<?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:blogger='http://schemas.google.com/blogger/2008' 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-2894303271360686246</id><updated>2024-10-05T12:19:02.494+08:00</updated><category term="Human behavior"/><category term="Technology"/><category term="feel good movie"/><category term="holidays"/><title type='text'>Light up a story</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lizclairborne.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2894303271360686246/posts/default'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lizclairborne.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2894303271360686246/posts/default?start-index=26&amp;max-results=25'/><author><name>Capturing Life</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04151879523543937708</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>43</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>25</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2894303271360686246.post-4701930190767167964</id><published>2007-07-13T17:58:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2013-07-16T20:24:57.663+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I love  Hindi Kita Malilimutan song!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;color: black; font-family: Verdana; font-size: 11;&quot;&gt;Ever since I started singing with my smdp, music chorale,&amp;amp; w/ other groups Open Palm songs were always part of it. :) I just had to comment here! Wowwww - Open  Palm - Holy Jesuits! ;) I love their songs, especially Hindi Kita Malilimutan!!! Buti kamo Atenista pala sila &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Verdana; font-size: 11;&quot;&gt;girlalulalulalu &lt;span style=&quot;color: black;&quot;&gt;, and they got a lot of holy friends! Galing!!! Well, I&#39;m really sure that the Chinese Priest, Fr. Ben, Roma or some blockmates will give me a copy of CD Hindi Kita Malilimutan ,just liked the God of Silence CD!:): &lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;color: black; font-family: Verdana; font-size: 11;&quot;&gt;I too feel weary of discussing their choir with my current school. I know I promised myself I&#39;ll try to be more substantial; however the urgency to be light and bubbly and jologs again has escalated that I need to share it kahit dito lang. (Ok, that probably came out condescendingly funny but whatebs!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Verdana; font-size: 11;&quot;&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;color: black; font-family: Verdana; font-size: 11;&quot;&gt;Sometimes, things need to be jologs.&lt;u1:p&gt;&lt;/u1:p&gt; But I&#39;m happy; happy that I could sing again &quot;Hindi Kita Malilimutan&quot;, next week at Diliman Campus.  I must admit na hindi ko masyado gusto &#39;yung kanta iyon, dahil mga 7 beses lang naman pinakanta ito sa amin ( in my high school-based choir) , na putol-putol pa dahil sa kakaiyak sa patay/libing.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;color: black; font-family: Verdana; font-size: 11;&quot;&gt;Makatarungan ba &#39;yon?! na ipakanta sa libing yun ,bata pa talaga ako &#39;nun. Eh dati walang  ako kamalay-malay sa history kung paano nabuo kanta iyon.Tapos mag-expect ng malalim at makabuluhang pagkanta nun sa libing! Makatarungan ba naman pinakanta yun sa high school students! I never did get to sing it again. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Verdana; font-size: 11;&quot;&gt;So that&#39;s why am very glad for the first time, next week we&#39;re going to sing it again on a nice occasions.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;color: black; font-family: Verdana; font-size: 11;&quot;&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Verdana; font-size: 11;&quot;&gt;Bukas Palad songs serve an ideal and set a good example among many &lt;span style=&quot;color: black;&quot;&gt;as there are lots of angelic voices singing your prayers to God!&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;u1:p&gt;&lt;/u1:p&gt;Maybe&lt;span style=&quot;color: black;&quot;&gt; right now I feel like am in limbo, but think of it as more of an astrological waiting room rather than a grey area. I&#39;m actually preparing to do something rather daring or out-of-character. Perhaps planning to end an old friendship or relationship that&#39;s too limiting, or ready to renew an alliance that has some life in it yet. The stars encourage (and reward) bravery, so get ready, get set ... and go! All i could say for sure &quot; Hindi ko talaga Malilimutan&quot; iyon.  Embrace change today -- new opportunities will create exciting travel opportunities.&lt;u1:p&gt;&lt;/u1:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;color: black; font-family: Verdana; font-size: 11;&quot;&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;blogger-post-footer&quot;&gt;http://feeds.feedburner.com/blogspot/ZxkT&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel="related" href="www.bukaspalad.com" title="I love  Hindi Kita Malilimutan song!"/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lizclairborne.blogspot.com/feeds/4701930190767167964/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment/fullpage/post/2894303271360686246/4701930190767167964?isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2894303271360686246/posts/default/4701930190767167964'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2894303271360686246/posts/default/4701930190767167964'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lizclairborne.blogspot.com/2007/07/i-love-hindi-kita-malilimutan-song.html' title='I love  Hindi Kita Malilimutan song!'/><author><name>Capturing Life</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04151879523543937708</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2894303271360686246.post-7101398371776651805</id><published>2007-07-10T20:34:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-10T20:40:33.818+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The new Simpsons Movie trailer!</title><content type='html'>&lt;object height=&quot;350&quot; width=&quot;425&quot;&gt;&lt;param name=&quot;movie&quot; value=&quot;http://www.youtube.com/v/q-O7Nteshv4&quot;&gt;&lt;param name=&quot;wmode&quot; value=&quot;transparent&quot;&gt;&lt;embed src=&quot;http://www.youtube.com/v/q-O7Nteshv4&quot; type=&quot;application/x-shockwave-flash&quot; wmode=&quot;transparent&quot; height=&quot;350&quot; width=&quot;425&quot;&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: verdana;&quot;&gt; hahahaha!! parang sira ulo na ko nung pinapanood ko eto, ewan ko bakit pero bentang benta talaga sa akin hahaha!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;blogger-post-footer&quot;&gt;http://feeds.feedburner.com/blogspot/ZxkT&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lizclairborne.blogspot.com/feeds/7101398371776651805/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment/fullpage/post/2894303271360686246/7101398371776651805?isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2894303271360686246/posts/default/7101398371776651805'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2894303271360686246/posts/default/7101398371776651805'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lizclairborne.blogspot.com/2007/07/new-simpsons-movie-trailer.html' title='The new Simpsons Movie trailer!'/><author><name>Capturing Life</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04151879523543937708</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2894303271360686246.post-7265827879477923739</id><published>2007-05-11T06:50:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-10T13:29:27.675+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Pinoy Big Brother</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur=&quot;try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}&quot; href=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhgjs5BhDHdZxwHVVD9GZxoMIIbQJawnRtQ63vi0sM3gMJpGuKvABOssIwA7ufyK0AEdxQV-1VhdEVE4w-7JH9-EWnT4XWELwOYsktZsoJleC3U3py2NcUAga2A5eWa6TotRiIXhrqke5h3/s1600-h/lizzz2.jpg&quot;&gt;&lt;img style=&quot;margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;&quot; src=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhgjs5BhDHdZxwHVVD9GZxoMIIbQJawnRtQ63vi0sM3gMJpGuKvABOssIwA7ufyK0AEdxQV-1VhdEVE4w-7JH9-EWnT4XWELwOYsktZsoJleC3U3py2NcUAga2A5eWa6TotRiIXhrqke5h3/s320/lizzz2.jpg&quot; alt=&quot;&quot; id=&quot;BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5085122727824098514&quot; border=&quot;0&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family:verdana;&quot;&gt;PBB proved that puppy and kitty-cute face has the right to stay within public interest. Otherwise, they will but naturally fall out of the game of survival of the fittest - attesting to corollary law of instant fame: disposable stardom.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is also where the irony lies. The thousands who dream of worming their way into media&#39;s spotlight are seemingly blinded by the promise and not the consequence. Yes, the spotlight may find its way into existence of the chosen few, but how long will last? How many of them proudly pour their hearts out about stories of dysfunctional lives and poverty, perform for the voyeuristic masses to win sympathy and hopefully admiration as investment to achieve stardom? And how many of them eventually find out that they are back to where they started when all the hoopla is over? Having tasted the intoxicating sound of applause, the return to the real world possesses all the subtleties of a plane crash.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;http://forums.abs-cbn.com/&quot;&gt;PBB&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family:verdana;&quot;&gt; &lt;/span&gt;shows were meant to be social experiments feeding on the insatiable curiosity of the ordinary about the equally ordinary. But out here, they have turned into nothing more but searches for the newest faces to crowd the television screen. And there is  an entirely different reality behind that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family:verdana;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;blogger-post-footer&quot;&gt;http://feeds.feedburner.com/blogspot/ZxkT&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lizclairborne.blogspot.com/feeds/7265827879477923739/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment/fullpage/post/2894303271360686246/7265827879477923739?isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2894303271360686246/posts/default/7265827879477923739'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2894303271360686246/posts/default/7265827879477923739'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lizclairborne.blogspot.com/2007/05/blog-post_11.html' title='Pinoy Big Brother'/><author><name>Capturing Life</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04151879523543937708</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhgjs5BhDHdZxwHVVD9GZxoMIIbQJawnRtQ63vi0sM3gMJpGuKvABOssIwA7ufyK0AEdxQV-1VhdEVE4w-7JH9-EWnT4XWELwOYsktZsoJleC3U3py2NcUAga2A5eWa6TotRiIXhrqke5h3/s72-c/lizzz2.jpg" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2894303271360686246.post-5559817816011743091</id><published>2007-04-26T12:01:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-26T13:09:58.011+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Yes, I still haven&#39;t forgotten about blogging, hehe! :p</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur=&quot;try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}&quot; href=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhZKTprx4p0aspVtCB3oTaOw50pJmHhaaO5Nmx9qawY5MHmJ6glIidFbBzUSq1KBb2RY4HjCBfL-MSmWf6XZmiDwHPcm8m3ZTW8FKEzVf67fGSGoimObaJKlxpL5qh9p79et3UOKRem_LIm/s1600-h/the+katakawan+gutom+na+talaga+.........jpg&quot;&gt;&lt;img style=&quot;margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;&quot; src=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhZKTprx4p0aspVtCB3oTaOw50pJmHhaaO5Nmx9qawY5MHmJ6glIidFbBzUSq1KBb2RY4HjCBfL-MSmWf6XZmiDwHPcm8m3ZTW8FKEzVf67fGSGoimObaJKlxpL5qh9p79et3UOKRem_LIm/s320/the+katakawan+gutom+na+talaga+.........jpg&quot; alt=&quot;&quot; id=&quot;BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5057582325360285586&quot; border=&quot;0&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: verdana;&quot;&gt;                                                                                Lunch with bea&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;p style=&quot;font-family: verdana;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size:11;&quot;&gt;Wow... Haven’t blogged in such a long time... Ok. So basically it&#39;s summer and like most of the people here on earth, I’ve been doing a lot of stuff to be more productive. Bea, my friend, was on the &lt;span style=&quot;&quot;&gt;google and we talked this morning&lt;/span&gt; and our conversation goes like this:&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style=&quot;font-family: verdana;&quot; class=&quot;MsoBodyText&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size:11;&quot;&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style=&quot;font-family: verdana;&quot; class=&quot;MsoBodyText&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size:11;&quot;&gt;ME: genius kse yun&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style=&quot;font-family: verdana;&quot; class=&quot;MsoBodyText&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size:11;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;&quot;&gt; &lt;/span&gt;B: I don&#39;t remember having an issue with anyone on LIVEJOURNAL, ate&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style=&quot;font-family: verdana;&quot; class=&quot;MsoBodyText&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size:11;&quot;&gt;ME: me too&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style=&quot;font-family: verdana;&quot; class=&quot;MsoBodyText&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size:11;&quot;&gt;B: hehehe. i don&#39;t believe that&lt;span style=&quot;&quot;&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;t1moune don&#39;t have issues anymore with the educ.girl&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style=&quot;font-family: verdana;&quot; class=&quot;MsoBodyText&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size:11;&quot;&gt;ME: that&#39;s none of our business. But I don&#39;t stalk people for more than 5 years then go stalking their friends if they don&#39;t get what they want. I knew it from the start,hehehe….you see they need to let go of things as what jemgrace said.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style=&quot;font-family: verdana;&quot; class=&quot;MsoBodyText&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size:11;&quot;&gt;B: chillin&#39; somewhere else (I’m away from the computer.  I&#39;ll get back to you later.) &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style=&quot;font-family: verdana;&quot; class=&quot;MsoBodyText&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size:11;&quot;&gt;Me: hahahaha.  What else do you know about those issues?&lt;br /&gt;B: huh? Well, I was asking for the last details why you can’t give me the last info. ?&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style=&quot;font-family: verdana;&quot; class=&quot;MsoBodyText&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size:11;&quot;&gt;Me: hahahahahaha. oh, I didn&#39;t say anything about them,ayaw ko ng gulo.Wala akong ibang hangad kundi peace on earth.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style=&quot;font-family: verdana;&quot; class=&quot;MsoBodyText&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size:11;&quot;&gt;B: kanta naming yan. I just find it amazing how they did that.&lt;br /&gt;ME: oh no.so nakita MO NA un ? yikes. Hehehe.&lt;br /&gt;B: anyway, coz we really hAVE common friends...YOU know Sali ka na kse&lt;br /&gt;Me: pero you &amp; Father were able to establish that connection.... so that&#39;s weird&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;&quot;&gt; &lt;/span&gt;don&#39;t you think that&#39;s weird? Oh, don&#39;t pass the ball to me.  I didn&#39;t do any enlightening.  You just gave all these info and i asked questions.  i didn&#39;t confirm anything. You know that. But thanks!  &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style=&quot;font-family: verdana;&quot; class=&quot;MsoBodyText&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size:11;&quot;&gt;B: you were mentioning people i &lt;span style=&quot;&quot;&gt; &lt;/span&gt;know. and hindi naman ako busy so i accomodated those incidents and responded to them. fair enough? eh? Kya si Kenneth natatawa lalo na last year ang plastic.Even you mentioned to nblog I liked your hair so how do you manage iT?&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style=&quot;font-family: verdana;&quot; class=&quot;MsoBodyText&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size:11;&quot;&gt;Me: promise civil lang ako.choir workshop un. Nyarks. Hahahahahahaha.sabi nga ni fr.ben who cares? i appreciate that. You know that carlo said to me: hope you can get hold of our other cds as well and watch our concert. I replied said: oh that’s nice but I have your songs at my I pod that’s enough.un etc…..&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style=&quot;font-family: verdana;&quot; class=&quot;MsoBodyText&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size:11;&quot;&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style=&quot;font-family: verdana;&quot; class=&quot;MsoBodyText&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size:11;&quot;&gt;B: ATE ganito na lang total the bf of yours connected sa kanila,mag-member kana sa amin anyway gtg,see yah&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style=&quot;font-family: verdana;&quot; class=&quot;MsoBodyText&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size:11;&quot;&gt;Me: luka-luka ayaw ko that’s my decision.kahit na sa inyo ako,magugulo pa rin nila ako,basta magulo open palm yun na.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style=&quot;font-family: verdana;&quot; class=&quot;MsoBodyText&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size:11;&quot;&gt;B:OKEI Mwah!!!&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style=&quot;font-family: verdana;&quot; class=&quot;MsoBodyText&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size:11;&quot;&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;blogger-post-footer&quot;&gt;http://feeds.feedburner.com/blogspot/ZxkT&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lizclairborne.blogspot.com/feeds/5559817816011743091/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment/fullpage/post/2894303271360686246/5559817816011743091?isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2894303271360686246/posts/default/5559817816011743091'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2894303271360686246/posts/default/5559817816011743091'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lizclairborne.blogspot.com/2007/04/yes-i-still-havent-forgotten-about.html' title='Yes, I still haven&#39;t forgotten about blogging, hehe! :p'/><author><name>Capturing Life</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04151879523543937708</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhZKTprx4p0aspVtCB3oTaOw50pJmHhaaO5Nmx9qawY5MHmJ6glIidFbBzUSq1KBb2RY4HjCBfL-MSmWf6XZmiDwHPcm8m3ZTW8FKEzVf67fGSGoimObaJKlxpL5qh9p79et3UOKRem_LIm/s72-c/the+katakawan+gutom+na+talaga+.........jpg" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2894303271360686246.post-6292330905067121723</id><published>2007-03-09T20:17:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-09T20:23:32.257+08:00</updated><title type='text'>In the past…</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur=&quot;try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}&quot; href=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiaDkIJiCtnMzLtPCREg19H8qdue-ZOhAdsJ3BtuyJoK-QIORCi_hi8S93H4QgPL7wGGv86Xcpz1TS8sNnDnyFWXV3yBl9-IJI2R-nUFI0BpCYeoOfwjOXmdS1cJCxywaZThY7AxHIM1qzL/s1600-h/anyagnada.gif&quot;&gt;&lt;img style=&quot;margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;&quot; src=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiaDkIJiCtnMzLtPCREg19H8qdue-ZOhAdsJ3BtuyJoK-QIORCi_hi8S93H4QgPL7wGGv86Xcpz1TS8sNnDnyFWXV3yBl9-IJI2R-nUFI0BpCYeoOfwjOXmdS1cJCxywaZThY7AxHIM1qzL/s400/anyagnada.gif&quot; alt=&quot;&quot; id=&quot;BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5039897946478691234&quot; border=&quot;0&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size:100%;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family:verdana;&quot;&gt;It might seem like the natural order of things: The young look forward to the future while those with most of their lives behind them happily into reminiscence. But it becomes a problem when the starts living completely in the past and ignoring the present.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;p class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;  style=&quot;font-family:verdana;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size:100%;&quot;&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;  style=&quot;font-family:verdana;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size:100%;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;  style=&quot;font-family:verdana;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size:100%;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;  style=&quot;font-family:verdana;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size:100%;&quot;&gt;So someone who is unhappy with their surroundings might find it easier to retreat in the past. Indeed, there are many reasons why the past is so important to many senior citizens. Elderly people are often marginalized in life as actively as young people. If older people are fully valued and taken seriously, then they go about their lives and the present day much more positively.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;  style=&quot;font-family:verdana;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size:100%;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;&quot;&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;  style=&quot;font-family:verdana;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size:100%;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;  style=&quot;font-family:verdana;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size:100%;&quot;&gt;Memories and old stories are not necessarily bad. Many young people begin to take account of their lives as they get old, and that dredges up a lot of memories. Instead of living silently in the past, older people should seek contact with the younger generation. Psychologist and gerontologist recommend that the middle-aged people should be sure to maintain contacts and keep their spirits up. That can means games, dancing, sports or advanced crossword puzzles. Old people should read a newspaper, watch the news, and make dates and then discuss it all. But the old stories should not be lost under any circumstances. Young people should ask older people to write down their experiences and impressions. After all telling stories from old times is not just an expression of boredom or dissatisfaction. Many interesting memories are nice and above all, interest the great grandchildren.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;  style=&quot;font-family:verdana;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size:100%;&quot;&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;span style=&quot;font-size:130%;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;blogger-post-footer&quot;&gt;http://feeds.feedburner.com/blogspot/ZxkT&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lizclairborne.blogspot.com/feeds/6292330905067121723/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment/fullpage/post/2894303271360686246/6292330905067121723?isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2894303271360686246/posts/default/6292330905067121723'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2894303271360686246/posts/default/6292330905067121723'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lizclairborne.blogspot.com/2007/03/in-past.html' title='In the past…'/><author><name>Capturing Life</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04151879523543937708</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiaDkIJiCtnMzLtPCREg19H8qdue-ZOhAdsJ3BtuyJoK-QIORCi_hi8S93H4QgPL7wGGv86Xcpz1TS8sNnDnyFWXV3yBl9-IJI2R-nUFI0BpCYeoOfwjOXmdS1cJCxywaZThY7AxHIM1qzL/s72-c/anyagnada.gif" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2894303271360686246.post-7837094341752434898</id><published>2007-02-26T18:06:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-03T21:25:12.166+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Gratitude</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur=&quot;try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}&quot; href=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhVLjEXIt6ltHU3FXeM63b7VOWuHfTR5o8_yoH5Pjraht9ifI_XUfrhssZ79yT68AYY-RzulV1G8quItI-H_FtLPpWF4OHhsDKGcxop6WjDX3BJlhSC2Txbeqk6loeGbMV8lB0jmkM4K3ny/s1600-h/q.jpg&quot;&gt;&lt;img style=&quot;display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;&quot; src=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhVLjEXIt6ltHU3FXeM63b7VOWuHfTR5o8_yoH5Pjraht9ifI_XUfrhssZ79yT68AYY-RzulV1G8quItI-H_FtLPpWF4OHhsDKGcxop6WjDX3BJlhSC2Txbeqk6loeGbMV8lB0jmkM4K3ny/s400/q.jpg&quot; border=&quot;0&quot; alt=&quot;&quot;id=&quot;BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5035782084190013618&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;&lt;font size=&quot;3&quot;&gt;To my loved ones, friends&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;&lt;font size=&quot;3&quot;&gt;and even strangers,&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;&lt;font size=&quot;3&quot;&gt;who have touched my life.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;&lt;font size=&quot;3&quot;&gt;I am gratified&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;&lt;font size=&quot;3&quot;&gt;that in my sufferings,&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;&lt;font size=&quot;3&quot;&gt;your time and resources, and prayers seem like gifts from above.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;&lt;font size=&quot;3&quot;&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;&lt;font size=&quot;3&quot;&gt;In the end, there will be no tears&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;&lt;font size=&quot;3&quot;&gt;sad notes, mournful words,&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;&lt;font size=&quot;3&quot;&gt;no remorse for what you&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;&lt;font size=&quot;3&quot;&gt;could have done.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;&lt;font size=&quot;3&quot;&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;&lt;font size=&quot;3&quot;&gt;Life is too short&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;&lt;font size=&quot;3&quot;&gt;for all human dreams,&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;&lt;font size=&quot;3&quot;&gt;but it is better by far&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;&lt;font size=&quot;3&quot;&gt;to leave behind&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;&lt;font size=&quot;3&quot;&gt;love that bind us.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;&lt;font size=&quot;3&quot;&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;&lt;font size=&quot;3&quot;&gt;I feel heaven’s hold&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;&lt;font size=&quot;3&quot;&gt;And hear its call ~&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;&lt;font size=&quot;3&quot;&gt;beautiful and serene…&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;&lt;font size=&quot;3&quot;&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;&lt;font size=&quot;3&quot;&gt;There are no words&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;&lt;font size=&quot;3&quot;&gt;with which to speak&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;&lt;font size=&quot;3&quot;&gt;or write about it.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;&lt;font size=&quot;3&quot;&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;&lt;font size=&quot;3&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;&quot;&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;&quot;&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;&lt;font size=&quot;3&quot;&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;&lt;font size=&quot;3&quot;&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;&lt;font size=&quot;3&quot;&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur=&quot;try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}&quot; href=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi1mzgSlUmpb8kpuBv0tKeprtzntI_bs13WduKb-Ad9CRF_A4Vx7bxhaUanc3h0QvY8ee5psqJWSrruTJY-8BlnrC0zsd1I2BXTFe75BayEC3pbn5pOhrf-Vm6N9QZif4henwgf_aYJ7OZW/s1600-h/a.gif&quot;&gt;&lt;img style=&quot;float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;&quot; src=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi1mzgSlUmpb8kpuBv0tKeprtzntI_bs13WduKb-Ad9CRF_A4Vx7bxhaUanc3h0QvY8ee5psqJWSrruTJY-8BlnrC0zsd1I2BXTFe75BayEC3pbn5pOhrf-Vm6N9QZif4henwgf_aYJ7OZW/s400/a.gif&quot; border=&quot;0&quot; alt=&quot;&quot;id=&quot;BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5035783866601441474&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;&lt;font size=&quot;3&quot;&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;font size=&quot;3&quot;&gt;This entry is dedicated to all those people whose time I have wasted listening to all my vents, rages, angst, frustrations, and hopes. You know who you are. Kung wala kayo, marahil ay baliw na ako.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;&lt;font size=&quot;3&quot;&gt;Friends come and go but there are some you would want to keep forever but though you want to keep that person in your life that person doesn&#39;t usually agree to that and you end up wondering if they are worth the importance you&#39;ve given to them in your life.&lt;/font&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;&lt;font size=&quot;3&quot;&gt;How can someone be such an essential part of our life and just vanish the next day? If I knew the answer to this I won&#39;t be having a hard time dealing with losing someone but I don&#39;t so I feel all miserable about it. I&#39;m not good at handling new emotions and going through with this is something I don&#39;t know how to deal with. I&#39;m not saying I never lost someone before but not in these circumstances. I would have easily accepted it if I did something really terrible but I don&#39;t recall doing that. I wish I know how to quit her but I can&#39;t. I know I&#39;m being pathetic and ridiculous and is really damaging my ego but for some unknown reason I can&#39;t seem to just let go.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;&lt;font size=&quot;3&quot;&gt;Things were said that no one ever intended to say and yet they were uttered and it brought about such emotional stress to the people involved. If it were up to me I won&#39;t let that get in a way of a good friendship but it was not up to me this time. She had made her decision and there&#39;s nothing I say or do can change that. Undoubtedly her decision to end it will cause me pain but it&#39;s something I have to accept and there&#39;s no use dwelling on it. Right now I just have to try my best not to think about her and I&#39;ll keep myself occupied with other things. I&#39;ll miss her for sure but life goes on.&lt;br style=&quot;&quot; /&gt;&lt;/font&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;&lt;font size=&quot;3&quot;&gt;Though I lost one friend last week another old friend had came back yesterday or more like I decided to contact her and meet up with her. Friends like her are the ones I should ensure I don&#39;t lose because in spite of us not seeing each other for months she&#39;s always on call when I need her around. Actually the reason why I asked her to have lunch with me is that I didn&#39;t want to stay at home because I might be tempted to try to contact the person who wants me not to talk to her. We talked for hours while I was passing time before I pick up my younger sister from school. It&#39;s always nice to know that there are people you can count on any time you need them and it&#39;s always nice to catch up on old times. Actually at one point in time we considered each other the best of friends and I&#39;d always be her friend in school projects during high school and we&#39;ve known each other since grade school. Originally she was a friend of my sister but when we were in high school we became close and we&#39;ve been good friends ever since. &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;&lt;font size=&quot;3&quot;&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjnFoQa47dZUvS4-pcQkI8Wpq9V9a99PbmUVOXoGJW8HZbiGcoTwTM0N98Ka8uEDX5HrIKwINr9x1pyDiP85OUhhTkuE2YVy1WCJY907KcQdSp_irSyDGhKDxNlzlEp5WQY4DLq4tr8HFkF/s1600-h/w.jpg&quot;&gt;&lt;img style=&quot;display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;&quot; src=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjnFoQa47dZUvS4-pcQkI8Wpq9V9a99PbmUVOXoGJW8HZbiGcoTwTM0N98Ka8uEDX5HrIKwINr9x1pyDiP85OUhhTkuE2YVy1WCJY907KcQdSp_irSyDGhKDxNlzlEp5WQY4DLq4tr8HFkF/s400/w.jpg&quot; border=&quot;0&quot; alt=&quot;&quot;id=&quot;BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5036857710870683970&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font size=&quot;3&quot;&gt;Stubbornness is never a good trait and so is too much persistent. I know eventually I&#39;ll get over this and just hope it&#39;s soon. I wish that when I wake up in the morning I&#39;ll stop remembering that person.&lt;/font&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;p class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;  &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font size=&quot;3&quot;&gt;I even find myself thinking about the people who became a part of my life. Those who are still around, those who became a part of my past and those I want to just let go and be part of yesterday.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;  &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;&lt;font size=&quot;3&quot;&gt;Indeed there are many people who became a part of my life and now I&#39;m left to thinking who among them was worth knowing and keeping in my life. Some of them I&#39;ve totally forgotten and stop being friends with, there are some who I try to forget but one way or the other they manage to haunt my thoughts. Right now I&#39;m thinking of making one of them part of those people who just came in to my life, thought me something, I&#39;ve learned to love and care for but will be best if she&#39;s out of my life for good.&lt;br style=&quot;&quot; /&gt;&lt;/font&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;p class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;&lt;font size=&quot;3&quot;&gt;You see I have this tendency to get too attached to people sometimes and yet I know that I&#39;m literally wasting my time, effort, and money on that person but still I would insist on being friends with that person. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;&lt;font size=&quot;3&quot;&gt;The problem with this whole forgetting about someone business is that you can&#39;t make it easy for anyone. You&#39;ll either get hurt or you&#39;ll end up hurting someone. The annoying thing about this is that you&#39;ll end up missing the person and even though you resolve to distant yourself from her and find other things to do, you still end up wondering about how she is doing and thus starting over a cycle. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;&lt;font size=&quot;3&quot;&gt;A cycle of caring, being worried, being annoyed, being disappointed, and any other feelings you can think of. One thing hard about letting someone be a part of your life and opening yourself up to that person and eventually caring for that person is that you open yourself to disappointments.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;p class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;&lt;font size=&quot;3&quot;&gt;I&#39;m not even going bother explaining what I&#39;m feeling now. I&#39;m tired of that and besides even though I try to explain things to that person won&#39;t get what I&#39;m trying to say, it always get misinterpreted so I&#39;ll keep quiet and will just one day stop talking to her. I think one less person to think about and stress over will be good for me. Besides there are still better friends left whom I should be giving more attention to. The only thing regretful about is the friendship is that you weren&#39;t able to do what you want to do to help the person out. It wouldn&#39;t be all that bad if you were able to make a difference in her life or at least help her with the mess she&#39;s in but then waiting for that to happen will just cause more unnecessary stress so I can&#39;t wait for that anymore and besides I&#39;m tired of it. &lt;br style=&quot;&quot; /&gt;&lt;/font&gt; &lt;br style=&quot;&quot; /&gt; &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;font size=&quot;3&quot;&gt;On a related note: These lines describe how I feel for her. *winks* &lt;br /&gt;  I know I&#39;ve done my very best to save my friend from that asshole If I&#39;m not mistaken that bf he has right now is influencing her to disobey her parents.The whole thing about that &lt;span style=&quot;font-weight: bold;&quot;&gt;bf&lt;/span&gt; has been going on far too long, don&#39;t you ever get tired of it? of course I&#39;m very tired of reminding her and be her shoulder to cry on whenever that &lt;span style=&quot;font-weight: bold;&quot;&gt;bf&lt;/span&gt; does something stupid such as cheating her and asked money from my dear little pathetic friend. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;font size=&quot;3&quot;&gt;I&#39;ll give her time to be on her own this time, I just don&#39;t push it anymore.  I&#39;m going to distance myself from her and now is the time to do that. Giving up on her does not mean admitting defeat, it just means that I&#39;m smart enough to accept things is not working out as I want it to be. .. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;font size=&quot;3&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font size=&quot;3&quot;&gt;After all there this freedom that comes with age, and what am i going to do with all that? Be happy and never disobey your parents, especially they&#39;re the people would always be there for you no matter what happens.And keeps a select of good friends, including those from childhood and try myself to be open to new friendship.&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: 12pt; font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;;&quot;&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/font&gt; &lt;font size=&quot;3&quot;&gt;Anyway, I don&#39;t think I&#39;ll be journaling here... cause I&#39;d be very busy to finish the marketing research I might not be able to post often in the coming days.=)  &lt;/font&gt;    &lt;font size=&quot;3&quot;&gt;&lt;br style=&quot;&quot; /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: 12pt; font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;;&quot;&gt; &lt;font size=&quot;3&quot;&gt;&lt;br style=&quot;&quot; /&gt;&lt;/font&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;blogger-post-footer&quot;&gt;http://feeds.feedburner.com/blogspot/ZxkT&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lizclairborne.blogspot.com/feeds/7837094341752434898/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment/fullpage/post/2894303271360686246/7837094341752434898?isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2894303271360686246/posts/default/7837094341752434898'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2894303271360686246/posts/default/7837094341752434898'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lizclairborne.blogspot.com/2007/02/gratitude.html' title='Gratitude'/><author><name>Capturing Life</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04151879523543937708</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhVLjEXIt6ltHU3FXeM63b7VOWuHfTR5o8_yoH5Pjraht9ifI_XUfrhssZ79yT68AYY-RzulV1G8quItI-H_FtLPpWF4OHhsDKGcxop6WjDX3BJlhSC2Txbeqk6loeGbMV8lB0jmkM4K3ny/s72-c/q.jpg" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2894303271360686246.post-6036569373358033279</id><published>2007-02-23T23:39:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-02-24T03:12:13.746+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Is this the modern Pinay?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur=&quot;try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}&quot; href=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjTeL7NwaQucixhs0mbpoUmXGw1mx_jHHTYPQvwwpd9CijCRYFFmF4w_i9wm82m4Kx7UOdDJTHcSPzHbkEUSN5-WV0dwxYtWZ4PNYAy9qwiTr0z7DL2BPpZMc0uMWimvnUzyyhU-r-RHmkN/s1600-h/5766883.gif&quot;&gt;&lt;img style=&quot;float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;&quot; src=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjTeL7NwaQucixhs0mbpoUmXGw1mx_jHHTYPQvwwpd9CijCRYFFmF4w_i9wm82m4Kx7UOdDJTHcSPzHbkEUSN5-WV0dwxYtWZ4PNYAy9qwiTr0z7DL2BPpZMc0uMWimvnUzyyhU-r-RHmkN/s400/5766883.gif&quot; border=&quot;0&quot; alt=&quot;&quot;id=&quot;BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5034781008917694578&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;p class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;&lt;font size=&quot;3&quot;&gt;Filipino Women in general are strong – willed and independent. They perceive a career as measure of achievement and self worth. They decide for themselves. &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;&lt;font size=&quot;3&quot;&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;&lt;font size=&quot;3&quot;&gt;Based on a study conduct by &lt;a href=&quot;http://www.geisermaclang.com&quot;&gt;geiser&lt;/a&gt;, Filipino women today are modern in terms of their outlook on gender equality but tend still to be conservative particularly in relationships.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;&lt;font size=&quot;3&quot;&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a onblur=&quot;try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}&quot;href=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi5-zu1wFwko2mdlEH3LW2s6u-ebheMP6L2txIJrKstS2Cpcw4S1nVrXMlloo6tO4oEJnedVC8AzG3j9_kodn-eTkjn3JkkgGmidvUGvRHRAw-2FZvdIZPuU4voQ4G13Aw5sIEBdAWBlw77/s1600-h/307163566_70d9ee6243_m.jpg&quot;&gt;&lt;img style=&quot;float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;&quot; src=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi5-zu1wFwko2mdlEH3LW2s6u-ebheMP6L2txIJrKstS2Cpcw4S1nVrXMlloo6tO4oEJnedVC8AzG3j9_kodn-eTkjn3JkkgGmidvUGvRHRAw-2FZvdIZPuU4voQ4G13Aw5sIEBdAWBlw77/s400/307163566_70d9ee6243_m.jpg&quot; border=&quot;0&quot; alt=&quot;&quot;id=&quot;BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5034783091976833154&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;p class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;&lt;font size=&quot;3&quot;&gt;Their focus remains to be on relationship with their parents and the welfare of their family. This situates today’s Pinay as part of the evolving women group in &lt;st1:place w:st=&quot;on&quot;&gt;Asia&lt;/st1:place&gt;. Most Filipino women perceive themselves to be part of a growing trend ~ a sense of liberation in career and society.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;&lt;font size=&quot;3&quot;&gt;The &lt;a href=&quot;http://www2.acnielsen.com/site/index.shtml&quot;&gt;ACNielsen Worldwide&lt;/a&gt; study showed that women in &lt;st1:place w:st=&quot;on&quot;&gt;Asia&lt;/st1:place&gt; are clearly more independent, know what they want and are not afraid to speak their minds. They may still hold dear to their traditional values such as filial piety, respect of the family and performing their duties as good wife, mother and daughter but many have breakthrough to see the importance of personal fulfillment and self-actualization through&lt;span style=&quot;&quot;&gt;&lt;/span&gt;their career and social work.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;&lt;font size=&quot;3&quot;&gt;We are seeing across markets that women are enjoying being a women and thinking about what they want to get out of their lives. &lt;st1:city w:st=&quot;on&quot;&gt;Hong kong&lt;/st1:city&gt;, &lt;st1:country-region w:st=&quot;on&quot;&gt;Taiwan&lt;/st1:country-region&gt; and &lt;st1:country-region w:st=&quot;on&quot;&gt;&lt;st1:place w:st=&quot;on&quot;&gt;Singapore&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:country-region&gt; women are most advanced in terms of their status and position as women in their societies. Chinese women are fast catching up and the evolving groups of women are those from our country together with &lt;st1:country-region w:st=&quot;on&quot;&gt;Thailand&lt;/st1:country-region&gt; and &lt;st1:country-region w:st=&quot;on&quot;&gt;&lt;st1:placew:st=&quot;on&quot;&gt;Malaysia&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:country-region&gt;.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font size=&quot;2&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;p class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;&lt;font size=&quot;3&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;&quot;&gt; &lt;a href=&quot;http://www2.acnielsen.com/site/index.shtml&quot;&gt;Acnielsen&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/span&gt;findings&lt;/font&gt;&lt;font size=&quot;3&quot;&gt; revealed that &lt;st1:country-region w:st=&quot;on&quot;&gt;Philippines&lt;/st1:country-region&gt; have the highest number of women earning more than their spouses, followed by &lt;st1:country-region w:st=&quot;on&quot;&gt;&lt;st1:place w:st=&quot;on&quot;&gt;Singapore&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:country-region&gt;. Filipino women agree that even if married, they should have savings of their own. They see the financial independence guarantees one’s security. However they believe that money does not dictates who wears the pants in the relationship.&lt;/font&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;&lt;font size=&quot;3&quot;&gt;Women in the &lt;st1:country-region w:st=&quot;on&quot;&gt;Philippines&lt;/st1:country-region&gt; (together with &lt;st1:country-region w:st=&quot;on&quot;&gt;&lt;st1:place w:st=&quot;on&quot;&gt;Malaysia&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:country-region&gt;) are most positive about marriage. When asked which Filipino women would prefer – a great body or beautiful face – preferences are more even. For a Pinay, inner beauty counts more than physical appearance. Beauty is equated with confidence and intelligence. &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;font size=&quot;3&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font size=&quot;3&quot;&gt;Out of 10 Filipinas, 5 out of them are the modern day Darna – these women aim to balance career and family life. Their career gives them pleasure and a sense of achievement but they still feel that it is still the family that matter most; and the others are the classic Maria Clara who embodies a more subdued personality and outlook in life. So who are you among the clusters that mentioned above? You’d probably have a guess by now.&lt;/font&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=&quot;try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}&quot; href=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg0iAHy8jp_sJ7fe5Z6UvVNGxYCdvE9o0K9zXDhD8Lc3PFBK9kNcM6CYLmfeC6SuWTrgJrTfJhy8OfrBLrtOFq-viwwLQLOR9V6Dad9bcCuuC5hKOY5bVvQDnU5whQCi9_G_gMC-Jj-7KC9/s1600-h/P5120002.JPG&quot;&gt;&lt;img style=&quot;display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;&quot; src=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg0iAHy8jp_sJ7fe5Z6UvVNGxYCdvE9o0K9zXDhD8Lc3PFBK9kNcM6CYLmfeC6SuWTrgJrTfJhy8OfrBLrtOFq-viwwLQLOR9V6Dad9bcCuuC5hKOY5bVvQDnU5whQCi9_G_gMC-Jj-7KC9/s400/P5120002.JPG&quot; border=&quot;0&quot; alt=&quot;&quot;id=&quot;BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5034795972583753874&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot; style=&quot;font-style: italic;&quot;&gt;&lt;font size=&quot;3&quot;&gt;This looks like the area I’ll be staying at. So this &lt;span style=&quot;&quot;&gt; &lt;/span&gt;the center of the universe, huh?&lt;span class=&quot;framedesc-black&quot;&gt;view of SFO financial district... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;blogger-post-footer&quot;&gt;http://feeds.feedburner.com/blogspot/ZxkT&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lizclairborne.blogspot.com/feeds/6036569373358033279/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment/fullpage/post/2894303271360686246/6036569373358033279?isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2894303271360686246/posts/default/6036569373358033279'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2894303271360686246/posts/default/6036569373358033279'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lizclairborne.blogspot.com/2007/02/is-this-modern-pinay.html' title='Is this the modern Pinay?'/><author><name>Capturing Life</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04151879523543937708</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjTeL7NwaQucixhs0mbpoUmXGw1mx_jHHTYPQvwwpd9CijCRYFFmF4w_i9wm82m4Kx7UOdDJTHcSPzHbkEUSN5-WV0dwxYtWZ4PNYAy9qwiTr0z7DL2BPpZMc0uMWimvnUzyyhU-r-RHmkN/s72-c/5766883.gif" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2894303271360686246.post-2568384738111037233</id><published>2007-02-21T12:30:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-02-21T14:49:02.708+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Oh well, I&#39;m going to eat my Lunch</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur=&quot;try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}&quot; href=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgXzQ6eA-7zFlR4b3t-zNTbtOsSOHItjtZziifElkvVc6z4_jC8rUpPr1MNTtlXXluWMWIpQmf4GjF544r0B2wOssSGybqmp_OtEiEwi1_WAMkKnSlM6Cj1W9XjG-57jfWtVkuyzzLwy4E6/s1600-h/as.gif&quot;&gt;&lt;img style=&quot;float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;&quot; src=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgXzQ6eA-7zFlR4b3t-zNTbtOsSOHItjtZziifElkvVc6z4_jC8rUpPr1MNTtlXXluWMWIpQmf4GjF544r0B2wOssSGybqmp_OtEiEwi1_WAMkKnSlM6Cj1W9XjG-57jfWtVkuyzzLwy4E6/s400/as.gif&quot; border=&quot;0&quot; alt=&quot;&quot;id=&quot;BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5033875767250651202&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Good news! I woke up at 4:45 this morning. haha That was an achievement. I&#39;ve been waking up most of the time at 6:45 A.M. so I could be there in the office at 9:30 A.M. my call time to work. That explains why I&#39;m feeling a little happier because I have very nice scheduled that I&#39;m sure a lot of people will love to be traded places with me. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It&#39;s been a busy month for me. I obviously don&#39;t have the luxury of time to update some of my blogs. A lot&#39;s been going on - occupying my mind. I&#39;ve been through one heck of a roller coaster ride these past few weeks. It mostly concerns my work really..I&#39;ve been thrust to a position I hardly had training for. I&#39;m still feeling my way through. But I&#39;m learning. Like I said before - I just need time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am not alive to please other people. I am alive to please God. I am here to give God glory. But I have failed countless times. And He has forgiven me countless times too. I serve a magnificent God. There is nothing I can do to make God love me more. But there is also nothing I can do to make God love me less. What a comforting fact.. God is so good!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My work is draining only because it&#39;s a five-day work-week. My only rest day is Sunday and Saturday is time for school.But I&#39;m not complaining. I&#39;m learning a lot of new things. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you know that&lt;a href=&quot;http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Bitter_melon&quot;&gt; ampalaya&lt;/a&gt; is a Juice? Since our company preparing a campaign Health 101, well our team assigned to study all the herbal and a lot of stuff.That&#39;s what I&#39;ve been up to this past few days: learning all the plants and the natural benefits of it.I have also been acquainting myself with the processes that goes on in and out of the research.   A whole new jargon to master..Two more weeks in the research then gather the information!!! Then I&#39;m on the way to finish..  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur=&quot;try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}&quot; href=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjkMrDuii_6nWuq1XfNCI4CbPHiG-ps0taIuRE881XFj-aH9vjU26sUl8Zzq2jh7GYUKNYRG8q2VBSWkDZpl0uPod6PggX_viWdkODpq3aMnTeVb_S0a_s7S1pSNH9Kh7uUBvG5ZnaRR-qz/s1600-h/image_00093.jpg&quot;&gt;&lt;img style=&quot;display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;&quot; src=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjkMrDuii_6nWuq1XfNCI4CbPHiG-ps0taIuRE881XFj-aH9vjU26sUl8Zzq2jh7GYUKNYRG8q2VBSWkDZpl0uPod6PggX_viWdkODpq3aMnTeVb_S0a_s7S1pSNH9Kh7uUBvG5ZnaRR-qz/s400/image_00093.jpg&quot; border=&quot;0&quot; alt=&quot;&quot;id=&quot;BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5033854949544167474&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my drink for lunch is fresh ampalaya with tomato juice. so yeah. today i pureed three fresh tomatoes (sans seeds) and two ampalaya and produced 14 ounces of really disgusting taste*drinks a bit* and here i am left staring at fourteen ounces of devil juice. But if you want a clear skin na!... NOW na! and i want my future children to have clear skin too. i can picture them hating me na.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur=&quot;try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}&quot; href=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj_m0ZD1km59xkCTQD6WIIWd1m1yUap594UvnPiZm0q_CFXuACfUzQrjOf7iyJrYllQtSTWm0xvhOCM7y5UlhRztnqwtsku26MDszgO-EvAw2cAS2oQFS3HdWGQ8-od4Ji5L91nddSv79wp/s1600-h/image_00056.jpg&quot;&gt;&lt;img style=&quot;display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;&quot; src=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj_m0ZD1km59xkCTQD6WIIWd1m1yUap594UvnPiZm0q_CFXuACfUzQrjOf7iyJrYllQtSTWm0xvhOCM7y5UlhRztnqwtsku26MDszgO-EvAw2cAS2oQFS3HdWGQ8-od4Ji5L91nddSv79wp/s400/image_00056.jpg&quot; border=&quot;0&quot; alt=&quot;&quot;id=&quot;BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5033854786335410210&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my lunch is look liked a hamburger, but that&#39;s oaltmeal.Ash-Wednesday na po.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh well, I&#39;m going back to eat my meal and I&#39;ll end this here.&lt;div class=&quot;blogger-post-footer&quot;&gt;http://feeds.feedburner.com/blogspot/ZxkT&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lizclairborne.blogspot.com/feeds/2568384738111037233/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment/fullpage/post/2894303271360686246/2568384738111037233?isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2894303271360686246/posts/default/2568384738111037233'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2894303271360686246/posts/default/2568384738111037233'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lizclairborne.blogspot.com/2007/02/oh-well-im-going-to-eat-my-lunch.html' title='Oh well, I&#39;m going to eat my Lunch'/><author><name>Capturing Life</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04151879523543937708</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgXzQ6eA-7zFlR4b3t-zNTbtOsSOHItjtZziifElkvVc6z4_jC8rUpPr1MNTtlXXluWMWIpQmf4GjF544r0B2wOssSGybqmp_OtEiEwi1_WAMkKnSlM6Cj1W9XjG-57jfWtVkuyzzLwy4E6/s72-c/as.gif" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2894303271360686246.post-5630766730389864</id><published>2007-02-20T14:12:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-02-20T14:21:44.915+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Save the  Words</title><content type='html'>Got this from &lt;a href=&quot;http://www.friendster.com/2264892&quot;&gt;Ms. Ong&lt;/a&gt;:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur=&quot;try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}&quot; href=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi4Ji_ZJhhIMGULB3GWvqMMfEZU5vxXMzfsRGNoguUgPfwAxk3p8qrto0_XxlQqo_D0bfX-lZ_1PSdDu9S2j5Ai9WISlhvIdz7hosyFXqPEruHgvxZeW89VLpLlCbjqgdwL0poCjb1HD2wj/s1600-h/savethevowels.gif&quot;&gt;&lt;img style=&quot;float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;&quot; src=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi4Ji_ZJhhIMGULB3GWvqMMfEZU5vxXMzfsRGNoguUgPfwAxk3p8qrto0_XxlQqo_D0bfX-lZ_1PSdDu9S2j5Ai9WISlhvIdz7hosyFXqPEruHgvxZeW89VLpLlCbjqgdwL0poCjb1HD2wj/s400/savethevowels.gif&quot; border=&quot;0&quot; alt=&quot;&quot;id=&quot;BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5033493296117975042&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur=&quot;try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}&quot; href=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjCAUrhVo7zvX9eiz_zG2ZRFAqTQ35nnZlxPWuO-RmaFgtPylQOvLMtE-k0U-vW9g7vvjNCY4vBbThE3kAHYh5H-TlVhpKS_vgOavr8CkCNrI_L4zOIJipe-NIaUVegwj4MZnFOySphZrn2/s1600-h/awake.gif&quot;&gt;&lt;img style=&quot;float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;&quot; src=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjCAUrhVo7zvX9eiz_zG2ZRFAqTQ35nnZlxPWuO-RmaFgtPylQOvLMtE-k0U-vW9g7vvjNCY4vBbThE3kAHYh5H-TlVhpKS_vgOavr8CkCNrI_L4zOIJipe-NIaUVegwj4MZnFOySphZrn2/s400/awake.gif&quot; border=&quot;0&quot; alt=&quot;&quot;id=&quot;BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5033496809401223186&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;From now on, I&#39;m making you learn to type properly.Now, I&#39;m not saying that you can&#39;t slip up sometimes... if you make some typos, that&#39;s okay; no one&#39;s perfect. But ignoring every single rule of the English language is not cool. I don&#39;t care if you aren&#39;t good at typing yet... Use the fingers correctly as a chance to teach yourself how to type properly! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Type in proper English. Here is a small summary:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1.) Capitalize and punctuate as close to what you know is correct. If you slip up it&#39;s okay, but if ALL your posts show that you aren&#39;t even trying, you may be in trouble.&lt;br /&gt;2.) If you have significant difficulties with spelling, please use a spellchecker each time you post. Occasionally not knowing how to spell something and/or making typos is fine, just so long as it&#39;s completely accidental.&lt;br /&gt;3.) Go easy on the internet shorthand. Write out &quot;you&quot; and &quot;thanks&quot; and &quot;are&quot; rather than &quot;u&quot; &quot;thx&quot; &quot;r&quot; and etc. Things like &#39;lol&#39; and other abbreviations are fine as long as they don&#39;t absolutely dominate your posts. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have fun!! I know all these rules seem like a lot to keep in mind, but if you just use your head you&#39;ll be fine. Happy Use of the internet as a place to make friends and enjoy yourself... there are lots of other people that want to do the same.&lt;div class=&quot;blogger-post-footer&quot;&gt;http://feeds.feedburner.com/blogspot/ZxkT&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lizclairborne.blogspot.com/feeds/5630766730389864/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment/fullpage/post/2894303271360686246/5630766730389864?isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2894303271360686246/posts/default/5630766730389864'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2894303271360686246/posts/default/5630766730389864'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lizclairborne.blogspot.com/2007/02/got-this-from-ms.html' title='Save the  Words'/><author><name>Capturing Life</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04151879523543937708</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi4Ji_ZJhhIMGULB3GWvqMMfEZU5vxXMzfsRGNoguUgPfwAxk3p8qrto0_XxlQqo_D0bfX-lZ_1PSdDu9S2j5Ai9WISlhvIdz7hosyFXqPEruHgvxZeW89VLpLlCbjqgdwL0poCjb1HD2wj/s72-c/savethevowels.gif" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2894303271360686246.post-5552146366151803194</id><published>2007-02-17T15:43:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-02-17T16:03:35.746+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Seriously I can&#39;t BELIEVE it was Fun!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur=&quot;try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}&quot; href=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiieNTg21pp3stO_qW5ST-QL5ATGVRuJBWgqclb4DIzRaQVLjIyAFD2WTE2dLhDR1SVZEhKYBUbyDDj1JzZLKT9saWhMWJyOB_ecd83GJPNNWIMVBm8sHpJLT6knbINOICwA9r7A5ncoSJn/s1600-h/A.gif&quot;&gt;&lt;img style=&quot;float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;&quot; src=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiieNTg21pp3stO_qW5ST-QL5ATGVRuJBWgqclb4DIzRaQVLjIyAFD2WTE2dLhDR1SVZEhKYBUbyDDj1JzZLKT9saWhMWJyOB_ecd83GJPNNWIMVBm8sHpJLT6knbINOICwA9r7A5ncoSJn/s400/A.gif&quot; border=&quot;0&quot; alt=&quot;&quot;id=&quot;BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5032409705500225394&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am posting again another quiz result that I took only few minutes ago.It&#39;s showed really the desired things of your heart, quite frankly, I can&#39;t believe it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;position: relative;overflow: hidden;width: 236px;height: 30px;&quot;&gt;&lt;img src=&#39;http://www.personaldna.com/images/dna_lef.gif&#39; style=&#39;position:absolute;top:0;left:0&#39;&gt;&lt;div title=&quot; Very High Confidence&quot; style=&quot;position: absolute;overflow: hidden;left: 18px;top:0px;height:30px;width:21px;background-color:#fc1919&quot;&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div title=&quot; Slightly High Openness&quot; style=&quot;position: absolute;overflow: hidden;left: 39px;top:0px;height:30px;width:16px;background-color:#16e07b&quot;&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div title=&quot; Very High Extroversion&quot; style=&quot;position: absolute;overflow: hidden;left: 55px;top:0px;height:30px;width:20px;background-color:#f518f5&quot;&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div title=&quot; Low Empathy&quot; style=&quot;position: absolute;overflow: hidden;left: 75px;top:0px;height:30px;width:1px;background-color:#850d49&quot;&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div title=&quot; Very High Trust&quot; style=&quot;position: absolute;overflow: hidden;left: 76px;top:0px;height:30px;width:21px;background-color:#1919fc&quot;&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div title=&quot; Very High Agency&quot; style=&quot;position: absolute;overflow: hidden;left: 97px;top:0px;height:30px;width:21px;background-color:#19ff19&quot;&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div title=&quot; Very High Masculinity&quot; style=&quot;position: absolute;overflow: hidden;left: 118px;top:0px;height:30px;width:20px;background-color:#1887f5&quot;&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div title=&quot; Slightly High Femininity&quot; style=&quot;position: absolute;overflow: hidden;left: 138px;top:0px;height:30px;width:14px;background-color:#d1d115&quot;&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div title=&quot; Low Spontenaiety&quot; style=&quot;position: absolute;overflow: hidden;left: 152px;top:0px;height:30px;width:3px;background-color:#0f9494&quot;&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div title=&quot; Slightly Low Attention to Style&quot; style=&quot;position: absolute;overflow: hidden;left: 155px;top:0px;height:30px;width:7px;background-color:#666666&quot;&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div title=&quot; Slightly High Authoritarianism&quot; style=&quot;position: absolute;overflow: hidden;left: 162px;top:0px;height:30px;width:16px;background-color:#7b16e0&quot;&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div title=&quot; Very Earthy&quot; style=&quot;position: absolute;overflow: hidden;left: 178px;top:0px;height:30px;width:20px;background-color:#8a4c0e&quot;&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div title=&quot; Very Functional&quot; style=&quot;position: absolute;overflow: hidden;left: 198px;top:0px;height:30px;width:20px;background-color:#87f518&quot;&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src=&#39;http://www.personaldna.com/images/dna_rig.gif&#39; style=&#39;position:absolute;top:0;left:218px;&#39;&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;position:relative; text-align:center; width:236px;&quot;&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;http://www.personaldna.com&quot;&gt;Dynamic &lt;br /&gt;Leader&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;I guess what the result of that test is that all those who have taken the time out to read this is that life is many things but it is least of all what we expect it to be NOW! Many of us are in a rush to find the RIGHT job, the RIGHT person, the RIGHT life...but do we really need to have everything in order all the time, all at once? In a movie I once watched they said...&quot;the best things in life are total mistakes&quot; and I agree..:) Make mistakes, open your mind, think out of the box, take leaps, give in, let go, live up to your strengths, have the grace to accept your weaknesses, know when enough is enough and when it is time to push...we grow from mistakes, we are who we are because we had fallen and learned to stand amidst it all.&lt;div class=&quot;blogger-post-footer&quot;&gt;http://feeds.feedburner.com/blogspot/ZxkT&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lizclairborne.blogspot.com/feeds/5552146366151803194/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment/fullpage/post/2894303271360686246/5552146366151803194?isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2894303271360686246/posts/default/5552146366151803194'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2894303271360686246/posts/default/5552146366151803194'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lizclairborne.blogspot.com/2007/02/hmn-okayfun.html' title='Seriously I can&#39;t BELIEVE it was Fun!'/><author><name>Capturing Life</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04151879523543937708</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiieNTg21pp3stO_qW5ST-QL5ATGVRuJBWgqclb4DIzRaQVLjIyAFD2WTE2dLhDR1SVZEhKYBUbyDDj1JzZLKT9saWhMWJyOB_ecd83GJPNNWIMVBm8sHpJLT6knbINOICwA9r7A5ncoSJn/s72-c/A.gif" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2894303271360686246.post-650805446502634871</id><published>2007-02-14T13:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-02-14T16:33:57.147+08:00</updated><title type='text'>pathetic survey</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur=&quot;try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}&quot; href=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEigVitgElDmPHyG1cPe4_Bit_4kUtt-0qMfZDLzCIdBQI0q0KzQ6lwG42p9CAmZCe2BdUUWdrE8rZcBXkYKnsfV7AD1n0qysyCL2gV36HlBJiqw4_C5lZh1qBog3GhMquzyzie1j857fhrE/s1600-h/4134457.gif&quot;&gt;&lt;img style=&quot;float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;&quot; src=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEigVitgElDmPHyG1cPe4_Bit_4kUtt-0qMfZDLzCIdBQI0q0KzQ6lwG42p9CAmZCe2BdUUWdrE8rZcBXkYKnsfV7AD1n0qysyCL2gV36HlBJiqw4_C5lZh1qBog3GhMquzyzie1j857fhrE/s400/4134457.gif&quot; border=&quot;0&quot; alt=&quot;&quot;id=&quot;BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5031256665695039330&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hahahaha.....I&#39;m not PRONE TO CRIMINAL BEHAVIOR!!!Especially that I&#39;m practicing for many years the virtue of active non-violence and even they&#39;re people tend to mistaken my kindness and my mission to play safe,thus showering others with my &#39;kindness&#39;,I neglect the feelings of those who are closest to me sometimes. Wahahahahaha! :)I wonder if I am just too sensitive, or if people are just plain rude? ...Hmm...maybe both?...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When a someone leaves a comment, reaction, opinion that shows your failing it’s very easy to respond harshly in a defensive manner. We’ve all seen the flaming that can ensue. While it’s not easy - a graceful approach to comments or react where you admit where you are wrong and others is right can bring out the lurkers and make them feel a little safer in leaving comments.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yadda, I took this survey or test this morning asking how capable I was of killing... hala... check it out...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;width: 320px; border: 1px solid gray; padding: 6px; font: normal 12px sans-serif; color: black; background-color: white;&quot;&gt;&lt;b style=&quot;font-size: 20px; display: block; margin-bottom: 8px;&quot;&gt;Probability of killing, 27%&lt;/b&gt; &lt;div style=&quot;width: 200px; background: white; border: 1px solid black; text-align: left;&quot;&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;width: 27%; background: red; font-size: 8px; line-height: 8px;&quot;&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style=&quot;margin: 10px;&quot;&gt;You havent seen much, exept a few injuries and of course on TV. You may have a few problems with yourself and others from here to there, but there is a great chance you wont ever get pushed that far.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;http://www.gotoquiz.com/are_you_capable_of_killing&quot;&gt;&lt;b&gt;Are you capable of killing&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don&#39;t you just hate it when people tell you that something is wrong and then they don&#39;t tell you what it is. They really leave you guessing on what happened and then you worry like hell for their well being because they start talking about doing shit to themselves. If something is bothering you just let it out. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The worst of it is when they go I don&#39;t know why they&#39;re like that. What the hell of an explanation is that if you don&#39;t know what&#39;s making you upset then why get upset at all. It&#39;s pretty stupid to be upset something you&#39;re not sure of. Why not find out what is it first before reacting. You on the other hand will try to comfort them but you just can&#39;t do anything to change what had happened. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One other part that sucks so much is that you get affected too because you care for  them and would not want them to be in that situation. You get all frustrated and you go through being annoyed, worried, angry all at the same time since you feel useless for not being able to help them out on the goddamn situation you don&#39;t have an idea what is it about. You want to leave them  alone and let them wallow in self pity but then you get too worried that you end up bugging them to tell you just because you have no idea on how to handle it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It&#39;s all pretty crazy but you&#39;re already affected and it sucks you in like a vacuum.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I should learn to leave things alone but I always feel the need to help out but I end up not helping at all. From now on I won&#39;t care about other people let themselves up. I&#39;m tired of dealing with other people&#39;s shit. One person out of my life is not going to make a difference, I&#39;ve had enough worrying about the shit that happens to their life and those people does not even appreciate that. I don&#39;t need other people giving me headache I have enough of that on my own. I knew it I should just quit talking those nonsense.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Enough of this! I&#39;m going to lay down and rest. Adios!&lt;div class=&quot;blogger-post-footer&quot;&gt;http://feeds.feedburner.com/blogspot/ZxkT&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lizclairborne.blogspot.com/feeds/650805446502634871/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment/fullpage/post/2894303271360686246/650805446502634871?isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2894303271360686246/posts/default/650805446502634871'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2894303271360686246/posts/default/650805446502634871'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lizclairborne.blogspot.com/2007/02/pathetic-survey.html' title='pathetic survey'/><author><name>Capturing Life</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04151879523543937708</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEigVitgElDmPHyG1cPe4_Bit_4kUtt-0qMfZDLzCIdBQI0q0KzQ6lwG42p9CAmZCe2BdUUWdrE8rZcBXkYKnsfV7AD1n0qysyCL2gV36HlBJiqw4_C5lZh1qBog3GhMquzyzie1j857fhrE/s72-c/4134457.gif" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2894303271360686246.post-136431235791266345</id><published>2007-02-08T16:46:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-02-08T18:12:10.952+08:00</updated><title type='text'>worth to visit</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur=&quot;try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}&quot; href=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiUdcmmIhLdqNBbPMRxtEl5WjSGBrazPikl9OHxM9aGZOuZAkhi1Yhs-CL1Tuo3FpjXflwkE9rYCEFBpxzYz6W-8cJMIlGj51TMY5Bmvn8It72KSzTPrkiDE24aCKHIVZqJj8o1maj5WNbF/s1600-h/sleepy.gif&quot;&gt;&lt;img style=&quot;float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;&quot; src=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiUdcmmIhLdqNBbPMRxtEl5WjSGBrazPikl9OHxM9aGZOuZAkhi1Yhs-CL1Tuo3FpjXflwkE9rYCEFBpxzYz6W-8cJMIlGj51TMY5Bmvn8It72KSzTPrkiDE24aCKHIVZqJj8o1maj5WNbF/s400/sleepy.gif&quot; border=&quot;0&quot; alt=&quot;&quot;id=&quot;BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5029082725048495746&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nobody really has the exact figures of the number of computers and networks that make up the worldwide Net (shortcut term for the Internet).The Internet does not refer  to a single network but a combination of various private networks that are joined at certain exchange points throughout the world. Some say that there are more than 30,000 networks linking about 10 million computers that are being used by millions of people based in various countries. The marvelous feature of the internet is that nobody really controls it; nobody really owns it; and nobody can, at a click, turn the Internet off. No wonder the internet is making a million things possible that were not even conceive in earlier technologies. All because the Internet has the awesome capability to connect practically every person and it was nice to find out about the &lt;a href=&quot;http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Blogosphere&quot;&gt;Blogosphere&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Basically, blogs gives you an easy way to share all kinds of digital content, including photos, blogs, video, music and more, all in one convenient place. Your own personal website. With blogs, you can share with everyone in your “social network” and also be alerted whenever they have something new.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nowadays there’s a lot of social networking and lifestyle portal for connecting with all kinds of people. Name it and for sure you can find it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What makes blogs interesting is that you can sense the sincerity of the onliner to share: be it a personal tidbit, or his opinion on a bit of news. When I started joining blogging, I learned that you have to maintain a sense of diplomacy in your post, and that I am part of a global community after all, and being considerate of others will make more fun.Although the Internet can be a scary place indeed, and putting up a blog is one of the ways to open up ourselves to the rest of the online community. But how much of yourself you would like to share is really up to you. You have control over that, nobody else. We interact with people everyday and the blogging is simply an extension of this interaction. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Strike a balance whenever you go online. Keep your feet firmly planted in real life by dealing with people in person. Go out and experience things. Don’t get too caught up in the internet world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The internet and social networking can be a very positive thing if used properly. It can even be a venue for like – minded individuals get together to promote positive changes in society.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Be a good online citizen and have fun!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is the coldest February in my entire existence.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I made a list of my Top 20 favorites blogs that worth to visit(in no particular order)Take a look of the following: &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1.&lt;a href=&quot;http://nancydrewandme.blogspot.com/&quot;&gt;Ms.Cathy&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt;2.&lt;a href=&quot;http://aboutmyrecovery.com/&quot;&gt;Ms. Noemi&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3.&lt;a href=&quot;http://houseonahill.net/&quot;&gt;Ms.Connie&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4.&lt;a href=&quot;http://jessicarulestheuniverse.com/&quot;&gt;Ms.Jessica Zafra&#39;s Twisted&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5.&lt;a href=&quot;http://www.snglguy.com/&quot;&gt;Mr. Single Guy&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6.&lt;a href=&quot;http://nostalgiamanila.blogspot.com/&quot;&gt;Mr.Nostalgia &lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7.&lt;a href=&quot;http://blog.pixnet.net/pinkyvivi&quot;&gt;Ms.Pixnet&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8.&lt;a href=&quot;http://curls.nu/&quot;&gt;Ms. Chistine&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9.&lt;a href=&quot;http://www.misteryosa.com/&quot;&gt;Ms. Shari&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10.&lt;a href=&quot;http://www.mumuych.i.ph/&quot;&gt;Ms.Cheska&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11.&lt;a href=&quot;http://mnlstyl.blogspot.com/&quot;&gt;Ms. Chuvaness&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12.&lt;a href=&quot;http://lala0range.livejournal.com/&quot;&gt;Ms.Angela&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13.&lt;a href=&quot;http://paulbasinillo.multiply.com/&quot;&gt;Mr.P&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;14.&lt;a href=&quot;http://kooki.multiply.com/&quot;&gt;Ms.Tina&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;15.&lt;a href=&quot;http://intrigero.livejournal.com/&quot;&gt;Mr.Enrique&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;16.&lt;a href=&quot;http://camsprats.multiply.com/&quot;&gt;Ms. Camille&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;17.&lt;a href=&quot;http://www.luckymanzano.blogspot.com/&quot;&gt;Mr.Luis&lt;/a&gt; - kahit 6 years na tinapos HRM crush ko talaga sobraaa...&lt;br /&gt;18.&lt;a href=&quot;http://atesienna.pansitan.net/&quot;&gt;Ms. Sienna&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;19.&lt;a href=&quot;http://haringliwanag.pansitan.net/&quot;&gt;Mr.Jim&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;20.&lt;a href=&quot;http://www.tabulas.com/~tymeless/&quot;&gt;Ms. Hogi&lt;/a&gt;- ang pinaka pretty na moderator. That&#39;s all for now gtg!!!!&lt;div class=&quot;blogger-post-footer&quot;&gt;http://feeds.feedburner.com/blogspot/ZxkT&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lizclairborne.blogspot.com/feeds/136431235791266345/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment/fullpage/post/2894303271360686246/136431235791266345?isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2894303271360686246/posts/default/136431235791266345'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2894303271360686246/posts/default/136431235791266345'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lizclairborne.blogspot.com/2007/02/worth-to-visit.html' title='worth to visit'/><author><name>Capturing Life</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04151879523543937708</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiUdcmmIhLdqNBbPMRxtEl5WjSGBrazPikl9OHxM9aGZOuZAkhi1Yhs-CL1Tuo3FpjXflwkE9rYCEFBpxzYz6W-8cJMIlGj51TMY5Bmvn8It72KSzTPrkiDE24aCKHIVZqJj8o1maj5WNbF/s72-c/sleepy.gif" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2894303271360686246.post-6494574326315496840</id><published>2007-02-07T15:04:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-10-18T01:11:47.265+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Why is piracy so popular? ... ssshhhh...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur=&quot;try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}&quot; href=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgW5iHg9mjv5AnRSMx0sPAVXuKjDHg5knIS6CpEzDascjW6zGvlt2Eoq0sgeVMbClDS0hOFi74dAG7gpiYR5rOOWZfZoqZdokSRr0a-mx_s6CXRQ47gkF-3JcJgoXEL057z0tiqMBI8K9ar/s1600-h/m.gif&quot;&gt;&lt;img style=&quot;float: left; margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; cursor: pointer;&quot; src=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgW5iHg9mjv5AnRSMx0sPAVXuKjDHg5knIS6CpEzDascjW6zGvlt2Eoq0sgeVMbClDS0hOFi74dAG7gpiYR5rOOWZfZoqZdokSRr0a-mx_s6CXRQ47gkF-3JcJgoXEL057z0tiqMBI8K9ar/s400/m.gif&quot; alt=&quot;&quot; id=&quot;BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5028686212823526978&quot; border=&quot;0&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You may see because it’s cheaper and sometimes free. People love getting something for free, but nobody gives attention to whether it’s good or bad for the music, film, or other industries. A lot or almost of the people who download music from the web believe it violates copyright laws. So one third of downloaders believe its piracy and others or the rest don’t believe it’s piracy at all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Where did that come from? They explain: technological innovations perforce result in adjustments made in the way relevant systems operates. When a new technological development comes along, things cannot be expected to remain the same.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Take the invention of the audio and video recorders: owners of such machines are now allowed to make a copy of what they see or hear on records or on TV, provided that the copy is only for their personal use.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But others counter that the pirates’ situation isn’t the same. After all, it’s clear that the many copies they make of other people’s material isn’t for the pirates’ personal use!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, they should pay royalties to the producers and owners of the original material because a lot of money and creativity has been expanded to produce it. Therefore, the pirates definitely can’t copy it for free!  Not that the owners are selfish. It&#39;s just if you&#39;re making money of their works– ask a permission to them if you really want their stuff.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My good friend &lt;a href=&quot;http://www.friendster.com/1946339&quot;&gt;ate ss&lt;/a&gt; pinpoint that before piracy become rampant, producers of recorded entertainment material were charging too much of their products.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When the pirates sold their unauthorized copies for a pittance, producers were forced to lower their prices and reduce their profits. So in a sense, the buying public has benefited from the rise of piracy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We know that the problem is much more complex than that, but the discussion has been initiated.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;May it be joined by a representative range of voices, so that confounding situation can be resolved or at least mitigated with more enlightened action in the near future.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur=&quot;try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}&quot; href=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhmoARITfmgMp6X-jprJSmbIpKN3SFnFDzUA290nSX92cgNLihsA2QiJgrxKwnnfPdbcJOvMR6rT2xH0Kdo6KBv7ZegNzIWRcmU9zOMJ8F7KnTASLA658etqTf0rS4Jq55gyeoIXSEFMhF5/s1600-h/mylaptop.jpeg&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur=&quot;try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}&quot; href=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEic0UuJy3F71JHJyOPCzpifORPdVlfr5OHYcss2U5qApsZC3_-ld7eUU45JZ65a1qWmmZsnPWoqpRC5bgK6IeztLbSc1cLOjsegngaFDahgo_k8Z0cxnmFDhM1qWZfHO8bw2_OkbCC3mu90/s1600-h/f.gif&quot;&gt;&lt;img style=&quot;float: left; margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; cursor: pointer;&quot; src=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEic0UuJy3F71JHJyOPCzpifORPdVlfr5OHYcss2U5qApsZC3_-ld7eUU45JZ65a1qWmmZsnPWoqpRC5bgK6IeztLbSc1cLOjsegngaFDahgo_k8Z0cxnmFDhM1qWZfHO8bw2_OkbCC3mu90/s400/f.gif&quot; alt=&quot;&quot; id=&quot;BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5028702821462060626&quot; border=&quot;0&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I&#39;ve been receiving a lot of requests from people on earth if I could download all the episodes of princess hours to my you tube account.I&#39;m very surprised the same time shocked.I felt insulted although I&#39;m very capable of doing it but I&#39;m not stupid, I respect the copyright laws and I&#39;m not a fan of piracy. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So for those people that really like to have the copy of princess hours I suggest that you visit this site : &lt;a href=&quot;http://trinketi.multiply.com/&quot;&gt;trinketi&lt;/a&gt;, probably she could help you guys . For all I knew that person is selling stuff of Princess Hours  email her at trinketi at yahoo dot.com to view more titles visit &lt;a href=&quot;http://www.freewebs.com/trinketi%20&quot;&gt;freewebs&lt;/a&gt; or &lt;a href=&quot;http://mydvds.multiply.com/&quot;&gt;mydvds&lt;/a&gt; . That would be all thanks!!!&lt;div class=&quot;blogger-post-footer&quot;&gt;http://feeds.feedburner.com/blogspot/ZxkT&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lizclairborne.blogspot.com/feeds/6494574326315496840/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment/fullpage/post/2894303271360686246/6494574326315496840?isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2894303271360686246/posts/default/6494574326315496840'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2894303271360686246/posts/default/6494574326315496840'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lizclairborne.blogspot.com/2007/02/why-is-so-piracy-so-popular-ssshhhh.html' title='Why is piracy so popular? ... ssshhhh...'/><author><name>Capturing Life</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04151879523543937708</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgW5iHg9mjv5AnRSMx0sPAVXuKjDHg5knIS6CpEzDascjW6zGvlt2Eoq0sgeVMbClDS0hOFi74dAG7gpiYR5rOOWZfZoqZdokSRr0a-mx_s6CXRQ47gkF-3JcJgoXEL057z0tiqMBI8K9ar/s72-c/m.gif" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2894303271360686246.post-193423894060996583</id><published>2007-02-07T10:47:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-02-07T10:52:05.365+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Nothing to say about this...discovery</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur=&quot;try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}&quot; href=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh9kJhCSjS4zKS_YE1Jqrnow8FoOQmlU4flmKQzDH6l2rtvnBBeP7PUsCrIDPlAXJNFMbIkPvTauEZ4BlXWzL1ltwYKIZ37mGH8Trvbw8ThcwP0OrlJdvBF_0IHgLkpNcb8WmNufZzTVPdi/s1600-h/d.jpg&quot;&gt;&lt;img style=&quot;float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;&quot; src=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh9kJhCSjS4zKS_YE1Jqrnow8FoOQmlU4flmKQzDH6l2rtvnBBeP7PUsCrIDPlAXJNFMbIkPvTauEZ4BlXWzL1ltwYKIZ37mGH8Trvbw8ThcwP0OrlJdvBF_0IHgLkpNcb8WmNufZzTVPdi/s400/d.jpg&quot; border=&quot;0&quot; alt=&quot;&quot;id=&quot;BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5028618987995409938&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you come from North America or northern Europe, you are probably used to people saying what they mean and meaning what they say – but not every culture is so direct. In most Asia, the Middle Eastland southern Europe communication is far more complex, and non-verbal gestures are often used to convey a person’s true feelings.&lt;br /&gt;However, when a simple gesture can have so many meanings, things can get a little tricky.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In most cultures, men stand before they are introduced to someone important in order to show politeness and respect. In the west, someone will usually offer to shake hands, yet this most basic of introductions can have implications.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Most American like a firm handshake, but if you shake a Frenchman’s hand that way; he’s likely to think you’re uncultured. The French prefer a light, short handshake, as do most eastern European countries. In the pearl of the orient Philippines, a quick raising of the eyebrows supersedes the need for handshakes; don’t worry, nothing is being insinuated. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Russian are highly tactile greeters and a kiss on the lips is commonplace – misinterpret this and your friendship may well get off on the wrong foot. Be warned: don’t take this habit to nearby Uzbekistan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you’re on business in Hong Kong, passing your business card and accepting someone else’s should be done with both hands. In Japan, even a very small item should such as pencil must be passed with two hands. Just remember that in many middle and far eastern countries, it is rude to pass something with your left hand, which is considered “unclean”.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Smile and the world smile with you, right? Wrong. Different cultures have different reason for smiling at strangers is considered inappropriate behaviors. The Japanese may smile when they are confused or angry. In other parts of Asia, people may smile when they are embarrassed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Did your mother not tell you that is rude to point? Well it is still best way to select an object in a country where you don’t speak the language, but better think twice about using your index finger to point to a person. A nod of the head is a much safer bet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur=&quot;try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}&quot; href=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgY3sp6DRxb6Jqvn-L7AIZqG7t8wb7k96kogvXj6xIf_yDIe8698RvQ3RBBTb2XJQgaV31lbx3EOVQuUcetmWtVAD79gO_mmcwlPW_QNBvwipycoS2EpOI-NSPK83C9QGXTaa52Bpc69zxR/s1600-h/ds.jpg&quot;&gt;&lt;img style=&quot;display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;&quot; src=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgY3sp6DRxb6Jqvn-L7AIZqG7t8wb7k96kogvXj6xIf_yDIe8698RvQ3RBBTb2XJQgaV31lbx3EOVQuUcetmWtVAD79gO_mmcwlPW_QNBvwipycoS2EpOI-NSPK83C9QGXTaa52Bpc69zxR/s400/ds.jpg&quot; border=&quot;0&quot; alt=&quot;&quot;id=&quot;BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5028619426082074146&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;blogger-post-footer&quot;&gt;http://feeds.feedburner.com/blogspot/ZxkT&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lizclairborne.blogspot.com/feeds/193423894060996583/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment/fullpage/post/2894303271360686246/193423894060996583?isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2894303271360686246/posts/default/193423894060996583'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2894303271360686246/posts/default/193423894060996583'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lizclairborne.blogspot.com/2007/02/nothing-to-say-about-thisdiscovery.html' title='Nothing to say about this...discovery'/><author><name>Capturing Life</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04151879523543937708</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh9kJhCSjS4zKS_YE1Jqrnow8FoOQmlU4flmKQzDH6l2rtvnBBeP7PUsCrIDPlAXJNFMbIkPvTauEZ4BlXWzL1ltwYKIZ37mGH8Trvbw8ThcwP0OrlJdvBF_0IHgLkpNcb8WmNufZzTVPdi/s72-c/d.jpg" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2894303271360686246.post-1158633643369076750</id><published>2007-02-06T10:59:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-02-06T13:07:05.037+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Actions speak louder than words</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur=&quot;try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}&quot; href=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhrl2ZQtKKAFaeBb3qPOJFK2WCRLambJDwq5IaQ41q0Occ51Nk30kfK2md8Uv3190MtL8mWG8AedXL3EzI4fBjgo7bFilFjK6Irlb-KyqoHLCTApXJyFrSqSWCnFTkpu5ZixFasMbnGhzC-/s1600-h/m.gif&quot;&gt;&lt;img style=&quot;float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;&quot; src=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhrl2ZQtKKAFaeBb3qPOJFK2WCRLambJDwq5IaQ41q0Occ51Nk30kfK2md8Uv3190MtL8mWG8AedXL3EzI4fBjgo7bFilFjK6Irlb-KyqoHLCTApXJyFrSqSWCnFTkpu5ZixFasMbnGhzC-/s400/m.gif&quot; border=&quot;0&quot; alt=&quot;&quot;id=&quot;BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5028251025262259698&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The person who pretends is tense. The person who is honest is at peace.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There is a line in the “Desiderata” that says “speak your truth quietly and clearly.” If you have the truth and if you speak the truth, you don’t have to shout in rage or anger.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Words can teach, but works can teach more. Are you a person who needs to speak less and do more?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~&lt;br /&gt;And isn&#39;t it disgraceful, isn&#39;t it humiliating! You long to live, yet you yourself entangle life&#39;s problems in logical confusion. And how importunate, how impudent your antics, and how frightened you are at the same time! You talk nonsense, and are pleased with it. You make insolent remarks, yet you are constantly afraid and apologetic. You insist that you fear nothing, yet at the same time you try to ingratiate yourself. You assure us that you grit your teeth, but at the same time you are trying to be witty, to make us laugh. You know that your jokes aren&#39;t witty, but you seem to be extremely pleased with their literary quality. You may, perhaps, have really suffered on occasion, but you don&#39;t have the slightest respect for your suffering. There is some truth in you too, but no modesty; out of the pettiest vanity, you bring your truth to the marketplace, you expose it to shame...&quot;&lt;div class=&quot;blogger-post-footer&quot;&gt;http://feeds.feedburner.com/blogspot/ZxkT&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lizclairborne.blogspot.com/feeds/1158633643369076750/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment/fullpage/post/2894303271360686246/1158633643369076750?isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2894303271360686246/posts/default/1158633643369076750'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2894303271360686246/posts/default/1158633643369076750'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lizclairborne.blogspot.com/2007/02/actions-speak-louder-than-words.html' title='Actions speak louder than words'/><author><name>Capturing Life</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04151879523543937708</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhrl2ZQtKKAFaeBb3qPOJFK2WCRLambJDwq5IaQ41q0Occ51Nk30kfK2md8Uv3190MtL8mWG8AedXL3EzI4fBjgo7bFilFjK6Irlb-KyqoHLCTApXJyFrSqSWCnFTkpu5ZixFasMbnGhzC-/s72-c/m.gif" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2894303271360686246.post-4938845829758948765</id><published>2007-02-05T16:50:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-02-06T10:45:22.210+08:00</updated><title type='text'>sunshine moment</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur=&quot;try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}&quot; href=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgVpGCuCQPkICsZ_ywcMiXmERQ5lLBh7Ya5yZ5g98MBO8FM7vtobKbTVyTpFQCrnGVnISgcjFgiZu1kBSM1C-Jf7Z_IROonM-b1jVl9SOqoClpaO5BpdyqMelveC1Nep4LQCqu_CRF3PKl-/s1600-h/m.gif&quot;&gt;&lt;img style=&quot;float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;&quot; src=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgVpGCuCQPkICsZ_ywcMiXmERQ5lLBh7Ya5yZ5g98MBO8FM7vtobKbTVyTpFQCrnGVnISgcjFgiZu1kBSM1C-Jf7Z_IROonM-b1jVl9SOqoClpaO5BpdyqMelveC1Nep4LQCqu_CRF3PKl-/s400/m.gif&quot; border=&quot;0&quot; alt=&quot;&quot;id=&quot;BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5028246502661696994&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We generally do not appreciate the blessings we have received. Instead, we allow ourselves to be overwhelmed by the bad deck of cards we have been given.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Each one of us has given the gifts “life, intelligence, will, grace, freedom of choice”. Moreover despite our many faults, we can truly say that our people greatest assets. The general kindness, amiability, adaptability, and patience of our people must be taken as plus, properly added to our ability to go out there and pitch for ourselves. Just think of our family: most of the parents are sacrificing a lot for the welfare of their beloved children.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Right now I feel that God is being extra good to me the past few months. Am I being spoiled just liked when I was a child.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur=&quot;try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}&quot; href=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjlMEr_Z0d9UrDsJVVKzSBO180Qaq2cf6myLqQ-1-v6cV304XBZfTx7DnufXzSyuks8lCjrIiANnsvAZRUcG9KKNg1e8xEIQRnTj7RpARu0NKlFIAnBcUZ_TjnwKuQv2MnPdBZGeev-xKM3/s1600-h/sunshine+moment.jpg&quot;&gt;&lt;img style=&quot;display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;&quot; src=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjlMEr_Z0d9UrDsJVVKzSBO180Qaq2cf6myLqQ-1-v6cV304XBZfTx7DnufXzSyuks8lCjrIiANnsvAZRUcG9KKNg1e8xEIQRnTj7RpARu0NKlFIAnBcUZ_TjnwKuQv2MnPdBZGeev-xKM3/s400/sunshine+moment.jpg&quot; border=&quot;0&quot; alt=&quot;&quot;id=&quot;BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5027972148740763090&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;blogger-post-footer&quot;&gt;http://feeds.feedburner.com/blogspot/ZxkT&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lizclairborne.blogspot.com/feeds/4938845829758948765/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment/fullpage/post/2894303271360686246/4938845829758948765?isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2894303271360686246/posts/default/4938845829758948765'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2894303271360686246/posts/default/4938845829758948765'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lizclairborne.blogspot.com/2007/02/sunshine-moment.html' title='sunshine moment'/><author><name>Capturing Life</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04151879523543937708</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgVpGCuCQPkICsZ_ywcMiXmERQ5lLBh7Ya5yZ5g98MBO8FM7vtobKbTVyTpFQCrnGVnISgcjFgiZu1kBSM1C-Jf7Z_IROonM-b1jVl9SOqoClpaO5BpdyqMelveC1Nep4LQCqu_CRF3PKl-/s72-c/m.gif" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2894303271360686246.post-6683167213648590512</id><published>2007-02-04T09:24:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-02-04T14:48:20.616+08:00</updated><title type='text'>let the countdown begin:</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur=&quot;try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}&quot; href=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgnBDUT7qz9L1GEljLtEBDEQdFXB9F2yUkld-eSF0loo_J-KVZqi3N-eV-WutIUMVPjzAOepoY0Hi7pEHydBglWwj6GW74Cgxypa6HyQozRbcO_gEgJy5l_5DSGjgRSrtpysg4aLsagqig0/s1600-h/excited.gif&quot;&gt;&lt;img style=&quot;float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;&quot; src=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgnBDUT7qz9L1GEljLtEBDEQdFXB9F2yUkld-eSF0loo_J-KVZqi3N-eV-WutIUMVPjzAOepoY0Hi7pEHydBglWwj6GW74Cgxypa6HyQozRbcO_gEgJy5l_5DSGjgRSrtpysg4aLsagqig0/s400/excited.gif&quot; border=&quot;0&quot; alt=&quot;&quot;id=&quot;BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5027485103744363954&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Harry Potter and the Deathly Hallows will be released on 21 July 2007 &lt;a href=&quot;http://www.the-leaky-cauldron.org/#article:9452&quot;&gt;click this for more info.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;blogger-post-footer&quot;&gt;http://feeds.feedburner.com/blogspot/ZxkT&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lizclairborne.blogspot.com/feeds/6683167213648590512/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment/fullpage/post/2894303271360686246/6683167213648590512?isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2894303271360686246/posts/default/6683167213648590512'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2894303271360686246/posts/default/6683167213648590512'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lizclairborne.blogspot.com/2007/02/let-countdown-begin.html' title='let the countdown begin:'/><author><name>Capturing Life</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04151879523543937708</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgnBDUT7qz9L1GEljLtEBDEQdFXB9F2yUkld-eSF0loo_J-KVZqi3N-eV-WutIUMVPjzAOepoY0Hi7pEHydBglWwj6GW74Cgxypa6HyQozRbcO_gEgJy5l_5DSGjgRSrtpysg4aLsagqig0/s72-c/excited.gif" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2894303271360686246.post-5649818854965293546</id><published>2007-02-02T17:50:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-02-02T19:38:38.452+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Bringing their INNER Beauty OUT</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur=&quot;try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}&quot; href=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgOyVS8aO-tYMzNam6BjCsgsj7_Hkc-jk0af6LC0eT4q4xTYcabcUqSMmnjKXQ8gR5f3rx8SIQZTubaXizc8NW-wfEv5pZSXWwzHf-Q5vxmBYpagPACFYI83JuQj7Kas1-2K0yZxa7GF144/s1600-h/3499469.gif&quot;&gt;&lt;img style=&quot;float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;&quot; src=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgOyVS8aO-tYMzNam6BjCsgsj7_Hkc-jk0af6LC0eT4q4xTYcabcUqSMmnjKXQ8gR5f3rx8SIQZTubaXizc8NW-wfEv5pZSXWwzHf-Q5vxmBYpagPACFYI83JuQj7Kas1-2K0yZxa7GF144/s400/3499469.gif&quot; border=&quot;0&quot; alt=&quot;&quot;id=&quot;BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5026879174053211538&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I found and first heard these campaign to my good friend &lt;a href=&quot;http://www.friendster.com/sansandl&quot;&gt;san :)&lt;/a&gt;  over the internet last year while preparing for some modules. My mom and aunt really used Dove for their skin, so when I heard it, pardon me, but I blurted out &quot;What~ the freaken &lt;a href=&quot;http://www.campaignforrealbeauty.ph/flat3.asp?id=7094&quot;&gt;ad&lt;/a&gt;  that?&quot; or something to that epek. hehe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Actually Bea and Moks &lt;a href=&quot;http://www.admu.edu.ph/index.php?p=506&quot;&gt;(both psychology graduates)&lt;/a&gt;  made a study about human behavior and confirmed that looks affect the way we treat people. That&#39;s the sad reality of life!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We all have inner beauty and I truly believe that person should be admired by his or her character, intelligence and integrity. But that&#39;s not the reality. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So if people are hooked on looks first, then we have no choice but to put a proper investment in our health, particular in our skin. Because sooner or later it bring out the best in all of us and that&#39;s the power of it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width=&quot;425&quot; height=&quot;350&quot;&gt;&lt;param name=&quot;movie&quot; value=&quot;http://www.youtube.com/v/YwJRbvcdQNU&quot;&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name=&quot;wmode&quot; value=&quot;transparent&quot;&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src=&quot;http://www.youtube.com/v/YwJRbvcdQNU&quot; type=&quot;application/x-shockwave-flash&quot; wmode=&quot;transparent&quot; width=&quot;425&quot; height=&quot;350&quot;&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;blogger-post-footer&quot;&gt;http://feeds.feedburner.com/blogspot/ZxkT&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lizclairborne.blogspot.com/feeds/5649818854965293546/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment/fullpage/post/2894303271360686246/5649818854965293546?isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2894303271360686246/posts/default/5649818854965293546'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2894303271360686246/posts/default/5649818854965293546'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lizclairborne.blogspot.com/2007/02/campaign-for-real-beaut.html' title='Bringing their INNER Beauty OUT'/><author><name>Capturing Life</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04151879523543937708</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgOyVS8aO-tYMzNam6BjCsgsj7_Hkc-jk0af6LC0eT4q4xTYcabcUqSMmnjKXQ8gR5f3rx8SIQZTubaXizc8NW-wfEv5pZSXWwzHf-Q5vxmBYpagPACFYI83JuQj7Kas1-2K0yZxa7GF144/s72-c/3499469.gif" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2894303271360686246.post-9072164288766962335</id><published>2007-01-31T14:38:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-31T15:18:57.546+08:00</updated><title type='text'>What is your Perfect Major? (PLEASE RATE ME!!&lt;3)</title><content type='html'>My two friends &lt;a href=&quot;http://www.friendster.com/661553&quot;&gt;ate celine&lt;/a&gt; and &lt;a href=&quot;http://www.friendster.com/cooks&quot;&gt;bianca&lt;/a&gt;  asked me to answered a survey again, and here&#39;s the result:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table border=&#39;0&#39; cellpadding=&#39;5&#39; cellspacing=&#39;0&#39; width=&#39;600&#39;&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt; You scored as &lt;b&gt;Psychology&lt;/b&gt;. You should be a Psychology major!&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;table border=&#39;0&#39; width=&#39;300&#39; cellspacing=&#39;0&#39; cellpadding=&#39;0&#39;&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;font face=&#39;Arial&#39; size=&#39;1&#39;&gt;Art&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;table border=&#39;1&#39; cellpadding=&#39;0&#39; cellspacing=&#39;0&#39; width=&#39;100&#39; bgcolor=&#39;#dddddd&#39;&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;font face=&#39;Arial&#39; size=&#39;1&#39;&gt;100%&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;font face=&#39;Arial&#39; size=&#39;1&#39;&gt;Theater&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;table border=&#39;1&#39; cellpadding=&#39;0&#39; cellspacing=&#39;0&#39; width=&#39;100&#39; bgcolor=&#39;#dddddd&#39;&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;font face=&#39;Arial&#39; size=&#39;1&#39;&gt;100%&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;font face=&#39;Arial&#39; 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size=&#39;1&#39;&gt;Sociology&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;table border=&#39;1&#39; cellpadding=&#39;0&#39; cellspacing=&#39;0&#39; width=&#39;75&#39; bgcolor=&#39;#dddddd&#39;&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;font face=&#39;Arial&#39; size=&#39;1&#39;&gt;75%&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;font face=&#39;Arial&#39; size=&#39;1&#39;&gt;Dance&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;table border=&#39;1&#39; cellpadding=&#39;0&#39; cellspacing=&#39;0&#39; width=&#39;67&#39; bgcolor=&#39;#dddddd&#39;&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;font face=&#39;Arial&#39; size=&#39;1&#39;&gt;67%&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;a href=&#39;http://quizfarm.com/test.php?q_id=119158&#39;&gt;What is your Perfect Major? (PLEASE RATE ME!!&amp;lt;3)&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;font face=&#39;Arial&#39; size=&#39;1&#39;&gt;created with &lt;a href=&#39;http://quizfarm.com&#39;&gt;QuizFarm.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur=&quot;try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}&quot; href=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh78S-0MK_e9ULzLZBZf4YCGLTOAQYRQE1VsHTA7QpSQBsv_XmR2jKURFjTLjcDn7lnUpOsdVkx-cFl02iswjSbC30gOHtLGaBRFUEcqzWqpdybjwb70WGElfIpt1ry8Luo9O-jPIDjqQOg/s1600-h/3499469.gif&quot;&gt;&lt;img style=&quot;float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;&quot; src=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh78S-0MK_e9ULzLZBZf4YCGLTOAQYRQE1VsHTA7QpSQBsv_XmR2jKURFjTLjcDn7lnUpOsdVkx-cFl02iswjSbC30gOHtLGaBRFUEcqzWqpdybjwb70WGElfIpt1ry8Luo9O-jPIDjqQOg/s400/3499469.gif&quot; border=&quot;0&quot; alt=&quot;&quot;id=&quot;BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5026090152313367170&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;these survey showed that life does not turn out the way you planned it. and for me I&#39;m doing more on communications tasked.There is little demand in the commercial world for excellence. There is a much, much bigger demand for mediocrity.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The truth is I am glad it’s this way. Imagine a world where all clients were wonderful, where we could produce whatever we felt like with no restrictions, with everybody having freedom to produce all their fantasies unfettered by tedious clients. What would we do?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We would react against it saying, “ Isn’t this boring? How can we be dull? Let’s do it badly. Let’s make it ugly. And let’s make it really cheaply.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That’s the nature of the creative person. All creative people need something to rebel against. It’s what gives their lives excitement and it’s creative people who make the clients’ lives exciting.It’s Not How Good You Are, But How Good You Want To Be.Strike while the iron is hot. then right now I&#39;m taking my 1 hour break because I&#39;m not yet eating my lunch coz teejay will be here,ksama daw niya si bea asan sila? usual late. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This very funny I found right now,while waiting to some people,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width=&quot;425&quot; height=&quot;350&quot;&gt;&lt;param name=&quot;movie&quot; value=&quot;http://embed.break.com/NzEyMzU=&quot;&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src=&quot;http://embed.break.com/NzEyMzU=&quot; type=&quot;application/x-shockwave-flash&quot; width=&quot;425&quot; height=&quot;350&quot; &gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;very funny when you watch it in real life if you find something funny. but that&#39;s another fun and adventure.Got to go back to work in the meantime while waiting hangad ko dumating na sila. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;peace ;)&lt;div class=&quot;blogger-post-footer&quot;&gt;http://feeds.feedburner.com/blogspot/ZxkT&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lizclairborne.blogspot.com/feeds/9072164288766962335/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment/fullpage/post/2894303271360686246/9072164288766962335?isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2894303271360686246/posts/default/9072164288766962335'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2894303271360686246/posts/default/9072164288766962335'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lizclairborne.blogspot.com/2007/01/what-is-your-perfect-major-please-rate.html' title='What is your Perfect Major? (PLEASE RATE ME!!&lt;3)'/><author><name>Capturing Life</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04151879523543937708</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh78S-0MK_e9ULzLZBZf4YCGLTOAQYRQE1VsHTA7QpSQBsv_XmR2jKURFjTLjcDn7lnUpOsdVkx-cFl02iswjSbC30gOHtLGaBRFUEcqzWqpdybjwb70WGElfIpt1ry8Luo9O-jPIDjqQOg/s72-c/3499469.gif" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2894303271360686246.post-1683406024382901444</id><published>2007-01-28T16:58:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2014-03-17T12:19:39.805+08:00</updated><title type='text'>My Loved for Starbucks!</title><content type='html'>&lt;br /&gt;
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Oreo Cheesecake is still Oreo Cheesecake and I still love it! And the new Starbucks packaging rocks! It&#39;s red, baby! It&#39;s FABULOUS. So do people really get a happiness of more than PhP 140 when they drink that cup of Frappuccino? Tom Hanks mentions it well on You&#39;ve Got Mail. You have to make a hundred decisions before you can order coffee. Tall! decaf! non-fat! latte! That&#39;s all for today, fabulous&lt;div class=&quot;blogger-post-footer&quot;&gt;http://feeds.feedburner.com/blogspot/ZxkT&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lizclairborne.blogspot.com/feeds/1683406024382901444/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment/fullpage/post/2894303271360686246/1683406024382901444?isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2894303271360686246/posts/default/1683406024382901444'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2894303271360686246/posts/default/1683406024382901444'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lizclairborne.blogspot.com/2007/01/my-loved-for-starbucks.html' title='My Loved for Starbucks!'/><author><name>Capturing Life</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04151879523543937708</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2894303271360686246.post-6429596198727702053</id><published>2007-01-18T14:53:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-18T14:56:37.862+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Koreanovela Princess Hours (Goong) =)</title><content type='html'>&lt;embed width=&quot;430&quot; height=&quot;389&quot; type=&quot;application/x-shockwave-flash&quot; wmode=&quot;transparent&quot; src=&quot;http://s120.photobucket.com/player.swf?file=http://vid120.photobucket.com/albums/o196/lzcl/princesshour.flv&quot;&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;a href=&quot;http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=KRSZTJClw4A&quot;&gt;for more click here&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ABSCBN just released a tagalog version of Perhaps Love aka &quot;Sarang In Ga Yo&quot; by Howl &amp; J performed by Christian Bautista and Rachell Ann Go.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i must say the rendition and translation&#39;s good =) you&#39;ll get to hear a short part of it in this plug =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;here is the song&#39;s Korean lyrics with its English and Filipino translations.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;KOREAN (SARANG IN GA YO)&lt;br /&gt;you can download the original version here&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oohh…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;uhn jeh yuht duhn guhn jee gee uhk nah jeen ah nah&lt;br /&gt;jah kkoon nae muh ree gah nuh roh uh jee ruhp duhn shee jahk&lt;br /&gt;hahn doo buhn ssheek dduh oh reu duhn saeng gahk&lt;br /&gt;jah kkoo neul uh gah suh joh geum dang hwang seu ruh oon ee mah eum&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;byuhl eel ee ah neel soo eet dah goh&lt;br /&gt;sah soh hahn mah eum ee rah goh&lt;br /&gt;nae gah neh geh jah koo (neh geh jah koo)&lt;br /&gt;mahl eul hah neun geh uh saek hahn guhl&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sarang een gah yo&lt;br /&gt;geu dae nah wah gaht dah myuhn shee jahk een gah yo&lt;br /&gt;mahm ee jah koo geu dael sarang hahn dae yo&lt;br /&gt;ohn seh sang ee deud doh rohk soh ree chee neh yo&lt;br /&gt;wae ee jeh yah deul lee jyoh~ OOH~&lt;br /&gt;suh rohl mahn nah gee wee hae ee jeh yah sarang chah jaht dah goh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;jee geum nae mah eum eul suhl myung hah ryuh hae doh&lt;br /&gt;nee gah nae gah dweh uh mahm eul neu kkee neun bang buhp ppoong een deh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ee mee nahn nee ahn eh eet neun guhl&lt;br /&gt;nae ahn eh nee gah eet deu shee&lt;br /&gt;oo reen suh roh eh geh (suh roh eh geh)&lt;br /&gt;ee mee geel deul yuh jeen jee mohl lah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sarang een gah yo geu dae nah wah gaht dah myuhn shee jahk een gah yo&lt;br /&gt;mahm ee jah koo geu dael sarang hahn dae yo&lt;br /&gt;ohn seh sang ee deud doh rohk soh ree chee neh yo&lt;br /&gt;wae ee jeh yah deul lee jyoh~ OOH~&lt;br /&gt;suh rohl mahn nah gee wee hae ee jeh yah sarang chah jaht dah goh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;saeng gahk hae boh myuhn (saeng gahk hae boh myuhn) mah neun soon gahn sohk eh (sohk eh)&lt;br /&gt;uhl mah nah mah neun (YEAH~) suhl leh eem ee ssuht neun jee&lt;br /&gt;joh geum neu jeun geu mahn keum nahn duh jahl hae jool kkeh yo..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hahm kkeh hahl kkeh yo choo uhk ee dwehl gee uhk mahn suhl mool&lt;br /&gt;hahl kkeh yo&lt;br /&gt;dah sheen nae gyuh teh suh dduh nah jee mah yo&lt;br /&gt;jjahl beun soon gahn joh chah doh bool ahn hahn guhl yo&lt;br /&gt;nae geh muh mool luh jwuh yo~ OOH~&lt;br /&gt;geu dael ee ruh geh mah nee (geu toh rohk mah nee)&lt;br /&gt;sarang hah goh ee ssuh yo (geu dae yuh yah mahn) ee mee~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ENGLISH (PERHAPS LOVE)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oohh…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don&#39;t know when it all started&lt;br /&gt;When my head became dizzy with thoughts of you&lt;br /&gt;These thoughts would often pop up in my mind&lt;br /&gt;I feel anxious as my heart expands towards you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It&#39;s nothing…it&#39;s just a little thing&lt;br /&gt;Your words are awkward to me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is it love? If you feel the same way, is it a beginning?&lt;br /&gt;My heart keeps saying it loves you&lt;br /&gt;It screams out for the whole world to hear&lt;br /&gt;Why has it taken so long for me to hear it?&lt;br /&gt;We&#39;ve finally met…finally found love&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If I wanted to show you how I feel&lt;br /&gt;The only way would be for you to become me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I&#39;m already inside of you&lt;br /&gt;Just like you&#39;re inside of me&lt;br /&gt;To each other [to each other]&lt;br /&gt;We may already be too accustomed&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is it love? If you feel the same way, is it a beginning?&lt;br /&gt;My heart keeps saying it loves you&lt;br /&gt;It screams out for the whole world to hear&lt;br /&gt;Why has it taken so long for me to hear it?&lt;br /&gt;We&#39;ve finally met…finally found love&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I think about it [when I think about it]&lt;br /&gt;I realize how many moments there were when my heart trembled&lt;br /&gt;I&#39;ll try as harder as I was late in realizing my feelings&lt;br /&gt;I&#39;ll be with you, I&#39;ll only give you fond memories&lt;br /&gt;Please don&#39;t ever leave me again&lt;br /&gt;Even the shortest moments without you make me uneasy&lt;br /&gt;Please stay by me~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I already love you so much (you&#39;re the only one)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FILIPINO (PAG-IBIG NA KAYA?)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oohh...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hindi na maalala pa’no nagsimula&lt;br /&gt;Ikaw ang laging nasa isip ko bawat araw&lt;br /&gt;Laging ikaw aking nakikita&lt;br /&gt;Ano ba ang nadarama ko&lt;br /&gt;tuwing ikaw ay kasama&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ganyan din ang nadarama ko&lt;br /&gt;Tuwing ika’y lalapit sa akin&lt;br /&gt;Ako’y parang natutulala&lt;br /&gt;Hindi ko malaman ang sasabihin ko&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pag-ibig na kaya?&lt;br /&gt;Pareho ang nadarama, ito ba ay simula?&lt;br /&gt;’Di na mapipigilan, pag-ibig nga ito&lt;br /&gt;Sana’y ’di matapos ang nadaramang ito&lt;br /&gt;Pag-ibig nga kaya ito? (Pag-ibig nga kaya ito?)&lt;br /&gt;Ooohh&lt;br /&gt;’Pagkat nararamdaman pag-ibig ating natagpuan&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Malalaman mo lang ang nararamdaman&lt;br /&gt;Kung ako ay magiging ikaw&lt;br /&gt;Damdamin nati’y magsama&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Laman ng puso ko’y ganyan din&lt;br /&gt;Ikaw ay narito na sa akin&lt;br /&gt;‘Di ko hahayaang mawalay&lt;br /&gt;Dito ka sa aking piling&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pag-ibig na kaya?&lt;br /&gt;Pareho ang nadarama, ito ba ay simula?&lt;br /&gt;’Di na mapipigilan, pag-ibig nga ito&lt;br /&gt;Sana’y ’di matapos ang nadaramang ito&lt;br /&gt;Pag-ibig nga kaya ito? (Pag-ibig nga kaya ito?) Ooohh&lt;br /&gt;’Pagkat nararamdaman pag-ibig natagpuan&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gagawin lahat (gagawin lahat)&lt;br /&gt;Upang ’di magkalayo (upang ’di magkalayo)&lt;br /&gt;Nandito lang ako ’di kita iiwan&lt;br /&gt;Kahit sandali hindi ko papayagan&lt;br /&gt;Mawalay ka sa akin&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pag-ibig na kaya?&lt;br /&gt;Pareho ang nadarama, ito ba ay simula?&lt;br /&gt;’Di na mapipigilan, pag-ibig nga ito&lt;br /&gt;Sana’y ’di matapos ang nadaramang ito&lt;br /&gt;Pag-ibig nga kaya ito? (Pag-ibig nga kaya ito?) Ooohh&lt;br /&gt;’Pagkat nararamdaman&lt;br /&gt;Pag-ibig natin na natagpuan&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ooohh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Goong is a romantic drama that begins with the premise that modern Korea is a constitutional monarchy with a king. It then sets the story of a noble crown prince (Shin Goon) and an ordinary school girl (Shin Chaegyung) who were pledged to be married to each other against their will. The story becomes more interesting as they discover along the way how much they love each other =)&lt;br /&gt;i’ve just finished watching the 24 episodes of the koreanovela Princess Hours (Goong) a few weeks ago, and I must say it’s one of the best koreanovelas i’ve ever seen =) The production, the actors, not to mention the Cinderella love story were enough to make me watch the series all over again (i’m on my third round of viewing now) =P&lt;br /&gt;I highly recommend you watch this series with someone =) wehehe the sweet scenes might make you swoon and it might be hard to get kilig alone ;o)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hmm, for those who haven&#39;t seen it, maybe you&#39;ll like it as much as i did =)&lt;br /&gt;wehehe for those peeps who&#39;ve seen this, what can you say about it? ;o)&lt;div class=&quot;blogger-post-footer&quot;&gt;http://feeds.feedburner.com/blogspot/ZxkT&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lizclairborne.blogspot.com/feeds/6429596198727702053/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment/fullpage/post/2894303271360686246/6429596198727702053?isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2894303271360686246/posts/default/6429596198727702053'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2894303271360686246/posts/default/6429596198727702053'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lizclairborne.blogspot.com/2007/01/koreanovela-princess-hours-goong.html' title='Koreanovela Princess Hours (Goong) =)'/><author><name>Capturing Life</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04151879523543937708</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2894303271360686246.post-3241114568763565102</id><published>2007-01-18T11:24:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-18T12:10:36.584+08:00</updated><title type='text'>A CREDO For my relationship with others</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur=&quot;try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}&quot; href=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjuYczVvXtNRJW8A7KKGDw_2NeRpN8cyKnBxIbBKbEacq8fHPbYDzDbczs4eY2YDPB8m1rvwtgoP8yRPIs1b3vZ2joiJC52G3oHKZq1W5iwCnMhSp2sqTXdnEVdR2oP2tZ5qkxtVWWJL9Zj/s1600-h/aaaa.gif&quot;&gt;&lt;img style=&quot;float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;&quot; src=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjuYczVvXtNRJW8A7KKGDw_2NeRpN8cyKnBxIbBKbEacq8fHPbYDzDbczs4eY2YDPB8m1rvwtgoP8yRPIs1b3vZ2joiJC52G3oHKZq1W5iwCnMhSp2sqTXdnEVdR2oP2tZ5qkxtVWWJL9Zj/s320/aaaa.gif&quot; border=&quot;0&quot; alt=&quot;&quot;id=&quot;BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5021215064093647618&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I turned on my Computer and logged on &lt;a href=&quot;http://mail.lycos.com/lycos/Index.lycos&quot;&gt;Lycos&lt;/a&gt;,then got an e-mail from &lt;a href=&quot;http://www.friendster.com/1253969&quot;&gt;ate naya&lt;/a&gt;,the email was all about us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You and I are in a relationship which I value and want to keep. Yet each of us is a separate person with his own unique needs and the right to meet those needs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When you are having problems meeting your needs, I will try to listen with genuine acceptance in order to facilitate your findings your own solutions instead depending on mine, I also will try to respect your right to choose your own beliefs and develop your own values, different though they may be from mine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However, when your behavior interferes with what I must do to get my own needs met, I will openly and honestly tell you how your behavior affects me, trusting that you respect my needs and feelings enough to try change the behavior that is unacceptable to me. Also, whenever some behavior of mine is unacceptable to you, I hope you will openly and honestly tell me your feelings. I will then listen and try to change my behavior.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At those times when we find that neither of us cannot change his behavior to meet other’s losing. I respect your needs, but I also must respect my own. So let us always strive to search for a solution that will be acceptable to both of us. Your needs will be met, but so will be mine – neither will lose; both will win.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In this way, you can continue to develop as a person through satisfying your needs, but so can I, Thus a course your needs but so can I. Thus, ours can be a healthy relationship in which each of us can strive to become what he is capable of being. And can continue to relate to each other with mutual respect, love and peace.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Thomas Gordon, Ph.D.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;***&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We all need someone who can listen to journey with us in our pain. Most often we receive people who feel obligated to give and advice without really understanding what we are going through. This is why some people stop disclosing altogether. “What’s” the point? “Some would say, “Nobody really understands.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not too many of us really listen. Yet the main ingredient in a therapeutic relationship lies precisely in our ability to listen, not just with our hearts, but with our total being.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The good therapist knows full well that active, emphatic listening is at the heart of the healing process. When I listen to you I am giving you freedom of speech. I am saying in effect: go ahead; it’s okay to feel that way and to report it to me. And my freeing you from your fear and hesitancy is a great gift to you.&lt;div class=&quot;blogger-post-footer&quot;&gt;http://feeds.feedburner.com/blogspot/ZxkT&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lizclairborne.blogspot.com/feeds/3241114568763565102/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment/fullpage/post/2894303271360686246/3241114568763565102?isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2894303271360686246/posts/default/3241114568763565102'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2894303271360686246/posts/default/3241114568763565102'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lizclairborne.blogspot.com/2007/01/credo-for-my-relationship-with-others.html' title='A CREDO For my relationship with others'/><author><name>Capturing Life</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04151879523543937708</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjuYczVvXtNRJW8A7KKGDw_2NeRpN8cyKnBxIbBKbEacq8fHPbYDzDbczs4eY2YDPB8m1rvwtgoP8yRPIs1b3vZ2joiJC52G3oHKZq1W5iwCnMhSp2sqTXdnEVdR2oP2tZ5qkxtVWWJL9Zj/s72-c/aaaa.gif" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2894303271360686246.post-9144994410739946805</id><published>2007-01-13T13:50:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-14T05:15:20.600+08:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="feel good movie"/><title type='text'>Everybody is &quot;Kasali and&quot; Kasalo&quot; in this &quot;Kasal&quot;, No formal invitation necessary</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width=&quot;425&quot; height=&quot;350&quot;&gt;&lt;param name=&quot;movie&quot; value=&quot;http://www.youtube.com/v/d4lbSU8dW_g&quot;&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name=&quot;wmode&quot; value=&quot;transparent&quot;&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src=&quot;http://www.youtube.com/v/d4lbSU8dW_g&quot; type=&quot;application/x-shockwave-flash&quot; wmode=&quot;transparent&quot; width=&quot;425&quot; height=&quot;350&quot;&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had every intention of writing a review after I saw the movie &lt;a href=&quot;http://thinbastard.livejournal.com/60214.html?mode=reply&quot;&gt;“KKK&quot;&lt;/a&gt; last week, but it’s hard to write a review when you have so much opinion.Like many Filipinos, I particularly enjoyed watching this movie. When the lights went up in the theater, I turned to my friend &lt;span style=&quot;font-weight:bold;&quot;&gt;Chaye&lt;/span&gt;, the girl who has her books catalogued in her laptop, who thinks &lt;a href=&quot;http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Magic_89.9&quot;&gt;Joe D&#39;Mango’s&lt;/a&gt; theories are common conversation fare, and who can argue the social significance of a piece of cheese.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“So,” I asked, “Did you enjoy it?”&lt;br /&gt;“Uh. I agree with you it was feel good movie.”&lt;br /&gt;The movie is already being talked about. Those who have seen the &lt;a href=&quot;http://thinbastard.livejournal.com/60214.html?mode=reply&quot;&gt;“KKK”&lt;/a&gt; are one in saying; they had won the people’s heart. Juday – Ryan fans won’t be disappointed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As a whole I learned a lot from &lt;a href=&quot;http://www.abs-cbnnews.com/storypage.aspx?StoryId=62669&quot;&gt;“Kasal, Kasali, Kasalo”&lt;/a&gt; and I’m sure my readers would agree to me that “one is that couple’s problem should stay within just the two of them. It shouldn’t leak to anyone else. It’s always between you and your partner and not you and your surrounding. If you want a messy marriage then just spread your problems. For a quiet life, settle your differences together peacefully. Communication as a key to ironing out relationship that wrinkles. Couples should find time to talk which is an integral part of a relationship because it always results to better understanding of each other&quot;.  I’m speaking like I’m married. hehe, that’s nice. Probably ten years from now then I’ll have my own children of course with my special someone, I’m sure that time both of us are out of rat race.&lt;div class=&quot;blogger-post-footer&quot;&gt;http://feeds.feedburner.com/blogspot/ZxkT&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lizclairborne.blogspot.com/feeds/9144994410739946805/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment/fullpage/post/2894303271360686246/9144994410739946805?isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2894303271360686246/posts/default/9144994410739946805'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2894303271360686246/posts/default/9144994410739946805'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lizclairborne.blogspot.com/2007/01/everybody-is-kasali-and-kasalo-in-this.html' title='Everybody is &quot;Kasali and&quot; Kasalo&quot; in this &quot;Kasal&quot;, No formal invitation necessary'/><author><name>Capturing Life</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04151879523543937708</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2894303271360686246.post-2786182669818219459</id><published>2007-01-13T01:50:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-13T01:53:48.137+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Thumbs Down</title><content type='html'>Manila Bay above and Laguna de Bay below&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur=&quot;try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}&quot; href=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiyUqgHpdDOIYyKiUQyduw5DQTaFL_TgoXgXqmY92IFF5LVvCE-Es5ZZsq4lMSkTn2JIZrmlQfqDPsTyaFq5BcBdJLgGhhn4A3qUaI1HKZPoxRXSGnM2H5R_9ZoN49NUk-ivbYeIKf9yDPd/s1600-h/manila.JPG&quot;&gt;&lt;img style=&quot;display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;&quot; src=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiyUqgHpdDOIYyKiUQyduw5DQTaFL_TgoXgXqmY92IFF5LVvCE-Es5ZZsq4lMSkTn2JIZrmlQfqDPsTyaFq5BcBdJLgGhhn4A3qUaI1HKZPoxRXSGnM2H5R_9ZoN49NUk-ivbYeIKf9yDPd/s320/manila.JPG&quot; border=&quot;0&quot; alt=&quot;&quot;id=&quot;BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5019203507570631378&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One of the nice things about traveling is the amenities one gets on board an airline. Especially when you’re in business class and first class, the amenities are an absolute delight ~ excellent wine and cuisine, marvelous service (so much pampering!), the multiple entertainment system, atbp. Because competition in the air travel industry is so fierce, the airlines try to out do one another with more and new amenities. They try to lure business class and first class passengers with their executive lounges at the airports, offering more luxurious facilities, superb cuisine, electronic devices geared for traveling business men, atbp. All of which are designed to make traveling as one would say ~ worth trip.&lt;br /&gt;I’m so disappointed to another airline which I had the misfortune to taking recently on a trip to Australia. The airline used to be my favorite since I especially like their in-flight service and food… that is until, I took it to Australia in economy class.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our flight was the very first in the morning, virtually at dawn, out of NAIA. Of course, I was expecting to get breakfast in flight. Dear, dear, talk about expectations! Evidently, there is a world of difference between business class and economy class on the airline. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What we got was a tuna sandwich in a bun, a macaroni salad and a choice of beverage –juice, soda, coffee or tea. The tuna in the sandwich evidently had been prepared the night before. It was dry, tasteless and had no mayonnaise or anything to ease our pain.&lt;br /&gt;We had coffee which was okay except that…refills? Forget it. The attendants were nowhere in sight until it was time to collect the trays.&lt;br /&gt;Our flight home was at the dinner hour. Dinner was…guess what?... a sandwich bun (same as breakfast) which stewardess said was “tuna” but tasteless suspiciously of canned sardines which I didn’t eat because I don’t like it. And yes, I didn’t bother to look for refills of my sprite.&lt;br /&gt;Airlines have been cutting corners to reduce operation costs – and I don’t blame them. But I think economy class passengers also have right to a decent hot meal. Those fares aren’t exactly cheap, you know!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur=&quot;try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}&quot; href=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEinCFkOEuTFfvuNEy0r0BHxceiYBLxRg98iOCDt62Kiwri96OUNFnmjnXAD7DkqlGbESQsr99R2lEZ6PWUS6hq15rOU526WRm7ngzng2xbKsESs3xK7UDZuwuH2ZlykQA1dYuaSiY1J2OlB/s1600-h/wings.JPG&quot;&gt;&lt;img style=&quot;display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;&quot; src=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEinCFkOEuTFfvuNEy0r0BHxceiYBLxRg98iOCDt62Kiwri96OUNFnmjnXAD7DkqlGbESQsr99R2lEZ6PWUS6hq15rOU526WRm7ngzng2xbKsESs3xK7UDZuwuH2ZlykQA1dYuaSiY1J2OlB/s320/wings.JPG&quot; border=&quot;0&quot; alt=&quot;&quot;id=&quot;BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5019203297117233858&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;blogger-post-footer&quot;&gt;http://feeds.feedburner.com/blogspot/ZxkT&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lizclairborne.blogspot.com/feeds/2786182669818219459/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment/fullpage/post/2894303271360686246/2786182669818219459?isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2894303271360686246/posts/default/2786182669818219459'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2894303271360686246/posts/default/2786182669818219459'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lizclairborne.blogspot.com/2007/01/thumbs-down.html' title='Thumbs Down'/><author><name>Capturing Life</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04151879523543937708</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiyUqgHpdDOIYyKiUQyduw5DQTaFL_TgoXgXqmY92IFF5LVvCE-Es5ZZsq4lMSkTn2JIZrmlQfqDPsTyaFq5BcBdJLgGhhn4A3qUaI1HKZPoxRXSGnM2H5R_9ZoN49NUk-ivbYeIKf9yDPd/s72-c/manila.JPG" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2894303271360686246.post-4254935509821464383</id><published>2007-01-07T16:26:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-07T16:30:19.427+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Would you date someone very famous?</title><content type='html'>Yes, beauty is in the eye of the beholder. But when we’re talking about the pretty faces you see in media, their kind of beauty will pop the eyes out of any beholder’s head. Let’s face it; they’re beautiful for a living. They get paid to look like a million bucks, and they make all the guys ‘head spin because of it. Any and every boy out there would give their right arm to date a supermodel, an actress, or a beauty queen. Or would they? While it is fun to imagine (to the guy point of view) what it would be like to have a model dropped on their arms, it’s not necessarily a lifestyle every guy would like to lead. Believe it or not, a surprisingly large number of boys would still choose to end up with a friend, a neighbor, or the girl next door. Ordinary girls still have a lot of things going for them when compared to high – profile ladies, and a lot of cases will prove that point. How, you ask? Well, let’s see…&lt;br /&gt;1. Guys want someone they can be themselves with. &lt;br /&gt;If a guy had the chance to take a supermodel out on a date, chances are they wouldn’t bring them to a Jollibee or McDonald. It just wouldn’t be right, right? But the majority of guys want someone who’ll they can have fun with. They want someone naughty and nice type. Someone who’s exciting not boring, and crazy enough to make him laugh. And nice would mean who wouldn’t cheat on him.&lt;br /&gt;2. Friendship is more important than looks. &lt;br /&gt;A boy between on the age of 22-30 actually has the means to bring a celebrity lady out on a date. What would they end up talking about? They’d probably end up laboring over small talk regarding careers, politics, fashion and gadgets, while the guy tries to get the hang of what Ms. Celebrity is into. Whereas if he simply a dated a long time friend, he wouldn’t have to worry about anything, because they’re already familiar with each other’s habits, like, and dislikes. So what would a guy choose? The answer’s pretty obvious, don’t you think?&lt;br /&gt;3. The recognition factor can be a bit too much. &lt;br /&gt;These are models, after all, whose faces are plastered on TVs, posters, and billboards everywhere. So if the guy walks around with one, most, if not all, eyes will be on him and his hot date. Some guys may like the attention, but others will wilt under the intense spot light. To keep something quiet, everything has to be low –key. Besides, can you imagine how weird it could get when your date’s enlarged face is grinning at you from across the road?&lt;br /&gt;4. Guys do like to feel secure. &lt;br /&gt;These ladies look hot and probably (make that definitely) make more money than him. It’s hard for a guy to maintain his self – image and keep his cool when he’s with someone whose smile puts out a million megawatts and who seems as well- known as the pope.&lt;br /&gt;5. Work can get in the way. &lt;br /&gt;When you go out with someone who looks good for a living, you have to put up with the hectic lifestyle that goes with it as well. These ladies are at the becks and call of their chosen profession, so it’s not impossible that their guys won’t see them for weeks or even months at a time ~ and there’s nothing they can do about it. Guys need their significant others around (although they’ll rarely admit it), so why would they go for someone who probably wont be around most of the time?&lt;br /&gt;At the end of it all, what guys look for is someone with a great personality and who’s not afraid to be herself no matter what. There are probably a lot of celebrity chicks like that, but these ladies will always have an image to nurture and protect ~ and that may be a hindrance. Ordinary girls, on the other hand, have the advantage of not having to live up to someone else’s standards, and so they can be themselves 24/7. A high – profile lady will probably worry so much about her looks that she’ll spend an eternity in the powder room trying to get that “just right” look. The friend or girl – next – door probably won’t be as high-maintenance as a society girl, so that’s an immediate plus.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur=&quot;try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}&quot; href=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjvUgWLuhAJ3E2oiNvZNSlQ9I3WTov3iBWhVllKjTUJefvI6aUTjunAzWKE1rAe_Euv1pS8lnXbferV5N9st_gLZ5hHcvw85td16p_07d6mJVqhpvvrW8YJZSbTRt5JG3hbpC1RLdldH_Po/s1600-h/34130712154889l.jpg&quot;&gt;&lt;img style=&quot;display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;&quot; src=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjvUgWLuhAJ3E2oiNvZNSlQ9I3WTov3iBWhVllKjTUJefvI6aUTjunAzWKE1rAe_Euv1pS8lnXbferV5N9st_gLZ5hHcvw85td16p_07d6mJVqhpvvrW8YJZSbTRt5JG3hbpC1RLdldH_Po/s400/34130712154889l.jpg&quot; border=&quot;0&quot; alt=&quot;&quot;id=&quot;BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5017202809857852210&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cheesy flare shot! 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