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&lt;p&gt;I love these so much!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/inmypocket/~4/D9ZOJSWfMqw" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</description><enclosure url="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3554/3686910076_b63b479778_m.jpg" length="0" type="image/jpeg" /><dc:date.Taken xmlns:dc="http://purl.org/dc/elements/1.1/">2009-07-04T12:49:42-08:00</dc:date.Taken><feedburner:origLink>http://www.flickr.com/photos/noelledg/3686910076/</feedburner:origLink></item><item><title>Shoe Love: STOMP! [Flickr]</title><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/inmypocket/~3/D7aABcKc6O8/</link><category>birthday</category><category>shopping</category><category>dcshoes</category><category>noelledeguzman</category><dc:creator xmlns:dc="http://purl.org/dc/elements/1.1/">NoelleDeGuzman</dc:creator><pubDate>Sat, 04 Jul 2009 02:23:11 PDT</pubDate><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:flickr.com,2005:/photo/3686909616</guid><description>&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/people/noelledg/"&gt;NoelleDeGuzman&lt;/a&gt; posted a photo:&lt;/p&gt;
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&lt;p&gt;Imma stomp about town in these!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/inmypocket/~4/D7aABcKc6O8" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</description><enclosure url="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3636/3686909616_f928ce499c_m.jpg" length="0" type="image/jpeg" /><dc:date.Taken xmlns:dc="http://purl.org/dc/elements/1.1/">2009-07-04T12:50:44-08:00</dc:date.Taken><feedburner:origLink>http://www.flickr.com/photos/noelledg/3686909616/</feedburner:origLink></item><item><title>Eve 2 [Flickr]</title><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/inmypocket/~3/a0Z5M-aoHUE/</link><category>eve</category><category>selfportrait</category><category>noelledeguzman</category><dc:creator xmlns:dc="http://purl.org/dc/elements/1.1/">NoelleDeGuzman</dc:creator><pubDate>Thu, 02 Jul 2009 21:33:34 PDT</pubDate><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:flickr.com,2005:/photo/3683782892</guid><description>&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/people/noelledg/"&gt;NoelleDeGuzman&lt;/a&gt; posted a photo:&lt;/p&gt;
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&lt;p&gt;Can anyone be innocent again?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/inmypocket/~4/a0Z5M-aoHUE" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</description><enclosure url="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3551/3683782892_704d90fd83_m.jpg" length="0" type="image/jpeg" /><dc:date.Taken xmlns:dc="http://purl.org/dc/elements/1.1/">2009-07-03T10:51:34-08:00</dc:date.Taken><feedburner:origLink>http://www.flickr.com/photos/noelledg/3683782892/</feedburner:origLink></item><item><title>Eve [Flickr]</title><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/inmypocket/~3/HUjiVzWdesA/</link><category>eve</category><category>selfportrait</category><category>noelledeguzman</category><dc:creator xmlns:dc="http://purl.org/dc/elements/1.1/">NoelleDeGuzman</dc:creator><pubDate>Thu, 02 Jul 2009 21:33:14 PDT</pubDate><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:flickr.com,2005:/photo/3682970545</guid><description>&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/people/noelledg/"&gt;NoelleDeGuzman&lt;/a&gt; posted a photo:&lt;/p&gt;
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&lt;p&gt;Eve had a choice.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/inmypocket/~4/HUjiVzWdesA" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</description><enclosure url="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3585/3682970545_fefe933a25_m.jpg" length="0" type="image/jpeg" /><dc:date.Taken xmlns:dc="http://purl.org/dc/elements/1.1/">2009-07-03T10:52:21-08:00</dc:date.Taken><feedburner:origLink>http://www.flickr.com/photos/noelledg/3682970545/</feedburner:origLink></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17703772.post-2485331525935882833</guid><pubDate>Sat, 27 Jun 2009 15:46:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-06-28T00:16:37.631+08:00</atom:updated><title>(Mis)Print</title><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/inmypocket/~3/dWaEfSqEEMo/misprint.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Noelle De Guzman)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">0</thr:total><description>Did I tell you about the time a friend put my thoughts and picture into her article in Inquirer? It was about high school valedictorians and where they are now. No, I don't think I ever mentioned it because when that article was published back in 2007, they printed the wrong photo under my name! (It was the author's photo instead.) And even when the author told them of their mistake, they never rectified the error. Bah.

I bring this up now because I have an article in the Inquirer today (June...&lt;br/&gt;
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I've had Lady Emma (my ASUS eeePC) for a year and three months. I remember being so happy because I'd bought this 701 8G beauty in Macau when all the eeePCs in the Philippines were simple 4Gs.Since then the times have changed. ASUS has been rolling out higher-capacity eeePCs (like the eeePC 1000 my mom bought) with Windows XP pre-installed on them. I stuck with my eeePC's out-of-the-box Xandros install though, because all I needed from a notebook was just surfing,...&lt;br/&gt;
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The best thing about BodyJam is that every three months we get new music to move to, and more often than not I find those songs playing in the clubs...&lt;br/&gt;
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They were wonderful to work with -- very friendly yet efficient. I love my new headshot!

Tags: Modeling, Headshot&lt;br/&gt;
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&lt;p&gt;BARE 5 : BITE&lt;br /&gt;
by JaydProductions and Tippyfield&lt;br /&gt;
May 2 2009 @ Tippy's Studio&lt;br /&gt;
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Photographer/Art Director:&lt;br /&gt;
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And BOOM! I was in Hair and Make-up with Raymund Acedo and did three sets modeling FABE clothing.

During the latter half of the shoot, Marvin Maning took over photographer duties, and the AI art director...&lt;br/&gt;
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Particularly when you find out almost all your molars have cavities. Not huge ones, but small pinprick holes in the biting surface. Sigh. So I've been going to my uncle's office the past three weeks (excluding Holy Thursday) and we still...&lt;br/&gt;
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The life of a Christ follower is not an easy one. i've known this for as long as I've been a Christian, but God hasn't asked me to deny myself so much -- until now. 

I have been living a life of my own, defining my own path, on my terms. I have been telling God, "Hey, You can use me -- but just in this way!"

But God has been prodding me, "What if I want to use you? Won't you let me...&lt;br/&gt;
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Century Tuna Superbods TVCLittle did I guess that I would be entering the contest.Check out my video on why I should be the next Century Tuna Superbod. They just put the wrong age in my info on the site... I am a long way from being 38 years old! (It's been corrected now.) &amp;Uuml; I'm attending the final go-see on April 4 at The Manor in Eastwood City. (UPDATE: I was unable to go.)

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Unfortunately, work got in the way of my practice schedules, and I kept pushing back the days I would practice running at least 5 kilometers on a treadmill or on a track. And then, Race Day...&lt;br/&gt;
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Cafe Provençal is one of those places that have been around forever in Shangri-La Mall. It's also, unfortunately, one of the places I'd never tried. So, armed with my empty stomach, I and around 25 other bloggers descended on Cafe Provençal last Tuesday for pizza and wine -- and then some.
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There are good mirrors, and there are bad ones. The good mirrors don't lie, or if they do they make you thinner or taller than you really are, instantly banishing an extra five pounds off your hips. And if the good mirror is lit by orange or yellow light, blemishes on your face magically disappear as well.

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After much procrastinating (by me) and prodding (by my mentor Jourdan S. and my peers), I finally scheduled a pictorial for a series of photos I would use as my portfolio. Whether I put these in a black...&lt;br/&gt;
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"Demon Cellphone Number"
Writer:  Joaqui Tupas

Synopsis:
Four friends try out an urban legend that requires you to call a special cellphone number – the devil's number. As one of them dies, they realize the truth and seriousness of this legend and Denise, the victim's girlfriend, seeks the help of the Midnight DJ team. The team led by Samboy agrees to help them but...&lt;br/&gt;
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The episode reruns Wednesday midnight. Thanks!

Explanations in a later post. LOL &amp;Uuml;

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Early this year as I faced a personal crisis in self-confidence and faith in God, I was challenged by a pastor's message during our weekend services at VCF Galleria to pray for something that seems impossible. From personal conviction that God is greater than I can ever imagine, I decided to do so.

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