:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-20T14:19:55.484-07:00</updated><title type='text'>lead me Lord</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;font-size:85%;" &gt;I think I am approaching the lowest point in my life.. and because I feel that everything is failing and falling, I think I need SILENCE in my life. I need to be silent so that I may hear what He plans for me. I haven't been listening for a long time, and now I feel so shattered. Lead me. Lord, please lead me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7892891-1690952101083354235?l=aimeeren.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aimeeren.blogspot.com/feeds/1690952101083354235/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7892891&amp;postID=1690952101083354235&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7892891/posts/default/1690952101083354235'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7892891/posts/default/1690952101083354235'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aimeeren.blogspot.com/2007/07/lead-me-lord.html' title='lead me Lord'/><author><name>Aimee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17747976854153984826</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ytpt8B1QxcI/S2pnWT45D6I/AAAAAAAAAp0/lJVL2mj4oKg/S220/DSC04912.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7892891.post-9054294726829310752</id><published>2007-07-15T12:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-17T05:39:07.594-07:00</updated><title type='text'>In other news..</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;My cousin Teyz is pregnant!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_ytpt8B1QxcI/RpyzixRKFHI/AAAAAAAAANU/uuypYQQj-zE/s1600-h/CIMG1738.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_ytpt8B1QxcI/RpyzixRKFHI/AAAAAAAAANU/uuypYQQj-zE/s320/CIMG1738.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5088139088944043122" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;                                   &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;I am not sure if I can make a public announcement about it on my blog. But what the heck! A baby is always a blessing.. :) My cousin's tummy is so big already even if its just barely 4 months!!! I'm really excited about it. Teyz, Camz and I grew are the only cousins in the family who grew up together because other cousins were either too old or too young. We wanted to have a large pack of kids growing up together like we did. Although this time, we are hoping that we have more boys in the family!! Our family are mostly girls that is why women in our clan are very strong, independent and outspoken. Now, I can't help but be glad that the first in the next generation is almost here. The ultimate kuya or ate!! :) Meanwhile, a few years from now, I hope I could be true to our agreement of having many kids in the future.&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/7892891-9054294726829310752?l=aimeeren.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aimeeren.blogspot.com/feeds/9054294726829310752/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7892891&amp;postID=9054294726829310752&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7892891/posts/default/9054294726829310752'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7892891/posts/default/9054294726829310752'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aimeeren.blogspot.com/2007/07/in-other-news.html' title='In other news..'/><author><name>Aimee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17747976854153984826</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ytpt8B1QxcI/S2pnWT45D6I/AAAAAAAAAp0/lJVL2mj4oKg/S220/DSC04912.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_ytpt8B1QxcI/RpyzixRKFHI/AAAAAAAAANU/uuypYQQj-zE/s72-c/CIMG1738.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7892891.post-1975999351855770000</id><published>2007-07-15T11:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-15T11:58:12.807-07:00</updated><title type='text'>my life.. pretty much sucks right now!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;For the last few days, I have been finding comfort in my own house, my room, my DVD player and my internet connection. I never really liked going out for parties and other loud activities unless I am there to catch up with old friends. Its that, or I go out to watch movies. Its just whenever I attempt to break from the shield of my home, random people ask me how I have been doing and what I have been up to. Its the same thing as before. NOTHING. I feel so bad. Because technically, I am waiting for job applications processing. It would have been better if I was somewhere on a vacation while waiting for that job offer call. And begging for atleast a month to start working would be my immediate reaction. Not like now. I feel like someone who was last to be chosen to join a team.. the only difference is the teams are not simultaneously picking teams like how they show it in the movies. Corporate world from the human resources perspective is not actually a very fast paced department in this country. So now, a month after my ranting and I still feel useless. But I would give in after this month.. get a job from a department and industry I don't like for the sake of working.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In other news, &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;I was actually out last Wednesday to meet my cousin's best friend Haphi. Usually I would dread the 2 hour drive to go to a restaurant especially since I have been sick for a week now. My chest is about to explode from all the coughing. Back to last Wed, well we ate at Chilis so we ordered the bottomless tortilla chips which was very appropriate since Haphi was late. By almost 2 hours. When she came, we felt so bloated that we didn't actually get to refill our chips. Plus I had a hard time ordering because I wanted something with a very strong taste because as I've said in my previous post, my tastebuds have been inactive for quite some time now. Ate Izel told me that whatever restaurant I went to, I would order the same thing. Pork Chop, tenderloin, sirloin, chicken (any kind), or bbq. Well what can I say, I am such a carnivorous person. Hehe. I wanted to prove her wrong so I ordered the mahi-mahi special but immediately changed it when I found out that they were spicy. I ordered the next thing I saw, grilled pork chops with cheese toppings. I think she's right. Something on my mind would let me live as a vegetarian. Tsk tsk. Anyway, I think we only talked for about an hour.. but if there's one thing I learned, its that when you feel the shittiest, you go back to old friends, recall the happy times and you'll remember what you are really made of. Here are some of our pictures:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_ytpt8B1QxcI/RppqvhRKFDI/AAAAAAAAAM0/GJPYwUhDv3E/s1600-h/Picture+002.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_ytpt8B1QxcI/RppqvhRKFDI/AAAAAAAAAM0/GJPYwUhDv3E/s200/Picture+002.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5087496093685126194" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_ytpt8B1QxcI/RppqwhRKFFI/AAAAAAAAANE/M3MB_5XaSD8/s1600-h/Picture+003.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_ytpt8B1QxcI/RppqwhRKFFI/AAAAAAAAANE/M3MB_5XaSD8/s200/Picture+003.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5087496110864995410" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_ytpt8B1QxcI/RppqwxRKFGI/AAAAAAAAANM/D_kSRzHFpb0/s1600-h/Picture+011.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_ytpt8B1QxcI/RppqwxRKFGI/AAAAAAAAANM/D_kSRzHFpb0/s200/Picture+011.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5087496115159962722" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7892891-1975999351855770000?l=aimeeren.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aimeeren.blogspot.com/feeds/1975999351855770000/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7892891&amp;postID=1975999351855770000&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7892891/posts/default/1975999351855770000'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7892891/posts/default/1975999351855770000'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aimeeren.blogspot.com/2007/07/my-life-pretty-much-sucks-right-now.html' title='my life.. pretty much sucks right now!'/><author><name>Aimee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17747976854153984826</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ytpt8B1QxcI/S2pnWT45D6I/AAAAAAAAAp0/lJVL2mj4oKg/S220/DSC04912.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_ytpt8B1QxcI/RppqvhRKFDI/AAAAAAAAAM0/GJPYwUhDv3E/s72-c/Picture+002.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7892891.post-1472535070325283870</id><published>2007-07-07T21:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-07T23:21:47.000-07:00</updated><title type='text'>sick, tired and tasteless</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Volare, oh oh, e contare, oh oh oh oh&lt;br /&gt;Nel blu, dipinto di blu, felice di stare lassu&lt;br /&gt;E volavo, volavo felice piu in alto del sole ed ancora piu su&lt;br /&gt;Mentre il mondo pian piano spariva lontano laggiu&lt;br /&gt;Una musica dolce suonava soltanto per me&lt;br /&gt;Volare, oh oh, e cantare, oh oh oh oh&lt;br /&gt;No wonder my happy heart sings, your love has given me wings&lt;br /&gt;Nel blu, dipinto di blu, felice di stare lassu&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know why the radio was playing that song. I don't even know what the song means. I just heard it again. A slower one by Frank Sinatra I think. So anyway, I have been sick for almost 3 days now. Actually my dad was sick. Then he got better, and my mom, our house helper and I got sick. My dad refused to admit that it was his virus that caught us. We all have the same thing. Cough, colds and fever. I guess its because of the constant weather and temperature changes.  Yeah o well. Because of this, I just lost my precious taste buds. Waah! Ang tanga ko pa. Hindi ko pa napansin agad. Palibhasa mahilig talaga ako kumain. I just thought matabang. I mean. grabe. I just bought chips ahoy with chunky chocolate pieces and white chocolate fudge.. and I realized.. hindi ko man lang siya malalasahan. kainis. so after three tasteless pieces of chocolate chip cookie, I have decided to wait out. Sayang naman ang pera ko diba. The only thing that I enjoy now is my iced tea. Kahit matabang siya, it reminds me of the iced tea na binebenta sa CSA nuon. Sobrang tabang. pero still mabenta siya. It kinda makes me happy. Hehehe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_ytpt8B1QxcI/RpB60cc2V8I/AAAAAAAAAMc/--AjABDY5_0/s1600-h/Uaap_logo.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_ytpt8B1QxcI/RpB60cc2V8I/AAAAAAAAAMc/--AjABDY5_0/s200/Uaap_logo.gif" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5084699020710270914" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I watched the first ever UAAP game again. Yup. La Salle is back!!! I'm so glad. I only watched it on tv though because of some misunderstanding on transportation. Sabi ng friend ko, if you're planning something, dapat i-confirm mo pa. ata. Labo. I never heard of such thing. Well anyway nasayang tuloy ung ticket ko. Sniff! Anyway, it feels good to be back in UAAP. It was such a big thing during the first 2-3 years of my college then thesis ruled the last two years of my college life. Grabe I remember pa we would imitate the pep squad. Take note ung mga guys ung ginagaya namin! Before I entered college, I was already a big fan of the DLSU team. That was the time that Dino Aldeguer shot the half court winning shot. It was all unreal. However, when I entered college, graduate na most of the great players that I would watch on tv before. Fortunately, there is still one great one left:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_ytpt8B1QxcI/RpB60Mc2V7I/AAAAAAAAAMU/aa6gAfN0Hww/s1600-h/ritualo.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_ytpt8B1QxcI/RpB60Mc2V7I/AAAAAAAAAMU/aa6gAfN0Hww/s200/ritualo.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5084699016415303602" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mr. Florendo Ritualo Jr. Renren! :) Wala na akong makitang picture niya with his #4 jersey. Don't get me wrong, I mean the other players were good too. But I admire this guy's passion and drive for playing. Plus he was the captain at that time, the way he took care of his teammates was well.. impressive. This guy made me love basketball so much. Ang galing sobra. When you are watching a crucial game, you can expect this guy to nail 3 pointers from all over the court. Sobrang galing! I never had the courage to ask for his autograph or picture during the 2001 animo party. I totally regret it. But here I can totally say, I am your one big great fan Mr. Ritualo! :)  You redefined collegiate basketball for me. Anyway I can't wait to watch the most hyped-up basketball game!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_ytpt8B1QxcI/RpB-8sc2V-I/AAAAAAAAAMs/Yx0fRpWPnqY/s1600-h/uaap.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_ytpt8B1QxcI/RpB-8sc2V-I/AAAAAAAAAMs/Yx0fRpWPnqY/s200/uaap.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5084703560490702818" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DLSU vs. ADMU! I don't know why this archer wants to kill the bird. I mean during my frosh orientation days, I was told that the Lasallian Archer aimed high right through the sky. But this one is aiming at whatever is infront of him. And this is what they use in UAAP. I think they should change it. During the DLSU vs. UP game yesterday it looked like the archer wanted to kill a naked man. Hehe. Whatever. Still I guess one year break from UAAP did a lot of good for the team. Ang galing nila. Whatever Coach Franz' system is... its working. and oh! Cholo scored 19 points. He deserves this. I just hope he continues to play this way this season. No more injuries or anything. I don't think UAAP has seen how great this player is.&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/7892891-1472535070325283870?l=aimeeren.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aimeeren.blogspot.com/feeds/1472535070325283870/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7892891&amp;postID=1472535070325283870&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7892891/posts/default/1472535070325283870'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7892891/posts/default/1472535070325283870'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aimeeren.blogspot.com/2007/07/sick-tired-and-tasteless.html' title='sick, tired and tasteless'/><author><name>Aimee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17747976854153984826</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ytpt8B1QxcI/S2pnWT45D6I/AAAAAAAAAp0/lJVL2mj4oKg/S220/DSC04912.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_ytpt8B1QxcI/RpB60cc2V8I/AAAAAAAAAMc/--AjABDY5_0/s72-c/Uaap_logo.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7892891.post-868299419778018348</id><published>2007-06-30T15:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-03T06:21:15.420-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I live. I crush. I die... FROM HUMILIATION</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style=";font-family:courier new;font-size:78%;"  &gt;I was already trying to sleep a few minutes ago when I realized something. Half of my most &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;embarrassing&lt;/span&gt; moments happened in front of someone I like. Looking back, I can now laugh at those moments but I felt so awkward during these times! I even prayed for a lot of nights that I would be lucky enough to have amnesia and just forget what happened to me! So brace yourself to a series of unfortunate events to be unfold..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:courier new;font-size:78%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:courier new;font-size:78%;"  &gt;*Names of actual crushes have been changed to avoid &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_58"&gt;unnecessary&lt;/span&gt; damage and insult to the writer's reputation. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_59"&gt;hehe&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:courier new;font-size:78%;"  &gt;When I was in grade school, I had a poor concept of romantic relationships. Suffice to say, it was non-existent. I simply was clueless about it. I had a crush on my classmate, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Raffy&lt;/span&gt;. Now during that time, we had a lot of books, notebooks and other stuffs in our backpack. I think I was already in grade 5 or 6 at this time.. and we were simply too cool for bag trolleys at this age. Not all of us had lockers because we only had a few in school but we had bookshelves in our classrooms and everyone in class had one. I don't know how the each shelf was assigned to us but my space was ironically on top of &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Raffy's&lt;/span&gt;. And seeing the great opportunity in this situation, I was able to come up with a plan to have accidental brush offs and conversations with him. I would always make sure that during dismissal, we would be fixing our books at the same time. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Uupo&lt;/span&gt; pa &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;ako&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;sa&lt;/span&gt; floor para &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;maharangan&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;ung&lt;/span&gt; shelf &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;niya&lt;/span&gt; and he would be forced to wait for me.This went on and on and if I would be the first one to be arranging my books, I would really take long before I finish while he patiently wait for me. But during this one time, I was in a bad mood and I just simply want to go home immediately. And so I quickly went to the shelves and brought my books and got up and leave. So as usual, I bent down so that I could reach the middle shelf, I think I even sat on the floor for a while. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;Pero&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;pagtayo&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;ko&lt;/span&gt; on my way to get my bag, I stepped on my skirt and slipped on the floor. I quickly assumed &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;indian&lt;/span&gt; seat position para &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;hindi&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14"&gt;masyado&lt;/span&gt; ma-obvious &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_15"&gt;na&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_16"&gt;nadulas&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_17"&gt;ako&lt;/span&gt;.  Luckily everyone was busy doing their own thing to notice what happened to me. I looked around and tried to find &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_18"&gt;Raffy&lt;/span&gt; and see if he saw my fall. When I didn't see him, I assumed that he might have left the classroom already. However, as I was about to leave, someone whispered in my ear, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"Don't worry, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_19"&gt;ako&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_20"&gt;lang&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_21"&gt;ang&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_22"&gt;nakakita&lt;/span&gt;!" &lt;/span&gt;And what do you know??? It was &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_23"&gt;Raffy&lt;/span&gt;!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:courier new;font-size:78%;"  &gt;Remember when we were in grade school and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_24"&gt;japanese&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_25"&gt;foldable&lt;/span&gt; fans were the in thing? As in. Everybody had a fan even guys! &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_26"&gt;Nakakatawa&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_27"&gt;nga&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_28"&gt;kasi&lt;/span&gt; I think during that time there were a lot of designs but new fans smelled like sour wood. So if you had a new fan, you'd really have to shower it with cologne or perfume. After some time, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_29"&gt;nauso&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_30"&gt;naman&lt;/span&gt; to write on each other's fans and leave a short note for a friend. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_31"&gt;Nakakatawa&lt;/span&gt; pa &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_32"&gt;coz&lt;/span&gt; during that time I think there were only 8-10 thin wood pieces to write on &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_33"&gt;kaya&lt;/span&gt; piling &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_34"&gt;pili&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_35"&gt;talaga&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_36"&gt;ang&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_37"&gt;makakasulat&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_38"&gt;sa&lt;/span&gt; fan mo. My fan was filled with names of crushes and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_39"&gt;code names&lt;/span&gt; written by my friends. As in Paul, Nico and other names of higher batch schoolmates that I had a crush on plus some fantasy dates and moments written on it. When I think about it now, I feel such a major loser. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_40"&gt;Haha&lt;/span&gt;. So anyway, when I was about to come home with my cousin who was a year ahead of me, she gave me my fan. So I was kinda confused why my fan was with her. She told me that I might have left it in the girl's bathroom and Paul's girlfriend saw it and gave it to her. How &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_41"&gt;embarrassing&lt;/span&gt; is that????&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:courier new;font-size:78%;"  &gt;Now when I was in grade six, somebody from my class had made a love letter to a seventh grader. I know this because I was able to read the letter before she gave it to him. Our classmate showed it to most of us to get our opinions about it. I forgot my reaction but whatever we said could have pushed her to give it. But if she would have solely asked me, I bet I would have told her not to give it because she'll just regret it. And then one time after lunch, as we were on our way to our classrooms, I saw the guy. He was questioning a few people from our class. I was not aware of what he was asking but I became curious because they started to look at me. So finally we were in our classrooms, I asked my classmate what that guy was asking. Imagine how I felt when I heard that he was asking for my name. He said he wanted to know the name of his admirer. So I thought to myself this was impossible because I mean for sure when he knew my name it was not the same as the one in the letter. However, my classmate who wrote it, wrote sender as girl from sixth grade section D. There were more than twenty girls in our class whom he could have thought to be his admirer.. but what do you know? He pinpointed me. I don't know if I looked &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_42"&gt;stalkerish&lt;/span&gt; at that time but I think I started a rally in front of his friends saying that I was not his admirer. I look back now and that move is probably more &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_43"&gt;embarrassing&lt;/span&gt; than the fact that he thought I liked him. I'm such a loser. hahaha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:courier new;font-size:78%;"  &gt;During sixth grade too we were made to check test papers of people from other sections. Since our teacher wanted to be sure that we are impartial with our checking, he was the one who handed the papers we would checked. I got to check a paper of this supposedly popular cute  guy who I didn't know at that time. so when one of my gay classmates asked whose paper I was checking, I said the guy's name. Let's call him Francis. After that, my classmate made a big deal about it and told everyone that I had a crush on Francis. Now this was the time, na anything your classmates say na pinagtutulungan ka would make you mad. So I think I overdid it with the denial that they ended up thinking I really like this guy. After that class, recess time. Imagine my embarassment when Francis was in our classroom's door, I think he was looking for his friend in our class, and everyone was calling me and telling me that Francis was there. And everyone was pointing me to him. Nabingi na ata ako sa "yiheeeeee!" ng mga classmates ko! They were laughing and teasing me. A year after, he was my classmate. But this time, I knew him already and I actually had a crush on him. He turned out to be cute and charming pala. And I thought wala na tapos na ung incident na yun. But one time, he was my groupmate in Math and I tried to make small talk during breaktime. I told him this joke that would entail me to hold his hand. During the joke, he kept looking at me and my face simultaneously.. then he told me, "Gusto mo lang ata mahawakan kamay ko e!" I forgot my reaction pero I think binitawan ko ung kamay niya and inirapan ko siya. Pero super pahiya ako dun kasi bukong-buko e. Gustong makaiskor! Hahaha! If I only blush, siguro super pula ko na that time. But anyway, we ended being good friends during high school.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:courier new;font-size:78%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;In other news,&lt;/span&gt; I have just finished watching Grey's Anatomy Season 3 and as usual, the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_44"&gt;tv&lt;/span&gt; show left me hanging and wanting more. What I like about this show is that there are so many characters that a person can relate to. I mean usually we see ourselves in the lead actor's character, but this time its the people around her that I could see myself in. For  the record, I could never relate with Meredith Gray. I think I am a combination of Callie, the insecure wife and Cristina, the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_45"&gt;overcompetitive&lt;/span&gt; intern. Physically and emotionally, I feel as if Callie has portrayed my persona on &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_46"&gt;tv&lt;/span&gt;. She's so tough and soft at the same time and to top it off, she's just so beautiful. Then we have Christina, if I was part of that batch of interns, I would definitely be the person with the type A personality who just stands out by &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_47"&gt;seing&lt;/span&gt; everything as a competition. Then I fall in love... and BOOM! I get a little softer and mushy and sometimes out of control which is something that I detest. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:courier new;font-size:78%;"  &gt;However, I'd probably do the same things she did if I have my very own Preston Burke. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:courier new;font-size:78%;"  &gt;But if I am Christina then &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_48"&gt;Camzi&lt;/span&gt; would definitely be my Meredith Gray. She's my person.  And finally, how could I forget George &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_49"&gt;O'malley&lt;/span&gt;? I'd probably fall in love with my best friend like him. (I can already hear &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_50"&gt;Norbelle&lt;/span&gt; singing &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_51"&gt;Kung&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_52"&gt;ako&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_53"&gt;nalang&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_54"&gt;sana&lt;/span&gt; in the background!!). &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_55"&gt;Hehe&lt;/span&gt;. O well, I really like this &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_56"&gt;tv&lt;/span&gt; series. For a period of time, I was asking myself why I never considered being a surgeon.. then I remembered how I felt when I was holding a frog down and feeling its heart beat in my hands when I was in &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_57"&gt;second&lt;/span&gt; year high school. I was mortified. And I  vowed to get as little science courses as possible during college.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div  style="text-align: left;font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div  style="text-align: center;font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_ytpt8B1QxcI/Rojxzsc2V0I/AAAAAAAAALc/E7LWnhTO3_E/s1600-h/sara-ramirez-got-milk.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_ytpt8B1QxcI/Rojxzsc2V0I/AAAAAAAAALc/E7LWnhTO3_E/s200/sara-ramirez-got-milk.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5082578049895388994" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Callie. In an interview with Oprah she said when the producers saw her act, she was made to choose among ABC's shows and she was the one who chose Grey's Anatomy. How lucky is that? She's so gorgeous here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Sexy Izzie. She changed a lot since her Rosswell days, I'm glad she graduated from teen tv shows&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div  style="text-align: center;font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_ytpt8B1QxcI/Rojxzcc2VzI/AAAAAAAAALU/DQqtpTpb6Sc/s1600-h/katherine-heigl-maxim-hot-100_244x327.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_ytpt8B1QxcI/Rojxzcc2VzI/AAAAAAAAALU/DQqtpTpb6Sc/s200/katherine-heigl-maxim-hot-100_244x327.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5082578045600421682" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;The very pretty Dr. Addison Montgomery. I admire her character's sophistication. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;I love her hair here. I like her with Alex Karev.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div  style="text-align: center;font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_ytpt8B1QxcI/Rojxzcc2VyI/AAAAAAAAALM/TlQgnPIUmJk/s1600-h/kate-walsh-maxim-hot-100_300x366.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_ytpt8B1QxcI/Rojxzcc2VyI/AAAAAAAAALM/TlQgnPIUmJk/s200/kate-walsh-maxim-hot-100_300x366.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5082578045600421666" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="text-decoration: underline;font-size:78%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_ytpt8B1QxcI/RojvmMc2VvI/AAAAAAAAAK0/vH83CPuYrLY/s1600-h/cast_2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_ytpt8B1QxcI/RojvmMc2VvI/AAAAAAAAAK0/vH83CPuYrLY/s200/cast_2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5082575618943899378" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Absolutely hot. I prefer McSteamy over McDreamy. I don't care. I like him. 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I crush. I die... FROM HUMILIATION'/><author><name>Aimee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17747976854153984826</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ytpt8B1QxcI/S2pnWT45D6I/AAAAAAAAAp0/lJVL2mj4oKg/S220/DSC04912.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_ytpt8B1QxcI/Rojxzsc2V0I/AAAAAAAAALc/E7LWnhTO3_E/s72-c/sara-ramirez-got-milk.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7892891.post-8870910993491630782</id><published>2007-06-27T14:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-06-27T14:45:59.826-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Cupcake Cravings</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Its five o-clock in the morning and I am having the ultimate craving for cupcakes!! I don't know why.. it has been days with this cupcakefest on my mind. The thing is, I am not talking about just any cupcake, I'm thinking heavy frosting on top and fudgy moist cake for the base! I can't even think of the exact flavor I want and so I googled some cupcake ideas and what do you know? There a lot of people who take cupcakes seriously. Hurray for cupcake communities!! I got some pictures from http://cupcakestakethecake.blogspot.com.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;CLASSIC CUP: Chocolate cake, thick frosting and sprinkles on top.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_ytpt8B1QxcI/RoLWo8c2VjI/AAAAAAAAAJU/20H5o3g7pNA/s1600-h/631880092_526cf8bc1b_m.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_ytpt8B1QxcI/RoLWo8c2VjI/AAAAAAAAAJU/20H5o3g7pNA/s200/631880092_526cf8bc1b_m.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5080859328537581106" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;FLIP FLOP  TOP&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_ytpt8B1QxcI/RoLWo8c2VkI/AAAAAAAAAJc/ueiGi56pr7Q/s1600-h/602832812_e6898c9abf_m.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_ytpt8B1QxcI/RoLWo8c2VkI/AAAAAAAAAJc/ueiGi56pr7Q/s200/602832812_e6898c9abf_m.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5080859328537581122" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CROWNED CUP&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_ytpt8B1QxcI/RoLWpMc2VlI/AAAAAAAAAJk/t7nbfHbShbY/s1600-h/593931132_341ea75bff_o.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_ytpt8B1QxcI/RoLWpMc2VlI/AAAAAAAAAJk/t7nbfHbShbY/s200/593931132_341ea75bff_o.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5080859332832548434" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;BRIDAL CUP: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And can you believe this? A bride cupcake!! How cute is that??!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_ytpt8B1QxcI/RoLWpMc2VmI/AAAAAAAAAJs/bojfkaeRtEc/s1600-h/577824410_3ed5996902_m.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_ytpt8B1QxcI/RoLWpMc2VmI/AAAAAAAAAJs/bojfkaeRtEc/s200/577824410_3ed5996902_m.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5080859332832548450" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I also joined the mailing list of  http://www.sprinklescupcakes.com/. I'm officialy part of the sprinkles mailing list!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_ytpt8B1QxcI/RoLYjcc2VnI/AAAAAAAAAJ0/IwusE1oXaQs/s1600-h/index_image01.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_ytpt8B1QxcI/RoLYjcc2VnI/AAAAAAAAAJ0/IwusE1oXaQs/s200/index_image01.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5080861433071556210" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is a sample picture of their cupcake.. This is exactly what I had in mind!! I nearly wanted to switch countries and work for them just to taste one cupcake!!! I love it! I looooooooooooooooooooooooove it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know those obsessive-compulsive people who turn to baking whenever they are depressed?? I suddenly wished   I had a sister or cousin or any relative or friend who can bake like that! Gimme some of that! Its funny cause I messaged my friend Cygnet and told her about my cupcake craving, I was hoping she would keep my mind off it. Barely five minutes after, she wanted one too!! :)&lt;br /&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/7892891-8870910993491630782?l=aimeeren.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aimeeren.blogspot.com/feeds/8870910993491630782/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7892891&amp;postID=8870910993491630782&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7892891/posts/default/8870910993491630782'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7892891/posts/default/8870910993491630782'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aimeeren.blogspot.com/2007/06/cupcake-cravings.html' title='Cupcake Cravings'/><author><name>Aimee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17747976854153984826</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ytpt8B1QxcI/S2pnWT45D6I/AAAAAAAAAp0/lJVL2mj4oKg/S220/DSC04912.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_ytpt8B1QxcI/RoLWo8c2VjI/AAAAAAAAAJU/20H5o3g7pNA/s72-c/631880092_526cf8bc1b_m.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7892891.post-3370469420814268605</id><published>2007-06-20T02:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-06-20T04:33:56.487-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Not good enough</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;There's always a wave of sadness that encompasses me once each month in this year. For some unexplainable reason, I feel lonelier, dissatisfied and unsure about myself for a period of time. No, its not about my hormones again. Its not the time of the month. Its just that, there exists a burning desire in me to do better, to accomplish more, to find change and there is nothing happening so I feel such a failure.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The other day, my mom and I had a talk again about my job hunting. It seems that most of the people around her and even her are quite bothered that until now I haven't landed a job. ANY JOB. Naturingan pa akong Lasalista pero wala naman akong makuhang trabaho. The things they say are really hurtful. But I was raised by my mom to not get affected by what other people say. Especially the blatant, uneducated comments. But I guess even my own mom is getting affected. Nakakainis. Its not fun to hear being compared to a lot of people. I mean it was bad enough that I had to go through all that when I was younger. I had no siblings but I had a lot of cousins. And now that I am here facing the real world, trying to brave it and look for a job.. it does not help that there is pressure everywhere. Even from people that I barely talk to. If there's one thing I hate, its really those people who just tell you how you should run your life even if they don't know what is going on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What's bad is, after graduation things like career goals, career path, short-term and long-term goals have been pivotal to my decisions. Yet nobody in my family understands it. Only my ninang who I barely talk to sees my point. The others just don't see why I couldn't just grab any job. Sometimes I also wonder why I just go on and grab the first job that I could get. But my personality has taken some form of detour. i no longer want to make quick and easy decisions without having to think about what I could regret 3-5 years from now. Maybe I am being too careful, after all being penniless means the same thing in all languages. I feel awful that I still can't depend on myself for my necessities.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just wish I could fast forward a little of my life now. Maybe just about 2-3 weeks. Hopefully, by that time I am part of the working group. Until then, I don't expect this feeling of incapability to fly away.. and that feeling of not being good enough is enough reason for me to try harder.&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/7892891-3370469420814268605?l=aimeeren.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aimeeren.blogspot.com/feeds/3370469420814268605/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7892891&amp;postID=3370469420814268605&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7892891/posts/default/3370469420814268605'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7892891/posts/default/3370469420814268605'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aimeeren.blogspot.com/2007/06/not-good-enough.html' title='Not good enough'/><author><name>Aimee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17747976854153984826</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ytpt8B1QxcI/S2pnWT45D6I/AAAAAAAAAp0/lJVL2mj4oKg/S220/DSC04912.JPG'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7892891.post-2500896580361887486</id><published>2007-06-15T07:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-06-16T09:14:12.836-07:00</updated><title type='text'>To the best man that lived on earth</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This post is dedicated to my father, I have listed 64 reasons why he is the best for me! Why 64? read on..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;p style="margin-left: 19.95pt; text-indent: -2.85pt;"&gt;&lt;!--[if !supportLists]--&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;1.&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;" &gt;       &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;He never forgets to put money in my bag every Monday morning. &lt;i&gt;(when I was still in school) &lt;/i&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;!--[endif]--&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="margin-left: 19.95pt; text-indent: -2.85pt;"&gt;&lt;!--[if !supportLists]--&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;2.&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;" &gt;       &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;. He learned to drink medicine for me. &lt;i&gt;(Both my parents were required by the doctor since they were having a hard time in conceiving a baby)&lt;/i&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;!--[endif]--&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="margin-left: 19.95pt; text-indent: -2.85pt;"&gt;&lt;!--[if !supportLists]--&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;3.&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;" &gt;       &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;He promised my mom to dedicate his life for my welfare.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;!--[endif]--&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="margin-left: 19.95pt; text-indent: -2.85pt;"&gt;&lt;!--[if !supportLists]--&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;4.&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;" &gt;       &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;He tries to prepare my lunch even if he doesn't know how to cook.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;!--[endif]--&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="margin-left: 19.95pt; text-indent: -2.85pt;"&gt;&lt;!--[if !supportLists]--&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;5.&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;" &gt;       &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;He is a simple man.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;!--[endif]--&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="margin-left: 19.95pt; text-indent: -2.85pt;"&gt;&lt;!--[if !supportLists]--&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;6.&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;" &gt;       &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;He loves me unconditionally.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;!--[endif]--&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="margin-left: 19.95pt; text-indent: -2.85pt;"&gt;&lt;!--[if !supportLists]--&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;7.&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;" &gt;       &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;He never asks for anything in return. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;!--[endif]--&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="margin-left: 19.95pt; text-indent: -2.85pt;"&gt;&lt;!--[if !supportLists]--&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;8.&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;" &gt;       &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;He tries to shut down the computer when I'm in a hurry to leave even if he doesn't know how. &lt;!--[if gte vml 1]&gt;&lt;v:shapetype id="_x0000_t75" coordsize="21600,21600" spt="75" preferrelative="t" path="m@4@5l@4@11@9@11@9@5xe" filled="f" stroked="f"&gt;  &lt;v:stroke joinstyle="miter"&gt;  &lt;v:formulas&gt;   &lt;v:f eqn="if lineDrawn pixelLineWidth 0"&gt;   &lt;v:f eqn="sum @0 1 0"&gt;   &lt;v:f eqn="sum 0 0 @1"&gt;   &lt;v:f eqn="prod @2 1 2"&gt;   &lt;v:f eqn="prod @3 21600 pixelWidth"&gt;   &lt;v:f eqn="prod @3 21600 pixelHeight"&gt;   &lt;v:f eqn="sum @0 0 1"&gt;   &lt;v:f eqn="prod @6 1 2"&gt;   &lt;v:f eqn="prod @7 21600 pixelWidth"&gt;   &lt;v:f eqn="sum @8 21600 0"&gt;   &lt;v:f eqn="prod @7 21600 pixelHeight"&gt;   &lt;v:f eqn="sum @10 21600 0"&gt;  &lt;/v:formulas&gt;  &lt;v:path extrusionok="f" gradientshapeok="t" connecttype="rect"&gt;  &lt;o:lock ext="edit" aspectratio="t"&gt; &lt;/v:shapetype&gt;&lt;v:shape id="_x0000_i1025" type="#_x0000_t75" alt="" style="'width:11.25pt;"&gt;  &lt;v:imagedata src="file:///C:\DOCUME~1\AIMEEN~1\LOCALS~1\Temp\msohtml1\01\clip_image001.gif" href="http://s.tabulas.com/ik/smilies/yellow/smile.gif"&gt; &lt;/v:shape&gt;&lt;![endif]--&gt;&lt;!--[if !vml]--&gt;&lt;img src="file:///C:/DOCUME%7E1/AIMEEN%7E1/LOCALS%7E1/Temp/msohtml1/01/clip_image001.gif" shapes="_x0000_i1025" height="15" width="15" /&gt;&lt;!--[endif]--&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;!--[endif]--&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="margin-left: 19.95pt; text-indent: -2.85pt;"&gt;&lt;!--[if !supportLists]--&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;9.&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;" &gt;       &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;He buys me sanitary napkins during emergency times even if he admits the saleslady laughs at him. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;!--[endif]--&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="margin-left: 19.95pt; text-indent: -2.85pt;"&gt;&lt;!--[if !supportLists]--&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;10.&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;" &gt;   &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;He never preferred me to be a boy. (you know those father-son stuff!)&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;!--[endif]--&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="margin-left: 19.95pt; text-indent: -2.85pt;"&gt;&lt;!--[if !supportLists]--&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;11.&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;" &gt;   &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Never in my whole life had he hurt me physically, emotionally or spiritually. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;!--[endif]--&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="margin-left: 19.95pt; text-indent: -2.85pt;"&gt;&lt;!--[if !supportLists]--&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;12.&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;" &gt;   &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;He doesn't want me to lose weight because he's afraid that I'd have a bofyfriend.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;!--[endif]--&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="margin-left: 19.95pt; text-indent: -2.85pt;"&gt;&lt;!--[if !supportLists]--&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;13.&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;" &gt;   &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;He waited for me outside school so that we could go home together. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;!--[endif]--&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="margin-left: 19.95pt; text-indent: -2.85pt;"&gt;&lt;!--[if !supportLists]--&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;14.&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;" &gt;   &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;He accompanied me to watch a sappy movie. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;!--[endif]--&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="margin-left: 19.95pt; text-indent: -2.85pt;"&gt;&lt;!--[if !supportLists]--&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;15.&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;" &gt;   &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;He always listens to any kwento that I have. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;!--[endif]--&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="margin-left: 19.95pt; text-indent: -2.85pt;"&gt;&lt;!--[if !supportLists]--&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;16.&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;" &gt;   &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;He's the only person that I truly enjoy watching basketball with.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;!--[endif]--&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="margin-left: 19.95pt; text-indent: -2.85pt;"&gt;&lt;!--[if !supportLists]--&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;17.&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;" &gt;   &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;He keeps the letter from &lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;La  Salle&lt;/st1:place&gt; about my grades away from my mom. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;!--[endif]--&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="margin-left: 19.95pt; text-indent: -2.85pt;"&gt;&lt;!--[if !supportLists]--&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;18.&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;" &gt;   &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;He has supported me with everything I do.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;!--[endif]--&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="margin-left: 19.95pt; text-indent: -2.85pt;"&gt;&lt;!--[if !supportLists]--&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;19.&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;" &gt;   &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;He always supplies me with internet cards. &lt;i&gt;(when I was still using dial-up, now he pays for DSL)&lt;/i&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;!--[endif]--&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="margin-left: 19.95pt; text-indent: -2.85pt;"&gt;&lt;!--[if !supportLists]--&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;20.&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;" &gt;   &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;He always gives me money even if he doesn't have much. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;!--[endif]--&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="margin-left: 19.95pt; text-indent: -2.85pt;"&gt;&lt;!--[if !supportLists]--&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;21.&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;" &gt;   &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;He tells me the latest news about current events, news and even chismis! &lt;!--[if gte vml 1]&gt;&lt;v:shape id="_x0000_i1026" type="#_x0000_t75" alt="" style="'width:11.25pt;height:11.25pt'"&gt;  &lt;v:imagedata src="file:///C:\DOCUME~1\AIMEEN~1\LOCALS~1\Temp\msohtml1\01\clip_image001.gif" href="http://s.tabulas.com/ik/smilies/yellow/smile.gif"&gt; &lt;/v:shape&gt;&lt;![endif]--&gt;&lt;!--[if !vml]--&gt;&lt;img src="file:///C:/DOCUME%7E1/AIMEEN%7E1/LOCALS%7E1/Temp/msohtml1/01/clip_image001.gif" shapes="_x0000_i1026" height="15" width="15" /&gt;&lt;!--[endif]--&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;!--[endif]--&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="margin-left: 19.95pt; text-indent: -2.85pt;"&gt;&lt;!--[if !supportLists]--&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;22.&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;" &gt;   &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;He calls me in my cellphone often times just to hear my voice.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;!--[endif]--&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="margin-left: 19.95pt; text-indent: -2.85pt;"&gt;&lt;!--[if !supportLists]--&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;23.&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;" &gt;   &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;He buys me flowers during Valentines Day.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;!--[endif]--&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="margin-left: 19.95pt; text-indent: -2.85pt;"&gt;&lt;!--[if !supportLists]--&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;24.&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;" &gt;   &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;He asked for the Cable company to greet me on their channel during my birthday. &lt;!--[if gte vml 1]&gt;&lt;v:shape id="_x0000_i1027" type="#_x0000_t75" alt="" style="'width:11.25pt;height:11.25pt'"&gt;  &lt;v:imagedata src="file:///C:\DOCUME~1\AIMEEN~1\LOCALS~1\Temp\msohtml1\01\clip_image001.gif" href="http://s.tabulas.com/ik/smilies/yellow/smile.gif"&gt; &lt;/v:shape&gt;&lt;![endif]--&gt;&lt;!--[if !vml]--&gt;&lt;img src="file:///C:/DOCUME%7E1/AIMEEN%7E1/LOCALS%7E1/Temp/msohtml1/01/clip_image001.gif" shapes="_x0000_i1027" height="15" width="15" /&gt;&lt;!--[endif]--&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;!--[endif]--&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="margin-left: 19.95pt; text-indent: -2.85pt;"&gt;&lt;!--[if !supportLists]--&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;25.&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;" &gt;   &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;He buys me street foods such as isaw, barbeque and ice candy. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;!--[endif]--&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="margin-left: 19.95pt; text-indent: -2.85pt;"&gt;&lt;!--[if !supportLists]--&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;26.&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;" &gt;   &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;He never complains when I ask him to bring me to my cousin's house. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;!--[endif]--&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="margin-left: 19.95pt; text-indent: -2.85pt;"&gt;&lt;!--[if !supportLists]--&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;27.&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;" &gt;   &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;He always checks if I'm already sleeping. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;!--[endif]--&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="margin-left: 19.95pt; text-indent: -2.85pt;"&gt;&lt;!--[if !supportLists]--&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;28.&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;" &gt;   &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;He would always open the door for me if I go home late. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;!--[endif]--&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="margin-left: 19.95pt; text-indent: -2.85pt;"&gt;&lt;!--[if !supportLists]--&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;29.&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;" &gt;   &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;He'd wake up at 4am when I was in high school to make sure I am ready for my class. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;!--[endif]--&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="margin-left: 19.95pt; text-indent: -2.85pt;"&gt;&lt;!--[if !supportLists]--&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;30.&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;" &gt;   &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;He spoils me to the max!&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;!--[endif]--&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="margin-left: 19.95pt; text-indent: -2.85pt;"&gt;&lt;!--[if !supportLists]--&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;31.&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;" &gt;   &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;I never felt that I am a failure because of him. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;!--[endif]--&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="margin-left: 19.95pt; text-indent: -2.85pt;"&gt;&lt;!--[if !supportLists]--&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;32.&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;" &gt;   &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;He eats menudo with bread. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;!--[endif]--&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="margin-left: 19.95pt; text-indent: -2.85pt;"&gt;&lt;!--[if !supportLists]--&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;33.&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;" &gt;   &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;HE DOES NOT SMOKE. (No offense to smokers, I just prefer a dad who doesn't)&lt;!--[if gte vml 1]&gt;&lt;v:shape id="_x0000_i1028" type="#_x0000_t75" alt="" style="'width:11.25pt;height:11.25pt'"&gt;  &lt;v:imagedata src="file:///C:\DOCUME~1\AIMEEN~1\LOCALS~1\Temp\msohtml1\01\clip_image001.gif" href="http://s.tabulas.com/ik/smilies/yellow/smile.gif"&gt; &lt;/v:shape&gt;&lt;![endif]--&gt;&lt;!--[if !vml]--&gt;&lt;img src="file:///C:/DOCUME%7E1/AIMEEN%7E1/LOCALS%7E1/Temp/msohtml1/01/clip_image001.gif" shapes="_x0000_i1028" height="15" width="15" /&gt;&lt;!--[endif]--&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;!--[endif]--&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="margin-left: 19.95pt; text-indent: -2.85pt;"&gt;&lt;!--[if !supportLists]--&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;34.&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;" &gt;   &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;He can make me calm when I am angry. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;!--[endif]--&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="margin-left: 19.95pt; text-indent: -2.85pt;"&gt;&lt;!--[if !supportLists]--&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;35.&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;" &gt;   &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;He gives me the remote control when I want to watch something on t.v. &lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;!--[endif]--&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="margin-left: 19.95pt; text-indent: -2.85pt;"&gt;&lt;!--[if !supportLists]--&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;36.&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;" &gt;   &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;He told me that he cannot imagine life without me. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;!--[endif]--&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="margin-left: 19.95pt; text-indent: -2.85pt;"&gt;&lt;!--[if !supportLists]--&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;37.&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;" &gt;   &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;He lets me use his phone to call and text my friends. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;!--[endif]--&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="margin-left: 19.95pt; text-indent: -2.85pt;"&gt;&lt;!--[if !supportLists]--&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;38.&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;" &gt;   &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;He keeps a picture of me of my first Communion during grade three in his wallet.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;!--[endif]--&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="margin-left: 19.95pt; text-indent: -2.85pt;"&gt;&lt;!--[if !supportLists]--&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;39.&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;" &gt;   &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;He knows when I steal chocolates from their room.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;!--[endif]--&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="margin-left: 19.95pt; text-indent: -2.85pt;"&gt;&lt;!--[if !supportLists]--&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;40.&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;" &gt;   &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;He opens the air-con switch for me always. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;!--[endif]--&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="margin-left: 19.95pt; text-indent: -2.85pt;"&gt;&lt;!--[if !supportLists]--&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;41.&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;" &gt;   &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;He goes with me outside the house if i have to buy something from 7-11&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;!--[endif]--&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="margin-left: 19.95pt; text-indent: -2.85pt;"&gt;&lt;!--[if !supportLists]--&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;42.&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;" &gt;   &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;He buys pansit luglog (another type of palabok) and taho for breakfast.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;!--[endif]--&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="margin-left: 19.95pt; text-indent: -2.85pt;"&gt;&lt;!--[if !supportLists]--&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;43.&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;" &gt;   &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;He buys me my favorite shampoo and conditionerm regularly.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;!--[endif]--&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="margin-left: 19.95pt; text-indent: -2.85pt;"&gt;&lt;!--[if !supportLists]--&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;44.&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;" &gt;   &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;He lets me watch t.v. in their room even if he is already sleeping. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;!--[endif]--&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="margin-left: 19.95pt; text-indent: -2.85pt;"&gt;&lt;!--[if !supportLists]--&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;45.&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;" &gt;   &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;He carries my bag when it is heavy.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;!--[endif]--&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="margin-left: 19.95pt; text-indent: -2.85pt;"&gt;&lt;!--[if !supportLists]--&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;46.&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;" &gt;   &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;He carries the paper bags when my mom and i go shopping.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;!--[endif]--&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="margin-left: 19.95pt; text-indent: -2.85pt;"&gt;&lt;!--[if !supportLists]--&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;47.&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;" &gt;   &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;He never said "NO" to me.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;!--[endif]--&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="margin-left: 19.95pt; text-indent: -2.85pt;"&gt;&lt;!--[if !supportLists]--&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;48.&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;" &gt;   &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;He cleans my shoes when he sees dirt on it.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;!--[endif]--&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="margin-left: 19.95pt; text-indent: -2.85pt;"&gt;&lt;!--[if !supportLists]--&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;49.&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;" &gt;   &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;He fixes my night lamp when it's not working because he knows how much i love to read. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;!--[endif]--&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="margin-left: 19.95pt; text-indent: -2.85pt;"&gt;&lt;!--[if !supportLists]--&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;50.&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;" &gt;   &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;He does not pretend that he knows everything.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;!--[endif]--&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="margin-left: 19.95pt; text-indent: -2.85pt;"&gt;&lt;!--[if !supportLists]--&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;51.&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;" &gt;   &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;He is a constant reminder of the goodness of God.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;!--[endif]--&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="margin-left: 19.95pt; text-indent: -2.85pt;"&gt;&lt;!--[if !supportLists]--&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;52.&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;" &gt;   &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;He is not strict.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;!--[endif]--&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="margin-left: 19.95pt; text-indent: -2.85pt;"&gt;&lt;!--[if !supportLists]--&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;53.&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;" &gt;   &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;He trusts me completely. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;!--[endif]--&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="margin-left: 19.95pt; text-indent: -2.85pt;"&gt;&lt;!--[if !supportLists]--&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;54.&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;" &gt;   &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;He is known in our street as a very nice person. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;!--[endif]--&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="margin-left: 19.95pt; text-indent: -2.85pt;"&gt;&lt;!--[if !supportLists]--&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;55.&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;" &gt;   &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;He doesn't forget to exercise. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;!--[endif]--&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="margin-left: 19.95pt; text-indent: -2.85pt;"&gt;&lt;!--[if !supportLists]--&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;56.&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;" &gt;   &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;He eats as much as I do. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;!--[endif]--&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="margin-left: 19.95pt; text-indent: -2.85pt;"&gt;&lt;!--[if !supportLists]--&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;57.&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;" &gt;   &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;He has taught me real values.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;!--[endif]--&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="margin-left: 19.95pt; text-indent: -2.85pt;"&gt;&lt;!--[if !supportLists]--&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;58.&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;" &gt;   &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;He sacrificed a lot ever since he married and had a daughter. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;!--[endif]--&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="margin-left: 19.95pt; text-indent: -2.85pt;"&gt;&lt;!--[if !supportLists]--&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;59.&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;" &gt;   &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;He makes me feel like a princess. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;!--[endif]--&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="margin-left: 19.95pt; text-indent: -2.85pt;"&gt;&lt;!--[if !supportLists]--&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;60.&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;" &gt;   &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;He would separate articles from newspapers that he thinks would interest me. &lt;!--[if gte vml 1]&gt;&lt;v:shape id="_x0000_i1029" type="#_x0000_t75" alt="" style="'width:11.25pt;height:11.25pt'"&gt;  &lt;v:imagedata src="file:///C:\DOCUME~1\AIMEEN~1\LOCALS~1\Temp\msohtml1\01\clip_image001.gif" href="http://s.tabulas.com/ik/smilies/yellow/smile.gif"&gt; &lt;/v:shape&gt;&lt;![endif]--&gt;&lt;!--[if !vml]--&gt;&lt;img src="file:///C:/DOCUME%7E1/AIMEEN%7E1/LOCALS%7E1/Temp/msohtml1/01/clip_image001.gif" shapes="_x0000_i1029" height="15" width="15" /&gt;&lt;!--[endif]--&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;!--[endif]--&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="margin-left: 19.95pt; text-indent: -2.85pt;"&gt;&lt;!--[if !supportLists]--&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;61.&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;" &gt;   &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;He would buy me juices whenever I am going to eat.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;!--[endif]--&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="margin-left: 19.95pt; text-indent: -2.85pt;"&gt;&lt;!--[if !supportLists]--&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;62.&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;" &gt;   &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;He would drive me from &lt;st1:city st="on"&gt;Cavite&lt;/st1:city&gt; to &lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:city st="on"&gt;Makati&lt;/st1:city&gt;&lt;/st1:place&gt; when I have job interviews. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;!--[endif]--&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="margin-left: 19.95pt; text-indent: -2.85pt;"&gt;&lt;!--[if !supportLists]--&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;63.&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;" &gt;   &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;He would try incessantly to influence me to be healthy.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;!--[endif]--&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="margin-left: 19.95pt; text-indent: -2.85pt;"&gt;&lt;!--[if !supportLists]--&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;64.&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;" &gt;   &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;And lastly.. It's his birthday on June 25 plus its Fathers Day!&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;!--[endif]--&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;I know I don’t need any occasion for me to thank God that I have a father like you! Happy Fathers’ day and advance Happy Birthday! You are truly one of a kind.  &lt;span style=""&gt;Thank you for being a good father and a good man. Love you so much!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_ytpt8B1QxcI/RnKtPzH6wUI/AAAAAAAAAIc/VX7Hj6cC4x4/s1600-h/wedding+024.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_ytpt8B1QxcI/RnKtPzH6wUI/AAAAAAAAAIc/VX7Hj6cC4x4/s200/wedding+024.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5076310216933032258" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_ytpt8B1QxcI/RnKtQTH6wWI/AAAAAAAAAIs/lcfuyPNUFlE/s1600-h/wedding+028.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_ytpt8B1QxcI/RnKtQTH6wWI/AAAAAAAAAIs/lcfuyPNUFlE/s200/wedding+028.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5076310225522966882" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7892891-2500896580361887486?l=aimeeren.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aimeeren.blogspot.com/feeds/2500896580361887486/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7892891&amp;postID=2500896580361887486&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7892891/posts/default/2500896580361887486'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7892891/posts/default/2500896580361887486'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aimeeren.blogspot.com/2007/06/to-best-man-that-lived-on-earth.html' title='To the best man that lived on earth'/><author><name>Aimee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17747976854153984826</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ytpt8B1QxcI/S2pnWT45D6I/AAAAAAAAAp0/lJVL2mj4oKg/S220/DSC04912.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_ytpt8B1QxcI/RnKtPzH6wUI/AAAAAAAAAIc/VX7Hj6cC4x4/s72-c/wedding+024.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7892891.post-7736660625126821917</id><published>2007-06-14T19:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-06-14T19:57:26.021-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Random Rant</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Nakakainis ang mga companies who hire only honor graduates and under compensate them!&lt;br /&gt;Nakakainis ang feeling ng nagsisisi sa dami ng nakain for the day.&lt;br /&gt;Nakakainis ang sarap ng creamy Cadbury chocolate bar.&lt;br /&gt;Nakakainis na wala na akong mapanuod na DVD.&lt;br /&gt;Nakakainis na wala na din ako pera pambili ng bagong DVD.&lt;br /&gt;Nakakainis ang Red Ribbon chocolate peanut butter mousse dahil nakakautang kainin pero gustong gusto ko!&lt;br /&gt;Nakakainis ang mga crush ko na si popsicle dahil I only talk with him in my dreams.&lt;br /&gt;Nakakainis na wala dito sa Pilipinas si Camzi.&lt;br /&gt;Nakakainis dahil ang tagal ko ng naghahanap ng trabaho.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Nakakainis dahil ang init sa room everytime I wake up even if its just 9am.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Nakakainis ang addiction ko sa babies, it makes me want to have one too!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Nakakainis ang laki ng mukha ko ngayon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Nakakainis na for the past six months my life has been so stagnant.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Nakakainis ang Deal or No Deal. Ang daming masyadong viewers kahit napakaplain ng concept. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nakakainis ang nanagyari kay Ruffa at Yilmaz. I had hoped na hindi na lang sila nagbabangayan sa t.v.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Nakakainis ang commercial ng sinabawang gulay. Hindi mukhang masarap.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Nakakainis ang commercial ng Rexona na puro pink ang mga babae.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Nakakainis ang mga taong walang ginawa kung hindi magreklamo sa work nila.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Nakakainis kasi I can't complain back coz I don't have a job of my own.&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/7892891-7736660625126821917?l=aimeeren.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aimeeren.blogspot.com/feeds/7736660625126821917/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7892891&amp;postID=7736660625126821917&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7892891/posts/default/7736660625126821917'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7892891/posts/default/7736660625126821917'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aimeeren.blogspot.com/2007/06/random-rant.html' title='Random Rant'/><author><name>Aimee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17747976854153984826</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ytpt8B1QxcI/S2pnWT45D6I/AAAAAAAAAp0/lJVL2mj4oKg/S220/DSC04912.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7892891.post-3268929824136145446</id><published>2007-06-12T05:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-06-15T06:48:40.176-07:00</updated><title type='text'>6 weird things about me</title><content type='html'>&lt;p style="color: rgb(255, 204, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-size:78%;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;I've been tagged by Jemme! .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="color: rgb(255, 204, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-size:78%;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;These are the Rules:   &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="color: rgb(255, 204, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-size:78%;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;1.Each player of this game starts with 6 weird/random unknown things about him/herself.&lt;br /&gt;2.People who get tagged need to write a blog of their own 6 things as well as state the rules clearly.&lt;br /&gt;3. In the end, you need to choose 6 people to be tagged and list their names.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="color: rgb(255, 204, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);font-family:arial,helvetica;font-size:78%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;P.S. Don’t forget to leave a comment that says you are tagged in their comments and tell them to read your blog.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="color: rgb(255, 204, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:arial,helvetica;font-size:78%;"  &gt;1. The left side of my face is my camera/ picture angle.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="color: rgb(255, 204, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:arial,helvetica;font-size:78%;"  &gt;2. I'm constantly haunted by my long-term high school crush in my dreams.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="color: rgb(255, 204, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:arial,helvetica;font-size:78%;"  &gt;3. My secret ambition is to become Donald Trump's next apprentice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="color: rgb(255, 204, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:arial,helvetica;font-size:78%;"  &gt;4. My left eye is &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;kirat&lt;/span&gt; whenever I smile.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="color: rgb(255, 204, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:arial,helvetica;font-size:78%;"  &gt;5. I look forward to having children more than marrying someone. (Boyfriend muna!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="color: rgb(255, 204, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:arial,helvetica;font-size:78%;"  &gt;6. I play dirty when people deserve it. (Hahaha!)&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="color: rgb(255, 204, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:arial,helvetica;font-size:78%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;6 people :&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 255);font-size:78%;" &gt; norbs, camzi, mel, tera, cygnet &amp;amp; lupe!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7892891-3268929824136145446?l=aimeeren.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aimeeren.blogspot.com/feeds/3268929824136145446/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7892891&amp;postID=3268929824136145446&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7892891/posts/default/3268929824136145446'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7892891/posts/default/3268929824136145446'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aimeeren.blogspot.com/2007/06/6-weird-things-about-me.html' title='6 weird things about me'/><author><name>Aimee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17747976854153984826</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ytpt8B1QxcI/S2pnWT45D6I/AAAAAAAAAp0/lJVL2mj4oKg/S220/DSC04912.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7892891.post-2107415099395712063</id><published>2007-06-10T10:53:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2007-06-10T11:16:09.003-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The story of the forbidden cake</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;How can you resist a two tower  almond carrot cake?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_ytpt8B1QxcI/Rmw7yTH6wOI/AAAAAAAAAHs/hva3yOocnzQ/s1600-h/wedding+054.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_ytpt8B1QxcI/Rmw7yTH6wOI/AAAAAAAAAHs/hva3yOocnzQ/s200/wedding+054.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5074496615452688610" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Let's see if anyone  is watching... Hmm,  I think its safe!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_ytpt8B1QxcI/Rmw7yjH6wPI/AAAAAAAAAH0/wPoiSsh3ibw/s1600-h/wedding+056.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_ytpt8B1QxcI/Rmw7yjH6wPI/AAAAAAAAAH0/wPoiSsh3ibw/s200/wedding+056.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5074496619747655922" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Just one taste is enough!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_ytpt8B1QxcI/Rmw7yjH6wQI/AAAAAAAAAH8/kog5kGKJHsk/s1600-h/wedding+058.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_ytpt8B1QxcI/Rmw7yjH6wQI/AAAAAAAAAH8/kog5kGKJHsk/s200/wedding+058.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5074496619747655938" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Oops someone is coming!  Uh oh! I have to hide! Hey I might ruin the icing! Hey  why is this cake so hard???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_ytpt8B1QxcI/Rmw7yzH6wRI/AAAAAAAAAIE/MMvCiL65hU0/s1600-h/wedding+062.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_ytpt8B1QxcI/Rmw7yzH6wRI/AAAAAAAAAIE/MMvCiL65hU0/s200/wedding+062.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5074496624042623250" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Hello?? Knock knock!  Where is the cake?? The real cake! Nobody told me they use fake cakes during weddings!! Waah!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_ytpt8B1QxcI/Rmw_MTH6wTI/AAAAAAAAAIU/fQnVQmvfLAI/s1600-h/g.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_ytpt8B1QxcI/Rmw_MTH6wTI/AAAAAAAAAIU/fQnVQmvfLAI/s200/g.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5074500360664170802" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;*More wedding entries coming soon!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7892891-2107415099395712063?l=aimeeren.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aimeeren.blogspot.com/feeds/2107415099395712063/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7892891&amp;postID=2107415099395712063&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7892891/posts/default/2107415099395712063'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7892891/posts/default/2107415099395712063'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aimeeren.blogspot.com/2007/06/story-of-forbidden-cake.html' title='The story of the forbidden cake'/><author><name>Aimee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17747976854153984826</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ytpt8B1QxcI/S2pnWT45D6I/AAAAAAAAAp0/lJVL2mj4oKg/S220/DSC04912.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_ytpt8B1QxcI/Rmw7yTH6wOI/AAAAAAAAAHs/hva3yOocnzQ/s72-c/wedding+054.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7892891.post-5070009778784397833</id><published>2007-06-09T10:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-06-09T11:02:27.472-07:00</updated><title type='text'>bridal shower</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;In the tradition of trying to gasp the last minutes of singlehood.. we went ahead and travelled in the northern part of Manila to have my cousin's bridal shower. Since we don't have any plans at all, we just basically went to Timog and found some great sights... We were there to look at men who apparently have "exotic dancing moves". We did find one,  a new bar that for the love of my reputation, I would purposely fail to mention here. I was actually very nervous during the time that we inquired, chose our special guest and just basically during the whole night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One thing I learned, I don't find it sexy when men perform that way. I would much rather prefer them playing the piano, singing, dancing to some hiphop song, and maybe engaging in a wildly engaging and thought provoking conversation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here are some pictures during the night, apparently we just looked rather great!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_ytpt8B1QxcI/RmrpWjH6v_I/AAAAAAAAAF0/-C-6r4eOp-M/s1600-h/wedding+003.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_ytpt8B1QxcI/RmrpWjH6v_I/AAAAAAAAAF0/-C-6r4eOp-M/s200/wedding+003.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5074124503781130226" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_ytpt8B1QxcI/RmrpWzH6wAI/AAAAAAAAAF8/GiurEM81hqk/s1600-h/wedding+001.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_ytpt8B1QxcI/RmrpWzH6wAI/AAAAAAAAAF8/GiurEM81hqk/s200/wedding+001.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5074124508076097538" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_ytpt8B1QxcI/RmrpXTH6wBI/AAAAAAAAAGE/mt1FkvbAiQE/s1600-h/wedding+069.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_ytpt8B1QxcI/RmrpXTH6wBI/AAAAAAAAAGE/mt1FkvbAiQE/s200/wedding+069.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5074124516666032146" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_ytpt8B1QxcI/RmrpXjH6wCI/AAAAAAAAAGM/54934BucJUs/s1600-h/wedding+071.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_ytpt8B1QxcI/RmrpXjH6wCI/AAAAAAAAAGM/54934BucJUs/s200/wedding+071.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5074124520960999458" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_ytpt8B1QxcI/RmrpXzH6wDI/AAAAAAAAAGU/bKVP3flarN8/s1600-h/wedding+074.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_ytpt8B1QxcI/RmrpXzH6wDI/AAAAAAAAAGU/bKVP3flarN8/s200/wedding+074.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5074124525255966770" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&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/7892891-5070009778784397833?l=aimeeren.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aimeeren.blogspot.com/feeds/5070009778784397833/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7892891&amp;postID=5070009778784397833&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7892891/posts/default/5070009778784397833'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7892891/posts/default/5070009778784397833'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aimeeren.blogspot.com/2007/06/bridal-shower.html' title='bridal shower'/><author><name>Aimee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17747976854153984826</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ytpt8B1QxcI/S2pnWT45D6I/AAAAAAAAAp0/lJVL2mj4oKg/S220/DSC04912.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_ytpt8B1QxcI/RmrpWjH6v_I/AAAAAAAAAF0/-C-6r4eOp-M/s72-c/wedding+003.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7892891.post-691516921808914125</id><published>2007-06-05T09:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-06-05T09:29:43.421-07:00</updated><title type='text'>guess who i saw!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;From all the excitement with my new hair and new dress, I forgot that for a brief moment.. I was awed by a very gorgeous human being! Guess who I saw while I was at the mall!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_ytpt8B1QxcI/RmWMvjH6v-I/AAAAAAAAAFs/21V4ONcdScg/s1600-h/IMG_8522.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_ytpt8B1QxcI/RmWMvjH6v-I/AAAAAAAAAFs/21V4ONcdScg/s320/IMG_8522.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5072615303812923362" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love you Piolo!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Super mesmerizing niya sa personal!  It was really funny coz I was with my aunt and cousin. And I forgot how totally groovy my aunt was with celebrities! Haha! We were in SM Bacoor and so as usual asa  gitna ng basement (where the foodcourt is) ung stage and the people from the higher floors could see what was going on. Kaya lang siyempre kagulo, Piolo and Regine un e. I didn't care much for Regine though coz she was just facing Piolo the entire time even if people in front of her were asking for autographs. Buti pa si Piolo giving his pacute but totally digging it smile!  Nakakatawa coz my aunt and my cousin were taking turns squezzing in the crowd just to get a glimpse of the guy. Conversation between the three of us went like this:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aunt: O sino ung pinagkakaguluhan nila?&lt;br /&gt;Cousin: Baka si Piolo, kasi may movie sila diba at naririnig ko ung kanta ng movie nila sa background.&lt;br /&gt;Me: Teka let me check.. Omigosh! Si Piolo nga!&lt;br /&gt;Aunt: Ha? talaga? patingin! patingin!.... Ang gwapo niya!&lt;br /&gt;Cousin: Aunt Nell, Ako naman! Ako naman! Wow ang gwapo nga!&lt;br /&gt;Me: Teka pasingitin niyo naman ako.. sisigaw ako para tumingin dito sa taas.. PIOLO!!!!&lt;br /&gt;Aunt Nell: Nako ang pogi talaga! ang ganda ng mata!&lt;br /&gt;Me: Ayaw tumingin e.. gusto ko ung lips!&lt;br /&gt;Cousin: Speechless at this moment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After shopping:&lt;br /&gt;Me: Aunt, hinihintay daw tayo ni Piolo sa parking lot, imimeet ba natin siya?&lt;br /&gt;Aunt: Sure sure! Sige sabihin mo papunta na tayo!&lt;br /&gt;Me: Teka text ko lang!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hahaha! Me and my pogi loving family! Hay nako Piolo hanggang sa susunod nating pagkikita! Basta ang pogi mo. Period.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7892891-691516921808914125?l=aimeeren.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aimeeren.blogspot.com/feeds/691516921808914125/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7892891&amp;postID=691516921808914125&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7892891/posts/default/691516921808914125'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7892891/posts/default/691516921808914125'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aimeeren.blogspot.com/2007/06/guess-who-i-saw.html' title='guess who i saw!'/><author><name>Aimee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17747976854153984826</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ytpt8B1QxcI/S2pnWT45D6I/AAAAAAAAAp0/lJVL2mj4oKg/S220/DSC04912.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_ytpt8B1QxcI/RmWMvjH6v-I/AAAAAAAAAFs/21V4ONcdScg/s72-c/IMG_8522.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7892891.post-5558709199099007001</id><published>2007-06-03T11:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-06-03T11:28:23.763-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Introducing:</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;My new look!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_ytpt8B1QxcI/RmMCjdIyFfI/AAAAAAAAAEU/7xzkoUsZj-A/s1600-h/CIMG1268.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_ytpt8B1QxcI/RmMCjdIyFfI/AAAAAAAAAEU/7xzkoUsZj-A/s200/CIMG1268.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5071900413489452530" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_ytpt8B1QxcI/RmMHidIyFpI/AAAAAAAAAFk/MKVVBWM1TWk/s1600-h/CIMG1267.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_ytpt8B1QxcI/RmMHidIyFpI/AAAAAAAAAFk/MKVVBWM1TWk/s200/CIMG1267.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5071905893867722386" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;I wont have problems with my hair anymore.. atleast for a year. I also found a dress I'll be wearing for the wedding.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_ytpt8B1QxcI/RmMDUtIyFgI/AAAAAAAAAEc/JnqalSWY0_o/s1600-h/CIMG1284.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_ytpt8B1QxcI/RmMDUtIyFgI/AAAAAAAAAEc/JnqalSWY0_o/s200/CIMG1284.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5071901259598009858" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mission accomplished! Now I only need to learn some basic great make-up tips so I would look fabulous on Friday!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_ytpt8B1QxcI/RmMDu9IyFhI/AAAAAAAAAEk/S6bfkAzcnms/s1600-h/CIMG1272.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_ytpt8B1QxcI/RmMDu9IyFhI/AAAAAAAAAEk/S6bfkAzcnms/s200/CIMG1272.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5071901710569575954" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Cheers! :)&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/7892891-5558709199099007001?l=aimeeren.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aimeeren.blogspot.com/feeds/5558709199099007001/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7892891&amp;postID=5558709199099007001&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7892891/posts/default/5558709199099007001'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7892891/posts/default/5558709199099007001'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aimeeren.blogspot.com/2007/06/introducing.html' title='Introducing:'/><author><name>Aimee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17747976854153984826</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ytpt8B1QxcI/S2pnWT45D6I/AAAAAAAAAp0/lJVL2mj4oKg/S220/DSC04912.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_ytpt8B1QxcI/RmMCjdIyFfI/AAAAAAAAAEU/7xzkoUsZj-A/s72-c/CIMG1268.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7892891.post-5950856088032154021</id><published>2007-06-01T12:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-06-03T11:16:40.064-07:00</updated><title type='text'>sleepover!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;I am now typing this entry in Aimee's house. For some of my friends I am called Aimeeren because there are two Aimees in our room. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Earlier today I went to MOA to check out the dress that Teyz reserved for me. Unfortunately, it didn't look good on me. I looked super mega plump in that dress. So I was disappointed because I had a hard time going there since I rode the bus and multicab in baclaran. After 20 minutes, I got a call from Aimee and she told that they (she and norbelle) are on their way to pick me up. We went to ATC afterwards, ate at recipes and watch pirates of the caribbean. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;I felt the differences in our lifestyles now that both of them are already working girls. Aimee even feel asleep while watching the movie. :) And Norbs was fighting so hard not to close her eyes. Well, its already early morning and both of them are sleeping already beside me but I am still awake typing this. Hehe. Tsk tsk. I wish I would have a job soon! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_ytpt8B1QxcI/RmMEFdIyFiI/AAAAAAAAAEs/BXXICFGWLb8/s1600-h/CIMG1230.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_ytpt8B1QxcI/RmMEFdIyFiI/AAAAAAAAAEs/BXXICFGWLb8/s200/CIMG1230.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5071902097116632610" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_ytpt8B1QxcI/RmMEmdIyFjI/AAAAAAAAAE0/bl1A4cbYlYw/s1600-h/CIMG1232.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_ytpt8B1QxcI/RmMEmdIyFjI/AAAAAAAAAE0/bl1A4cbYlYw/s200/CIMG1232.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5071902664052315698" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_ytpt8B1QxcI/RmMEm9IyFlI/AAAAAAAAAFE/rDaz2LJ9_Jc/s1600-h/CIMG1233.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_ytpt8B1QxcI/RmMEm9IyFlI/AAAAAAAAAFE/rDaz2LJ9_Jc/s200/CIMG1233.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5071902672642250322" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_ytpt8B1QxcI/RmMEm9IyFmI/AAAAAAAAAFM/vDWUOqgu8FA/s1600-h/CIMG1234.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_ytpt8B1QxcI/RmMEm9IyFmI/AAAAAAAAAFM/vDWUOqgu8FA/s200/CIMG1234.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5071902672642250338" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_ytpt8B1QxcI/RmMEnNIyFnI/AAAAAAAAAFU/GbJpgLozfgk/s1600-h/CIMG1235.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_ytpt8B1QxcI/RmMEnNIyFnI/AAAAAAAAAFU/GbJpgLozfgk/s200/CIMG1235.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5071902676937217650" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_ytpt8B1QxcI/RmMFJNIyFoI/AAAAAAAAAFc/lThgzccS-m4/s1600-h/CIMG1245.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_ytpt8B1QxcI/RmMFJNIyFoI/AAAAAAAAAFc/lThgzccS-m4/s200/CIMG1245.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5071903261052769922" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Nice night girls! I hope to steal you again from your busy work! That is.. if I am not busy with work myself soon! wink!&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/7892891-5950856088032154021?l=aimeeren.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aimeeren.blogspot.com/feeds/5950856088032154021/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7892891&amp;postID=5950856088032154021&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7892891/posts/default/5950856088032154021'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7892891/posts/default/5950856088032154021'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aimeeren.blogspot.com/2007/06/sleepover.html' title='sleepover!!!'/><author><name>Aimee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17747976854153984826</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ytpt8B1QxcI/S2pnWT45D6I/AAAAAAAAAp0/lJVL2mj4oKg/S220/DSC04912.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_ytpt8B1QxcI/RmMEFdIyFiI/AAAAAAAAAEs/BXXICFGWLb8/s72-c/CIMG1230.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7892891.post-3467780785335395769</id><published>2007-06-01T00:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-06-01T01:06:49.607-07:00</updated><title type='text'>More wedding dresses</title><content type='html'>I found some really pretty wedding dress ideas online. I saw some kimono style dresses and figured that with my body type it would be probably best if I wore one like this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_ytpt8B1QxcI/Rl_Sw9IyFbI/AAAAAAAAAD0/7RmzugRzsfk/s1600-h/31510_LargeF.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_ytpt8B1QxcI/Rl_Sw9IyFbI/AAAAAAAAAD0/7RmzugRzsfk/s200/31510_LargeF.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5071003443929421234" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_ytpt8B1QxcI/Rl_TJtIyFcI/AAAAAAAAAD8/8BfeA5SbtIE/s1600-h/_5332365.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_ytpt8B1QxcI/Rl_TJtIyFcI/AAAAAAAAAD8/8BfeA5SbtIE/s200/_5332365.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5071003869131183554" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_ytpt8B1QxcI/Rl_TWdIyFdI/AAAAAAAAAEE/c_ptRjJEM4I/s1600-h/0900631b811c1549M.TIF.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_ytpt8B1QxcI/Rl_TWdIyFdI/AAAAAAAAAEE/c_ptRjJEM4I/s200/0900631b811c1549M.TIF.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5071004088174515666" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Sigh.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7892891-3467780785335395769?l=aimeeren.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aimeeren.blogspot.com/feeds/3467780785335395769/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7892891&amp;postID=3467780785335395769&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7892891/posts/default/3467780785335395769'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7892891/posts/default/3467780785335395769'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aimeeren.blogspot.com/2007/06/more-wedding-dresses.html' title='More wedding dresses'/><author><name>Aimee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17747976854153984826</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ytpt8B1QxcI/S2pnWT45D6I/AAAAAAAAAp0/lJVL2mj4oKg/S220/DSC04912.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_ytpt8B1QxcI/Rl_Sw9IyFbI/AAAAAAAAAD0/7RmzugRzsfk/s72-c/31510_LargeF.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7892891.post-4598742007095564065</id><published>2007-05-31T09:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-05-31T09:48:18.140-07:00</updated><title type='text'>wedding dresses</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;I just need one and I don't know where to look for it! My cousin's wedding is next week! Where do I buy a dress that fits me? and that I could buy with the little money I have!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its only suppose to be a civil and casual wedding but my glamorous aunt and uncle decided to do it in a hotel! I wonder how grand the church wedding could be! I researched online that I could be wearing simple dresses like this. I love it. But where do I get one? And of course.. I want to do it with sleeves!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_ytpt8B1QxcI/Rl77Q9IyFYI/AAAAAAAAADc/6NRgXH9TLhw/s1600-h/eveningcasual.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_ytpt8B1QxcI/Rl77Q9IyFYI/AAAAAAAAADc/6NRgXH9TLhw/s400/eveningcasual.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5070766499173635458" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Panic mode sinking in. I wish I am only half my body weight now. This would not probably be a problem. Tsk. tsk. tsk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We were looking for clothes earlier. I can't believe that most of the dresses we found were only available in size small. Talk about enjoying shopping in this country.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have to do something about this. But for now, I'm focusing on doing something about my uncontrollable hair.. off to the parlor tom!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7892891-4598742007095564065?l=aimeeren.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aimeeren.blogspot.com/feeds/4598742007095564065/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7892891&amp;postID=4598742007095564065&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7892891/posts/default/4598742007095564065'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7892891/posts/default/4598742007095564065'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aimeeren.blogspot.com/2007/05/wedding-dresses.html' title='wedding dresses'/><author><name>Aimee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17747976854153984826</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ytpt8B1QxcI/S2pnWT45D6I/AAAAAAAAAp0/lJVL2mj4oKg/S220/DSC04912.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_ytpt8B1QxcI/Rl77Q9IyFYI/AAAAAAAAADc/6NRgXH9TLhw/s72-c/eveningcasual.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7892891.post-7082822768789603299</id><published>2007-05-28T09:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-05-28T09:25:15.317-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='cartoon'/><title type='text'>my nonsense friend on it again</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="340" height="470"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.paloozahead.com/e/463011-21c5-ap-"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="opaque"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.paloozahead.com/e/463011-21c5-ap-" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="opaque" width="340" height="470"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.paloozahead.com/go/eplza" target="_blank"&gt;Create Your Own PaloozaHead&lt;/a&gt; - &lt;a href="http://www.paloozahead.com/go/elolla" target="_blank"&gt;Visit Lollapalooza.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Its great to have friends who make you laugh so hard! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7892891-7082822768789603299?l=aimeeren.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aimeeren.blogspot.com/feeds/7082822768789603299/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7892891&amp;postID=7082822768789603299&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7892891/posts/default/7082822768789603299'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7892891/posts/default/7082822768789603299'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aimeeren.blogspot.com/2007/05/my-nonsense-friend-on-it-again.html' title='my nonsense friend on it again'/><author><name>Aimee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17747976854153984826</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ytpt8B1QxcI/S2pnWT45D6I/AAAAAAAAAp0/lJVL2mj4oKg/S220/DSC04912.JPG'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7892891.post-3003172477359560621</id><published>2007-05-26T07:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-05-26T07:48:59.964-07:00</updated><title type='text'>pano ka hindi mababaliw sa ulan??</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Habang sobra ang lakas ng ulan sa labas.. dalawang emosyon ang aking naramdaman. Parang tuwing umuulan lagi akong nakakaramdam ng konting lungkot at pagkaantok. Ang antok ay bagamat natural lang.. pero ang pagkalungkot, paminsan ipinagtataka ko. Siguro dahil may pagkakataon upang ikaw ay magmuni-muni.. At dahil wala naman din akong ibang magagawa, andito na naman ako sa harap ng aking kompyuter. At kung anu-ano na namang website ang aking napupuntahan. Ka-chat ko ang aking kaibigan na si Norbelle. Sa aking college barkada, siya ang lagi naming binibiro na mahilig sa mga walang katuturan na bagay. Sa ingles, mahilig sa mga "nonsense."  Bagama't palagi niya itong dinideny.. natawa nalang ako sa pag-uusap namin kanina.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aimee: alam mo ung guy dun sa commercial ng softdrinks?&lt;br /&gt;Aimee: ung sa free phone..&lt;br /&gt;Aimee: ung sa may pool??&lt;br /&gt;Aimee: crush ko un e&lt;br /&gt;Aimee: i saw a pic of him&lt;br /&gt;Aimee: hotness&lt;br /&gt;Norbelle: d ko matandaan&lt;br /&gt;Aimee: wait pakita ko ung pic&lt;br /&gt;Norbelle: ung face a&lt;br /&gt;Norbelle: aaa&lt;br /&gt;Aimee: ung asa dulo right a&lt;br /&gt;Norbelle: yup&lt;br /&gt;Norbelle: prang may kamukha&lt;br /&gt;Aimee: nalimutan ko ung name niyan e&lt;br /&gt;Aimee: pero parang schoolmate ko yan before&lt;br /&gt;Aimee: tapos lumipat nung high school&lt;br /&gt;Norbelle: kmukha nya ung nasa softdrink commercial&lt;br /&gt;Norbelle: ung sa motorola na fone&lt;br /&gt;Aimee: hayop&lt;br /&gt;Aimee: oo nga no&lt;br /&gt;Aimee: ung sa may pool?&lt;br /&gt;Norbelle: oo!&lt;br /&gt;Norbelle: sya nga!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tsk. Tsk. Tsk. Maghanap ka ng usapang paikot ikot! Hahaha. Kanina lang nagiisip ako ng kung ano ang pwedeng magpasaya sakin.. hindi pa tapos ang pag-iisip ko.. humahalakhak nako kakatawa. Ikaw na ang magkaroon ng kaibigang mahili sa nonsense!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Di ko na matapos tong entry na ito ng isang matinong pangungusap, mabuti pang matapos nalang bigla.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7892891-3003172477359560621?l=aimeeren.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aimeeren.blogspot.com/feeds/3003172477359560621/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7892891&amp;postID=3003172477359560621&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7892891/posts/default/3003172477359560621'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7892891/posts/default/3003172477359560621'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aimeeren.blogspot.com/2007/05/pano-ka-hindi-mababaliw-sa-ulan.html' title='pano ka hindi mababaliw sa ulan??'/><author><name>Aimee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17747976854153984826</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ytpt8B1QxcI/S2pnWT45D6I/AAAAAAAAAp0/lJVL2mj4oKg/S220/DSC04912.JPG'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7892891.post-7720394832666312948</id><published>2007-05-25T06:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-05-25T07:08:33.222-07:00</updated><title type='text'>meet my japanese friends!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;So what's keeping me busy? Well, since I have been waiting for feedbacks on my job applications, I have been looking for stuff to do to keep me busy. I have been a little pro-active with my job hunting since I started sending out thank you letters and giving follow-up calls to companies that I applied for. So far, its the only thing that would actually make me positive about all this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So anyway, since I have no definite schedule, the free time is driving me crazy! I have probably watched most American t.v. show series. My old DVD player is already broken probably because of overuse - I really think that it overheated. And ever since it was replaced by a new one when I sent it for repair, I became very cautious in using it. And so I try to be balance my time between internet surfing, dvd watching, tv watching, taking care of Nicole so that my time would be too preoccupied that I would not have any free time to be frustrated.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Imagine how happy I am to know that the anime shows I have been watching since college, Bleach and Naruto are back with new episodes! When I was graduating both shows were only showing fillers. For non-anime watchers, fillers are episodes which are not featured in the manga/ comics. Basically, what they show are not really very relevant to the plot more like stories that explain some things or focus on some characters characteristics. That sounded redundant. So anyway, I'm posting some pictures of the shows' characters.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_ytpt8B1QxcI/RlbmoNIyFVI/AAAAAAAAADE/cItVwM7gDvs/s1600-h/2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_ytpt8B1QxcI/RlbmoNIyFVI/AAAAAAAAADE/cItVwM7gDvs/s400/2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5068492009047725394" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Here are my two favorite characters.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_ytpt8B1QxcI/RlbsBdIyFWI/AAAAAAAAADM/1aiQce5awu0/s1600-h/bleach.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_ytpt8B1QxcI/RlbsBdIyFWI/AAAAAAAAADM/1aiQce5awu0/s400/bleach.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5068497940397561186" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And for Naruto, they have the new shippuden or hurricane chronicles.. the main characters grew a bit after a few training supposedly.. My favorite character is Neji, the long haired guy that is second from the left on the picture.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_ytpt8B1QxcI/Rlbs1tIyFXI/AAAAAAAAADU/xaMv8idd5n4/s1600-h/TheNarutoCrew.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_ytpt8B1QxcI/Rlbs1tIyFXI/AAAAAAAAADU/xaMv8idd5n4/s400/TheNarutoCrew.gif" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5068498838045726066" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7892891-7720394832666312948?l=aimeeren.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aimeeren.blogspot.com/feeds/7720394832666312948/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7892891&amp;postID=7720394832666312948&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7892891/posts/default/7720394832666312948'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7892891/posts/default/7720394832666312948'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aimeeren.blogspot.com/2007/05/meet-my-japanese-friends.html' title='meet my japanese friends!'/><author><name>Aimee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17747976854153984826</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ytpt8B1QxcI/S2pnWT45D6I/AAAAAAAAAp0/lJVL2mj4oKg/S220/DSC04912.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_ytpt8B1QxcI/RlbmoNIyFVI/AAAAAAAAADE/cItVwM7gDvs/s72-c/2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7892891.post-2288512875875619399</id><published>2007-05-24T08:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-05-24T23:31:28.788-07:00</updated><title type='text'>For the first girl who walked on the aisle</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Happy Birthday to one of my favorite pleasure seekers, TERA!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_ytpt8B1QxcI/RlW3iNIyFUI/AAAAAAAAAC8/Oe2TOR1nHQk/s1600-h/IMG_1913.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_ytpt8B1QxcI/RlW3iNIyFUI/AAAAAAAAAC8/Oe2TOR1nHQk/s400/IMG_1913.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5068158753945294146" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;When we were in college and she was one of my roommates, she was absolutely one of the loudest, most critical and ironically the most religious. Being the first to get married was actually quite a surprise because she has a very daunting attitude towards romantic relationships. Well, a few months after college and she fell in love..Now she has a tiny person to which her world revolves around.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I envy her utmost contentment on loving and being loved. Being the first one to get married among us made me think that she skipped so many life's stages. I would never have that courage to leave everything.. but I guess I also would for the right man. As she would say it, "the guy who would treat you like a princess and take care of you."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We all want fairytale endings.. I am happy she got hers. Here's to another year of laughter and friendship with one of the best teacher and mother that I know! :)&lt;/span&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/7892891-2288512875875619399?l=aimeeren.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aimeeren.blogspot.com/feeds/2288512875875619399/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7892891&amp;postID=2288512875875619399&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7892891/posts/default/2288512875875619399'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7892891/posts/default/2288512875875619399'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aimeeren.blogspot.com/2007/05/for-first-girl-twho-walked-on-aisle.html' title='For the first girl who walked on the aisle'/><author><name>Aimee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17747976854153984826</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ytpt8B1QxcI/S2pnWT45D6I/AAAAAAAAAp0/lJVL2mj4oKg/S220/DSC04912.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_ytpt8B1QxcI/RlW3iNIyFUI/AAAAAAAAAC8/Oe2TOR1nHQk/s72-c/IMG_1913.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7892891.post-8289982271171678931</id><published>2007-05-22T23:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-05-24T23:32:12.093-07:00</updated><title type='text'>"we'll just give you a call!"</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;I have been hearing this just too many times already. Do I get the call? NO. I had the worst interview yesterday with the president of the company. How was I to prove that I deserve the job when he won't ask me any question valid to be substantiated in a formal english language? Maybe I got too informal. I don't know. I am afraid that people perceive me too serious and I often come too strong for most people. I don't know. I am starting to get frustrated.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sayang. I don't want to expect anything from that interview but the prospect of working for their new baby project was so exciting. I don't know what to do at times. Ever since I asked God to control my career life.. I feel like I rode a bus that kept on going even if I am trying to press the buzzer to stop it. It has almost been two months that I go to job interviews and its something I look forward to going more than nervous applicants I see most of the times. I do not know why I fail to get the final step, the job offer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;In other news, &lt;/span&gt;I just received a letter from the HRDO in DLSU regarding the complaint that I filled against one of the discipline officers. Well, the decision was in favor of the officer. It turned out that there were a lot of politics going on and the employees who saw it took sides instead of just relaying the incident as it happened. I know that I did not overreact. He really did shout at me while I was inquiring. He pointed his finger at me and my friend while his tone and facial reactions turned into irritation. Maybe something about my inquiring about something that he doesn't the answer triggered such a defensive response. I am quite disappointed. But its time to move on and leave it to a higher power to judge.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have a pimple on my nape. Its hurting because its so big. I keep on seeing a pimple pricker on my mind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gosh. I wish these bad lucks..these negative news roll out by next week or next month. I have been feeling too down the past weeks about myself. Even if I try to see the positive sides of things.. I just can't help it. I am still unemployed. Still fat. Still useless. And there are things going on that I can't even post here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And oh. My mom and I are still not in speaking terms. Medyo civil lang. Pero funny na nga ung situation whenever I think about it. I think she is torturing me. Buying the things I like and placing it in strategic places so that I can see.  Biglang dumami ang chocolates sa bahay. Hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hay. I hope the wheel of life turns. Naiinis na talaga ako e.&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/7892891-8289982271171678931?l=aimeeren.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aimeeren.blogspot.com/feeds/8289982271171678931/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7892891&amp;postID=8289982271171678931&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7892891/posts/default/8289982271171678931'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7892891/posts/default/8289982271171678931'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aimeeren.blogspot.com/2007/05/well-just-give-you-call.html' title='&quot;we&apos;ll just give you a call!&quot;'/><author><name>Aimee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17747976854153984826</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ytpt8B1QxcI/S2pnWT45D6I/AAAAAAAAAp0/lJVL2mj4oKg/S220/DSC04912.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7892891.post-1653587430261656851</id><published>2007-05-21T02:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-05-24T23:32:20.037-07:00</updated><title type='text'>what is wrong with me?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;I am a likable person. Or I used to think so. What is wrong with my job applications? What is wrong with me? Is it true that I'm so picky that is why I am still unemployed?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The first job I applied to offered me a position and quickly gave me a training date should I choose to work for their company. But they were offering me a commission-based salary and I don't think I would be able to handle that for a first job. Second, I got interviewed for a manufacturing company. The company and their office was small. But I saw the potential in the company's independence to enter their products to the market. I was willing to accept their offer. The sales head had arranged for me to meet the owners and also be interviewed so that I could finalize my mind about working for their company, I honestly felt that they were persuading me to join their company rather than I convincing them to hire me. After a few days though, I received no phone call from them. Next, my friend referred me and told me about the job opening in the company that she worked for. I did apply. And it was probably the longest application that I had. I was in their company the whole day. There were a lot of applicants. The security guard/ receptionist told me that the longer you stay in the company, the bigger chance you get to be hired. So I thought maybe it was all good. But 2 weeks after, no phone calls and I found out from my friend that they were already hiring and contract signing already took place. So did it hurt me that they didn't hire me? Well, NO. But it made me think.. What is wrong with me? Why won't people hire me? I came from a good school, finished two courses, backed up with professional references who excel in their own fields, had been a member and officer of several organizations and very competitive and outspoken. So what is the problem?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe I come too strong. I honestly have interviewers buckle when they talk with me. Maybe I ask difficult questions a lot. Maybe I look too serious. Maybe I am too fat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fudge.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just really hope I get a job before June. I wish I am already working this June.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7892891-1653587430261656851?l=aimeeren.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aimeeren.blogspot.com/feeds/1653587430261656851/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7892891&amp;postID=1653587430261656851&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7892891/posts/default/1653587430261656851'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7892891/posts/default/1653587430261656851'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aimeeren.blogspot.com/2007/05/what-is-wrong-with-me.html' title='what is wrong with me?'/><author><name>Aimee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17747976854153984826</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ytpt8B1QxcI/S2pnWT45D6I/AAAAAAAAAp0/lJVL2mj4oKg/S220/DSC04912.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7892891.post-4901906931585863888</id><published>2007-05-06T00:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-05-24T23:32:28.626-07:00</updated><title type='text'>i wish i have a time machine</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;These days have been especially dragging. Nakakapagod maghintay ng company feedback. I know I am not exactly pro-active about finding a job.. pero I'm still trying. If only I could forward the days para naman mapunta na ako dun sa mga panahon na may silbi na akong tao.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Looking at friendster right now actually makes me sad. Most of my close friends are pre-occupied with work. My long time crush is still with his gf. And other people move on from one job to another. From one state to another.. and I am still like this. Still as useless as ever. And I am not even suppose to feel this way because I was pretty busy during college. I am suppose to be on the frontline of applicants. I know pressure. I know stress. And even if my parents keep on convincing me to use connections to get work.. I just couldn't. I don't want to start working like that. I want to start on a fresh slate. Walang partida. Maybe that is what's taking me so long to find a job. But then again.. nasabihan na naman ako kagabi ng isa ko pang kaibigan. Masyado daw akong mapili sa trabaho.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My friend Mel after knowing na I have a crush on Wentworth sent me a picture. Anak daw namin if ever. Hahaha. Medyo natakot ako. Kung sino man ang parents ng batang ito must be a prison break addict.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_ytpt8B1QxcI/Rj2Dtyf7iwI/AAAAAAAAAC0/hwzHRRy5xRw/s1600-h/prison.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_ytpt8B1QxcI/Rj2Dtyf7iwI/AAAAAAAAAC0/hwzHRRy5xRw/s400/prison.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5061346378907355906" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;wonder why="" that="" makes="" me="" tehee=""&gt;&lt;/wonder&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My friend Yeye sent me a text message. I know I have read this before but for some reason it really hit me this time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:78%;" &gt;Why can't we get all the people in the world that we really like and then just stay toegether? I guess that would not work. Someone would leave. Someone always leaves. Then we would have to say goodbye. I hate goobyes. I know what I need. I need more hellos. -Snoopy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The funny thing is that I said that to my cousin last month. That I need new friends. A new enviroment. A new place I could work in. So hello to the world! I am hoping to meet more people out there! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:78%;" &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/7892891-4901906931585863888?l=aimeeren.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aimeeren.blogspot.com/feeds/4901906931585863888/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7892891&amp;postID=4901906931585863888&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7892891/posts/default/4901906931585863888'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7892891/posts/default/4901906931585863888'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aimeeren.blogspot.com/2007/05/i-wish-i-have-time-machine.html' title='i wish i have a time machine'/><author><name>Aimee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17747976854153984826</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ytpt8B1QxcI/S2pnWT45D6I/AAAAAAAAAp0/lJVL2mj4oKg/S220/DSC04912.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_ytpt8B1QxcI/Rj2Dtyf7iwI/AAAAAAAAAC0/hwzHRRy5xRw/s72-c/prison.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7892891.post-4286757175360107400</id><published>2007-05-01T08:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-05-24T23:32:49.741-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The guy in my dreams</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Since he is after all recurring in all kind of ways. I might as well post an entry about him in my new blog. The last time that I thought about this guy was October last year. He has been my crush for more than 5 years already. Five years ago, we were actually talking and very nice to each other. But college came, and I didn't know how but our friendship just basically melted.I haven't seen him almost a year now. And the only connection we would probably have is friendster. But I don't know why everytime I have a dream na andun siya.. I always remember it in some way or another.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There is something about this dream I had kanina. Usually, he would reject or snub me.. but this time we were actually friends. And he kept on reaching out. He kept on talking to me. He kept on reminding me of the things that we used to remember. And he actually said that he considered living a life with me. Maybe as friends, maybe in another form of relationship.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But that is just dreamland. In reality, he has been happily in a relationship for about 7 years already. With the same girl. And even if its just pictures I see.. that they are meant for each other. Super comfortable not only silang dalawa, but the people around them that they have brought together. I can honestly say that there is no better person for this guy other than his gf right now. It actually breaks my hurt to admit that. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was hurt when my friend blatantly told me to face the truth. A truth that I have already known for years now. Hindi talaga kami bagay. Another friend asked me, "pinagnanasahan mo ba ung guy?" It sounds pangit in filipino but I think what she actually meant was if I want to be with the guy. Truthfully, I want to be in the same kind of relationship. Not necessarily with that guy, but the same level. Sometimes, I would think I'm not capable of being in one. I don't have enough family role model of a successful or good relationship. One with respect, understanding, generosity and of course love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This guy, many people like him. Girls like him because he is gwapo and has a great built. Guys like him because he is sporty and very easy to get along with. I like him because he treats every human being with curiosity. He is genuinely interested in every person. The way he converse and treat other people is actually quite amazing.  And for someone who looks so good, I guess it puts him above in all aspects in my eyes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope that he would visit me again in my dreams late this year na.. he's kinda distracting. :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7892891-4286757175360107400?l=aimeeren.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aimeeren.blogspot.com/feeds/4286757175360107400/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7892891&amp;postID=4286757175360107400&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7892891/posts/default/4286757175360107400'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7892891/posts/default/4286757175360107400'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aimeeren.blogspot.com/2007/05/guy-in-my-dreams.html' title='The guy in my dreams'/><author><name>Aimee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17747976854153984826</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ytpt8B1QxcI/S2pnWT45D6I/AAAAAAAAAp0/lJVL2mj4oKg/S220/DSC04912.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7892891.post-6847912169238987758</id><published>2007-04-30T00:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-05-24T23:32:56.487-07:00</updated><title type='text'>i just lost 9 lbs in 2 weeks!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Waah! I never thought that having a bloated jaw and painful mouth would actually result to something good. I have been trying to lose weight since last year but I feel like every pound I lose would be gained overnight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MUMPS huh? I love it. After all the pain, fevers, headache, body pains it gave me... losing weight is actually a great result!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now this is something to smile about. :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7892891-6847912169238987758?l=aimeeren.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aimeeren.blogspot.com/feeds/6847912169238987758/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7892891&amp;postID=6847912169238987758&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7892891/posts/default/6847912169238987758'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7892891/posts/default/6847912169238987758'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aimeeren.blogspot.com/2007/04/i-just-lost-9-lbs-in-2-weeks.html' title='i just lost 9 lbs in 2 weeks!'/><author><name>Aimee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17747976854153984826</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ytpt8B1QxcI/S2pnWT45D6I/AAAAAAAAAp0/lJVL2mj4oKg/S220/DSC04912.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7892891.post-2097404049881917762</id><published>2007-04-28T23:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-05-24T23:33:09.256-07:00</updated><title type='text'>prison break season 2</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;I finally finished watching it! Super gwapo ni wentworth miller! There would be times na mahirapan ako magfocus sa panunood coz I'm just basically drooling! It doesn't matter kung anong suot niya, kung nakabackpack siya, kung naka eyeglasses siya, kung may blood siya sa mukha, kung madungis siya! Whatever ang gawin sa kanya.. papangitin.. papogiin.. its impossible for me to unlike this guy. I'm seriously dating Michael Scofield in real life.. although that would mean I would have to undergo some torture (i.e. electric shock) given by the US secret service.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_ytpt8B1QxcI/RjQ-Zyf7iuI/AAAAAAAAACk/irBttwHOfz8/s1600-h/pb_michael_1024x768.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_ytpt8B1QxcI/RjQ-Zyf7iuI/AAAAAAAAACk/irBttwHOfz8/s400/pb_michael_1024x768.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5058736894217259746" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In other news, things have been looking up.. I have narrowed the companies that I am waiting for to just three.. and I would probably take the first offer if the company I like the most would not offer me anything. Last april 28, they finally viewed my resume via jobstreet.. but no feedback yet so no expectations yet. O well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My cousin who is running for vice mayor has been getting rave reviews with her speech. She looked as if she was the only person with the brains to back up the position she is currently a candidate for. Wohoo! Three cheers for my cousin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So there. there's really nothing much to blog about except for the tv series that I am currently watching. Just wasting some time before I could finally declare that I no longer belong to the world of unemployed. :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7892891-2097404049881917762?l=aimeeren.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aimeeren.blogspot.com/feeds/2097404049881917762/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7892891&amp;postID=2097404049881917762&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7892891/posts/default/2097404049881917762'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7892891/posts/default/2097404049881917762'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aimeeren.blogspot.com/2007/04/prison-break-season-2.html' title='prison break season 2'/><author><name>Aimee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17747976854153984826</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ytpt8B1QxcI/S2pnWT45D6I/AAAAAAAAAp0/lJVL2mj4oKg/S220/DSC04912.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_ytpt8B1QxcI/RjQ-Zyf7iuI/AAAAAAAAACk/irBttwHOfz8/s72-c/pb_michael_1024x768.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7892891.post-2950849952772466761</id><published>2007-04-24T05:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-05-24T23:33:43.691-07:00</updated><title type='text'>game knb with edu</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_ytpt8B1QxcI/Ri3235Py9jI/AAAAAAAAACc/rOoTFRP6I_U/s1600-h/Gamekanaba2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_ytpt8B1QxcI/Ri3235Py9jI/AAAAAAAAACc/rOoTFRP6I_U/s400/Gamekanaba2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5056969396727248434" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nakakatawa si Edu maghost ng game knb. Dati kay kris super naaaliw na ako. Pero ngayon super tawa talaga. He turned the show into a variety show with everyone dancing and singing. Its really quite funny. And super candid din sumagot ng mga contestant during the interview portion. Some of the conversation goes this way..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is Edu taking with girl scouts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Edu: Buti naman naisipan niyo pa din maggirl scout kahit na konti nalang ngayon ang scouts.&lt;br /&gt;Girl Scout 1: Madami pa rin naman pong mga girl scouts e hindi niyo lang po nakikita kasi andito po kayo at nagtataping.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Edu: Sino ang crush mo?&lt;br /&gt;Girl Scout 2: Si Luis po.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Edu: Crush niya daw si Luis, ikaw ano naman masasabi mo dun?&lt;br /&gt;Girl Scout 3: Well, he's witty, intelligent and a very good host like his dad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;everyone in the audience claps.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Edu: O narinig mo yung sinabi niya a.. wag mo naman akong ibagsak. anong gusto mo kay Luis?&lt;br /&gt;Girl Scout 1: Ha? e hindi ko naman po siya crush e!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Laugh trip sobra! kapamilya shows have been keeping me company this whole duration that I am sick. Thank God in a few days okay nako.  :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7892891-2950849952772466761?l=aimeeren.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aimeeren.blogspot.com/feeds/2950849952772466761/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7892891&amp;postID=2950849952772466761&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7892891/posts/default/2950849952772466761'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7892891/posts/default/2950849952772466761'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aimeeren.blogspot.com/2007/04/game-knb-with-edu.html' title='game knb with edu'/><author><name>Aimee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17747976854153984826</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ytpt8B1QxcI/S2pnWT45D6I/AAAAAAAAAp0/lJVL2mj4oKg/S220/DSC04912.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_ytpt8B1QxcI/Ri3235Py9jI/AAAAAAAAACc/rOoTFRP6I_U/s72-c/Gamekanaba2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7892891.post-6472237070878796512</id><published>2007-04-20T02:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-04-20T03:00:20.749-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Its weird when this results comes out twice</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    &lt;a href="http://www.seductiveshorts.com/#goods/quiz"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;        &lt;img src="http://www.seductiveshorts.com/images/blogs/midas_touch.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    &lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7892891-6472237070878796512?l=aimeeren.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aimeeren.blogspot.com/feeds/6472237070878796512/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7892891&amp;postID=6472237070878796512&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7892891/posts/default/6472237070878796512'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7892891/posts/default/6472237070878796512'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aimeeren.blogspot.com/2007/04/its-weird-when-this-results-comes-out.html' title='Its weird when this results comes out twice'/><author><name>Aimee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17747976854153984826</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ytpt8B1QxcI/S2pnWT45D6I/AAAAAAAAAp0/lJVL2mj4oKg/S220/DSC04912.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7892891.post-3757580546427975806</id><published>2007-04-20T02:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-05-24T23:34:40.957-07:00</updated><title type='text'>and now its getting hotter!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Its so hot.. Its been a week and I still have mumps.. one week pa daw. Nakakainis whenever I wake up sobrang init! parang nagooverheat ung ulo ko sa init.. needless to say super bilis ko ding magalit ngayon. I'm so afraid of May na. I heard in the news na mas mainit pa next month.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't think of anything that I can do para mabawasan ung init.. kahit siguro magbabad ako sa swimming pool ng buong araw mainit pa din kasi mainit ung water. Mainit talaga sa lahat. Nakakainisl.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7892891-3757580546427975806?l=aimeeren.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aimeeren.blogspot.com/feeds/3757580546427975806/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7892891&amp;postID=3757580546427975806&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7892891/posts/default/3757580546427975806'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7892891/posts/default/3757580546427975806'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aimeeren.blogspot.com/2007/04/and-now-its-getting-hotter.html' title='and now its getting hotter!!!'/><author><name>Aimee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17747976854153984826</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ytpt8B1QxcI/S2pnWT45D6I/AAAAAAAAAp0/lJVL2mj4oKg/S220/DSC04912.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7892891.post-4481522967327436223</id><published>2007-04-14T04:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-05-24T23:35:23.073-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Friday the 13th took a toll on me</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;I never believed in myths. or in scary superstitions. Sure I would take precautions if there is nothing to lose but I was not one to alter my schedule and life plans just for stupid and baseless beliefs. But then again.. yesterday was probably the worst day of my life and it might just be coincidence that it was friday the 13th but I just can't help but think.. is it baseless after all?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It wasn't much the events that took place but the timing of all it. First of all, I woke up feeling a sore part of my left jaw. I told my mom about it the night before but she shrugged it off by thinking that it was just a muscle pain. My aunt took one look at it and told me I had mumps. MUMPS? as in the mumps sickness that we were all supposed to get a vaccine shot when we were kids. In fact,  researched it over the internet and found out that it is actually prevalent in kids. The facts about it were true, it is really painful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But the fact that I had mumps was nothing. The thing is... I am missing a lot because of this sickness. First, it is Nicole's birthday today and I can't even approach her because she is still a baby. Having a contagious disease affect a small one would probably break my heart even more than the fact that I could not hold and play with her. Its actually funny ironic because I just posted an entry about the fact that she is the only person that is giving me happiness now. They're even going to splash island tomorrow and it was planned that I was coming with them. Life really sucks&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its my cousin's first ever miting de avance. After helping her with the preparations. I could not even go there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another thing, I was not able to go to school yesterday and claim my class cards. It was the only time that a student can have grades changed. Turns out I had average grades which was bad because I had the highest grades in class.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally, I had a job interview request that I received thru email and text 3 hours after the  appointment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm thinking there must be some sort of sign or message over all this events but I just hope that I figure it all out.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7892891-4481522967327436223?l=aimeeren.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aimeeren.blogspot.com/feeds/4481522967327436223/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7892891&amp;postID=4481522967327436223&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7892891/posts/default/4481522967327436223'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7892891/posts/default/4481522967327436223'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aimeeren.blogspot.com/2007/04/friday-13th-took-toll-on-me.html' title='Friday the 13th took a toll on me'/><author><name>Aimee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17747976854153984826</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ytpt8B1QxcI/S2pnWT45D6I/AAAAAAAAAp0/lJVL2mj4oKg/S220/DSC04912.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7892891.post-5546225594221486944</id><published>2007-04-11T10:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-04-11T20:24:02.102-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Babies bring happiness to the world.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_ytpt8B1QxcI/Rh0bfuYextI/AAAAAAAAAB8/8fG0InkQFRM/s1600-h/new+baby+pics.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_ytpt8B1QxcI/Rh0bfuYextI/AAAAAAAAAB8/8fG0InkQFRM/s400/new+baby+pics.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5052224588820170450" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was feeling a little guilty this morning. I was carrying baby Nicole and sensed that she was so sleepy. But it was so hot inside their house so I brought her in our house. But like most babies, she couldn't sleep in a new environment so she kept on looking around. I tried to  make her lie but she kept on moving. And she was really having a hard time fighting her being sleepy because she kept rubbing her eyes and yawning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So finally, I've said.. "Matulog na!" And like most babies who fear loud voices, she just started crying and tears fell from her face. She has this hikbi face that she just couldn't remove and it really broke my heart to make her cry like that. And so I brought her back to her mom. Anyway, after 10 minutes, I saw her munching on chicken pieces that she was holding with both her hands. I was pretty sure that she was frightened a little earlier.. so I approached her slowly, and when my face was close to her face..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was so surprised when she tried to give the chicken to me by putting it in my mouth. I was in awe! I really thought she'd be awkward or something. But I guess babies are like that.. they exemplify innocence to the maximum level. I just love babies, specially baby Nicole. I can honestly say that she's a big reason why I'm feeling happy despite being jobless, loveless and basically relationship-less.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This post is also dedicated to my other babies..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Samantha. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_ytpt8B1QxcI/Rh0gB-YexuI/AAAAAAAAACE/hT9RRgb2xGI/s1600-h/Picture+066.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_ytpt8B1QxcI/Rh0gB-YexuI/AAAAAAAAACE/hT9RRgb2xGI/s400/Picture+066.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5052229575277201122" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Baby Sabrina&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_ytpt8B1QxcI/Rh0hjeYexvI/AAAAAAAAACM/Y-OgIDcc8gQ/s1600-h/Picture+171.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_ytpt8B1QxcI/Rh0hjeYexvI/AAAAAAAAACM/Y-OgIDcc8gQ/s400/Picture+171.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5052231250314446578" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and the three cuddly and super loveable trio (clockwise) &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Jack, Carissa and Isabel.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_ytpt8B1QxcI/Rh2l_OYexwI/AAAAAAAAACU/Pi3EPcUAvtI/s1600-h/my+babies.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_ytpt8B1QxcI/Rh2l_OYexwI/AAAAAAAAACU/Pi3EPcUAvtI/s400/my+babies.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5052376862590682882" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love you. I love you. I love you. Thank you for the extent of happiness that you could all give just by the thought of all of you! :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7892891-5546225594221486944?l=aimeeren.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aimeeren.blogspot.com/feeds/5546225594221486944/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7892891&amp;postID=5546225594221486944&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7892891/posts/default/5546225594221486944'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7892891/posts/default/5546225594221486944'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aimeeren.blogspot.com/2007/04/babies-bring-happiness-to-world.html' title='Babies bring happiness to the world.'/><author><name>Aimee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17747976854153984826</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ytpt8B1QxcI/S2pnWT45D6I/AAAAAAAAAp0/lJVL2mj4oKg/S220/DSC04912.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_ytpt8B1QxcI/Rh0bfuYextI/AAAAAAAAAB8/8fG0InkQFRM/s72-c/new+baby+pics.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7892891.post-3637368303603346842</id><published>2007-04-10T09:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-05-24T23:36:04.618-07:00</updated><title type='text'>age-ism and love</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;I met with my friends one day and suddenly realize how so many things have changed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aimee: Mil, kwento mo naman ung first kiss mo!&lt;br /&gt;Everybody: Uyyy!&lt;br /&gt;Mil: (sharing her story, then showing the picture of the guy)&lt;br /&gt;Princess: O, ok naman Mil ung guy a.. wag ka na masyado mapili kasi sa edad natin hindi na pwedeng maarte.&lt;br /&gt;Aimeeren: HA? uy grabe sobra ka naman.. hindi pa tayo dapat ganun! siguro kung 27 na tayo.&lt;br /&gt;Princess: 27 na kaya ako!&lt;br /&gt;Aimeeren: ay oo nga. higher batch ka pala. hehe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its funny how after more than 5 years, we're still the same group experiencing so many various firsts in love in relationships. From first babies to first kisses still.. I just love what we have become. If only I have a job, my non-existent lovelife would probably feel less lonely .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7892891-3637368303603346842?l=aimeeren.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aimeeren.blogspot.com/feeds/3637368303603346842/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7892891&amp;postID=3637368303603346842&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7892891/posts/default/3637368303603346842'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7892891/posts/default/3637368303603346842'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aimeeren.blogspot.com/2007/04/age-ism.html' title='age-ism and love'/><author><name>Aimee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17747976854153984826</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ytpt8B1QxcI/S2pnWT45D6I/AAAAAAAAAp0/lJVL2mj4oKg/S220/DSC04912.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7892891.post-219409446174721363</id><published>2007-04-09T21:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-04-09T21:37:23.270-07:00</updated><title type='text'>my two favorite koreans!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_ytpt8B1QxcI/RhsUCOYexsI/AAAAAAAAAB0/soXjrsrP5YU/s1600-h/10pdh8ign9.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_ytpt8B1QxcI/RhsUCOYexsI/AAAAAAAAAB0/soXjrsrP5YU/s400/10pdh8ign9.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5051653435479213762" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Wow! This is nice. Seeing Rain and Yoon Eun Hye together in this picture made me smile.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's good coz I'm having a really sad and bad week. And its only Tuesday.&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/7892891-219409446174721363?l=aimeeren.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aimeeren.blogspot.com/feeds/219409446174721363/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7892891&amp;postID=219409446174721363&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7892891/posts/default/219409446174721363'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7892891/posts/default/219409446174721363'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aimeeren.blogspot.com/2007/04/my-two-favorite-koreans.html' title='my two favorite koreans!'/><author><name>Aimee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17747976854153984826</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ytpt8B1QxcI/S2pnWT45D6I/AAAAAAAAAp0/lJVL2mj4oKg/S220/DSC04912.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_ytpt8B1QxcI/RhsUCOYexsI/AAAAAAAAAB0/soXjrsrP5YU/s72-c/10pdh8ign9.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7892891.post-6718563781380738243</id><published>2007-04-08T05:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-05-24T23:36:54.916-07:00</updated><title type='text'>the ideal guy</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Since I was so bored last month. I randomly.. urmmm handpicked three guys I know with impeccable characteristics and asked who among them they would choose. All these three are goodlooking men, finished college education and basically belong in middle class families. So here are the guy's characteristics:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Guy A:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Has a big heart&lt;br /&gt;*very trustworthy and dependable&lt;br /&gt;*can be your guy bestfriend&lt;br /&gt;*Plays soccer during his free time.&lt;br /&gt;*Very respectful and is easily liked by&lt;br /&gt;most parents.&lt;br /&gt;*not too tall compared to most guys.&lt;br /&gt;*very neat&lt;br /&gt;*can look ruggedly handsome and boyishly&lt;br /&gt;cute at the same time&lt;br /&gt;*not too smart (both book and street)&lt;br /&gt;*will probably not become very rich&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Guy B:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Has the best built.&lt;br /&gt;*A jock without the yabang factor.&lt;br /&gt;*Great dancer&lt;br /&gt;*Very loyal&lt;br /&gt;*Responsible and mature for his age.&lt;br /&gt;*Can be too vain sometimes&lt;br /&gt;*Very Sweet and thoughtful.&lt;br /&gt;*Not intelligent but is street smart&lt;br /&gt;*Party guy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Guy C:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Very Intelligent.&lt;br /&gt;*Great Conversationalist.&lt;br /&gt;*Good Listener.&lt;br /&gt;*Medium Height&lt;br /&gt;(not too tall or too short)&lt;br /&gt;*May seem shy at first but can&lt;br /&gt;engage you in intellectual conversations.&lt;br /&gt;*Easily makes you feel comfortable.&lt;br /&gt;*Will not let you feel out of place in&lt;br /&gt;a group.&lt;br /&gt;*Can Look "baduy" sometimes&lt;br /&gt;*very driven&lt;br /&gt;*will probably be the richest among the 3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The survey results were quite interesting. I had 19 respondents who would all prefer men to be their partner. (read: girls and gays.) At first guy B was ahead by so much.. but guy C challenged him with a head to head count leaving guy A behind. At the last minute, guy A rose above the challenges and managed to have an even score of 6 all. So since the voting period was still officially open, one vote still came in and a decision has to be made. Who won???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Surprisingly, guy C did. Well, I've always thought that guy B was a shoo-in for the title since in reality he is the one with the longstanding relationship. Bilib ako sa lalaking ito! Solid! And guy A? cmon! he's got the biggest heart, most understanding.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So since guy C is the winner, might as well add some more information about him. Well, he is very smart and outspoken. He's a go-getter. But he has a little problem handling relationships. Maybe when he gets older, things would change.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Of course, the survey I made was purely for fun. No indication whatsoever of future mate. But it was quite fun, think I'll launch the survey for a more respondents.  hehehe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One more thing. I didn't choose. I couldn't That's the thing when you know the guys personally, you just can't see them objectively.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In other news, HAPPY EASTER TO ALL! :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7892891-6718563781380738243?l=aimeeren.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aimeeren.blogspot.com/feeds/6718563781380738243/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7892891&amp;postID=6718563781380738243&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7892891/posts/default/6718563781380738243'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7892891/posts/default/6718563781380738243'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aimeeren.blogspot.com/2007/04/ideal-guy.html' title='the ideal guy'/><author><name>Aimee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17747976854153984826</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ytpt8B1QxcI/S2pnWT45D6I/AAAAAAAAAp0/lJVL2mj4oKg/S220/DSC04912.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7892891.post-3608817001600924419</id><published>2007-04-06T08:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-05-24T23:37:21.969-07:00</updated><title type='text'>the wait is the hardest</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;I applied to a job position in a company that I really like. They sent me an email that they would update me with my results within three days.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It has been 6 days...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The waiting part is the hardest. Its bad enough that I might be rejected. Not knowing where you really stand is harder.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ever since graduation last year, thisis the only time that I would be posting my graduation picture.. I miss my long black shiny hair! sniff!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_ytpt8B1QxcI/RhZkUkznq3I/AAAAAAAAABs/HPS2sq6U510/s1600-h/Nibungco,+Aimee+V.++10139419+B.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_ytpt8B1QxcI/RhZkUkznq3I/AAAAAAAAABs/HPS2sq6U510/s320/Nibungco,+Aimee+V.++10139419+B.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5050334336782936946" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7892891-3608817001600924419?l=aimeeren.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aimeeren.blogspot.com/feeds/3608817001600924419/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7892891&amp;postID=3608817001600924419&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7892891/posts/default/3608817001600924419'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7892891/posts/default/3608817001600924419'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aimeeren.blogspot.com/2007/04/wait-is-hardest.html' title='the wait is the hardest'/><author><name>Aimee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17747976854153984826</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ytpt8B1QxcI/S2pnWT45D6I/AAAAAAAAAp0/lJVL2mj4oKg/S220/DSC04912.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_ytpt8B1QxcI/RhZkUkznq3I/AAAAAAAAABs/HPS2sq6U510/s72-c/Nibungco,+Aimee+V.++10139419+B.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7892891.post-7943349002944124430</id><published>2007-04-03T22:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-04-06T08:13:48.819-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='paning'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='butong pakwan'/><title type='text'>Ang kwento ng isang sakong butong pakwan ni paning</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;Isang araw, may isang sakong butong pakwan ang binili kay aling Paning. Napagalaman na ito ang pinakamasarap na butong pakwan sa buong Pilipinas. Natutulog na ang mga tao sa kabahayan... bakit hindi tayo gumawa ng maliit na butas at sumungkit ng kahit isang piraso?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_ytpt8B1QxcI/RhMzjEznq1I/AAAAAAAAABc/milA6gMq8qU/s1600-h/Picture+021.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_ytpt8B1QxcI/RhMyMEznq0I/AAAAAAAAABU/Igg1CMZiNZE/s1600-h/Picture+020.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_ytpt8B1QxcI/RhMyMEznq0I/AAAAAAAAABU/Igg1CMZiNZE/s320/Picture+020.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5049434790242528066" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Naisipan ng isang bata na lumapit at magpose muna bago isagawa ang kanyang planong gumawa ng butas sa sako.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_ytpt8B1QxcI/RhMzjEznq1I/AAAAAAAAABc/milA6gMq8qU/s1600-h/Picture+021.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_ytpt8B1QxcI/RhMzjEznq1I/AAAAAAAAABc/milA6gMq8qU/s320/Picture+021.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5049436284891147090" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_ytpt8B1QxcI/RhM0e0znq2I/AAAAAAAAABk/mqiu1F7L72k/s1600-h/Picture+019.jpg"&gt;Ang batang nanguumit ng butong pakwan ay nadaganan ng sako! Mahuli kaya siya ng kanyang nanay? Malaman kaya na ang sako ay pilit na nilalagyan ng butas? Abangan sa mga susunod na kabanata! &lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_ytpt8B1QxcI/RhM0e0znq2I/AAAAAAAAABk/mqiu1F7L72k/s1600-h/Picture+019.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_ytpt8B1QxcI/RhM0e0znq2I/AAAAAAAAABk/mqiu1F7L72k/s320/Picture+019.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5049437311388330850" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7892891-7943349002944124430?l=aimeeren.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aimeeren.blogspot.com/feeds/7943349002944124430/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7892891&amp;postID=7943349002944124430&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7892891/posts/default/7943349002944124430'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7892891/posts/default/7943349002944124430'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aimeeren.blogspot.com/2007/04/ang-kwento-ng-isang-sakong-butong.html' title='Ang kwento ng isang sakong butong pakwan ni paning'/><author><name>Aimee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17747976854153984826</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ytpt8B1QxcI/S2pnWT45D6I/AAAAAAAAAp0/lJVL2mj4oKg/S220/DSC04912.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_ytpt8B1QxcI/RhMyMEznq0I/AAAAAAAAABU/Igg1CMZiNZE/s72-c/Picture+020.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7892891.post-2502473737443340067</id><published>2007-04-02T20:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-05-24T23:37:35.027-07:00</updated><title type='text'>ang apat na binatilyong pagong</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Bigla kong naalala ang dalawa kong kaibigan na nagtatalo...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E: Wala ka talagang childhood!&lt;br /&gt;G: Meron kaya!&lt;br /&gt;E: Wala no, di ka nga nakapanuod ng cartoons e!&lt;br /&gt;G: Nakpanuod ako no!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then napadaan kami sa isang toy store, naisipan kong subukin ang kaibigan kong si G.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A: Sige kung totoong may childhood ka, anong kulay ni Michaelangelo sa Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;G: Madali lang yun! Siyempre GREEN!&lt;br /&gt;E: Wala ka talagang childhood! Period!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_ytpt8B1QxcI/RhHNbbRdU_I/AAAAAAAAABM/iBVQvsps-yY/s1600-h/11TMNT1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_ytpt8B1QxcI/RhHNbbRdU_I/AAAAAAAAABM/iBVQvsps-yY/s320/11TMNT1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5049042528320181234" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7892891-2502473737443340067?l=aimeeren.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aimeeren.blogspot.com/feeds/2502473737443340067/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7892891&amp;postID=2502473737443340067&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7892891/posts/default/2502473737443340067'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7892891/posts/default/2502473737443340067'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aimeeren.blogspot.com/2007/04/ang-apat-na-binatilyong-pagong.html' title='ang apat na binatilyong pagong'/><author><name>Aimee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17747976854153984826</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ytpt8B1QxcI/S2pnWT45D6I/AAAAAAAAAp0/lJVL2mj4oKg/S220/DSC04912.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_ytpt8B1QxcI/RhHNbbRdU_I/AAAAAAAAABM/iBVQvsps-yY/s72-c/11TMNT1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7892891.post-8672827317762448423</id><published>2007-04-02T20:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-05-24T23:38:03.230-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='trip'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='delicacies'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='food'/><title type='text'>Trips for food</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_ytpt8B1QxcI/RhHHxrRdU-I/AAAAAAAAABE/wnrl0kYuQvc/s1600-h/Picture.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_ytpt8B1QxcI/RhHHxrRdU-I/AAAAAAAAABE/wnrl0kYuQvc/s320/Picture.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5049036313502503906" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;My mom is going to pampanga today to buy butong pakwan (dried watermelon seeds).  I don't know good it is but I keep on wondering because my mom is travelling for more than 2 hours just to buy them. My mom has this crazy impulsive hobby of buying food delicacies and specialties. Just last month, I found our house filled with three boxes of goodies from Biscocho Haus in Iloilo. We have biscocho, butterscotch bars, and other sweet stuff. The week after,&lt;br /&gt;she came from Cebu and brought home longganisa, danggit, other dried fish, dried` mangoes, mangorind and many more. Now I am not complaining because I eat a lot of the stuff that she brings home. But whenever she comes back from her trips, she is so tired she can barely walk. Makes me wonder if all those delicacies are all worth it. Well, if I was the probably the one traveling all the time, I would have bought the same things. Truthfully, there are just so many good stuff here in the country that we have all yet to try.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just the other day, since only me and my dad are home, he just bought me food. He ended buying me tapsilog (tapa + sinangag + itlog) &lt;see&gt;from a restaurant here in Tanza named Antonino's. It was really good I probably finished it in 10 minutes. Hehehe. There goes my plan of eating slowly!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been meaning to post a separate entry about food but it seems I became incapacitated after seeing pictures of my favorite foods. I just can't seem to finish it. Hope I finish it someday.&lt;/see&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7892891-8672827317762448423?l=aimeeren.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aimeeren.blogspot.com/feeds/8672827317762448423/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7892891&amp;postID=8672827317762448423&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7892891/posts/default/8672827317762448423'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7892891/posts/default/8672827317762448423'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aimeeren.blogspot.com/2007/04/trips-for-food.html' title='Trips for food'/><author><name>Aimee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17747976854153984826</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ytpt8B1QxcI/S2pnWT45D6I/AAAAAAAAAp0/lJVL2mj4oKg/S220/DSC04912.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_ytpt8B1QxcI/RhHHxrRdU-I/AAAAAAAAABE/wnrl0kYuQvc/s72-c/Picture.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7892891.post-321092939348246728</id><published>2007-04-02T00:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-05-24T23:38:12.602-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='teyz'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='election'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='campaign'/><title type='text'>start of campaign</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Its campaign period once again. This time my cousin is running for vice mayor and everyone in the family is busy doing some promotions. (?) One thing I consider both as a blessing and as a curse is the way my family gives all out support in about everything a family member goes into. Its very reassuring that there would be a big group of individuals who got our back but sometimes it gets physically, emotionally and even spiritually draining. Lahat ng resources lumalabas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My cousin is the ate in our group. She's very pretty and magaling dumiskarte. Napakagaling sa buhay. I think at age 22 she already made her 1st million. Very business-minded but also approachable. In total, she would be the best choice to become a public servant. She's quite unlucky though that her physical appearance has mistaken other people to think that she is incapable (because she looks young) and weak (because she is very pretty). What can I say? Well, she is a giving person. Minsan kuripot (hehe) but she would surprise us sometimes by treating us to dinner and movies and depositing small amounts in our bank accounts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, sometimes I would be afraid that people would take advantage of her. But I think she has been preparing herself for this moment all her life. Its her time. And I sure hope that she wins.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_ytpt8B1QxcI/RhCv7bRdU8I/AAAAAAAAAA0/4qFP1yUYtAI/s1600-h/Picture+002.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_ytpt8B1QxcI/RhCv7bRdU8I/AAAAAAAAAA0/4qFP1yUYtAI/s320/Picture+002.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5048728617750451138" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7892891-321092939348246728?l=aimeeren.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aimeeren.blogspot.com/feeds/321092939348246728/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7892891&amp;postID=321092939348246728&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7892891/posts/default/321092939348246728'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7892891/posts/default/321092939348246728'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aimeeren.blogspot.com/2007/04/start-of-campaign.html' title='start of campaign'/><author><name>Aimee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17747976854153984826</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ytpt8B1QxcI/S2pnWT45D6I/AAAAAAAAAp0/lJVL2mj4oKg/S220/DSC04912.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_ytpt8B1QxcI/RhCv7bRdU8I/AAAAAAAAAA0/4qFP1yUYtAI/s72-c/Picture+002.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7892891.post-369893348101637704</id><published>2007-04-01T04:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-04-01T05:21:52.043-07:00</updated><title type='text'>that first kiss</title><content type='html'>What's so special about that first kiss? They say it would forever be etched in your memory. That first kiss would set the standard for future kisses. That is why when she told me she was ready for it, I agreed that it was time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_ytpt8B1QxcI/Rg-jgbRdU7I/AAAAAAAAAAs/VNfPryGoDPo/s1600-h/CIMG0533.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_ytpt8B1QxcI/Rg-jgbRdU7I/AAAAAAAAAAs/VNfPryGoDPo/s320/CIMG0533.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5048433484777739186" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And it didn't help that she gave me tutti frutti popsies! How can I say no???&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7892891-369893348101637704?l=aimeeren.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aimeeren.blogspot.com/feeds/369893348101637704/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7892891&amp;postID=369893348101637704&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7892891/posts/default/369893348101637704'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7892891/posts/default/369893348101637704'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aimeeren.blogspot.com/2007/04/that-first-kiss.html' title='that first kiss'/><author><name>Aimee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17747976854153984826</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ytpt8B1QxcI/S2pnWT45D6I/AAAAAAAAAp0/lJVL2mj4oKg/S220/DSC04912.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_ytpt8B1QxcI/Rg-jgbRdU7I/AAAAAAAAAAs/VNfPryGoDPo/s72-c/CIMG0533.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7892891.post-7453659093854683204</id><published>2007-03-30T07:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-03-30T07:20:54.678-07:00</updated><title type='text'>what we do when we are sure no one is looking</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_ytpt8B1QxcI/Rg0Z37RdU6I/AAAAAAAAAAk/AL4B7ol2PtY/s1600-h/weirdos.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_ytpt8B1QxcI/Rg0Z37RdU6I/AAAAAAAAAAk/AL4B7ol2PtY/s200/weirdos.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5047719205946610594" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Clockwise: Te Ry, Camzi, Smarky, Aimee and Teyz&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;I just got my DVD yearbook and realized that I submitted this picture! Sobrang nagulat ako! What was I thinking? This picture is just so.. goofy, no poise whatsoever and a big trace of the journey to drunkenessdom! hahaha! Well, in the first place, we have never been the poised family even if people think that Teyz is. Bigla ko naalala what happened during that night! Well not all for the same reasons that I don't know kung bakit ganyan ang hitsura namin, at kung sino ba ang kumukuha ng picture. I clearly remember na I saw this lifeguard chair.. the one you see in baywatch. I asked Smarky to take a picture of me while I took a run for it going up the chair.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aimee: Kuya Mark! Kunan moko a! One Two Three... aaaaaaaaah! BLAG!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;silence.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aimee: Araaaaaaaaaaaaaay!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I never even reached step three. Di man lang ako nakaakyat. And I saw kuya mark behind me trying to hide his big laugh. Obviously he saw everything and almost dropped the camera just to conceal his laugh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After that night, I had this theory that I have multiple personality disorder. Camzi quickly told me that she thinks I have a personality disorder. Period.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seriously, I love this guys so much! They make me forget how lonely it gets sometimes when you are an only child.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's to more weird pictures in the future!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7892891-7453659093854683204?l=aimeeren.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aimeeren.blogspot.com/feeds/7453659093854683204/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7892891&amp;postID=7453659093854683204&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7892891/posts/default/7453659093854683204'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7892891/posts/default/7453659093854683204'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aimeeren.blogspot.com/2007/03/what-we-do-when-we-are-sure-no-one-is.html' title='what we do when we are sure no one is looking'/><author><name>Aimee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17747976854153984826</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ytpt8B1QxcI/S2pnWT45D6I/AAAAAAAAAp0/lJVL2mj4oKg/S220/DSC04912.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_ytpt8B1QxcI/Rg0Z37RdU6I/AAAAAAAAAAk/AL4B7ol2PtY/s72-c/weirdos.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7892891.post-7351980000306551265</id><published>2007-03-24T20:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-03-27T07:40:14.222-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Bring back those college memories... and friends!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_ytpt8B1QxcI/Rgkr3Ym_dqI/AAAAAAAAAAc/JvOs7BxEmGs/s1600-h/Picture+007.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_ytpt8B1QxcI/Rgkr3Ym_dqI/AAAAAAAAAAc/JvOs7BxEmGs/s200/Picture+007.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5046613087944144546" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday, I met with my college roommates and blockmates. And since there were two sets of friends, there were also two venues and only one Aimee, I found myself travelling for about 1/3 of the time.:)  But it was really fun! Especially since I get to see what we all became in a span of a little over 5 years since we entered college.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First stop: with my roomies aka pleasure seekers. Now it is a given that whenever, wherever we always have fun! Pag magkakasama kami nito lahat ng pambata at pangmatanda na kalokohan nagagawa namin. This time we met because Tera is leaving for US in 3 weeks time. We're not sure kung kelan siya ulit babalik dito. O well, being the first one in our barkada to get married, I say she  is always one step ahead of us. And I'm happy for her. But I don't think I'm ready for my own little family right now anyway. And princess is back from NY with a few pics beside NBA players who I don't know but I'm quite sure are known to other NBA fanatics.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Later at night, I went from Makati to Bicutan just to meet with my blockmates in LMG. I was scared at first to go because I was the only one left unemployed. O well.. it was fun after all. All the block drama, jokes and memories were still there.. and I was glad to see all of them.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7892891-7351980000306551265?l=aimeeren.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aimeeren.blogspot.com/feeds/7351980000306551265/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7892891&amp;postID=7351980000306551265&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7892891/posts/default/7351980000306551265'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7892891/posts/default/7351980000306551265'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aimeeren.blogspot.com/2007/03/bring-back-those-college-memories-and.html' title='Bring back those college memories... and friends!'/><author><name>Aimee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17747976854153984826</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ytpt8B1QxcI/S2pnWT45D6I/AAAAAAAAAp0/lJVL2mj4oKg/S220/DSC04912.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_ytpt8B1QxcI/Rgkr3Ym_dqI/AAAAAAAAAAc/JvOs7BxEmGs/s72-c/Picture+007.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7892891.post-5916318680934980399</id><published>2007-03-22T06:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-05-24T23:40:06.992-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='jobhunting'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='test'/><title type='text'>Quick Post</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;I feel bad because most of the blogskins that I got online are not compatible with the new blogger. Bugger. Bwisit talaga. I wanted pa naman this site not to look normal. Hehehe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In other news, I have tons of things to do before I sleep tonight which includes:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;1. Math HW&lt;br /&gt;2. English Paper Conclusion'&lt;br /&gt;3. Biology Homework&lt;br /&gt;4. Study for Biology Lecture Test&lt;br /&gt;5. Study for Biology Laboratory Test&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know how to whip it all up. But I sure hope my cramming abilities are still well, an ability.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, its so weird how normal my hormones are now. And currently, I am having PMS. I blame it for the fact that I easily get angry and frustrated. I answered online tests again. I don't know why I like answering them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;table align="center" border="0" cellpadding="2" cellspacing="0" width="350"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bg="" style="color: rgb(221, 221, 221);" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-size:78%;" &gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bg="" style="color: rgb(238, 238, 238);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;table align="center" border="0" cellpadding="2" cellspacing="0" width="350"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bg="" style="color: rgb(221, 221, 221);" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-size:78%;" &gt;&lt;b&gt;You've Got a Bit of a Crush&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bg style="color:#eeeeee;"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.yournewromance.com/areyoucrushingonhimquiz/bit-of-crush.jpg" height="100" width="100" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:78%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe your guy friend is a crush of convenience - easy enough to happen&lt;br /&gt;Did you just break up with someone? Or are you more lonely than usual?&lt;br /&gt;If no to both, then this small crush could be the real deal.&lt;br /&gt;Find out if he feels the same - because he just might!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://ynr.blogthings.com/areyoucrushingonhimquiz/"&gt;    Are You Crushing on Him (And Don't Even Know It)?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;People who know me may actually tell me that they already knew this. I don't know. It's just so wrong to have a crush on someone you have a perfect relationship with. And its funny that he just sent me a ym message while I'm typing this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And finally,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;table align="center" border="0" cellpadding="2" cellspacing="0" width="350"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bg="" style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-size:78%;" &gt;&lt;b&gt;You Are Jennifer Aniston&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bg style="color:#dddddd;"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.yournewromance.com/areyoumorelikejenniferorangelinaquiz/jennifer.jpg" height="100" width="100" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:78%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;Girl next door with a free spirit.&lt;br /&gt;You're low key and naturally sexy.&lt;br /&gt;Sweet and approachable, people are attracted to your upbeat attitude.&lt;br /&gt;And even when life doesn't go your way, you always eventually turn things around.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://ynr.blogthings.com/areyoumorelikejenniferorangelinaquiz/"&gt;Are You More Like Jennifer or Angelina?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm just too goody-goody to be an angelina.  hihi!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I'm back to job hunting again. I applied for a position in a company where I would be directly competing with my friend Aimee. She was too excited about it. Aimee vs. Aimee Hehehe. I hope I get the job. Sometimes it scares me a lot that I'm in such a hurry to fimnd a job mainly because there is another batch of graduates ready to compete for the jobs I'm applying for. Grr. And the fact that I had a six month hiatus may work to their advantage. O well. By april, I should be in makati already... life at home is slowly choking me.&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/7892891-5916318680934980399?l=aimeeren.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aimeeren.blogspot.com/feeds/5916318680934980399/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7892891&amp;postID=5916318680934980399&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7892891/posts/default/5916318680934980399'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7892891/posts/default/5916318680934980399'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aimeeren.blogspot.com/2007/03/quick-post.html' title='Quick Post'/><author><name>Aimee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17747976854153984826</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ytpt8B1QxcI/S2pnWT45D6I/AAAAAAAAAp0/lJVL2mj4oKg/S220/DSC04912.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7892891.post-5520338559228484688</id><published>2007-03-21T02:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-05-24T23:40:26.782-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='jobhunt'/><title type='text'>Jobless @ 23</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;And since I don't know why I cannot post anything good in tabulas, I've decided to change start anew here in blogger. Its not that I don't like tabs, its just that I feel after graduation, I need to have a new environment. New place to express my thoughts, to rant about problems and to blab about my secrets. So setting that aside, here it goes...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its the year of the pig. My year. I waited for all the the other animals to pass and finally say to myself that this is my year! Well, as of now, that is yet to be seen. Last year, the year of the dog was pretty good for me. I just hope my own year is better. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I have been continuously looking for work now. Its so hard to find an honest to goodness job. There are just a lot of variables to take note of. And finally, the incessant question that keep haunting me, How much is the pay? I can honestly say that I am just simply looking for a job where I can learn a lot. A job that is career-wise fulfilling. A job that could set my career path straight. Well I'm still on the process of finding one. I just hope that come April I'm already working. Being 23 and jobless doesn't suit me well. Anxiety issues.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had a job interview last week. Something bothered me. the way he kept asking personal questions about my family, my lovelife and other stuffs. It's unfair because I prepared for a formal business interview. Talk about over-preparing, if there is even a term. I feel so unfulfilled. I really want to just nudge my life forward a little. Just to get things started.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And so, here I am again looking and looking and still looking for that job. I just hope that job finds it way to me. Anyway, some pictures to get this blog started.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_ytpt8B1QxcI/RgEAr4m_doI/AAAAAAAAAAM/Re9XQsLHKtQ/s1600-h/Picture+169.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_ytpt8B1QxcI/RgEAr4m_doI/AAAAAAAAAAM/Re9XQsLHKtQ/s200/Picture+169.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5044313811561969282" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7892891-5520338559228484688?l=aimeeren.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aimeeren.blogspot.com/feeds/5520338559228484688/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7892891&amp;postID=5520338559228484688&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7892891/posts/default/5520338559228484688'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7892891/posts/default/5520338559228484688'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aimeeren.blogspot.com/2007/03/jobless-23.html' title='Jobless @ 23'/><author><name>Aimee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17747976854153984826</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ytpt8B1QxcI/S2pnWT45D6I/AAAAAAAAAp0/lJVL2mj4oKg/S220/DSC04912.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_ytpt8B1QxcI/RgEAr4m_doI/AAAAAAAAAAM/Re9XQsLHKtQ/s72-c/Picture+169.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7892891.post-109195013763453187</id><published>2004-08-08T00:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-08-08T00:28:57.636-07:00</updated><title type='text'>newbie</title><content type='html'>I am not yet sure if I'm gonna use this. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway, my current blog is in tabulas. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;www.tabulas.com/~capitan_aimee&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7892891-109195013763453187?l=aimeeren.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aimeeren.blogspot.com/feeds/109195013763453187/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7892891&amp;postID=109195013763453187&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7892891/posts/default/109195013763453187'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7892891/posts/default/109195013763453187'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aimeeren.blogspot.com/2004/08/newbie.html' title='newbie'/><author><name>Aimee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17747976854153984826</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ytpt8B1QxcI/S2pnWT45D6I/AAAAAAAAAp0/lJVL2mj4oKg/S220/DSC04912.JPG'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry></feed>
