<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3738909719354752507</id><updated>2012-01-28T21:14:23.443+08:00</updated><title type='text'>.supergirl</title><subtitle type='html'>A Day in The Life of a GEEK</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://teatrogurl.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3738909719354752507/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://teatrogurl.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>louraine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14772056750100959889</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ibuIj28N4-c/TrFBRYpyyJI/AAAAAAAAASw/19BWS6i0Z9o/s220/310479_2632597894464_1240891450_33178588_319445508_n.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>88</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3738909719354752507.post-1356596235261125796</id><published>2012-01-28T20:05:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2012-01-28T21:14:23.459+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Huntress Unni Jjang!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span &gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span &gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Huntress unni!&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(34, 34, 34); font-family: 'Open Sans', sans-serif, arial, NanumGothic, dotum, Tahoma; font-size: 14px; line-height: 20px; background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255); "&gt;안녕?!?!?! How are you unni?! I miss you so much! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(34, 34, 34); font-family: 'Open Sans', sans-serif, arial, NanumGothic, dotum, Tahoma; font-size: 14px; line-height: 20px; background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255); "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(34, 34, 34); font-family: 'Open Sans', sans-serif, arial, NanumGothic, dotum, Tahoma; font-size: 14px; line-height: 20px; background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255); "&gt;I always wonder... how can I show you I appreciate you and your works very much? I am not good with making photo manipulation and I don't have the application for me to make videos for you to use. I feel so down. I am so jealous of all those readers who can show you wonderful posters and fan videos. T_T&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(34, 34, 34); font-family: 'Open Sans', sans-serif, arial, NanumGothic, dotum, Tahoma; font-size: 14px; line-height: 20px; background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255); "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(34, 34, 34); font-family: 'Open Sans', sans-serif, arial, NanumGothic, dotum, Tahoma; font-size: 14px; line-height: 20px; background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255); "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(34, 34, 34); font-family: 'Open Sans', sans-serif, arial, NanumGothic, dotum, Tahoma; font-size: 14px; line-height: 20px; background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255); "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(34, 34, 34); font-family: 'Open Sans', sans-serif, arial, NanumGothic, dotum, Tahoma; font-size: 14px; line-height: 20px; background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255); "&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-m1N_nGVpe-w/TyPwe7tZjFI/AAAAAAAAAZY/9W1wjFQ403A/s1600/2012-01-28%2B19.50.10.jpg" style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: 16px; line-height: normal; "&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-m1N_nGVpe-w/TyPwe7tZjFI/AAAAAAAAAZY/9W1wjFQ403A/s320/2012-01-28%2B19.50.10.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5702665967396031570" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 253px; height: 320px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br class="Apple-interchange-newline"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(34, 34, 34); font-family: 'Open Sans', sans-serif, arial, NanumGothic, dotum, Tahoma; font-size: 14px; line-height: 20px; background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255); "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span  &gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 14px; line-height: 20px;"&gt;So I made this blogspot. This is just a short story of how I came to know your story and how I fell in love with your work. :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span  &gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 14px; line-height: 20px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span  &gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 14px; line-height: 20px;"&gt;It was when I was lurking aroung YGL. There I saw your first fan fiction. It was already completed at that time. THE EVIL PRINCE. I was really curious as to what the story is all about. Is it scary? Is it a dark story? Will there be blood and killing? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span  &gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 14px; line-height: 20px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span  &gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 14px; line-height: 20px;"&gt;Then I started reading it. Lo and behold! It was the funniest fanfic I have ever read in my entire life! I was literally rolling down my bed laughing and crying all at the same time! I was so happy reading it that I didn't notice that I have already reached the end of the story. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span  &gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 14px; line-height: 20px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span  &gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 14px; line-height: 20px;"&gt;I was happy and sad at the same time reading the last chapter. I wanted more!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span  &gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 14px; line-height: 20px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span  &gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 14px; line-height: 20px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span  &gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 14px; line-height: 20px;"&gt;Then came My Celebrity Roommate! I so loved that fanfic! I always leave a comment everytime I read it and I was so envious of all those readers who can talk to you. You rarely comment back on my post. T_T &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span  &gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 14px; line-height: 20px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span  &gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 14px; line-height: 20px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span  &gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 14px; line-height: 20px;"&gt;Then I started reading stories from Asianfanfics. I find it easier to read from the said website because even if you are not a member you can just browse and read and it is has easy access. Then an idea came to me! I will ask permission from you if I can post the story to AFF so that I can share these wonderful story to the rest of the UNIVERSE! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span  &gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 14px; line-height: 20px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span  &gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 14px; line-height: 20px;"&gt;I was anxious waiting for your reply! Then you agreed and even sent me a DM! OMG!!! My eyes were bulging and I cried! Literally! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span  &gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 14px; line-height: 20px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span  &gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 14px; line-height: 20px;"&gt;The rest was history as you know it. :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span  &gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 14px; line-height: 20px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span  &gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 14px; line-height: 20px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span  &gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 14px; line-height: 20px;"&gt;I am making this blog to show you how much I appreciate and love you! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span  &gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 14px; line-height: 20px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span  &gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 14px; line-height: 20px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span  &gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 14px; line-height: 20px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-fA3xMxGn4Yk/TyPzzTI_9sI/AAAAAAAAAZk/fWMuApMOtv0/s1600/2012-01-28%2B19.50.46.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-fA3xMxGn4Yk/TyPzzTI_9sI/AAAAAAAAAZk/fWMuApMOtv0/s320/2012-01-28%2B19.50.46.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5702669615818077890" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 219px; height: 320px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br class="Apple-interchange-newline"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I hope you will like my simple post. I even made a letter for you. ♥♥♥&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-w-Bv9E3kbhY/TyP0jJ2uKGI/AAAAAAAAAZw/1lldrsl2a-E/s1600/2012-01-28%2B19.41.58.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-w-Bv9E3kbhY/TyP0jJ2uKGI/AAAAAAAAAZw/1lldrsl2a-E/s320/2012-01-28%2B19.41.58.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5702670437959215202" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br class="Apple-interchange-newline"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;UNNI! SARANGHAE! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3738909719354752507-1356596235261125796?l=teatrogurl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://teatrogurl.blogspot.com/feeds/1356596235261125796/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3738909719354752507&amp;postID=1356596235261125796' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3738909719354752507/posts/default/1356596235261125796'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3738909719354752507/posts/default/1356596235261125796'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://teatrogurl.blogspot.com/2012/01/huntress-unni-jjang.html' title='Huntress Unni Jjang!'/><author><name>louraine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14772056750100959889</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ibuIj28N4-c/TrFBRYpyyJI/AAAAAAAAASw/19BWS6i0Z9o/s220/310479_2632597894464_1240891450_33178588_319445508_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-m1N_nGVpe-w/TyPwe7tZjFI/AAAAAAAAAZY/9W1wjFQ403A/s72-c/2012-01-28%2B19.50.10.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3738909719354752507.post-2961943529702387160</id><published>2011-11-02T21:16:00.021+08:00</published><updated>2011-11-20T11:28:15.282+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Singapura Experience</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-rRh2fe9gNzk/TshafHMirCI/AAAAAAAAAUU/eA1cclBW50c/s1600/182248_1912804740085_1240891450_32339300_2335403_n.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-rRh2fe9gNzk/TshafHMirCI/AAAAAAAAAUU/eA1cclBW50c/s320/182248_1912804740085_1240891450_32339300_2335403_n.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5676886820854606882" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;The Singapore's Merlion.From Sentosa. :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;This has been long overdue. It literally took me almost 4 months after the trip for me to finally be able to post something about my Singapore trip. I just can't find the best words to express my feelings regarding the event. It was one hell of a roller-coaster ride for me. The journey that lead me to a better me. :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;My journey started last February 12. It was a sunny afternoon, traffic was heavy in EDSA and even in Magsaysay Avenue. Mom and I left our Makati Apartment around 3pm since our flight was 7.45pm. We had to check-in early since it was my first trip abroad and we might encounter glitches along the way. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;We arrived at NAIA terminal 2 had our luggage checked-in chose our seats and waited for mom's bestfriend to arrive before we went to the immigration officer. However since it was already almost 5pm we decided to go inside and wait for Tito Ed inside. Good thing we didn't encounter any problem with the immigration and was inside almost immediately after. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-khp1EKRs6Jg/TrFGMf_69GI/AAAAAAAAATk/ousybVISA3I/s320/180785_1906462981545_1240891450_32325868_3863942_n.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5670390586398143586" style="text-align: justify;color: rgb(0, 0, 238); text-decoration: underline; display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px; " /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;We got really hungry and were looking for a store to buy snacks but luck was not with us this time. Mom already had her money changed to Singaporean dollars and my wallet was inside my luggage which was already checked-in. Talk about luck. :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-0iq8h9saYWA/TrFHuQLDEsI/AAAAAAAAATw/Rh5CbpP7NtI/s1600/182651_1896365969126_1240891450_32307132_3770579_n.jpg" style="text-align: left; " onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-0iq8h9saYWA/TrFHuQLDEsI/AAAAAAAAATw/Rh5CbpP7NtI/s320/182651_1896365969126_1240891450_32307132_3770579_n.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5670392265777025730" style="text-align: justify;display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Tito Ed arrived around 7pm and bought us some snacks to much on since the FAs where already calling our flights it seemed to not even reach our stomachs.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Mama and Tito Ed seems to be ganging up on me since they had insisted that I sit near the window. I am basically terrified of heights and this is what they want me to do? Seriously?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;After almost 4 hours I am finally in Singapore! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-N9qVVdTDbHQ/TshZTGXxJDI/AAAAAAAAAT8/_zKCyJ34Woo/s1600/181568_1912813820312_1240891450_32339322_4429374_n.jpg" style="text-align: left; " onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-N9qVVdTDbHQ/TshZTGXxJDI/AAAAAAAAAT8/_zKCyJ34Woo/s320/181568_1912813820312_1240891450_32339322_4429374_n.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5676885514963199026" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 214px; height: 320px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;This photo is taken from the Singapore Flyer. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;First day in Singapore was spent inside mom's office! Seriously! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;But kind Tito Ed talked mom into bringing me to Sentosa. It was the last day of the Flower Festival so it was such a great experience. :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-v82W5edjtdw/TshaMvb2dGI/AAAAAAAAAUI/Z06QnaW8B4o/s1600/182278_1897574199331_1240891450_32309495_4906175_n.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-v82W5edjtdw/TshaMvb2dGI/AAAAAAAAAUI/Z06QnaW8B4o/s320/182278_1897574199331_1240891450_32309495_4906175_n.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5676886505238721634" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Fbu9W0WSXcs/TshdiIHGyyI/AAAAAAAAAVA/U6OqBUTXfCQ/s1600/182870_1897575359360_1240891450_32309502_6523450_n.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Fbu9W0WSXcs/TshdiIHGyyI/AAAAAAAAAVA/U6OqBUTXfCQ/s320/182870_1897575359360_1240891450_32309502_6523450_n.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5676890171174734626" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;I have been to a lot of wishing wells but this one is just so beautiful I don't even&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;want to throw a coin in to it for fear that I would destroy its beauty.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-LhumWxP2fAA/TshdhshPVyI/AAAAAAAAAU4/yvjkPEpkZ7w/s1600/180188_1897574679343_1240891450_32309498_1732446_n.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-LhumWxP2fAA/TshdhshPVyI/AAAAAAAAAU4/yvjkPEpkZ7w/s320/180188_1897574679343_1240891450_32309498_1732446_n.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5676890163768153890" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;u&gt;Since it was  my first this in Singapore and I don't have &lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;u&gt;anyone to go to USS with me. I have to wait and be&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;u&gt;contented with a photo with the globe&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-il8sbHZR4ss/TshdhrM3kzI/AAAAAAAAAUs/PkHusvgTyE4/s1600/180154_1897572719294_1240891450_32309486_5924646_n.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-il8sbHZR4ss/TshdhrM3kzI/AAAAAAAAAUs/PkHusvgTyE4/s320/180154_1897572719294_1240891450_32309486_5924646_n.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5676890163414274866" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;I just like the whole design of Sentosa that day.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;Mom however can't stop taking picture of me &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;with them. :) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;My Auntie Mely and her family came after a couple of days. That was when I started touring around like a regular tourist! Yay! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;We went to Bird's Farm and my lovely niece enjoyed the tour so much! Love the bird show and the tram ride!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-zizrbyhE0Pw/TshbAGKdjFI/AAAAAAAAAUg/FX_vsa7sxis/s1600/185812_1912803740060_1240891450_32339296_2706158_n.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-zizrbyhE0Pw/TshbAGKdjFI/AAAAAAAAAUg/FX_vsa7sxis/s320/185812_1912803740060_1240891450_32339296_2706158_n.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5676887387513130066" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;Isla is not looking at the camera! She is so exited. :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-XKrjIYe2qVM/TshfcI53BKI/AAAAAAAAAVQ/29lntUpGgUk/s1600/225100_2078380839384_1240891450_32579971_2021138_n.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-XKrjIYe2qVM/TshfcI53BKI/AAAAAAAAAVQ/29lntUpGgUk/s320/225100_2078380839384_1240891450_32579971_2021138_n.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5676892267331650722" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;Tourists much? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(34, 34, 34); font-family: 'Open Sans', sans-serif, arial, NanumGothic, dotum, Tahoma; font-size: 14px; line-height: 18px; background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255); "&gt;ㅋㅋㅋㅋ&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 18px; "&gt;On our way to the second stop of the day.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 18px; "&gt;SENTOSA! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 18px; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-isPL-PwWcJw/TshgO6wmaHI/AAAAAAAAAVc/Yq6Mj6ZR8kk/s1600/225375_2078380519376_1240891450_32579970_942288_n.jpg" style="text-align: left; " onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-isPL-PwWcJw/TshgO6wmaHI/AAAAAAAAAVc/Yq6Mj6ZR8kk/s320/225375_2078380519376_1240891450_32579970_942288_n.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5676893139708045426" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;With the girls. While waiting for our turn to ride the Ludge!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;It was so much fun roaming around Singapore with the people you love and know. There were a lot of things to do and a lot of things to explore. Sad thing is My cousins are only going to stay in Singapore for a couple of days. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;On their last night we went to the:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;DooDoong! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;SINGAPORE FLYER! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;I swear that it was not something that I would try again. Once is enough! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-2Ummb1lCjNM/TshhQV5fwHI/AAAAAAAAAVo/MAweW14jjn4/s1600/183980_1912813700309_1240891450_32339321_6562404_n.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-2Ummb1lCjNM/TshhQV5fwHI/AAAAAAAAAVo/MAweW14jjn4/s320/183980_1912813700309_1240891450_32339321_6562404_n.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5676894263684612210" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 213px; height: 320px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;I was literally scared for my life that I don't have any&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;decent photo inside the Flyer.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;This was taken while we are waiting to ride the gigantic&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;Ferris Wheel.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;After that life-threatening (well it is for me!) experience we enjoyed eating at the Marina Bay Sands. It was a beautiful mall full of designer boutiques that I don't even dare to enter since I might as well fill the room with my saliva! I am drooling over the items on display!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-AZ_hr-sFi30/TshjsPLrJiI/AAAAAAAAAWA/p8n0auEyUfU/s1600/182676_1912812780286_1240891450_32339315_8127589_n.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-AZ_hr-sFi30/TshjsPLrJiI/AAAAAAAAAWA/p8n0auEyUfU/s320/182676_1912812780286_1240891450_32339315_8127589_n.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5676896941941401122" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 207px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;Isn't it lovely? I am salivating!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;We then roamed around and was in awe! The Helix Bridge was so incredibly amazing that I temporarily forgotten my fear of anything dangling and me on top of it! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;It was basically a  hanging bridge! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-1b-Mf2-w0F0/TshiWTDj4BI/AAAAAAAAAV0/6Q_UgvsmaLo/s1600/183312_1912813020292_1240891450_32339316_438679_n.jpg" style="text-align: left; " onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-1b-Mf2-w0F0/TshiWTDj4BI/AAAAAAAAAV0/6Q_UgvsmaLo/s320/183312_1912813020292_1240891450_32339316_438679_n.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5676895465512362002" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;Certification shot! With my lovelies!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;Since there were a lot of interesting tourist attraction in Singapore. I was able to practice my love for photography.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-JG9nX2j_WXE/TshsjAJBWEI/AAAAAAAAAWU/_j0WY3TvYV4/s1600/260559_2247295982157_1240891450_32761928_7489233_n.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-JG9nX2j_WXE/TshsjAJBWEI/AAAAAAAAAWU/_j0WY3TvYV4/s320/260559_2247295982157_1240891450_32761928_7489233_n.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5676906678889568322" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;This is one of my favorites. Will always use this. :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-KX_oiCSH2kU/TshsjAPmtRI/AAAAAAAAAWk/cQn8bwayHck/s1600/261853_2247252061059_1240891450_32761846_2999261_n.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-KX_oiCSH2kU/TshsjAPmtRI/AAAAAAAAAWk/cQn8bwayHck/s320/261853_2247252061059_1240891450_32761846_2999261_n.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5676906678917182738" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;u&gt;There are a lot of lovely scenery around Singapore&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ZjgrnYvlW8k/Tshsi9Udw2I/AAAAAAAAAWM/S14dM_0w3Gc/s1600/183396_1913399914964_1240891450_32340572_6691047_n.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ZjgrnYvlW8k/Tshsi9Udw2I/AAAAAAAAAWM/S14dM_0w3Gc/s320/183396_1913399914964_1240891450_32340572_6691047_n.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5676906678132261730" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;I just used a regular camera with this photo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;Other that enjoying my stay in Singapore with my mom and Tito Ed. I also made friends with some Filipinos and some Singaporeans.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;I also met up with a couple of Appler friends who are also staying in Singapore. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-bc3jrsJfoWg/TshuBKY4GLI/AAAAAAAAAW4/p2Tjt9xWwi4/s1600/216216_2062864331481_1240891450_32554368_5089459_n.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-bc3jrsJfoWg/TshuBKY4GLI/AAAAAAAAAW4/p2Tjt9xWwi4/s320/216216_2062864331481_1240891450_32554368_5089459_n.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5676908296548128946" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-YtslTuOYpKo/TshuBJFgkRI/AAAAAAAAAWw/arSVKo5LTus/s1600/215789_2046665606523_1240891450_32526761_3308015_n.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-YtslTuOYpKo/TshuBJFgkRI/AAAAAAAAAWw/arSVKo5LTus/s320/215789_2046665606523_1240891450_32526761_3308015_n.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5676908296198459666" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;My lovely friends. Nhicole, Je unni and Monique.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;There were also sometimes when I would roam around Singapore alone. Yeah I can be a loner at times. :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-sPh9NO_huyQ/TshurWqYX1I/AAAAAAAAAXQ/RWQhkpr_Lps/s1600/227330_2079007735056_1240891450_32580930_3098395_n.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-sPh9NO_huyQ/TshurWqYX1I/AAAAAAAAAXQ/RWQhkpr_Lps/s320/227330_2079007735056_1240891450_32580930_3098395_n.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5676909021397278546" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 283px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;This country are just divine! There are a lot&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;of beautiful scenery that you just want to &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;capture using your camera's lense&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ditT-ZxubMg/TshwOy2yYuI/AAAAAAAAAXs/1mGE4q5zQko/s1600/224241_2079000974887_1240891450_32580895_2575799_n.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ditT-ZxubMg/TshwOy2yYuI/AAAAAAAAAXs/1mGE4q5zQko/s320/224241_2079000974887_1240891450_32580895_2575799_n.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5676910729772557026" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;Thank you Monique for this wonderful photo. :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;A week before my departure, my sister came to Singapore! It was the time when we enjoyed so much! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;We finally went to Universal Studios Singapore and we had a blast! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-lJqqnSbnmlM/TshxjO2_D5I/AAAAAAAAAYc/iEdd8BAKUj4/s1600/267461_2252058901227_1240891450_32768416_1938801_n.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-lJqqnSbnmlM/TshxjO2_D5I/AAAAAAAAAYc/iEdd8BAKUj4/s320/267461_2252058901227_1240891450_32768416_1938801_n.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5676912180398591890" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-uauKjwC5cW0/TshxieH3h0I/AAAAAAAAAYA/utbNkft2Ynw/s1600/262300_2252055941153_1240891450_32768401_3676874_n.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-uauKjwC5cW0/TshxieH3h0I/AAAAAAAAAYA/utbNkft2Ynw/s320/262300_2252055941153_1240891450_32768401_3676874_n.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5676912167316064066" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ZF_lAAhwp_I/TshxiDkFSXI/AAAAAAAAAX4/U4McPZUZa1A/s1600/270902_2252055261136_1240891450_32768399_2335378_n.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ZF_lAAhwp_I/TshxiDkFSXI/AAAAAAAAAX4/U4McPZUZa1A/s320/270902_2252055261136_1240891450_32768399_2335378_n.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5676912160186648946" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-5wPEWDLR_2w/TshxjfEPMeI/AAAAAAAAAYo/XYNpnSujHQ8/s1600/268527_2252073901602_1240891450_32768493_8199576_n.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-5wPEWDLR_2w/TshxjfEPMeI/AAAAAAAAAYo/XYNpnSujHQ8/s320/268527_2252073901602_1240891450_32768493_8199576_n.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5676912184749142498" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-4Ug27BvaGp0/TshxiZqcFGI/AAAAAAAAAYU/WBvXwdKWlXg/s1600/263762_2252074181609_1240891450_32768494_2389730_n.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-4Ug27BvaGp0/TshxiZqcFGI/AAAAAAAAAYU/WBvXwdKWlXg/s320/263762_2252074181609_1240891450_32768494_2389730_n.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5676912166118888546" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Have I ever mentioned that I am terribly afraid of heights and my sister enjoys those death defying ride! I swear those two rides was the scariest 5 minute of my life!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-DaL9oRZDL9k/TshynAYmO_I/AAAAAAAAAZM/2l8w0utBqTA/s1600/267805_2252067301437_1240891450_32768459_1954348_n.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-DaL9oRZDL9k/TshynAYmO_I/AAAAAAAAAZM/2l8w0utBqTA/s320/267805_2252067301437_1240891450_32768459_1954348_n.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5676913344744143858" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-laCAQqsSOUA/TshynAoyvdI/AAAAAAAAAY8/fI0vNDRDMMc/s1600/270133_2252058421215_1240891450_32768414_5310575_n.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-laCAQqsSOUA/TshynAoyvdI/AAAAAAAAAY8/fI0vNDRDMMc/s320/270133_2252058421215_1240891450_32768414_5310575_n.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5676913344812072402" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 237px; height: 320px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-urCQv2Du8p4/TshymxkdrEI/AAAAAAAAAY0/8jWSAgtysPA/s1600/269772_2252069701497_1240891450_32768471_7726436_n.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-urCQv2Du8p4/TshymxkdrEI/AAAAAAAAAY0/8jWSAgtysPA/s320/269772_2252069701497_1240891450_32768471_7726436_n.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5676913340767382594" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;My sister who was so happy and tired at the same time! It was a wet and wild day. Literally! We had to change clothes after one of the rides in the Jurassic Park area. My shoes were  soaking! Note to self: Next time I visit USS, I will be wearing a very comfortable slippers.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;My stay in Singapore is something I will forever treasure. I promise to go back and this time it would be a longer and much more adventurous!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3738909719354752507-2961943529702387160?l=teatrogurl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://teatrogurl.blogspot.com/feeds/2961943529702387160/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3738909719354752507&amp;postID=2961943529702387160' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3738909719354752507/posts/default/2961943529702387160'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3738909719354752507/posts/default/2961943529702387160'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://teatrogurl.blogspot.com/2011/11/singapura-experience.html' title='The Singapura Experience'/><author><name>louraine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14772056750100959889</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ibuIj28N4-c/TrFBRYpyyJI/AAAAAAAAASw/19BWS6i0Z9o/s220/310479_2632597894464_1240891450_33178588_319445508_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-rRh2fe9gNzk/TshafHMirCI/AAAAAAAAAUU/eA1cclBW50c/s72-c/182248_1912804740085_1240891450_32339300_2335403_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3738909719354752507.post-4643960374044531817</id><published>2011-03-04T13:16:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-03-04T13:17:24.966+08:00</updated><title type='text'>My Playlist</title><content type='html'>&lt;object height="360" width="100%"&gt; &lt;param name="movie" value="http://player.soundcloud.com/player.swf?url=http%3A%2F%2Fapi.soundcloud.com%2Fplaylists%2F622063"&gt;&lt;/param&gt; &lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt; &lt;embed allowscriptaccess="always" height="360" src="http://player.soundcloud.com/player.swf?url=http%3A%2F%2Fapi.soundcloud.com%2Fplaylists%2F622063" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="100%"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt; &lt;/object&gt;  &lt;span&gt;&lt;a href="http://soundcloud.com/louraine/sets/yg-family"&gt;YG Family&lt;/a&gt; by &lt;a href="http://soundcloud.com/louraine"&gt;louraine&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3738909719354752507-4643960374044531817?l=teatrogurl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://teatrogurl.blogspot.com/feeds/4643960374044531817/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3738909719354752507&amp;postID=4643960374044531817' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3738909719354752507/posts/default/4643960374044531817'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3738909719354752507/posts/default/4643960374044531817'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://teatrogurl.blogspot.com/2011/03/my-playlist.html' title='My Playlist'/><author><name>louraine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14772056750100959889</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ibuIj28N4-c/TrFBRYpyyJI/AAAAAAAAASw/19BWS6i0Z9o/s220/310479_2632597894464_1240891450_33178588_319445508_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3738909719354752507.post-3674034897220129845</id><published>2011-03-03T17:55:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-03-03T17:57:42.944+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://tumblr.com/xai1nu1bir"&gt;Read&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3738909719354752507-3674034897220129845?l=teatrogurl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://teatrogurl.blogspot.com/feeds/3674034897220129845/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3738909719354752507&amp;postID=3674034897220129845' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3738909719354752507/posts/default/3674034897220129845'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3738909719354752507/posts/default/3674034897220129845'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://teatrogurl.blogspot.com/2011/03/read.html' title=''/><author><name>louraine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14772056750100959889</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ibuIj28N4-c/TrFBRYpyyJI/AAAAAAAAASw/19BWS6i0Z9o/s220/310479_2632597894464_1240891450_33178588_319445508_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3738909719354752507.post-1277368228488372255</id><published>2011-02-22T08:14:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-02-22T08:26:38.141+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Singapore Invasion</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-3s2Pm6OFZKc/TWMCaUtEGrI/AAAAAAAAASU/KORvNSbknDE/s1600/flye.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-3s2Pm6OFZKc/TWMCaUtEGrI/AAAAAAAAASU/KORvNSbknDE/s320/flye.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5576303414872382130" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Singapore is dope! I still can't over the fact that I am currently staying in Singapore. I have been to so many places and there are a lot more that I need to discover. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3738909719354752507-1277368228488372255?l=teatrogurl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://teatrogurl.blogspot.com/feeds/1277368228488372255/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3738909719354752507&amp;postID=1277368228488372255' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3738909719354752507/posts/default/1277368228488372255'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3738909719354752507/posts/default/1277368228488372255'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://teatrogurl.blogspot.com/2011/02/singapore-invasion.html' title='The Singapore Invasion'/><author><name>louraine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14772056750100959889</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ibuIj28N4-c/TrFBRYpyyJI/AAAAAAAAASw/19BWS6i0Z9o/s220/310479_2632597894464_1240891450_33178588_319445508_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-3s2Pm6OFZKc/TWMCaUtEGrI/AAAAAAAAASU/KORvNSbknDE/s72-c/flye.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3738909719354752507.post-4407795559448118310</id><published>2011-01-18T09:47:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2011-01-18T10:20:57.194+08:00</updated><title type='text'>A note of Appreciation for Hagocimit</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fLnnr73-4W0/TTT2OQLO8UI/AAAAAAAAASI/6JDR2Cfmwlc/s1600/Photo-0009.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fLnnr73-4W0/TTTxaxJgkII/AAAAAAAAASA/gNq7o8xjdqE/s1600/Photo-0026_e1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fLnnr73-4W0/TTTxaxJgkII/AAAAAAAAASA/gNq7o8xjdqE/s320/Photo-0026_e1.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5563336881881518210" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I was welcomed to the world of fan fiction when I stumbled upon the story Hidden Love while I was browsing through &lt;a href="http://ohdara.wordpress.com/"&gt;http://ohdara.wordpress.com/&lt;/a&gt;, a website that I often visit. Having the passion for reading i tried or rather started reading it. At that time the fan fiction was only available at winglin.net, I think it was already on chapter 5 or 6 when I started reading the story. I was immediately hooked. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I was one of the so called silent readers or lurkers as what they often say. I don't even chech the comments section. I was just happy to be able to read her work. At that time I was not aware of her gender or of her age or what her appearance might be even her real name. I found the mystery connected to her and her story quiet enticing. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;After reading a couple more chapters. I realized that it is just proper to give proper thanks to the author. To show appreciation by just saying or posting what you feel about the certain chapter or about the main couple. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I didn't know that she actually answer all the comments written or posted by her avid readers. It was my first time reading fan fiction so I felt excited knowing that the author that I adore, idolize and follow takes time to read and comment on what you have felt about her work.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;At that time I made sure to diligently read her fan fictions and make sure to comment after reading. Reading her replies makes me feel so happy and it was like reading a reply from J.K. Rowling regarding a fan mail I made. Seriously, with the mystery and being incognito makes me think that she is indeed a celebrity, a statement she then answered with: I assure you I am nowhere near being a celebrity. I became a fangirl, and I am proud of that.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;After a couple more months, I started following her on twitter. With that I felt like I have known her more. Then the exchange of cell phone numbers, it felt so surreal texting and receiving a  message from her (imagine my shock when she greeted me on my birthday!). Right at this moment I still feel excited whenever her name pops out of the screen of my cell phone. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;For more than one year of pure fan fiction addiction, 8 wonderful stories, 1 enticing couple an a very talented author. I am happy and blessed to know that I have a friend in her. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Though till today I am still wondering what is the meaning behind her pen name (I google it everyday). Being able to share to her information about her profile photo and texting her for three hours straight are some of the memories I will always treasure. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I did not just fine a great author, but I found a great friend. I am hoping to see her in person to tell her how happy I am to have known her. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But all I wanna say now is thank you, domo domo kamsahamnida, SALAMAT. You will always be my favorite author. And always remember that you have a chingu in me. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fLnnr73-4W0/TTT2OQLO8UI/AAAAAAAAASI/6JDR2Cfmwlc/s320/Photo-0009.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5563342164430090562" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px; " /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3738909719354752507-4407795559448118310?l=teatrogurl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://teatrogurl.blogspot.com/feeds/4407795559448118310/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3738909719354752507&amp;postID=4407795559448118310' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3738909719354752507/posts/default/4407795559448118310'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3738909719354752507/posts/default/4407795559448118310'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://teatrogurl.blogspot.com/2011/01/note-of-appreciation-for-hagocimit.html' title='A note of Appreciation for Hagocimit'/><author><name>louraine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14772056750100959889</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ibuIj28N4-c/TrFBRYpyyJI/AAAAAAAAASw/19BWS6i0Z9o/s220/310479_2632597894464_1240891450_33178588_319445508_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fLnnr73-4W0/TTTxaxJgkII/AAAAAAAAASA/gNq7o8xjdqE/s72-c/Photo-0026_e1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3738909719354752507.post-449797837997598392</id><published>2011-01-06T09:47:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-01-06T09:48:14.691+08:00</updated><title type='text'>From Tagaytay with love</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fLnnr73-4W0/TSUfWlcXJqI/AAAAAAAAAR4/Gwvd6qzmrRA/s1600/164170_1823042296080_1240891450_32163328_5535828_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fLnnr73-4W0/TSUfWlcXJqI/AAAAAAAAAR4/Gwvd6qzmrRA/s320/164170_1823042296080_1240891450_32163328_5535828_n.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5558883787927398050" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 14px; "&gt;Spent 1.1.11 at Tagaytay with family. We were greeted by SUPER LAMIG. The newest superhero in town. Tried The Bar Strawberry which after drinking a bottle, sharing with cousins knocked me out. That was a first since I was really tired. Woke up with a malfunctioning heater causing my brother to talk to "Edwin" . Headed to Caleruega to attend the Sunday mass. Dropped off to Green Ants first to eat breakfast. Rib Eye which apparently is pork. Took tons off picture after the Mass. Was supposed to go to Picnic groove but due to traffic went straight to Nuvali and the place was so cool. Love love the place. Arrived home at around 6pm. Till next time. :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3738909719354752507-449797837997598392?l=teatrogurl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://teatrogurl.blogspot.com/feeds/449797837997598392/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3738909719354752507&amp;postID=449797837997598392' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3738909719354752507/posts/default/449797837997598392'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3738909719354752507/posts/default/449797837997598392'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://teatrogurl.blogspot.com/2011/01/from-tagaytay-with-love.html' title='From Tagaytay with love'/><author><name>louraine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14772056750100959889</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ibuIj28N4-c/TrFBRYpyyJI/AAAAAAAAASw/19BWS6i0Z9o/s220/310479_2632597894464_1240891450_33178588_319445508_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fLnnr73-4W0/TSUfWlcXJqI/AAAAAAAAAR4/Gwvd6qzmrRA/s72-c/164170_1823042296080_1240891450_32163328_5535828_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3738909719354752507.post-7019484029029418780</id><published>2011-01-06T09:43:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-01-06T09:43:43.421+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif, Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 18px; color: rgb(34, 34, 34); font-style: italic; font-weight: 300; line-height: 16px; "&gt;I miss posting here. So much for my brain being dead and my sagging memory. :P Peace out ya’ll! I promise to be a more vigilant blogger this year! Louraine Hwaiting!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3738909719354752507-7019484029029418780?l=teatrogurl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://teatrogurl.blogspot.com/feeds/7019484029029418780/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3738909719354752507&amp;postID=7019484029029418780' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3738909719354752507/posts/default/7019484029029418780'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3738909719354752507/posts/default/7019484029029418780'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://teatrogurl.blogspot.com/2011/01/i-miss-posting-here.html' title=''/><author><name>louraine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14772056750100959889</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ibuIj28N4-c/TrFBRYpyyJI/AAAAAAAAASw/19BWS6i0Z9o/s220/310479_2632597894464_1240891450_33178588_319445508_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3738909719354752507.post-2555407610841072774</id><published>2011-01-06T09:31:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-01-06T09:32:27.440+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fLnnr73-4W0/TSUbpZCyFdI/AAAAAAAAARQ/0Wn-RVzSM18/s1600/tumblr_leflsj5sYA1qdhajgo1_500.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fLnnr73-4W0/TSUbpZCyFdI/AAAAAAAAARQ/0Wn-RVzSM18/s320/tumblr_leflsj5sYA1qdhajgo1_500.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5558879712969889234" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3738909719354752507-2555407610841072774?l=teatrogurl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://teatrogurl.blogspot.com/feeds/2555407610841072774/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3738909719354752507&amp;postID=2555407610841072774' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3738909719354752507/posts/default/2555407610841072774'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3738909719354752507/posts/default/2555407610841072774'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://teatrogurl.blogspot.com/2011/01/blog-post.html' title=''/><author><name>louraine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14772056750100959889</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ibuIj28N4-c/TrFBRYpyyJI/AAAAAAAAASw/19BWS6i0Z9o/s220/310479_2632597894464_1240891450_33178588_319445508_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fLnnr73-4W0/TSUbpZCyFdI/AAAAAAAAARQ/0Wn-RVzSM18/s72-c/tumblr_leflsj5sYA1qdhajgo1_500.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3738909719354752507.post-3495378986971984830</id><published>2011-01-06T09:30:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-01-06T09:31:45.233+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fLnnr73-4W0/TSUbfCuNeRI/AAAAAAAAARI/IaEM7fIWxeQ/s1600/tumblr_le68adwQAP1qdhajgo1_r1_500.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fLnnr73-4W0/TSUbfCuNeRI/AAAAAAAAARI/IaEM7fIWxeQ/s320/tumblr_le68adwQAP1qdhajgo1_r1_500.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5558879535179331858" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;p&gt;Looking at this photo... I sometimes wish that I know how to sing so that this could be my cover picture. but Unfortunately I just love singing but I guess singing doesn't love me at all. :P&lt;/p&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3738909719354752507-3495378986971984830?l=teatrogurl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://teatrogurl.blogspot.com/feeds/3495378986971984830/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3738909719354752507&amp;postID=3495378986971984830' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3738909719354752507/posts/default/3495378986971984830'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3738909719354752507/posts/default/3495378986971984830'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://teatrogurl.blogspot.com/2011/01/looking-at-this-photo.html' title=''/><author><name>louraine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14772056750100959889</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ibuIj28N4-c/TrFBRYpyyJI/AAAAAAAAASw/19BWS6i0Z9o/s220/310479_2632597894464_1240891450_33178588_319445508_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fLnnr73-4W0/TSUbfCuNeRI/AAAAAAAAARI/IaEM7fIWxeQ/s72-c/tumblr_le68adwQAP1qdhajgo1_r1_500.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3738909719354752507.post-5342360193412705568</id><published>2011-01-06T09:27:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-01-06T09:29:04.016+08:00</updated><title type='text'>What's Inside My Bag</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;p&gt;Today I will show you guys what is inside my bag. This will prove you guys how geek I can be. Aigoo. Here it goes:&lt;/p&gt;&amp;#13;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img align="middle" src="http://i164.photobucket.com/albums/u6/roreyn/Photo0070.jpg" width="400" height="200" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&amp;#13;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;p&gt;1. Davidoff Coolwater (Cool Summer)&lt;/p&gt;&amp;#13;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;p&gt;2. Vitress&lt;/p&gt;&amp;#13;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;p&gt;3. Liquid eyeliner from Shawill&lt;/p&gt;&amp;#13;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;p&gt;4. Penshoppe Paints in Fuchsia&lt;/p&gt;&amp;#13;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;p&gt;5. Office ID with pink cords with butterfly design and a Daragon Keychain.&lt;/p&gt;&amp;#13;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;p&gt;6. Etude Apricot lipstick in orange&lt;/p&gt;&amp;#13;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;p&gt;7. Maybeline Lipbalm in Strawberry&lt;/p&gt;&amp;#13;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;p&gt;8. Concealer from Avon&lt;/p&gt;&amp;#13;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;p&gt;9. Ipod Nano&lt;/p&gt;&amp;#13;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;p&gt;10. Two Ballpoint pens&lt;/p&gt;&amp;#13;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;p&gt;11. A notepad from Abby&lt;/p&gt;&amp;#13;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;p&gt;12. Dear Darling Cheek Tint from Etude&lt;/p&gt;&amp;#13;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;p&gt;13. Mascarra from Ever Bilena&lt;/p&gt;&amp;#13;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;p&gt;14. Brush from watsons&lt;/p&gt;&amp;#13;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;p&gt;15. Reading glasses from Rayban&lt;/p&gt;&amp;#13;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;p&gt;16. Shades from Aldo&lt;/p&gt;&amp;#13;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;p&gt;17. Cute mirror from Abby again&lt;/p&gt;&amp;#13;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;p&gt;18. Oil remover film from Bench&lt;/p&gt;&amp;#13;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;p&gt;19. Keys for the Apartment&lt;/p&gt;&amp;#13;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;p&gt;20. A cute notebook once again from Abby&lt;/p&gt;&amp;#13;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;p&gt;21. 2 Samsung phones&lt;/p&gt;&amp;#13;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;p&gt;22. Books: A Great and Terrible Beauty by Libba Bray. The Count of Monte Cristo by Alexdre Dumas Have a Little Faith by Mitch albom and Mga Kaibigan ni Mama Susan by Bob On. &lt;/p&gt;&amp;#13;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;p&gt;And this is the bag I use. A big leather Esprit bag given by mom from Singapore. &lt;/p&gt;&amp;#13;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img align="middle" src="http://i164.photobucket.com/albums/u6/roreyn/Photo0073.jpg" width="400" height="200" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3738909719354752507-5342360193412705568?l=teatrogurl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://teatrogurl.blogspot.com/feeds/5342360193412705568/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3738909719354752507&amp;postID=5342360193412705568' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3738909719354752507/posts/default/5342360193412705568'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3738909719354752507/posts/default/5342360193412705568'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://teatrogurl.blogspot.com/2011/01/whats-inside-my-bag.html' title='What&apos;s Inside My Bag'/><author><name>louraine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14772056750100959889</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ibuIj28N4-c/TrFBRYpyyJI/AAAAAAAAASw/19BWS6i0Z9o/s220/310479_2632597894464_1240891450_33178588_319445508_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3738909719354752507.post-4915563625315398251</id><published>2010-11-27T10:15:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-11-27T10:15:45.998+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fLnnr73-4W0/TPBpvWxxKqI/AAAAAAAAAQ0/kll4EDNihmQ/s1600/harrypotter.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 251px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fLnnr73-4W0/TPBpvWxxKqI/AAAAAAAAAQ0/kll4EDNihmQ/s320/harrypotter.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5544047403582171810" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; color: rgb(68, 68, 68); line-height: 19px; "&gt;&lt;b&gt;NINE YEARS OF HARRY POTTER: 3 FRIENDS, 7 BOOKS, 8 MOVIES, HUNDREDS OF SPELLS AND ENCHANTMENT, AND A WHOLE LOT OF MEMORIES. I AM PROUD TO BE PART OF THE HARRY POTTER GENERATION.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3738909719354752507-4915563625315398251?l=teatrogurl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://teatrogurl.blogspot.com/feeds/4915563625315398251/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3738909719354752507&amp;postID=4915563625315398251' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3738909719354752507/posts/default/4915563625315398251'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3738909719354752507/posts/default/4915563625315398251'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://teatrogurl.blogspot.com/2010/11/nine-years-of-harry-potter-3-friends-7.html' title=''/><author><name>louraine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14772056750100959889</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ibuIj28N4-c/TrFBRYpyyJI/AAAAAAAAASw/19BWS6i0Z9o/s220/310479_2632597894464_1240891450_33178588_319445508_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fLnnr73-4W0/TPBpvWxxKqI/AAAAAAAAAQ0/kll4EDNihmQ/s72-c/harrypotter.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3738909719354752507.post-805616023220169720</id><published>2010-11-20T18:59:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-11-20T19:00:28.412+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Plants VS Zombies</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fLnnr73-4W0/TOeqHD7IeKI/AAAAAAAAAQs/kEtHVHe35uA/s1600/76139_1745812525384_1240891450_32004341_5223604_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 236px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fLnnr73-4W0/TOeqHD7IeKI/AAAAAAAAAQs/kEtHVHe35uA/s320/76139_1745812525384_1240891450_32004341_5223604_n.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5541584904791816354" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3738909719354752507-805616023220169720?l=teatrogurl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://teatrogurl.blogspot.com/feeds/805616023220169720/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3738909719354752507&amp;postID=805616023220169720' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3738909719354752507/posts/default/805616023220169720'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3738909719354752507/posts/default/805616023220169720'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://teatrogurl.blogspot.com/2010/11/plants-vs-zombies.html' title='Plants VS Zombies'/><author><name>louraine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14772056750100959889</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ibuIj28N4-c/TrFBRYpyyJI/AAAAAAAAASw/19BWS6i0Z9o/s220/310479_2632597894464_1240891450_33178588_319445508_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fLnnr73-4W0/TOeqHD7IeKI/AAAAAAAAAQs/kEtHVHe35uA/s72-c/76139_1745812525384_1240891450_32004341_5223604_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3738909719354752507.post-7816174108813158941</id><published>2010-11-17T07:59:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-11-17T08:15:57.932+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Describe Me</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fLnnr73-4W0/TOMbkCIATcI/AAAAAAAAAQk/qNRKaAbxAyI/s1600/Alone.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; 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They say that my musing are kind of out of this world and that I tend to be a different person the next day. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;"  lang="EN-US"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;"  lang="EN-US"&gt;I tried a test online for IQ and it shows that my score is actually okay and I am pretty much a normal human being. Then again I firmly believe that my mind works differently. I tend to think too much causing me insomnia. I tend to imagine a lot of things, asking for what ifs most of the time. I have a very weird imagination, which my friends cannot fully understand. My mind works double time every time I think of something. I tend to drift off most of the time and I am pretty much good at multi-tasking. I have an account in every famous social networking site there is. I view things differently that people thinks that I am weird. I am a very loud person, pretty much hyper 90% of my waking hours. But then again if I am to stay put and be quiet, I really shut everyone out, putting an invisible wall like transporting me to a different dimension.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;"  lang="EN-US"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;"  lang="EN-US"&gt;I am a fan of old movies when I say old that means movies made before I was even born. I read three books at a time and listen to diverse kind of music. I am really not a fan of long sermons may it be from a boss, a friend or a family member. I cannot concentrate at one thing for more than 7 minutes. I am very good at memorization. But can easily forget once I stop practicing. I don’t have much talent when it comes to waiting. I am not a type to be patient with anything, I easily get annoyed. I can easily be influenced in to doing something but if I know that this will make my mom scream in rage then I will be the most coward person you met. I am pretty much a perfectionist. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;"  lang="EN-US"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;"  lang="EN-US"&gt;After hearing a friend of mine say that I am very much random, more like bipolar, once again I took a test on line. It shows that I am indeed one, having ADHD as well. I should not be proud but at least I know the reason for my weird behavior now.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;"  lang="EN-US"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;"  lang="EN-US"&gt;I honestly am not capable of deciding for myself. I always ask my mom before doing something. I am pretty much an adventurous coward. I want to experience new things, but is too afraid to push through with it. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;"  lang="EN-US"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;"  lang="EN-US"&gt;I sometimes blame it to my humongous forehead that they say is as big as the state of Texas. They say that if you have such big forehead your brain is bigger that the usual ones hence causing you to think more. The problem with my mind though is that it automatically shuts off once I am out of focus for more that 5 minutes. If it by any chance runs again, it would totally be about another topic.And oh by the way I am not that good at thinking of titles. And not that good at ending articles as well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;"  lang="EN-US"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3738909719354752507-7816174108813158941?l=teatrogurl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://teatrogurl.blogspot.com/feeds/7816174108813158941/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3738909719354752507&amp;postID=7816174108813158941' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3738909719354752507/posts/default/7816174108813158941'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3738909719354752507/posts/default/7816174108813158941'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://teatrogurl.blogspot.com/2010/11/describe-me.html' title='Describe Me'/><author><name>louraine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14772056750100959889</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ibuIj28N4-c/TrFBRYpyyJI/AAAAAAAAASw/19BWS6i0Z9o/s220/310479_2632597894464_1240891450_33178588_319445508_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fLnnr73-4W0/TOMbkCIATcI/AAAAAAAAAQk/qNRKaAbxAyI/s72-c/Alone.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3738909719354752507.post-3963262196128154277</id><published>2010-11-16T09:15:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-11-16T09:16:49.257+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;Life is an eternal quest about knowing oneself. It's time to challenge  yourself, to rediscover your hidden traits, talents, and tendencies.  Several inconvenient questions, which you have swept under the carpet,  might resurface. Here is a collection of "about me" quotes. Each noted  author has revealed her or his unique qualities. When you read these  "about me" quotes, you will find the inspiration to ask yourself "Is  that true about me?" &lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt; ~  &lt;b&gt;Oscar Wilde&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fLnnr73-4W0/TOHbZ4zS7sI/AAAAAAAAAQc/FMprtak5P2A/s1600/1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 222px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fLnnr73-4W0/TOHbZ4zS7sI/AAAAAAAAAQc/FMprtak5P2A/s320/1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5539950254433169090" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3738909719354752507-3963262196128154277?l=teatrogurl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://teatrogurl.blogspot.com/feeds/3963262196128154277/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3738909719354752507&amp;postID=3963262196128154277' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3738909719354752507/posts/default/3963262196128154277'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3738909719354752507/posts/default/3963262196128154277'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://teatrogurl.blogspot.com/2010/11/life-is-eternal-quest-about-knowing.html' title=''/><author><name>louraine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14772056750100959889</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ibuIj28N4-c/TrFBRYpyyJI/AAAAAAAAASw/19BWS6i0Z9o/s220/310479_2632597894464_1240891450_33178588_319445508_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fLnnr73-4W0/TOHbZ4zS7sI/AAAAAAAAAQc/FMprtak5P2A/s72-c/1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3738909719354752507.post-2265705483064913616</id><published>2010-11-16T09:07:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-11-16T09:08:20.045+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Innocence</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fLnnr73-4W0/TOHZe-jGqlI/AAAAAAAAAQU/fcrNMPsH4qc/s1600/tosha.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fLnnr73-4W0/TOHZe-jGqlI/AAAAAAAAAQU/fcrNMPsH4qc/s320/tosha.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5539948142851959378" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3738909719354752507-2265705483064913616?l=teatrogurl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://teatrogurl.blogspot.com/feeds/2265705483064913616/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3738909719354752507&amp;postID=2265705483064913616' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3738909719354752507/posts/default/2265705483064913616'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3738909719354752507/posts/default/2265705483064913616'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://teatrogurl.blogspot.com/2010/11/innocence.html' title='Innocence'/><author><name>louraine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14772056750100959889</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ibuIj28N4-c/TrFBRYpyyJI/AAAAAAAAASw/19BWS6i0Z9o/s220/310479_2632597894464_1240891450_33178588_319445508_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fLnnr73-4W0/TOHZe-jGqlI/AAAAAAAAAQU/fcrNMPsH4qc/s72-c/tosha.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3738909719354752507.post-6718760362241910065</id><published>2010-11-15T10:33:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2010-11-15T11:05:35.784+08:00</updated><title type='text'>A Moment to Remember</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I am a sucker for soppy movies. I recently watched this movie (like 5 minutes ago). I thought I would not cry, but boy was I wrong. It was the sweetest movie I have watched for a very long time. If I would rank it I think it would get second place against My Girl which is my ultimate favorite movie of all time. Such a nice movie. My shirt is already drenched with a mixture of drool, tears and a lot more. If you are planning to watch this. 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margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fLnnr73-4W0/TNyY7SM8lxI/AAAAAAAAAQM/D-Jgsec3U54/s320/n1240891450_30157133_3191.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5538469786024711954" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3738909719354752507-951709453569685921?l=teatrogurl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://teatrogurl.blogspot.com/feeds/951709453569685921/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3738909719354752507&amp;postID=951709453569685921' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3738909719354752507/posts/default/951709453569685921'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3738909719354752507/posts/default/951709453569685921'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://teatrogurl.blogspot.com/2010/11/blog-post.html' title=''/><author><name>louraine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14772056750100959889</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ibuIj28N4-c/TrFBRYpyyJI/AAAAAAAAASw/19BWS6i0Z9o/s220/310479_2632597894464_1240891450_33178588_319445508_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fLnnr73-4W0/TNyY7SM8lxI/AAAAAAAAAQM/D-Jgsec3U54/s72-c/n1240891450_30157133_3191.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3738909719354752507.post-6356149555399056366</id><published>2010-11-08T13:59:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-11-08T14:19:49.252+08:00</updated><title type='text'>2NE1 It Hurts MV</title><content type='html'>I just want to share this to everyone.  My favorite Kpop idol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-49afac4d7cf4406d" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/get_player"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="flvurl=http://v2.nonxt5.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D49afac4d7cf4406d%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331253895%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D7282DF21F4ACEF35EFBE8B1556A57902BCE8EBC5.1AA83BEB97ACC3F8F9466DAD671FF7E82724EFBD%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D49afac4d7cf4406d%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3Dj8GHVqcnUgetsGczrY4y9TnGtsE&amp;amp;autoplay=0&amp;amp;ps=blogger"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/get_player" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"width="320" height="266" bgcolor="#FFFFFF"flashvars="flvurl=http://v2.nonxt5.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D49afac4d7cf4406d%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331253895%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D7282DF21F4ACEF35EFBE8B1556A57902BCE8EBC5.1AA83BEB97ACC3F8F9466DAD671FF7E82724EFBD%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D49afac4d7cf4406d%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3Dj8GHVqcnUgetsGczrY4y9TnGtsE&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3738909719354752507-6356149555399056366?l=teatrogurl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='enclosure' type='video/mp4' href='http://www.blogger.com/video-play.mp4?contentId=49afac4d7cf4406d&amp;type=video%2Fmp4' length='0'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://teatrogurl.blogspot.com/feeds/6356149555399056366/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3738909719354752507&amp;postID=6356149555399056366' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3738909719354752507/posts/default/6356149555399056366'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3738909719354752507/posts/default/6356149555399056366'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://teatrogurl.blogspot.com/2010/11/2ne1-it-hurts-mv.html' title='2NE1 It Hurts MV'/><author><name>louraine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14772056750100959889</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ibuIj28N4-c/TrFBRYpyyJI/AAAAAAAAASw/19BWS6i0Z9o/s220/310479_2632597894464_1240891450_33178588_319445508_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3738909719354752507.post-4451738330890866481</id><published>2010-11-08T10:47:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-11-08T10:53:07.405+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Wandering</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fLnnr73-4W0/TNdk9Ia1JjI/AAAAAAAAAQE/0xGjdxGwTMc/s1600/waiting.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fLnnr73-4W0/TNdk9Ia1JjI/AAAAAAAAAQE/0xGjdxGwTMc/s320/waiting.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5537005268270130738" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am a frustrated wanderer. I wanted to go to places and just roam around. I want to learn different things by learning through their culture and tradition. I want to go to where my feet will take me. Take pictures of the places of the people I see.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Would you want to come with me?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3738909719354752507-4451738330890866481?l=teatrogurl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://teatrogurl.blogspot.com/feeds/4451738330890866481/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3738909719354752507&amp;postID=4451738330890866481' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3738909719354752507/posts/default/4451738330890866481'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3738909719354752507/posts/default/4451738330890866481'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://teatrogurl.blogspot.com/2010/11/wandering.html' title='Wandering'/><author><name>louraine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14772056750100959889</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ibuIj28N4-c/TrFBRYpyyJI/AAAAAAAAASw/19BWS6i0Z9o/s220/310479_2632597894464_1240891450_33178588_319445508_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fLnnr73-4W0/TNdk9Ia1JjI/AAAAAAAAAQE/0xGjdxGwTMc/s72-c/waiting.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3738909719354752507.post-8274831018382138833</id><published>2010-10-31T08:35:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-10-31T08:47:52.102+08:00</updated><title type='text'>From Bambang with LOVE ♥</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;It was a very sunny Saturday morning when I decided to pay Apol Malimban, a dear friend of mine, a visit. we were supposed to conceptualize another photoshoot that we were planning  to have with another friend, Ces, unfortunately, Ces wasn't able to drop by Apol's place, so instead of just wasting time and sit down, we decided to go to Bambang to go Ukay hunting (this decision by the way was heightened by our walk along Evangelista's Ukay-Ukay store).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So at around 12nn we headed out and went to Libertad LRT station, waited for the next train to arrive which will bring us to Bambang LRT station.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i164.photobucket.com/albums/u6/roreyn/72730_1620416184734_1066292094_1758647_2502451_n.jpg" _mce_src="http://i164.photobucket.com/albums/u6/roreyn/72730_1620416184734_1066292094_1758647_2502451_n.jpg" align="middle" width="405" height="252" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i164.photobucket.com/albums/u6/roreyn/72730_1620416224735_1066292094_1758648_6724118_n.jpg" _mce_src="http://i164.photobucket.com/albums/u6/roreyn/72730_1620416224735_1066292094_1758648_6724118_n.jpg" align="middle" width="252" height="404" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p&gt;We arrived at Bambang Market and was tad disappointed with what we saw. The prices of the items were t high for Ukay stuffs. But I was able to snag a cute beanie for a very reasonable price, which of course i wore all through out the duration of our adventure.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i164.photobucket.com/albums/u6/roreyn/72730_1620416264736_1066292094_1758649_4482144_n.jpg" _mce_src="http://i164.photobucket.com/albums/u6/roreyn/72730_1620416264736_1066292094_1758649_4482144_n.jpg" align="middle" width="252" height="404" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I needed to withdraw money from the bank since I don't have enough cash. But with Apol and Roreyn this is another opportunity to take pictures. And so we did. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;While waiting for our tun: We even exchange glasses.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i164.photobucket.com/albums/u6/roreyn/72730_1620416344738_1066292094_1758651_6150453_n.jpg" _mce_src="http://i164.photobucket.com/albums/u6/roreyn/72730_1620416344738_1066292094_1758651_6150453_n.jpg" align="middle" width="252" height="404" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i164.photobucket.com/albums/u6/roreyn/72730_1620416304737_1066292094_1758650_6809275_n.jpg" _mce_src="http://i164.photobucket.com/albums/u6/roreyn/72730_1620416304737_1066292094_1758650_6809275_n.jpg" align="middle" width="252" height="404" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Of course we have photos inside the ATM booth. That's how we love taking pictures. The camwhores are resurrected.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i164.photobucket.com/albums/u6/roreyn/69322_1620417864776_1066292094_1758654_5110080_n.jpg" _mce_src="http://i164.photobucket.com/albums/u6/roreyn/69322_1620417864776_1066292094_1758654_5110080_n.jpg" align="middle" width="404" height="252" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i164.photobucket.com/albums/u6/roreyn/69322_1620417984779_1066292094_1758657_2809939_n.jpg" _mce_src="http://i164.photobucket.com/albums/u6/roreyn/69322_1620417984779_1066292094_1758657_2809939_n.jpg" align="middle" width="404" height="252" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;We road a jeep to Recto and from there we weaved our way to Carriedo's own Ukay-Ukay heaven. Passing by assortment of stuffs being sold by the street vendors.&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i164.photobucket.com/albums/u6/roreyn/73284_1620431865126_1066292094_1758683_3512412_n.jpg" _mce_src="http://i164.photobucket.com/albums/u6/roreyn/73284_1620431865126_1066292094_1758683_3512412_n.jpg" align="middle" width="405" height="252" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p&gt;From flowers to different kind of stuffs.&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i164.photobucket.com/albums/u6/roreyn/66624_1620429905077_1066292094_1758677_6039885_n.jpg" _mce_src="http://i164.photobucket.com/albums/u6/roreyn/66624_1620429905077_1066292094_1758677_6039885_n.jpg" align="middle" width="405" height="252" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i164.photobucket.com/albums/u6/roreyn/66624_1620429985079_1066292094_1758678_1795614_n.jpg" _mce_src="http://i164.photobucket.com/albums/u6/roreyn/66624_1620429985079_1066292094_1758678_1795614_n.jpg" align="middle" width="405" height="252" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p&gt;And so we walked and took some pictures as well. Pictures are a little blurry because we were walking. We almost got lost but then again we have a mantra: Never be afraid according to Ma'am Rox all we gotta do is ASK.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i164.photobucket.com/albums/u6/roreyn/73284_1620432025130_1066292094_1758687_2013877_n.jpg" _mce_src="http://i164.photobucket.com/albums/u6/roreyn/73284_1620432025130_1066292094_1758687_2013877_n.jpg" align="middle" width="252" height="404" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i164.photobucket.com/albums/u6/roreyn/73284_1620431945128_1066292094_1758685_1294463_n.jpg" _mce_src="http://i164.photobucket.com/albums/u6/roreyn/73284_1620431945128_1066292094_1758685_1294463_n.jpg" align="middle" width="252" height="404" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;        &lt;p&gt;We even dropped by the Quiapo Church to say a little prayer.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i164.photobucket.com/albums/u6/roreyn/75119_1620420704847_1066292094_1758667_8196158_n.jpg" _mce_src="http://i164.photobucket.com/albums/u6/roreyn/75119_1620420704847_1066292094_1758667_8196158_n.jpg" align="middle" width="252" height="404" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i164.photobucket.com/albums/u6/roreyn/75119_1620420664846_1066292094_1758666_7571432_n.jpg" _mce_src="http://i164.photobucket.com/albums/u6/roreyn/75119_1620420664846_1066292094_1758666_7571432_n.jpg" align="middle" width="405" height="252" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;        &lt;p&gt;After buying at the Ukay store, Apol said that we need to try the Mami and Siopau pairing sold in Ma Mon Luk. It is a famous mami house in Quiapo. Another walking extravaganza happened. Walking along the streets of Quiapo is actually not a walk in the park, but then again we have our ever dependable camera. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i164.photobucket.com/albums/u6/roreyn/75119_1620420584844_1066292094_1758664_5917066_n.jpg" _mce_src="http://i164.photobucket.com/albums/u6/roreyn/75119_1620420584844_1066292094_1758664_5917066_n.jpg" align="middle" width="252" height="404" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i164.photobucket.com/albums/u6/roreyn/75119_1620420544843_1066292094_1758663_4324038_n.jpg" _mce_src="http://i164.photobucket.com/albums/u6/roreyn/75119_1620420544843_1066292094_1758663_4324038_n.jpg" align="middle" width="404" height="252" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i164.photobucket.com/albums/u6/roreyn/75119_1620420624845_1066292094_1758665_1241522_n.jpg" _mce_src="http://i164.photobucket.com/albums/u6/roreyn/75119_1620420624845_1066292094_1758665_1241522_n.jpg" align="middle" width="252" height="404" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Upon arrival at the famous Ma Mon Luk. We had our mind set to finish what we will be ordering. So Upon choosing what to eat among their variety of Mami and Siopao, we placed our orders and waited. &lt;em&gt;Manong Waiter&lt;/em&gt; arrived with our orders Special Mami and Special Siopao which are by the way indeed special.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i164.photobucket.com/albums/u6/roreyn/69044_1620439625320_1066292094_1758713_468494_n.jpg" _mce_src="http://i164.photobucket.com/albums/u6/roreyn/69044_1620439625320_1066292094_1758713_468494_n.jpg" align="middle" width="404" height="252" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i164.photobucket.com/albums/u6/roreyn/67286_1620433825175_1066292094_1758692_3006707_n.jpg" _mce_src="http://i164.photobucket.com/albums/u6/roreyn/67286_1620433825175_1066292094_1758692_3006707_n.jpg" align="middle" width="404" height="252" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Never missing anything for the sake of taking photos. We had our share of pictures with the famous duo.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i164.photobucket.com/albums/u6/roreyn/67286_1620433785174_1066292094_1758691_934524_n.jpg" _mce_src="http://i164.photobucket.com/albums/u6/roreyn/67286_1620433785174_1066292094_1758691_934524_n.jpg" align="middle" width="404" height="252" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i164.photobucket.com/albums/u6/roreyn/67286_1620433745173_1066292094_1758690_3908309_n.jpg" _mce_src="http://i164.photobucket.com/albums/u6/roreyn/67286_1620433745173_1066292094_1758690_3908309_n.jpg" align="middle" width="404" height="252" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i164.photobucket.com/albums/u6/roreyn/67286_1620433865176_1066292094_1758693_2896144_n.jpg" _mce_src="http://i164.photobucket.com/albums/u6/roreyn/67286_1620433865176_1066292094_1758693_2896144_n.jpg" align="middle" width="252" height="404" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i164.photobucket.com/albums/u6/roreyn/67286_1620433705172_1066292094_1758689_1211445_n.jpg" _mce_src="http://i164.photobucket.com/albums/u6/roreyn/67286_1620433705172_1066292094_1758689_1211445_n.jpg" align="middle" width="404" height="252" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;After eating we walked once again this time our destination: HOME, since the battery of the camera we had is at it's end we decided to buy a new set of batteries. Little did we know that we will be seeing the cheapest store for imported and branded perfumes. Other than buying our own. We also make it to a point to take a photo of the perfumes &lt;em&gt;Ate&lt;/em&gt; sells.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i164.photobucket.com/albums/u6/roreyn/69044_1620439665321_1066292094_1758714_1155529_n.jpg" _mce_src="http://i164.photobucket.com/albums/u6/roreyn/69044_1620439665321_1066292094_1758714_1155529_n.jpg" align="middle" width="404" height="252" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;We went home happy and very sore. Riding the ever packed LRT was something to remember and of course we had to take another set of photos.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i164.photobucket.com/albums/u6/roreyn/69044_1620439705322_1066292094_1758715_1659625_n.jpg" _mce_src="http://i164.photobucket.com/albums/u6/roreyn/69044_1620439705322_1066292094_1758715_1659625_n.jpg" align="middle" width="252" height="404" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i164.photobucket.com/albums/u6/roreyn/74083_1620440265336_1066292094_1758723_2545008_n.jpg" _mce_src="http://i164.photobucket.com/albums/u6/roreyn/74083_1620440265336_1066292094_1758723_2545008_n.jpg" align="middle" width="404" height="252" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i164.photobucket.com/albums/u6/roreyn/69044_1620439745323_1066292094_1758716_232412_n.jpg" _mce_src="http://i164.photobucket.com/albums/u6/roreyn/69044_1620439745323_1066292094_1758716_232412_n.jpg" align="middle" width="252" height="404" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;And before the camera can even say bye bye to us. We had our last shot at the jeepney on the way. Home.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i164.photobucket.com/albums/u6/roreyn/74083_1620440305337_1066292094_1758724_6620308_n.jpg" _mce_src="http://i164.photobucket.com/albums/u6/roreyn/74083_1620440305337_1066292094_1758724_6620308_n.jpg" align="middle" width="404" height="252" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;And that is the end of one of our walkathon/ukay hunting/ food tripping/ photo escapades around the very busy streets of Manila. Till our next one. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3738909719354752507-8274831018382138833?l=teatrogurl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://teatrogurl.blogspot.com/feeds/8274831018382138833/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3738909719354752507&amp;postID=8274831018382138833' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3738909719354752507/posts/default/8274831018382138833'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3738909719354752507/posts/default/8274831018382138833'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://teatrogurl.blogspot.com/2010/10/from-bambang-with-love.html' title='From Bambang with LOVE ♥'/><author><name>louraine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14772056750100959889</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ibuIj28N4-c/TrFBRYpyyJI/AAAAAAAAASw/19BWS6i0Z9o/s220/310479_2632597894464_1240891450_33178588_319445508_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3738909719354752507.post-8206307029431132871</id><published>2010-08-27T22:18:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2010-08-28T15:44:12.132+08:00</updated><title type='text'>So much for being a Pepper</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fLnnr73-4W0/THfOPwHtN_I/AAAAAAAAAOY/wIaisprGiSA/s1600/24785_1463067976947_1240891450_31340113_1948378_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fLnnr73-4W0/THfOPwHtN_I/AAAAAAAAAOY/wIaisprGiSA/s320/24785_1463067976947_1240891450_31340113_1948378_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5510099439121676274" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love my team very much. And even if I am no longer with them there will always be a very big part of me that will forever treasure the days I had with them. They were the once who made me laugh and feel free. They were the once who made me strive harder to achieve what I have now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fLnnr73-4W0/THfOV8iykaI/AAAAAAAAAOg/3Yj5ZEblUQ8/s1600/34275_1557498777658_1240891450_31575451_6831842_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fLnnr73-4W0/THfOV8iykaI/AAAAAAAAAOg/3Yj5ZEblUQ8/s320/34275_1557498777658_1240891450_31575451_6831842_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5510099545535713698" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We've been through a lot. Been the weakest team and strive together to be the &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;BEST OF THE BEST&lt;/span&gt;. Went to Punta Fuego, ate at Salcedo market, had breakfast at Heaven and Eggs, watched a movie, dressed up and dreamed together. We've lost together. Won a fight together. It was 6 months of pure fun and adventure. Experience you want to treasure for a lifetime.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fLnnr73-4W0/THfOcOpP_eI/AAAAAAAAAOo/VoLirI17dcc/s1600/37837_1564861041710_1240891450_31593920_1129227_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fLnnr73-4W0/THfOcOpP_eI/AAAAAAAAAOo/VoLirI17dcc/s320/37837_1564861041710_1240891450_31593920_1129227_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5510099653473861090" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TL Cyrene, Bendita, Jamby, Mami Ems, Del, Bea, Via, Jake, Angel, Anj, April, Ella and to the newly added duo from Care Yhelen and Lucy. It was  a great ride for all us. It was fun to be with you all. To all of you I wish you all the best in life. I will definitely miss you guys.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fLnnr73-4W0/THfOkEj1W3I/AAAAAAAAAOw/4JffGusFU68/s1600/40416_1582615605563_1240891450_31640888_2491776_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fLnnr73-4W0/THfOkEj1W3I/AAAAAAAAAOw/4JffGusFU68/s320/40416_1582615605563_1240891450_31640888_2491776_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5510099788205742962" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To team Peppers. Till the next opening of our team parlor.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3738909719354752507-8206307029431132871?l=teatrogurl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://teatrogurl.blogspot.com/feeds/8206307029431132871/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3738909719354752507&amp;postID=8206307029431132871' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3738909719354752507/posts/default/8206307029431132871'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3738909719354752507/posts/default/8206307029431132871'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://teatrogurl.blogspot.com/2010/08/so-much-for-being-pepper.html' title='So much for being a Pepper'/><author><name>louraine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14772056750100959889</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ibuIj28N4-c/TrFBRYpyyJI/AAAAAAAAASw/19BWS6i0Z9o/s220/310479_2632597894464_1240891450_33178588_319445508_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fLnnr73-4W0/THfOPwHtN_I/AAAAAAAAAOY/wIaisprGiSA/s72-c/24785_1463067976947_1240891450_31340113_1948378_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3738909719354752507.post-7819300394419325608</id><published>2010-07-04T18:41:00.008+08:00</published><updated>2010-07-04T19:25:18.609+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Missing People</title><content type='html'>I've been missing a lot of people right now. From my college friends to my work friends. That's why I am making this blog to show hem how much I misses them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I miss moi dear friends Apol, Pipay, benj and Wendell&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fLnnr73-4W0/TDBnjglZKLI/AAAAAAAAANw/suVwj7GrFT0/s1600/14831_1289569199586_1240891450_30885669_2909466_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fLnnr73-4W0/TDBnjglZKLI/AAAAAAAAANw/suVwj7GrFT0/s320/14831_1289569199586_1240891450_30885669_2909466_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5490001805504489650" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I haven't seen them for ages, no not really, just for a couple of months. Except for Apol whom I've been with recently. I miss hanging out with this wonderful set of people. I miss sharing a good laugh with them, partying with them, watching movies and just hanging around singing. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I miss my gayest friend ever Tim Sansano&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fLnnr73-4W0/TDBq9OIKZzI/AAAAAAAAAN4/oM_enRRZeSE/s1600/tim+and+I.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 263px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fLnnr73-4W0/TDBq9OIKZzI/AAAAAAAAAN4/oM_enRRZeSE/s320/tim+and+I.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5490005545761531698" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I miss saying PakU Tim every five minutes. :) I miss how gay he can be and how he can make me smile with his sill antics. I miss Tim so much. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I miss the Sophomores, now they are called the Seniors. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fLnnr73-4W0/TDBt83hhX9I/AAAAAAAAAOA/hUOGTSrPgbM/s1600/s.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 285px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fLnnr73-4W0/TDBt83hhX9I/AAAAAAAAAOA/hUOGTSrPgbM/s320/s.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5490008838228762578" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I miss Sisel, AA, Mike and Lawrice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fLnnr73-4W0/TDBvaK3YE_I/AAAAAAAAAOQ/q4Z1XZ4csCU/s1600/36123_1498329140465_1301248183_1428648_7718191_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fLnnr73-4W0/TDBvaK3YE_I/AAAAAAAAAOQ/q4Z1XZ4csCU/s320/36123_1498329140465_1301248183_1428648_7718191_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5490010441148535794" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fLnnr73-4W0/TDBvVNfVz2I/AAAAAAAAAOI/YeISUD2Srvo/s1600/7423_1138372621365_1288876261_30375701_744833_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fLnnr73-4W0/TDBvVNfVz2I/AAAAAAAAAOI/YeISUD2Srvo/s320/7423_1138372621365_1288876261_30375701_744833_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5490010355953684322" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I miss you guys Let's all go out one day. :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3738909719354752507-7819300394419325608?l=teatrogurl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://teatrogurl.blogspot.com/feeds/7819300394419325608/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3738909719354752507&amp;postID=7819300394419325608' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3738909719354752507/posts/default/7819300394419325608'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3738909719354752507/posts/default/7819300394419325608'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://teatrogurl.blogspot.com/2010/07/missing-people.html' title='Missing People'/><author><name>louraine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14772056750100959889</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ibuIj28N4-c/TrFBRYpyyJI/AAAAAAAAASw/19BWS6i0Z9o/s220/310479_2632597894464_1240891450_33178588_319445508_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fLnnr73-4W0/TDBnjglZKLI/AAAAAAAAANw/suVwj7GrFT0/s72-c/14831_1289569199586_1240891450_30885669_2909466_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3738909719354752507.post-9223341683960118757</id><published>2010-06-18T15:26:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-06-18T15:30:28.462+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Long Time no POST</title><content type='html'>I'm missing the blog. I'm miss writing and everything. I hope to update soon. :|&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3738909719354752507-9223341683960118757?l=teatrogurl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://teatrogurl.blogspot.com/feeds/9223341683960118757/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3738909719354752507&amp;postID=9223341683960118757' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3738909719354752507/posts/default/9223341683960118757'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3738909719354752507/posts/default/9223341683960118757'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://teatrogurl.blogspot.com/2010/06/long-time-no-post.html' title='Long Time no POST'/><author><name>louraine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14772056750100959889</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ibuIj28N4-c/TrFBRYpyyJI/AAAAAAAAASw/19BWS6i0Z9o/s220/310479_2632597894464_1240891450_33178588_319445508_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3738909719354752507.post-8652066437613782754</id><published>2009-11-15T18:24:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-15T18:26:40.122+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="560" height="340"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/Dzo-dfXQNuE&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/Dzo-dfXQNuE&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="560" height="340"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love these two idols. I can sense the real chemistry they are showing to all their fans. It's over flowing. I hope this is for real. DARAGON fighting!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3738909719354752507-8652066437613782754?l=teatrogurl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://teatrogurl.blogspot.com/feeds/8652066437613782754/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3738909719354752507&amp;postID=8652066437613782754' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3738909719354752507/posts/default/8652066437613782754'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3738909719354752507/posts/default/8652066437613782754'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://teatrogurl.blogspot.com/2009/11/i-love-these-two-idols.html' title=''/><author><name>louraine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14772056750100959889</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ibuIj28N4-c/TrFBRYpyyJI/AAAAAAAAASw/19BWS6i0Z9o/s220/310479_2632597894464_1240891450_33178588_319445508_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3738909719354752507.post-4572220691941288083</id><published>2009-11-13T16:57:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-13T17:20:45.626+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Saeng-il Chuka Hamnida Dara</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;She is my favorite dork. I fell in love with this gir when she first said " Anong akala mo sakin Stuffs Toys?" during her SCQ days. I was rooting for her even though there were a lot of critics saying she will never succed but she proved them wrong. She is the sweetest, most caring idol I've ever seed. making sure that her fans are always updated. Making her family happy and her firends ecstatic. She will always and forever be the one and only krung-krung. I wish her all the best in life. Sandara-shi. AJA!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fLnnr73-4W0/Sv0hRJ2XCqI/AAAAAAAAANY/36PWxZzFd9g/s1600-h/dara091109-21.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 241px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5403511706499877538" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fLnnr73-4W0/Sv0hRJ2XCqI/AAAAAAAAANY/36PWxZzFd9g/s320/dara091109-21.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#000000;"&gt;Saeng-il Chuka Hamnida&lt;br /&gt;Saeng-il Chuka Hamnida&lt;br /&gt;Sarang Haneun Sandara&lt;br /&gt;Saeng-il Chuka Hamnida&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;div style="WIDTH: 300px"&gt;&lt;object width="300" height="110"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://media.imeem.com/m/4iJ4wMkdwr"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://media.imeem.com/m/4iJ4wMkdwr" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="300" height="110" wmode="transparent"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div style="PADDING-BOTTOM: 1px; BACKGROUND-COLOR: #e6e6e6; PADDING-LEFT: 1px; PADDING-RIGHT: 1px; PADDING-TOP: 1px"&gt;&lt;div style="PADDING-BOTTOM: 0px; PADDING-LEFT: 0px; PADDING-RIGHT: 4px; FLOAT: left; PADDING-TOP: 4px"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.imeem.com/"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://www.imeem.com/embedsearch/E6E6E6/" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;form style="PADDING-BOTTOM: 0px; MARGIN: 0px; PADDING-LEFT: 0px; PADDING-RIGHT: 0px; PADDING-TOP: 0px" method="post" action="http://www.imeem.com/embedsearch/"&gt;&lt;input name="EmbedSearchBox"&gt;&lt;input style="FONT-SIZE: 12px" value="Search" type="submit"&gt; &lt;div style="PADDING-TOP: 3px"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.imeem.com/ads/banneradclick.ashx?ep=0&amp;amp;ek=4iJ4wMkdwr" rel="nofollow"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://www.imeem.com/ads/bannerad/152/10/" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.imeem.com/ads/banneradclick.ashx?ep=1&amp;amp;ek=4iJ4wMkdwr" rel="nofollow"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://www.imeem.com/ads/bannerad/153/10/" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.imeem.com/ads/banneradclick.ashx?ep=2&amp;amp;ek=4iJ4wMkdwr" rel="nofollow"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://www.imeem.com/ads/bannerad/154/10/" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.imeem.com/ads/banneradclick.ashx?ep=3&amp;amp;ek=4iJ4wMkdwr" rel="nofollow"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://www.imeem.com/ads/bannerad/155/10/4iJ4wMkdwr/" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/form&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.imeem.com/hec2r/music/1pf0O7Lk/korean-happy-birthday-song/"&gt;Korean happy birthday song - &lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3738909719354752507-4572220691941288083?l=teatrogurl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://teatrogurl.blogspot.com/feeds/4572220691941288083/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3738909719354752507&amp;postID=4572220691941288083' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3738909719354752507/posts/default/4572220691941288083'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3738909719354752507/posts/default/4572220691941288083'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://teatrogurl.blogspot.com/2009/11/saeng-il-chukahamnida-dara.html' title='Saeng-il Chuka Hamnida Dara'/><author><name>louraine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14772056750100959889</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ibuIj28N4-c/TrFBRYpyyJI/AAAAAAAAASw/19BWS6i0Z9o/s220/310479_2632597894464_1240891450_33178588_319445508_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fLnnr73-4W0/Sv0hRJ2XCqI/AAAAAAAAANY/36PWxZzFd9g/s72-c/dara091109-21.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3738909719354752507.post-6892204421812592146</id><published>2009-11-07T16:27:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-07T16:32:50.743+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Learnings</title><content type='html'>i'm learning new things everyday. Bokeh for instance is the blurness on one's film/photo. It may differ from the focus of the lense of your camera showing a clear image on the nearest subject and a blurred on on the rest of the photo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fLnnr73-4W0/SvUweef6PFI/AAAAAAAAANQ/EWxD7X6K4Q0/s1600-h/1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fLnnr73-4W0/SvUweef6PFI/AAAAAAAAANQ/EWxD7X6K4Q0/s320/1.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5401276628241890386" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I also remembered an instance when we are taking a photo facing directly towards the source of light and we use to say that it's "againts the light. The fact is: there is actually a technique in photography that uses this style. and it is called. CONTRE-JOUR which is a french word that means against daylight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fLnnr73-4W0/SvUvqECsuhI/AAAAAAAAANI/MPk7KmwZEl8/s1600-h/800px-Contre-jour_on_english_south_coast_arp.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 218px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5401275727786850834" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fLnnr73-4W0/SvUvqECsuhI/AAAAAAAAANI/MPk7KmwZEl8/s320/800px-Contre-jour_on_english_south_coast_arp.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3738909719354752507-6892204421812592146?l=teatrogurl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://teatrogurl.blogspot.com/feeds/6892204421812592146/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3738909719354752507&amp;postID=6892204421812592146' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3738909719354752507/posts/default/6892204421812592146'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3738909719354752507/posts/default/6892204421812592146'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://teatrogurl.blogspot.com/2009/11/learnings.html' title='Learnings'/><author><name>louraine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14772056750100959889</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ibuIj28N4-c/TrFBRYpyyJI/AAAAAAAAASw/19BWS6i0Z9o/s220/310479_2632597894464_1240891450_33178588_319445508_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fLnnr73-4W0/SvUweef6PFI/AAAAAAAAANQ/EWxD7X6K4Q0/s72-c/1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3738909719354752507.post-4908921228422165569</id><published>2009-11-05T21:09:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-05T21:22:01.742+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Blogless Feeling</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Having Plurk, Tiwtter and Faacebook around, being able to update everyone every so often makes it hard to blog. Not because there is nothing to say, it's because you've already gone around posting it on your favorite site, posting it to your blog in a longer more complex meaning makes it a little bit overrated. But then again like what Lukas of One Tree Hill said. The little things that makes the big things shine. You may be able to update it on your site, but the finest details always makes th difference.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are a lot of things to say, like how I look forward to going to work everyday because  I feel elated seeing everyone there. Laughing out loud with Mamoth's antics, Hope's accent and everyone's love for a hearty laugh. How excited I am to take calls then how I don't want to take in calls anymore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How my perception with the call center work changed bigtime. How even the tiniest bit of appreciation from someone makes me feel so ecstatic. How addicted I can be with series, books, k-artist, k-pop, and just plain Korean. How I feel so proud being Pinoy in so many reasons I can't even explain. How attachd I can be to a person. How I wanted to learn more about photography and developing, and how I can rant all day even if I'm dead tired.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are so many things that I would love to share. There are so many things to tell. Things I fell in love in to. So even if there will be new type of social networking sites where you can just update in a millisecond every now and then. Blogging will always be the best way where you can share and inspire the most.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3738909719354752507-4908921228422165569?l=teatrogurl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://teatrogurl.blogspot.com/feeds/4908921228422165569/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3738909719354752507&amp;postID=4908921228422165569' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3738909719354752507/posts/default/4908921228422165569'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3738909719354752507/posts/default/4908921228422165569'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://teatrogurl.blogspot.com/2009/11/blogless-feeling.html' title='Blogless Feeling'/><author><name>louraine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14772056750100959889</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ibuIj28N4-c/TrFBRYpyyJI/AAAAAAAAASw/19BWS6i0Z9o/s220/310479_2632597894464_1240891450_33178588_319445508_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3738909719354752507.post-268232409084856653</id><published>2009-10-04T14:39:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-04T15:17:59.871+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Where I'm from everyone's a hero</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fLnnr73-4W0/SshLHX_c9UI/AAAAAAAAAM8/hOrRRq-Aen0/s1600-h/hero.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 254px; height: 254px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fLnnr73-4W0/SshLHX_c9UI/AAAAAAAAAM8/hOrRRq-Aen0/s320/hero.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5388639544220120386" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Saw this sa twitter so i made it as my primary picture. This made me change my name sa twitter and plurk as well. It was a very hard week for so many Filipinos, the worst flood ever then another typhoon just after a week. This was a big equalizer. Walang pinili yung baha, artista hindi mayaman o mahirap, lahat nasalanata. Parang wala na siyang katapusan. Pero dito mo din makikita kung gano magmalasakit ang mga Pinoy sa kapwa niya Pinoy. I felt the love and care of the Filipinos. Kahit na sa kanila din mismo eh bumabaha na, pero nagawa pa rin nilkang tumulong sa mas nangangailang. Dun naman sa mga hindi tinamaan o sa mas nakaluluwag eh agad na tumulong. Fund raisers and donation centers everywhere. Sa news makikita mo yung mga taong nagri-rescue. Mamgibabaw talaga yung pagtutulungan, pagkakaisa at yung moder BAYANIHAN. This is really a country of heroes. Pero kahit na ganon, meron pa ring ibang tao na walang magawa kundi ang manaira. Sana lang wag na tayong mag siraan, instead magtulungan na lang tayo. It was one big eye opener sa lahat ng tao. Lalo ng sa lahat ng Pinoy. Let's all be proud na lang na Pinoy tayo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3738909719354752507-268232409084856653?l=teatrogurl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://teatrogurl.blogspot.com/feeds/268232409084856653/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3738909719354752507&amp;postID=268232409084856653' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3738909719354752507/posts/default/268232409084856653'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3738909719354752507/posts/default/268232409084856653'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://teatrogurl.blogspot.com/2009/10/where-im-frome-everyones-hero.html' title='Where I&apos;m from everyone&apos;s a hero'/><author><name>louraine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14772056750100959889</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ibuIj28N4-c/TrFBRYpyyJI/AAAAAAAAASw/19BWS6i0Z9o/s220/310479_2632597894464_1240891450_33178588_319445508_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fLnnr73-4W0/SshLHX_c9UI/AAAAAAAAAM8/hOrRRq-Aen0/s72-c/hero.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3738909719354752507.post-8953397329973377066</id><published>2009-06-25T15:23:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-25T15:30:44.894+08:00</updated><title type='text'>sleepless nights</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;technically. i don't sleep at night. i am a nocturnal girl. but i don't go out on parties, i work a. i'm a prod call center associate. i never wanted to be like one nor was i eager to work for one center. before i thought na parang wala lang when you are working as an agent taking in call all night, but it's different pala. you need to adjust not just with your body clock but with the people na you talk  to everyday. merong irrate merong mabait. iba iba. meron din racists. pero dapat ok lang. be brave. kaya lng dapat. ika nga keribels lang.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;saludo ako sa lahat ng CCA sa pilipnas. galing ninyo guys.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3738909719354752507-8953397329973377066?l=teatrogurl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://teatrogurl.blogspot.com/feeds/8953397329973377066/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3738909719354752507&amp;postID=8953397329973377066' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3738909719354752507/posts/default/8953397329973377066'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3738909719354752507/posts/default/8953397329973377066'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://teatrogurl.blogspot.com/2009/06/sleepless-nights.html' title='sleepless nights'/><author><name>louraine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14772056750100959889</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ibuIj28N4-c/TrFBRYpyyJI/AAAAAAAAASw/19BWS6i0Z9o/s220/310479_2632597894464_1240891450_33178588_319445508_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3738909719354752507.post-6762036853219551598</id><published>2009-06-25T14:59:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-25T15:05:07.279+08:00</updated><title type='text'>something to think about</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;There are times when you would want to tell someone every single detail about you. Trusting is the simplest and hardest thing to do. Be reminded to keep at least  one major secret all by yourself. Because you can never tell whom you can. But    still keep in mind that when you  feel that everyone is cheating on you. God is just out there looking out for you and keeping that one major secret all by himself too. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3738909719354752507-6762036853219551598?l=teatrogurl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://teatrogurl.blogspot.com/feeds/6762036853219551598/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3738909719354752507&amp;postID=6762036853219551598' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3738909719354752507/posts/default/6762036853219551598'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3738909719354752507/posts/default/6762036853219551598'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://teatrogurl.blogspot.com/2009/06/something-to-think-about.html' title='something to think about'/><author><name>louraine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14772056750100959889</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ibuIj28N4-c/TrFBRYpyyJI/AAAAAAAAASw/19BWS6i0Z9o/s220/310479_2632597894464_1240891450_33178588_319445508_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3738909719354752507.post-6543054793454570467</id><published>2009-05-24T19:37:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-24T20:03:54.833+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Modern Media: What can it do to you?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fLnnr73-4W0/Shk3pDC6EBI/AAAAAAAAAMg/PgxYN6BINdQ/s1600-h/media-relations-traning5.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 234px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fLnnr73-4W0/Shk3pDC6EBI/AAAAAAAAAMg/PgxYN6BINdQ/s320/media-relations-traning5.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5339360011556098066" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I was a little embarrassed during the homily of the priest in our parish earlier, he was actually asking what was the effect of media to our society today. The scandal that have been surfacing the internet and other communication devices is really something we should think twice of. Are the children safe with the newest technology today? Can we leave the kids in front of the computer alone? I was embarassed because I am one of those people who believe and still believe that media is one way for us to communicate and that there is nothing wrong with it. It is still up to the people using it and patronizing it to be responsible enough to kbow what is wrong and what is right.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I graduated with a degree of AB Mass Communication. The course itself shows how deep my relationship wit communicating is. How devoted I am to media in particular. Having a blog is one great example of this. But for a priest to say something like that made me realize how other people sees media. For them this is not just a simple way of communicating or entertainment. For some media is their life, it is the air they breath.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All I can say is this. Media can either make or break you. So be careful and be responsible with all your actions. You can really never blame media for all those poor judgment you have made in the past.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3738909719354752507-6543054793454570467?l=teatrogurl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://teatrogurl.blogspot.com/feeds/6543054793454570467/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3738909719354752507&amp;postID=6543054793454570467' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3738909719354752507/posts/default/6543054793454570467'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3738909719354752507/posts/default/6543054793454570467'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://teatrogurl.blogspot.com/2009/05/modern-media-what-can-it-do-to-you.html' title='Modern Media: What can it do to you?'/><author><name>louraine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14772056750100959889</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ibuIj28N4-c/TrFBRYpyyJI/AAAAAAAAASw/19BWS6i0Z9o/s220/310479_2632597894464_1240891450_33178588_319445508_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fLnnr73-4W0/Shk3pDC6EBI/AAAAAAAAAMg/PgxYN6BINdQ/s72-c/media-relations-traning5.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3738909719354752507.post-823379342613355225</id><published>2009-05-01T16:19:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-01T16:27:53.542+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Culture and Liaisons</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;It's been a long time since I last posted anything on this site. You see I'm on my fifth day as a trainee in one of the biggest contact center companies in the Philippines and this made me a bit nusy. Assesments everyday, speech lessons, cultural information and the likes. I'm getting headaches with the lesons but it did helped me a lot. I don't know but I'm really enjoying every bit of the experience. Pronounciation class, dictions and intonations seems very high school to some but for us this would be our bread and butter. Getting the picture?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway. I'm really hoping that I could pass this training period and be permanent. I am liking my work more everyday. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3738909719354752507-823379342613355225?l=teatrogurl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://teatrogurl.blogspot.com/feeds/823379342613355225/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3738909719354752507&amp;postID=823379342613355225' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3738909719354752507/posts/default/823379342613355225'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3738909719354752507/posts/default/823379342613355225'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://teatrogurl.blogspot.com/2009/05/culture-and-liaisons.html' title='Culture and Liaisons'/><author><name>louraine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14772056750100959889</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ibuIj28N4-c/TrFBRYpyyJI/AAAAAAAAASw/19BWS6i0Z9o/s220/310479_2632597894464_1240891450_33178588_319445508_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3738909719354752507.post-4680828918290410936</id><published>2009-04-15T14:23:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-15T16:04:22.775+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm Guided by my Faith</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fLnnr73-4W0/SeWU3Qa9jnI/AAAAAAAAAMQ/c7vmJmBMNmg/s1600-h/2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fLnnr73-4W0/SeWU3Qa9jnI/AAAAAAAAAMQ/c7vmJmBMNmg/s320/2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5324825811457248882" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I was lost for weeks but that was because I needed to take my vacation back at my hometown Caramoan. The place is not that famous but it is not unknown to others. I was able to spend my Holy week there together with my brother Paolo and lola. Holy week at Caramoan is something we look forward to. The traditions like Easter angels and the &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;prosisyon&lt;/span&gt; is just some of them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wish I was able to go to the beach and swim, but due to the number of tourist that are coming over most of the beaches in our place are now fully booked. But it was ok. :) During my 3 week vacation I still can't get over the fact that I am finally a graduate.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am now part of the world of employment. As my brother Paolo says the "working society". I need to look for the best job suited for my interest and my degree. I am hoping that I would be able to go back to where I had my Internship late last year, and work there. I am wishing that everything will turn out right.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To help me I prayed and went to the shrine of the Bleesed Virgin Mary at our place. I wish I could share photos with you but I don't have a camera in hand that time. :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I know that because of that and me praying the rosary. Mama Mary and Manoy Jess will giude me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3738909719354752507-4680828918290410936?l=teatrogurl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://teatrogurl.blogspot.com/feeds/4680828918290410936/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3738909719354752507&amp;postID=4680828918290410936' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3738909719354752507/posts/default/4680828918290410936'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3738909719354752507/posts/default/4680828918290410936'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://teatrogurl.blogspot.com/2009/04/im-guided-by-my-faith.html' title='I&apos;m Guided by my Faith'/><author><name>louraine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14772056750100959889</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ibuIj28N4-c/TrFBRYpyyJI/AAAAAAAAASw/19BWS6i0Z9o/s220/310479_2632597894464_1240891450_33178588_319445508_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fLnnr73-4W0/SeWU3Qa9jnI/AAAAAAAAAMQ/c7vmJmBMNmg/s72-c/2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3738909719354752507.post-5582282517919827065</id><published>2009-03-19T09:00:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-18T13:10:29.643+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Welcome to the World of Unemployment</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fLnnr73-4W0/SelgvOmrGbI/AAAAAAAAAMY/jn6c4_sNgb0/s1600-h/a.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fLnnr73-4W0/SelgvOmrGbI/AAAAAAAAAMY/jn6c4_sNgb0/s320/a.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5325894398832744882" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Yeah, That's a bit frustrating. You would study hard for four years. Some graduate with honors  and most do not. Living your four years of tertiary education wanting to impress your professors and your family. You found friends and enemies. You shared moments with your boyfriend/girlfriend. Experienced sleepless nights doing researches and term papers. Studied for exams and quizzes. Fought with friends over petty things. Had sleepovers and group studies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There were a lot of things we had experienced during those four years. Now it it the end of that chapter in our life. And we are now about to enter a new one. No more study sessions. No more exams, quizzes, homework and projects. No more nagging professors and annoying classmates.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We are about to face a new challenge. It is to find a decent job suited for our course and would help us earn more. But then again it's really hard to find a suitable job. So we should all stretch our resources and pray to God that we would find one eventually. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To the 2009 Graduates. Congradulation. Specially to those from Universidad de Sta. Isabel. Forward onward USI! Go for it Isabelinos and Isabelinas. See you at the winding stairs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3738909719354752507-5582282517919827065?l=teatrogurl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://teatrogurl.blogspot.com/feeds/5582282517919827065/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3738909719354752507&amp;postID=5582282517919827065' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3738909719354752507/posts/default/5582282517919827065'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3738909719354752507/posts/default/5582282517919827065'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://teatrogurl.blogspot.com/2009/03/welcome-to-world-of-unemployment.html' title='Welcome to the World of Unemployment'/><author><name>louraine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14772056750100959889</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ibuIj28N4-c/TrFBRYpyyJI/AAAAAAAAASw/19BWS6i0Z9o/s220/310479_2632597894464_1240891450_33178588_319445508_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fLnnr73-4W0/SelgvOmrGbI/AAAAAAAAAMY/jn6c4_sNgb0/s72-c/a.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3738909719354752507.post-479717110428610250</id><published>2009-03-17T08:37:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-17T09:13:25.750+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Let's all pay due respect to FrancisM.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I was lurking at my account in plurk when i read a post about &lt;a href="http://www.facebook.com/event.php?eid=145518845197"&gt;this&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.facebook.com/event.php?eid=145518845197"&gt; &lt;/a&gt;and &lt;a href="http://www.facebook.com/event.php?eid=55477084926&amp;amp;ref=mf#wall"&gt;this&lt;/a&gt;. The plurker doesn't promote the event rather calling our attentions and asking for due respect for the master rapper. I mean he's been a good person. Many cried when they have learned that he died. But why is it so that there are still people doing all this crap to corrupt other people who love FrancisM and would want to remember him by watching a tribute concert.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This action is plain &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;DISREPECTFUL&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;. I am not part of their family, I don't even know them personally. But because of the respect and admiration that I have for Mr. FrancisM, I was saddened by this act.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Selling fake FMCC shirts are aweful and doing that outside the chapel where his wake is held is doubly awful. Hindi ba kayo nahihiya sa mga ginagawa ninyo? He's looking over everyone of us. Why can't we give the respect he deserves.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3738909719354752507-479717110428610250?l=teatrogurl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://teatrogurl.blogspot.com/feeds/479717110428610250/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3738909719354752507&amp;postID=479717110428610250' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3738909719354752507/posts/default/479717110428610250'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3738909719354752507/posts/default/479717110428610250'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://teatrogurl.blogspot.com/2009/03/lets-all-pay-due-respect-to-francism.html' title='Let&apos;s all pay due respect to FrancisM.'/><author><name>louraine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14772056750100959889</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ibuIj28N4-c/TrFBRYpyyJI/AAAAAAAAASw/19BWS6i0Z9o/s220/310479_2632597894464_1240891450_33178588_319445508_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3738909719354752507.post-8869034849722351272</id><published>2009-03-16T09:23:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-16T09:28:53.573+08:00</updated><title type='text'>A Tribite by The Camera Club of the Philippines</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/umDjbARk0Lw&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/umDjbARk0Lw&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3738909719354752507-8869034849722351272?l=teatrogurl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://teatrogurl.blogspot.com/feeds/8869034849722351272/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3738909719354752507&amp;postID=8869034849722351272' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3738909719354752507/posts/default/8869034849722351272'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3738909719354752507/posts/default/8869034849722351272'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://teatrogurl.blogspot.com/2009/03/tribite-by-camera-clup-of-philippines.html' title='A Tribite by The Camera Club of the Philippines'/><author><name>louraine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14772056750100959889</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ibuIj28N4-c/TrFBRYpyyJI/AAAAAAAAASw/19BWS6i0Z9o/s220/310479_2632597894464_1240891450_33178588_319445508_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3738909719354752507.post-136750267091419782</id><published>2009-03-15T09:26:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-15T18:09:30.752+08:00</updated><title type='text'>A Tribute: Francis Magalona the Artist</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fLnnr73-4W0/Sbxk4JMNxzI/AAAAAAAAAMI/iSlOrxEb7iY/s1600-h/francism.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; 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I want to make a worthy blog for a very inspiring person. I am a big fan of him. I admit that I don't like rap music at all. But his music is different from other rap musics. He writes songs that has meanings. He is nationalistic and a very good model of patriotism. He is a loving husband and father.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was around 3 or 4 in the afternoon of March 6 when my friend and schoolmate Aimee told me that he had passed away. My instant reaction was shock. Then I asked her if it was real. You see it might just be one of those hoax issue about him dying or dead that might be spread out by text messages. My friend Apol said that Eat Bulaga had confirmed it already. He died at around twelve she added. I was really shocked. But still I wanted proofs. Then the news came. I watched SNN and there at the boob tube was the news about his death and live feeds from his wake.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I cried silently. Hell he was one of the best musicians, in the Philippines, ever. Up until now, I still can't believe it. He is already up there with Him. Yesterday while watching E-Live they mentioned there that FrancisM. is qualified to be a National Artist. I was disappointed, not because he do not deserve such prestigious award but because it was rather late. Why just now? I mean, is being dead part of the requirements of being a National Artist?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There will be no other FrancisM. Quoting from another blog: There will never be a &lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:13;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;SUPERPROXY&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:12;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;for a man like him. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="width: 300px;"&gt;&lt;object width="300" height="110"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://media.imeem.com/m/ZgiHjiyqpr"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://media.imeem.com/m/ZgiHjiyqpr" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="300" height="110"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div style="padding: 1px; background-color: rgb(230, 230, 230);"&gt;&lt;div style="padding: 4px 4px 0pt 0pt; float: left;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.imeem.com/"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.imeem.com/embedsearch/E6E6E6/" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;form method="post" action="http://www.imeem.com/embedsearch/" style="margin: 0pt; padding: 0pt;"&gt;&lt;input name="EmbedSearchBox" type="text"&gt;&lt;input value="Search" style="font-size: 12px;" type="submit"&gt;&lt;div style="padding-top: 3px;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.imeem.com/ads/banneradclick.ashx?ep=0&amp;amp;ek=ZgiHjiyqpr" rel="nofollow"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.imeem.com/ads/bannerad/152/10/" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.imeem.com/ads/banneradclick.ashx?ep=1&amp;amp;ek=ZgiHjiyqpr" rel="nofollow"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.imeem.com/ads/bannerad/153/10/" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.imeem.com/ads/banneradclick.ashx?ep=2&amp;amp;ek=ZgiHjiyqpr" rel="nofollow"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.imeem.com/ads/bannerad/154/10/" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.imeem.com/ads/banneradclick.ashx?ep=3&amp;amp;ek=ZgiHjiyqpr" rel="nofollow"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.imeem.com/ads/bannerad/155/10/ZgiHjiyqpr/" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/form&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.imeem.com/fairchild/music/ORR7oTNe/francis-m-superproxy-2k6/"&gt;SuperProxy 2k6 - Francis M.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3738909719354752507-136750267091419782?l=teatrogurl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://teatrogurl.blogspot.com/feeds/136750267091419782/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3738909719354752507&amp;postID=136750267091419782' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3738909719354752507/posts/default/136750267091419782'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3738909719354752507/posts/default/136750267091419782'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://teatrogurl.blogspot.com/2009/03/tribute-francis-magalona-artist.html' title='A Tribute: Francis Magalona the Artist'/><author><name>louraine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14772056750100959889</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ibuIj28N4-c/TrFBRYpyyJI/AAAAAAAAASw/19BWS6i0Z9o/s220/310479_2632597894464_1240891450_33178588_319445508_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fLnnr73-4W0/Sbxk4JMNxzI/AAAAAAAAAMI/iSlOrxEb7iY/s72-c/francism.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3738909719354752507.post-6129022719755661952</id><published>2009-03-09T09:45:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-09T19:11:58.637+08:00</updated><title type='text'>R..A.G.E. '09: Men and Women</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fLnnr73-4W0/SbR4H2ZBYiI/AAAAAAAAAL4/jYCBp62CZeU/s1600-h/poster.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 221px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fLnnr73-4W0/SbR4H2ZBYiI/AAAAAAAAAL4/jYCBp62CZeU/s320/poster.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5311001936831537698" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;The best R.A.G.E. ever. That's all I can say. We did the best we could do to present a worthwhile show for all of our audiences. Never did we expected that a bunch of students and teachers would be there. And when we say a bunch, I mean we had a full house! That was even before we started the show. And still peole are arriving wanting to experience the much talked about R.A.G.E.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The models were all nervous, the performers can't stay put. Everyone was giddy and can't wait to start and yet are scared to make any mistakes. Actually we did not expect our performers to do well. We do not want to expect so much and be disappointed in the end. But to our astonishment! Everyone did great! There were only a few flaws but overall the performances was superb!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We are looking forward to another wonderful R.A.G.E. next year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3738909719354752507-6129022719755661952?l=teatrogurl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://teatrogurl.blogspot.com/feeds/6129022719755661952/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3738909719354752507&amp;postID=6129022719755661952' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3738909719354752507/posts/default/6129022719755661952'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3738909719354752507/posts/default/6129022719755661952'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://teatrogurl.blogspot.com/2009/03/rage-09-men-and-women.html' title='R..A.G.E. &apos;09: Men and Women'/><author><name>louraine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14772056750100959889</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ibuIj28N4-c/TrFBRYpyyJI/AAAAAAAAASw/19BWS6i0Z9o/s220/310479_2632597894464_1240891450_33178588_319445508_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fLnnr73-4W0/SbR4H2ZBYiI/AAAAAAAAAL4/jYCBp62CZeU/s72-c/poster.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3738909719354752507.post-8690287018313457908</id><published>2009-02-27T09:23:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-27T19:44:29.995+08:00</updated><title type='text'>A taste of Showbiz</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fLnnr73-4W0/SadFIz49U5I/AAAAAAAAALg/2Oj7u3RJJRY/s1600-h/1_892084345l.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fLnnr73-4W0/SadFIz49U5I/AAAAAAAAALg/2Oj7u3RJJRY/s320/1_892084345l.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5307286703549797266" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This happened exactly two months ago but, I wasn't able to really post any blog about this because I feel that there is no sense of doing so.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;But after watching the commercial once again, I said: Why not do a blog about the experience. It was all but first to me. My first commercial. My first photoshoot. First time to be a part of cast or talent for the commercial. First time to work with real life directors and staff and crew. First time to meet real life commercial talents.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;The day started rather early. I usually go to the office at around 9 am because the project where I was assigned, "Peek-A-Boo", is still on the preparation stage. I arrive at the studio before 7 am. First because we will help our Production Head Ma'am Mel at her project "Octoberfest" and because, project "Peek-A-Boo" will have its final casting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At first we did nothing but to sit and look at everyone doing their stuff. I on the other hand would go back and forth to "Peek-A-Boo" to help them with the kids. I was also assigned to fetch our agents and clients at the hotel where they are staying.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After lunch at the casting, I went back to "Octoberfest" to help. We were told that we will be part of the background talents as party goers. I was also the barista, if that is what you call the person giving drinks to everyone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Later still, we were tapped to be the friends of on of the main talents of the commercial. We had our photoshoot. I had a blast that day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fLnnr73-4W0/SadFVRPH8EI/AAAAAAAAALo/GmU4bx_eVGk/s1600-h/1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fLnnr73-4W0/SadFVRPH8EI/AAAAAAAAALo/GmU4bx_eVGk/s320/1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5307286917585825858" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stating the experiences as a story might make you think that everything was a breeze when it is not. The shoot lasted till 8 am the following day. We were sent home at 4 am. Exhausted yes. But still very happy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I do hope that I would again have the chance to do it again. Though I had another chance to be a background talent for another commercial that is yet to be aired. I do hope to be back there, anfddo what I love the most. This time I want to stay longer if not forever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3738909719354752507-8690287018313457908?l=teatrogurl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://teatrogurl.blogspot.com/feeds/8690287018313457908/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3738909719354752507&amp;postID=8690287018313457908' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3738909719354752507/posts/default/8690287018313457908'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3738909719354752507/posts/default/8690287018313457908'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://teatrogurl.blogspot.com/2009/02/taste-of-showbussines.html' title='A taste of Showbiz'/><author><name>louraine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14772056750100959889</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ibuIj28N4-c/TrFBRYpyyJI/AAAAAAAAASw/19BWS6i0Z9o/s220/310479_2632597894464_1240891450_33178588_319445508_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fLnnr73-4W0/SadFIz49U5I/AAAAAAAAALg/2Oj7u3RJJRY/s72-c/1_892084345l.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3738909719354752507.post-2845731750652077127</id><published>2009-02-22T20:43:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-27T22:02:03.079+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Immersion: Mother of Peace Center of Formation</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fLnnr73-4W0/SaFVkku9E3I/AAAAAAAAALQ/QxP3mr4ZmO0/s1600-h/DSC_0001.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fLnnr73-4W0/SaFVkku9E3I/AAAAAAAAALQ/QxP3mr4ZmO0/s320/DSC_0001.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5305615922843423602" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;It was another boring day for me. I was expected to attend our immersion at Mother of Peace Center of Formation. An orphanage here in Naga City. I am not that excited nor eager to go, not because I am not fond of kids but because I don't want to be too attached to them that I may not be able to let go by the end of the day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We arrived there two hours late. Why so? Because our professor was late. As always. :) When we arrived at the venue. There were nursing students from another school who were having their duty that same day. Some children ran toward our group and automatically called us "&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Ate&lt;/span&gt;" and "&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Kuya&lt;/span&gt;" I was so overwhelmed by the way they welcomed us that I took one of the kids and carried her inside. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was easily attached with them. Our group was assigned to the younger school aged kids. We made them draw and write. Then afterward they played games and danced. After finishing their drawing one by one they went to us and gave us what they have drawn. One of the kids went to me and said. "Happy Valentine's day &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Ate&lt;/span&gt;." Wasn't that sweet. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But some children gets so attached they do not want to let go of you. Which made me really sad. :( I can feel their need for love from a family member. Their longing for someone to take care of them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To make them happy. We made a small party for them. They did enjoy the activity and in return they they sang songs for us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We bid goodbye to them at the end of the day. But one thing is for sure. I'll never forget this kids.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3738909719354752507-2845731750652077127?l=teatrogurl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://teatrogurl.blogspot.com/feeds/2845731750652077127/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3738909719354752507&amp;postID=2845731750652077127' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3738909719354752507/posts/default/2845731750652077127'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3738909719354752507/posts/default/2845731750652077127'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://teatrogurl.blogspot.com/2009/02/immersion-mother-of-peace-center-of.html' title='Immersion: Mother of Peace Center of Formation'/><author><name>louraine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14772056750100959889</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ibuIj28N4-c/TrFBRYpyyJI/AAAAAAAAASw/19BWS6i0Z9o/s220/310479_2632597894464_1240891450_33178588_319445508_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fLnnr73-4W0/SaFVkku9E3I/AAAAAAAAALQ/QxP3mr4ZmO0/s72-c/DSC_0001.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3738909719354752507.post-4627910645998087727</id><published>2009-02-18T23:43:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-19T00:02:07.422+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Graduation</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fLnnr73-4W0/SZwwlz38RLI/AAAAAAAAAKg/A4zMk5OrWaI/s1600-h/graduation.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fLnnr73-4W0/SZwwlz38RLI/AAAAAAAAAKg/A4zMk5OrWaI/s320/graduation.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5304167887273739442" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm graduating *sigh* after yeas of studying, I'm finally graduating. After HSM 3, everything just flooded into me. I mean duh! This is the end of everything for me. Not to mention the start of a new chapter in my life. I won't be able to see my friends everyday, there will be no more quizes nor exams. Definitely the things that I've been wishing for. But still you can't help but be sad. There are a lot of fond memories during college and everything will definitely change after grad. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Now I should look at life in a deeper perspective. Go Isablinos and Isabelinas! Good luck batch 2009. A marvelous life is awaiting all of us after graduation. See you at the winding stairs. Forward, onward. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3738909719354752507-4627910645998087727?l=teatrogurl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://teatrogurl.blogspot.com/feeds/4627910645998087727/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3738909719354752507&amp;postID=4627910645998087727' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3738909719354752507/posts/default/4627910645998087727'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3738909719354752507/posts/default/4627910645998087727'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://teatrogurl.blogspot.com/2009/02/graduation.html' title='Graduation'/><author><name>louraine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14772056750100959889</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ibuIj28N4-c/TrFBRYpyyJI/AAAAAAAAASw/19BWS6i0Z9o/s220/310479_2632597894464_1240891450_33178588_319445508_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fLnnr73-4W0/SZwwlz38RLI/AAAAAAAAAKg/A4zMk5OrWaI/s72-c/graduation.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3738909719354752507.post-8503395839232811841</id><published>2009-02-15T06:21:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-19T20:56:42.982+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Valentine's Day Fever</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;How's your date yesterday? I'm a little to late to greet you a HAPPY VALENTINE'S DAY to ya'll. But it's the thought that counts. Isn't it? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Well for me. My celebration (no I did not celebrate it.) rather how I managed to go through the event was a breeze. Actually it was just like any other day for me. Of course the main reason is because I don't have a date and for the record I never had one. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But for me I really would not want to have a date during that day. You will be with all those couples cuddling at the mall or having dinner at this fancy restaurant. Hey! Where's the sense of romantacism if there's a word like that. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Oh love is in the air and it's making me suffocated. Why not make the occasion more meaningful by just being together alone and just talking about random stuff and your future. Because you can do this anywhere and at any given time. Why fuss about Valentine's day then?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fLnnr73-4W0/SZw0O6m1sKI/AAAAAAAAAKw/1JRA2t7yF0k/s1600-h/vday.JPG"&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fLnnr73-4W0/SZw0O6m1sKI/AAAAAAAAAKw/1JRA2t7yF0k/s320/vday.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5304171891990573218" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3738909719354752507-8503395839232811841?l=teatrogurl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://teatrogurl.blogspot.com/feeds/8503395839232811841/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3738909719354752507&amp;postID=8503395839232811841' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3738909719354752507/posts/default/8503395839232811841'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3738909719354752507/posts/default/8503395839232811841'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://teatrogurl.blogspot.com/2009/02/valentines-day-fever.html' title='Valentine&apos;s Day Fever'/><author><name>louraine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14772056750100959889</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ibuIj28N4-c/TrFBRYpyyJI/AAAAAAAAASw/19BWS6i0Z9o/s220/310479_2632597894464_1240891450_33178588_319445508_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fLnnr73-4W0/SZw0O6m1sKI/AAAAAAAAAKw/1JRA2t7yF0k/s72-c/vday.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3738909719354752507.post-7924996794391057392</id><published>2009-02-13T00:14:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-13T00:25:31.647+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Get a Grip</title><content type='html'>Wala lang akong maisip na title. But honestly speaking this blog is for all the girls out there na parang hindi mabubuhay ng walang lalake sa piling nila. I've been a member of these site were i met lots of friends, but habang tumatagal umoonti na lang yung mga gusto ko maka-usap dahil sa sobarang nalalandian (pardon for the use of word) na ako sa iba sa kanila. I mean those girls' age range from 13-15. I know na sa US accepted na ang ganon na dumayt ka na pag ganong edad. But duh nasa Pilipinas tayo girl! &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I'm still conservative kasi pag dating sa ganitong bagay-bagay eh. It really pisses me off. There are a lot of things na pwedeng gawin ng isang tao more than FLIRTING. I have this particular girl in mind while making this blog. Parang everytime na lang na magpo-post siya sa site eh tungkol sa kanyang misfortunes sa lalake. Gee she's not even 16 pero andami na niyang naging jowa. To cap it all up feeling niya eh masyado na siyang na-hurt ng kanyang previous relationships which didn't even last long enough to be called serious. The site is being used as means of showing off na din which is really not acceptable for my part.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Hay nako ano ba ang meron ang generation na ito. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3738909719354752507-7924996794391057392?l=teatrogurl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://teatrogurl.blogspot.com/feeds/7924996794391057392/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3738909719354752507&amp;postID=7924996794391057392' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3738909719354752507/posts/default/7924996794391057392'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3738909719354752507/posts/default/7924996794391057392'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://teatrogurl.blogspot.com/2009/02/get-grip.html' title='Get a Grip'/><author><name>louraine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14772056750100959889</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ibuIj28N4-c/TrFBRYpyyJI/AAAAAAAAASw/19BWS6i0Z9o/s220/310479_2632597894464_1240891450_33178588_319445508_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3738909719354752507.post-1485033401203854732</id><published>2009-02-09T09:36:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-12T23:29:21.535+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The 25 Random Things</title><content type='html'>I was surfing my facebook account the other day when I saw some of my friends in the site posting this. I thought, why not try this and learn something from yourself. Anyway there is nothing wrong in what you'll do. Now read on. :)&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;1. When I was around 2 years old I almost got drowned. And I can still remember that moment. I dunno why. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;2. I eat rice with milk, sugar and Milo.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;3. When I was in grade 1. I punched a guy double my size. He punched me back. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;4. I don't eat Pineapple, because it makes my tongue feel itchy afterwards.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;5. My favorite dish is Dinuguan and Adobong Kangkong. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;6. When I go up or down the stairs, I should always think of other stuffs because I have this instinct to say "oro, plata, mata" which is really creepy.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;7.  I have this huge fear of heights.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;8. When I was in Elementary my cousin and I went to the carnival. After riding the Ferris Wheel, I got really dizzy then I hit something hard. The next thing I knew was that my toe nail was dead. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;9. I cried when our our first pet dog died.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;10. I had imaginary friends when I was young.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;11. I love bags more than shoes.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;12. I love watching A walk to remember and 50 first dates over and over again.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;13. I read books that are in series. But haven't read all of them. Like Harry Potter, I haven't read the third book and the last book of Twilight Saga.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;14. I am addicted to Korean Dramas and Movies. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;15.  I love eating mangoes with rice.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;16. Every after graduation I transfer school so I never had the Loyalty award.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;17. I am not fond of writing on green boards using chalk, because every time i do it I imagine my nails being forced to separate with my fingers. It makes me freak out!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;18. I eat bananas with rice and sometimes with milk and sugar.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;19. I once fell off the stairs.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;20. I can't draw and it is my biggest frustration.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;21. I haven't been to Boracay.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;22. Once while waiting for my mom at a booth, I was sitting with my brother when a splash of water appeared out of nowhere and then we went home soaked.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;23. I am a cesarian baby. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;24. I can't eat Choclairs more than three at a time. It makes my thoot ache.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;25. I have an account in facebook, myspace, multiply, friendster, Hi-5, Plurk, Live Journal and Blogger.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3738909719354752507-1485033401203854732?l=teatrogurl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://teatrogurl.blogspot.com/feeds/1485033401203854732/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3738909719354752507&amp;postID=1485033401203854732' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3738909719354752507/posts/default/1485033401203854732'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3738909719354752507/posts/default/1485033401203854732'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://teatrogurl.blogspot.com/2009/02/25-random-things.html' title='The 25 Random Things'/><author><name>louraine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14772056750100959889</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ibuIj28N4-c/TrFBRYpyyJI/AAAAAAAAASw/19BWS6i0Z9o/s220/310479_2632597894464_1240891450_33178588_319445508_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3738909719354752507.post-4110871434240211691</id><published>2009-02-01T21:55:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-07T23:57:00.258+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Searching for someone</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I've never felt like I had found that person whom I can talk to for hours straight. Who can be funny yet can still be serious enough to know when I need someone I can talk to. Someone who knows what I want even if I am not talking. Someone who is capable of doing things that can make my day meaningful. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I terribly miss that person. Though I know I haven't seen him yet. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Whoever you are. 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display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 192px; " src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fLnnr73-4W0/SXNJ_5FgxLI/AAAAAAAAAI4/7ZtB8i5LTIM/s320/people+of+my+year.JPG+copy.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5292655349094991026" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I got the idea from Ms. Bianca Gonzalez (http://www.superbianca.blogspot.com). After reading her post the other day, i decided to make my own list of the people who had contributed a lot to my growth as a person last 2008. After thinking who this people would be. I came up with this six wonderful list of people whom I loved and cared for the most. This is my way of paying tribute to the coolest people that made my year unforgettable.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fLnnr73-4W0/SXNKV1hJwsI/AAAAAAAAAJA/8sQhCk2d0ko/s320/apol+copy.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Apol Malimban&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;If there is one person in class that I admire most, that would be Apol. She is so talented and is very easy to get along with. I'm happy that she is my friend. She is the only person who can be honest and brave enough to tell you what's wrong about you. She has so many ideas waiting to be heard . I am just proud to have her as a friend. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fLnnr73-4W0/SXNL9v7DsLI/AAAAAAAAAJI/AcvUVvASIyk/s1600-h/friends.JPG"&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fLnnr73-4W0/SXNL9v7DsLI/AAAAAAAAAJI/AcvUVvASIyk/s320/friends.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5292657511298740402" style="text-align: justify;display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;The Sophomore&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Hazel, Mitch, Mel and Dion are just adorable. At this stage they know what responsibility is. They know when to study and how to have fun. I just love them. Having them as friends are the best thing for me. I will sure miss them.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fLnnr73-4W0/SXPm7gAckpI/AAAAAAAAAJY/P52M2k7VES0/s1600-h/minda+copy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fLnnr73-4W0/SXPm7gAckpI/AAAAAAAAAJY/P52M2k7VES0/s320/minda+copy.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5292827896968942226" style="text-align: justify;display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 267px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Arminda Aspe&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Working with her was a breeze. She is really helpful and a true friend. There was never a time when I would find myself exhausted while working with her. This girl is so cool and I'm glad to have her as a boss and as a friend.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fLnnr73-4W0/SXPocorqj_I/AAAAAAAAAJg/7vM27cIdFjQ/s1600-h/ces+copy.JPG"&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fLnnr73-4W0/SXPocorqj_I/AAAAAAAAAJg/7vM27cIdFjQ/s320/ces+copy.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5292829565745008626" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Cecille Marco&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;She is a boss and a friend in one. She knows when to be the fun and caring friend and when to be the strict boss. I have learned so many things after working with her.  She is the sweetest person ever. Unknown to her, I do look up to her as one of my inspirations at work, I just love this lady.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fLnnr73-4W0/SXPqY0v4WaI/AAAAAAAAAJo/w5pso8jXlcg/s1600-h/1+copy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fLnnr73-4W0/SXPqY0v4WaI/AAAAAAAAAJo/w5pso8jXlcg/s320/1+copy.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5292831699287693730" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold; "&gt;Lopez Family&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;It's been so long since the last time that I got the chance to be with this wonderful set of people in my life. My mother, though, is not with with us but still I had the time of my life with the greatest people on earth. My sister was with me and it was so much fun. The fact that there is an addition to the family (Ate P, Kuya Anthony's wife) is a plus factor. Where on earth can you have a family and a&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt; barkada&lt;/span&gt; rolled into one? One thing is for sure I'm so proud to say that I'm part of this family and I love them all. Take note we are still not complete in the picture. The picture only consist of 10% of the whole clan. Imagine?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fLnnr73-4W0/SXPr-aUKQzI/AAAAAAAAAJw/fyd6uUQNqT0/s1600-h/friends2+copy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fLnnr73-4W0/SXPr-aUKQzI/AAAAAAAAAJw/fyd6uUQNqT0/s320/friends2+copy.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5292833444538762034" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 193px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold; "&gt;Pipay, Benj and Wendell&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;They are the best co-worker, &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;barkada, &lt;/span&gt;roommate, classmate and gimik buddy anyone could ever wish for. Even though we have diverse characteristics and even though we squabble often, we still end up having fun together. They are just extraordinary. Add Apol with this three and you'll have the time of your life. I sure do love them and I will definitely miss hanging out with them after graduation. But I do hope to have a lot more time with them this year.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;How about you? Do you have your own list? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3738909719354752507-4378599066018583747?l=teatrogurl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='related' href='http://www.superbianca.blogspot.com' title='People of my year 2008'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://teatrogurl.blogspot.com/feeds/4378599066018583747/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3738909719354752507&amp;postID=4378599066018583747' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3738909719354752507/posts/default/4378599066018583747'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3738909719354752507/posts/default/4378599066018583747'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://teatrogurl.blogspot.com/2009/01/people-of-my-year-2008.html' title='People of my year 2008'/><author><name>louraine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14772056750100959889</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ibuIj28N4-c/TrFBRYpyyJI/AAAAAAAAASw/19BWS6i0Z9o/s220/310479_2632597894464_1240891450_33178588_319445508_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fLnnr73-4W0/SXNJ_5FgxLI/AAAAAAAAAI4/7ZtB8i5LTIM/s72-c/people+of+my+year.JPG+copy.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3738909719354752507.post-5363917667518233983</id><published>2009-01-13T21:30:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-15T20:52:01.260+08:00</updated><title type='text'>When you can live FOREVER. What do you LIVE for?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fLnnr73-4W0/SW8xSCr1kgI/AAAAAAAAAH4/mLf4OIB8LQ0/s1600-h/banner+copy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 437px; height: 127px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fLnnr73-4W0/SW8xSCr1kgI/AAAAAAAAAH4/mLf4OIB8LQ0/s320/banner+copy.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5291502273211765250" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Are you familiar with the title? If your a Twilight addict like me, well yes it's from the trailer of the movie. But more than being an avid fan of the movie, haven't you realized anything?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After watching another movie with the same theme, (LIVING FOR ETERNITY) something just slipped into my mind. What if you can really live FOREVER? And all of your loved ones are not. What would you do? Unlike Edward he can easily turn Bella into a vampire like him, but in the case of Andrew Martin from the movie The Bicentennial Man, he can't turn Portia into a robot like him. I mean let's put ourselves in Andrew's shoes. What if you are immortal and all the person that you love ad you care for are one by one leaving you. Would you rather live forever?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One more thing. I realized that both the male protagonist in the movie only lives because of the love they have for the female protagonists. Andrew chooses to die to be with Portia and Edward would rather die that too loose Bella.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What about you? What would you do?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3738909719354752507-5363917667518233983?l=teatrogurl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://teatrogurl.blogspot.com/feeds/5363917667518233983/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3738909719354752507&amp;postID=5363917667518233983' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3738909719354752507/posts/default/5363917667518233983'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3738909719354752507/posts/default/5363917667518233983'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://teatrogurl.blogspot.com/2009/01/when-you-can-live-forever-what-do-you.html' title='When you can live FOREVER. What do you LIVE for?'/><author><name>louraine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14772056750100959889</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ibuIj28N4-c/TrFBRYpyyJI/AAAAAAAAASw/19BWS6i0Z9o/s220/310479_2632597894464_1240891450_33178588_319445508_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fLnnr73-4W0/SW8xSCr1kgI/AAAAAAAAAH4/mLf4OIB8LQ0/s72-c/banner+copy.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3738909719354752507.post-4361403247309060048</id><published>2008-12-16T05:39:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-16T05:45:59.344+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Ride of my LIFE</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Life's like a rollercoaster ride. You expect that there are a lot of twists and turns but then when you arrive at those so called loops of your life. You still can't manage to find anyway to lessen the fear you feel. And at the end of the ride your feelings would be either too scared, too happy, or too dizzy.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;In life we have our own loops which, no matter how hard we prepare for it we would still feel scared when the time comes and we would need to face it. We should only enjoy the ride. The loops are inevitable. But in the end its not about the how many loops that we had passed through, but how we managed to survive them.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3738909719354752507-4361403247309060048?l=teatrogurl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://teatrogurl.blogspot.com/feeds/4361403247309060048/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3738909719354752507&amp;postID=4361403247309060048' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3738909719354752507/posts/default/4361403247309060048'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3738909719354752507/posts/default/4361403247309060048'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://teatrogurl.blogspot.com/2008/12/ride-of-my-life.html' title='Ride of my LIFE'/><author><name>louraine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14772056750100959889</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ibuIj28N4-c/TrFBRYpyyJI/AAAAAAAAASw/19BWS6i0Z9o/s220/310479_2632597894464_1240891450_33178588_319445508_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3738909719354752507.post-8283503550000398791</id><published>2008-11-17T22:58:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-19T11:17:11.258+08:00</updated><title type='text'>140 years of Universidad de Sta. Isabel</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fLnnr73-4W0/SXPwpOnQIPI/AAAAAAAAAKA/XDOTnlrchcQ/s1600-h/i40.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fLnnr73-4W0/SXPwpOnQIPI/AAAAAAAAAKA/XDOTnlrchcQ/s320/i40.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5292838578178498802" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" ;font-size:13px;"&gt;Photo courtesy of Pipay&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is said that my current school, Universidad de Sta. Isabel is one of the oldest school in the Philippines. I never did expect to be part of this institution. Well I never planned on enrolling here not until when I decided to take-up Mass Communication a month before entering the school. It was one of the best decisions I have ever made though. I have found the coolest set of friends anyone can ever ask for. Though the celebration was just plain blah. We made it more meaningful and enjoyable by doing our best and trying to have fun. We took pictures and that is what is important. And yeah, yellow is our color. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:13px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3738909719354752507-8283503550000398791?l=teatrogurl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://teatrogurl.blogspot.com/feeds/8283503550000398791/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3738909719354752507&amp;postID=8283503550000398791' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3738909719354752507/posts/default/8283503550000398791'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3738909719354752507/posts/default/8283503550000398791'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://teatrogurl.blogspot.com/2008/11/140-years-of-universidad-de-sta-isabel.html' title='140 years of Universidad de Sta. Isabel'/><author><name>louraine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14772056750100959889</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ibuIj28N4-c/TrFBRYpyyJI/AAAAAAAAASw/19BWS6i0Z9o/s220/310479_2632597894464_1240891450_33178588_319445508_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fLnnr73-4W0/SXPwpOnQIPI/AAAAAAAAAKA/XDOTnlrchcQ/s72-c/i40.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3738909719354752507.post-4421093256279619316</id><published>2008-11-15T23:11:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-15T23:53:02.751+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Change</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fLnnr73-4W0/SR7wVPz_WGI/AAAAAAAAAHg/cpwQmfh91Bs/s1600-h/change1.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fLnnr73-4W0/SR7wVPz_WGI/AAAAAAAAAHg/cpwQmfh91Bs/s320/change1.gif" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5268912861882570850" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe I'm late or whatever you might call it. But I'm dying to share my insight about the last US election. First and foremost, no, I'm not an American. I don't have any relatives there and I'm not planning to go there (maybe for vacation).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bu why am I so anxious to share my thoughts about the  election? One thing is because I &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;ENVY &lt;/span&gt;all those Americans who are now experiencing the start of a big change. The start of a better future because of a better leader. And that's one thing that we don't have. Us Filipinos and I know that, that is one concrete reason why we are always catching up on the news about the election.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We are curious on who would be the next President because this would mean a lot to all those OFWs (Overseas Filipino Workers) and their family. To those who are studying courses that would lead them to the so called greener pastures. To those who have hidden dollar accounts, which are waiting for another raise over the Peso.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But haven't you guys realized that what we should do is do something for our own country. Because these would mean a lot to those who are marginalized. Those who doesn't have jobs. Those who need to study. Those who doesn't have any food on their plates. Those who want a better life. Those who are dreaming that there would be a better tomorrow for their children.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aren't we supposed to be the one's doing something about this. Because this is &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;OUR &lt;/span&gt;country. And whatever happens to this Archipelago would change our lives forever. The US election should be our guide. It should have thought us by now the true essence of a clean election. It should have thought us the real power of our votes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let us all remember that no matter what happens. The only one who can lead our country to prosperity are those who &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;love, respect and care&lt;/span&gt; for their own country.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well for me the last election was a sign that we need change. Let's forget about the &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;race, color, gender, status, and age&lt;/span&gt; of a person. The US election had shown us what &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;UNITY &lt;/span&gt;really is. And with that we can make &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;WONDERS&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3738909719354752507-4421093256279619316?l=teatrogurl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://teatrogurl.blogspot.com/feeds/4421093256279619316/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3738909719354752507&amp;postID=4421093256279619316' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3738909719354752507/posts/default/4421093256279619316'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3738909719354752507/posts/default/4421093256279619316'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://teatrogurl.blogspot.com/2008/11/change.html' title='Change'/><author><name>louraine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14772056750100959889</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ibuIj28N4-c/TrFBRYpyyJI/AAAAAAAAASw/19BWS6i0Z9o/s220/310479_2632597894464_1240891450_33178588_319445508_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fLnnr73-4W0/SR7wVPz_WGI/AAAAAAAAAHg/cpwQmfh91Bs/s72-c/change1.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3738909719354752507.post-1591208131996260619</id><published>2008-11-13T06:55:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-13T07:49:26.912+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Share Something This Christmas</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;I was watching television last night when the newest commercial of Jolibee for Ma-AGA ang Pasko sa Jolibee was aired. The concept of it was sharing. A family was about to go to Jolibee  and bring some used old toys and drop it at the box for Ma-AGA ang Pasko, the mother asked the child if he would give his favorite toy away. But the child said no because it was his FAVORITE. On the way to Jolibee the boy was playing with his toy robot at the back seat. After dropping all the toy at Jolibee the parent were about to leave when the boy drop his FAVORITE toy at the box and said a quick bye-bye.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fLnnr73-4W0/SRtpHUxZDsI/AAAAAAAAAHA/UcLnsM9gGYA/s1600-h/maaga_poster.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 228px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fLnnr73-4W0/SRtpHUxZDsI/AAAAAAAAAHA/UcLnsM9gGYA/s320/maaga_poster.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5267919763695800002" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;That is the real essence of sharing. Giving or sharing something that you relly don't want to share is not an easy feat. My professor said that if we wanted to give something we should not give those that are hard to let go off. When you see a beggar on the street asking for alms and you have food and you yourself is hungry but can still afford to buy another meal. Give your food and not you money. It's hard to give something that you have wanted. You would feel like you had a big sacrifice.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fLnnr73-4W0/SRtp3wDeZtI/AAAAAAAAAHI/sitMBWxjvf4/s1600-h/right-img-giving.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 304px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fLnnr73-4W0/SRtp3wDeZtI/AAAAAAAAAHI/sitMBWxjvf4/s320/right-img-giving.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5267920595653125842" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 102);"&gt;This Christmas let us all give and let us not give something just because we expect something in return. God sees our good deeds and he will give us our rightful blessings at the right time.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3738909719354752507-1591208131996260619?l=teatrogurl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://teatrogurl.blogspot.com/feeds/1591208131996260619/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3738909719354752507&amp;postID=1591208131996260619' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3738909719354752507/posts/default/1591208131996260619'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3738909719354752507/posts/default/1591208131996260619'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://teatrogurl.blogspot.com/2008/11/share-something-this-christmas.html' title='Share Something This Christmas'/><author><name>louraine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14772056750100959889</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ibuIj28N4-c/TrFBRYpyyJI/AAAAAAAAASw/19BWS6i0Z9o/s220/310479_2632597894464_1240891450_33178588_319445508_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fLnnr73-4W0/SRtpHUxZDsI/AAAAAAAAAHA/UcLnsM9gGYA/s72-c/maaga_poster.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3738909719354752507.post-6592965798146837506</id><published>2008-10-15T07:29:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-16T08:08:55.398+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Immersion: Bagolatao, Minalabac, Camarines Sur</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i164.photobucket.com/albums/u6/roreyn/DSC_0263-3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://i164.photobucket.com/albums/u6/roreyn/DSC_0263-3.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Wow! That's one word that can summarize my experience at Brgy.  Bagolatao, Minalabac, Camarines Sur. The place was postcard perfect. The beach has no powder-like sand but it has one of the most beautiful shore because of the pebbles surrounding it. Rocks of different sizes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fLnnr73-4W0/SPUrq7lmtMI/AAAAAAAAAGo/G13VkzEsvoo/s1600-h/CSC_0509.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fLnnr73-4W0/SPUrq7lmtMI/AAAAAAAAAGo/G13VkzEsvoo/s320/CSC_0509.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5257156156574840002" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Di naman talaga kami pumunta dun para lang mag swimming. We were there for our immersion. This is part of our requirement for RE107. We were there to live the our lives the same way that people their does. Even for two days we can relate to them and be part of them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me and my friend and classmate Pipay were assigned to Mrs. Irma Gonzaga's place. But unfortuantely she wasn't at home yet. So we were transfered to Nanay Pisa Oco together with her son Tatay Fred and his wife Nanay Nemia. Masaya kami na dun kami sa knila titira. They were super kind and very accommodating. Meron silang limang anak. Sina Nikki, Nikka, Nissi, Nikko and Fred Jr.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i164.photobucket.com/albums/u6/roreyn/DSC_0364.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://i164.photobucket.com/albums/u6/roreyn/DSC_0364.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After some brief introduction and kwentuhan tungkol sa kanilang daily living . We went out to go house  to house and talk with the other members of the community about their lives and invited them to join us in our activity for the night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i164.photobucket.com/albums/u6/roreyn/DSC_0292.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://i164.photobucket.com/albums/u6/roreyn/DSC_0292.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Pagdating namin sa dulo ng baranggay o kung tawagin nila ay Cabanbanan. We saw some of our friends and classmates. Una naming nakita sila Benj and Wendell so sinamahan na nila kami na mag house to house. Then sa pinak dulo nakita namin sila Aiza, Daniel and Janina. They were having fun. Nag su-swimming na sila because they were the first to live the following day because of a previous appiontment.  Dahil wala kaming dalang extrang damit and we were wearing our jeans we borrowed shorts from one of the families in the neighborhood.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i164.photobucket.com/albums/u6/roreyn/DSC_0331-1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://i164.photobucket.com/albums/u6/roreyn/DSC_0331-1.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;We went swimming till the sun set. Ang ganda ng view! Di namin nakita yung sun set pero sa clouds may nakita kami na super ganda. The clouds has this blue-violet-orange-yellow higlights.  And we've done a lot of picture taking (hehe).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i164.photobucket.com/albums/u6/roreyn/CSC_0510.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://i164.photobucket.com/albums/u6/roreyn/CSC_0510.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;At around 6 pm we went back home to our foster parents home. We changed clothes and ate dinner. Then we went down to the chapel with the children. Magkakaroon kasi kami ng catechism. There were lots of people who showed up to join. From kids to the youth to adults and the elderly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i164.photobucket.com/albums/u6/roreyn/DSC_0409.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://i164.photobucket.com/albums/u6/roreyn/DSC_0409.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;The activity ended up at around 10:30 pm. We had a small talk with our adviser about what happened the whole day then off we go. We went to bed and slept. It was a tiring but pleasurable day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Day two starded with pipay waking me up. Akala namin the mass is starting na. Hindi pa naman 5:00 and the sun is not yet up. Pag tingin namin sa lamesa may two cups of hot coffee na for us. Ang bait talaga ng foster parents namin. After drinking our cup we went to the chapel for the mass. Then we had our breakfast. Wendell and Benj went to ou house with us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i164.photobucket.com/albums/u6/roreyn/DSC_0412.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://i164.photobucket.com/albums/u6/roreyn/DSC_0412.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;After our breakfast we went to Cabanbanan to bring back the clothes that we had borrowed. Then went back to the chapel for another round of catechism. On our way back we saw some teenagers  fishing. And some kids having their early swim. Our topic for the catechism was about Our Lady of Peñafrancia. Tinuruan din namin sila kung papano mag pray ng rosary. And we sang some action songs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;Ten Bones&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;My toe bone is connected to my ankle bone&lt;br /&gt;My ankle bone's connected to my knee bone&lt;br /&gt;My knee bone is connected to my hip bone&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chorus:&lt;br /&gt;Just like you and me.&lt;br /&gt;Ten bones (4x) Alive bones&lt;br /&gt;Ten bones (4x) Alive bones&lt;br /&gt;Ten bones (4x) Alive bones&lt;br /&gt;Just like you and me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My hip bone is connected to my back bone&lt;br /&gt;My back bone is connected to my shoulder bone&lt;br /&gt;My shoulder bone's connected to my neck bone&lt;br /&gt;Just like you and me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(repeat chorus)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My neck bone is connected to my jaw bone&lt;br /&gt;My jaw bone is connected to my cheek bone&lt;br /&gt;My cheek bone is connected to my head bone&lt;br /&gt;Just like you and me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(repeat chorus)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;At last we had ou last dip in the water. Sobrang linaw. Kita mo na yung ilalim. At ang pinakamasaya ay natutuo akong mag swimming.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i164.photobucket.com/albums/u6/roreyn/DSC_0459.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://i164.photobucket.com/albums/u6/roreyn/DSC_0459.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;At 10:30 am we went back to our foster family's house para mag banlaw at mag bihis ng damit. We had our lunch then we talked to them and took some more pictures.  Tinwag na kami ng driver ng jeep pero pag baba namin. Wala pa naman pala mga kasamahn namin. So we had our last walk sa sea shore and asked some elderly about why the place is called Bagolatao. Sabi nila katawagan na lang daw iyon ng mga matatanda noon dahil sa lumilitaw na bato sa dagat every low tide. Kaya bagong litaw hanggang sa naging Bagolatao.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i164.photobucket.com/albums/u6/roreyn/DSC_0469.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://i164.photobucket.com/albums/u6/roreyn/DSC_0469.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Then kumain ulit kami ng lunch dahil ipninaghanda pala kami ng lunch ng mga taga dun. Kulang ang sasakyan at kailangan naming magkasya sa isang jeep. We offered to ride on top of the jeepney or most commonly known as top load. I was with Benj, Pipay, Wendell, JO, Eugene and Toto.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fLnnr73-4W0/SPaFVLh2qaI/AAAAAAAAAG4/kw9FL3SfiLg/s1600-h/DSC_0499.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fLnnr73-4W0/SPaFVLh2qaI/AAAAAAAAAG4/kw9FL3SfiLg/s320/DSC_0499.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5257536213920164258" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Super ganda talaga ng experience na yun. After we reached Naga City we went on our separate ways but the joy and learning that we have encountered will remain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;ps.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks to Family Oco for accommodating us.&lt;br /&gt;And belated Happy birthday Pipay and Wendell.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3738909719354752507-6592965798146837506?l=teatrogurl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://teatrogurl.blogspot.com/feeds/6592965798146837506/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3738909719354752507&amp;postID=6592965798146837506' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3738909719354752507/posts/default/6592965798146837506'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3738909719354752507/posts/default/6592965798146837506'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://teatrogurl.blogspot.com/2008/10/immersion-bagolatao-minalabac-camarines.html' title='Immersion: Bagolatao, Minalabac, Camarines Sur'/><author><name>louraine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14772056750100959889</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ibuIj28N4-c/TrFBRYpyyJI/AAAAAAAAASw/19BWS6i0Z9o/s220/310479_2632597894464_1240891450_33178588_319445508_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fLnnr73-4W0/SPUrq7lmtMI/AAAAAAAAAGo/G13VkzEsvoo/s72-c/CSC_0509.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3738909719354752507.post-9188046201006605668</id><published>2008-10-12T15:23:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-12T15:44:36.181+08:00</updated><title type='text'>71 days, 9 hours, 9 minutes and 15 seconds.  Before my birthday!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fLnnr73-4W0/SPGpyrUcCWI/AAAAAAAAAGg/JQCI3mtt7p8/s1600-h/1_253864828l.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fLnnr73-4W0/SPGpyrUcCWI/AAAAAAAAAGg/JQCI3mtt7p8/s320/1_253864828l.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5256168928205080930" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes it's roughly 2 months before my birthday and I'll be turning 21 years old. What the heck! Most of the people na nakikilala ko sinasabi nila na I don't look like my age. Well thank you. Siguro dahil sa madalas kong kasama mga younger sakin kaya ayun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway ano na ba ang natutunan ko sa loob ng dalawampu't-isang taon ko dito sa mundo? Madami eh. Sobrang dami. Natutunan kong hindi lahat ng mga bagay sa mundo ay pang habang buhay. Natutunan ko na pag nagbabasa ka ay marami kang matututunan. Na ang pagiging taklesa ay hindi maganda. Na kailangan mo din namang mag saya paminsan minsa. Na kahit gano ka pa kabata kung gusto ka nang kunini ni Manoy Jess pwede niyang gawin yun. Na hindi mo kailangang manalo sa anumang mga paligsahan upang masabing ikaw ay nag wagi. Na sa mga oras ng problema nadiyan ang mga kaibigan mo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sobrang dami ko pang natutunan at gustong matutunan sa totoo lang. Kaya ginawa ko ang blog na ito. I want to share my wish list. The things i want to do before i turn 30. (haha) And that's only 9 years from now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. I wanna go bungee jumping&lt;br /&gt;2. I wanna go to the places na nalista ko sa previous blog ko.&lt;br /&gt;3. I wanna meet the authors ng mga books na binsa ko.&lt;br /&gt;4. I wanna own a house and a car.&lt;br /&gt;5. I wanna have my own family&lt;br /&gt;6. I want to have my own foundation.&lt;br /&gt;7. I want to have a photo exhibit.&lt;br /&gt;8. I want to have a whole day of total relaxation.&lt;br /&gt;9. I want to write my own book.&lt;br /&gt;10. I want to star in a movie.&lt;br /&gt;11. I want to learn how to surf&lt;br /&gt;12. I want to have one day of careless activity.&lt;br /&gt;13. I want to sky dive.&lt;br /&gt;14. I want to have another pierce.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And the list goes on...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Andami kong gustong gawin at ma-achieve sa totoo lang. Kulang ang blog spot na ito para sa listahan ko. Basta ang alam ko. Sa buhay ng tao. Madami kang matututunan at madami ka pang dapat matutunan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;See you again next time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;xoxo&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3738909719354752507-9188046201006605668?l=teatrogurl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://teatrogurl.blogspot.com/feeds/9188046201006605668/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3738909719354752507&amp;postID=9188046201006605668' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3738909719354752507/posts/default/9188046201006605668'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3738909719354752507/posts/default/9188046201006605668'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://teatrogurl.blogspot.com/2008/10/71-days-9-hours-before-my-birthday.html' title='71 days, 9 hours, 9 minutes and 15 seconds.  Before my birthday!'/><author><name>louraine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14772056750100959889</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ibuIj28N4-c/TrFBRYpyyJI/AAAAAAAAASw/19BWS6i0Z9o/s220/310479_2632597894464_1240891450_33178588_319445508_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fLnnr73-4W0/SPGpyrUcCWI/AAAAAAAAAGg/JQCI3mtt7p8/s72-c/1_253864828l.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3738909719354752507.post-1075008585691951974</id><published>2008-10-10T08:57:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-19T13:01:20.182+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Spotted</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/MtctgSGCnGo&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/MtctgSGCnGo&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is a copy of a project that we had submitted to our professor. Just want to share it to you guys&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3738909719354752507-1075008585691951974?l=teatrogurl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://teatrogurl.blogspot.com/feeds/1075008585691951974/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3738909719354752507&amp;postID=1075008585691951974' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3738909719354752507/posts/default/1075008585691951974'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3738909719354752507/posts/default/1075008585691951974'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://teatrogurl.blogspot.com/2008/10/this-is-copy-of-project-that-we-had.html' title='Spotted'/><author><name>louraine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14772056750100959889</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ibuIj28N4-c/TrFBRYpyyJI/AAAAAAAAASw/19BWS6i0Z9o/s220/310479_2632597894464_1240891450_33178588_319445508_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3738909719354752507.post-7044027654002457943</id><published>2008-10-03T08:20:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-09T08:43:43.551+08:00</updated><title type='text'>For Crying Out Loud!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fLnnr73-4W0/SO1Teb9sJYI/AAAAAAAAAGA/ZUqCZXrkqds/s1600-h/1_809730281l.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fLnnr73-4W0/SO1Teb9sJYI/AAAAAAAAAGA/ZUqCZXrkqds/s320/1_809730281l.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5254948122578920834" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I promised y'all that I'll keep y'all posted. But unfortunately I've had a hella wonderful September which made me busy (big time!), but I enjoyed it naman. so no problem (hehe). My first week of October was also worth remembering so I thought that it might be better to share 'em here at my homepage. (hehe)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anu-ano nga ba ang napag-ka-abalahan ko? Well let me go back to memory lane. (snap! snap! snap!).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Peñafrancia Festivities.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wala namng bago bukod dun sa naunang blog ko about sa batang lalki wala namang masyadong nadagdag. Kaya lang naman ako di masyadong nakapag-post ay dahil sa gala ako  ng gala. Pero sige dagdagan natin. Nakita ko si Bayani Fernando. (you know him?) siya yung sa MMDA. (haha). Feeling ko nag kakampanya na siya for the next  elections. Then nagpunta kami sa bahay ng Auntie ko (para ano? para makikaen.)  After nun, nanuod kami ng fluvial, o ng paglipat ni Ina from Cathedral to Basilca Minore.  At huaan niya kung sino nakita namin? (hula. hula. hula.) Si Bong Revilla. Actually late ko na siya nakita. Basta ang alam ko there were people around me shouting s"Si Kap/Bong yun oh. Naka # 49 na t-shirt(voyadores wears identical t-shirts with numbers at their backs.) I was like: Ah okay. Viva! Viva! (hehe).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The next day was Sunday. Iwas with meh friends (Apol and Benj) we went to Tristan's house (para ano? para maki-kain ulit!), then after nun nanood kami ng For the First Time. It was okay, simple lang naman yung kwento. (haha) pero funny siya. Specially yung scenes ni Candy Pangilinan and nung boyfriend niya na si "Benjo". Tapos si Bea Saw ka-partner niya si Bruce Quebral (hehe). Yeah nagigiging masyado na akong showbiz. Then libot-libot kami. All-in-all masaya naman fiesta ko.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;Retreat (Sept. 23-24)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah. Hulng retreat ko na ito. Onti lang naman kami sa grupo, mga 30 students lang. Pero sobrang saya. Most of the topics was about loving yourself. Father Bien said that we are all beautiful, and success is ment for us we just need to do our part to make it happen. Sabi niya kahit ano pa daw ang sabihin natin about who planned our path, it is still our decision if we will follow it or if we will make our own. It's all up to us. Dinagdag niya pa na if we want to change something we should start with ourselves.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Example:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A mother with his son went to Mahatma Ghandi one day. The mother asked Ghandi to tell his son to stop eating sweet. Ghandi replied: Come back after a week. Though bewildered the mother obeyed. After a week the mother went back to him and asked: please tell my son to stopeating sweets. This time Ghandi replied: Son stop eating sweet. The mother asked: Why didn't you tell hi that last week. It was so simple. Ghandi replied: Because last week I was also eating sweets.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;Taping Galore (Sept. 26)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We went to the party center of Naga City. Magsaysay Ave. Though we were there we did not partied. Andun kami to shoot a scence for one of our projects in our major subjects. Sa kalagitnaan ng aming shoot ay nakita kami ng aming assistant dean. Natutuwa naman daw siya sa ginagawa namin (hehe). Guys that's what you call dedication!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;Dion's Birthday Bash! (Sept. 27)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Morning ng birthday ni Dion ay ang celebration ng feast day ng patron saint ng school. Si saint vincent de Paul. There were games for the adopted baranngays and all the departments prepared one game. YUng sa department namin ang unang natapos kahit na yun na siguro ang pinaka mahirap (hehe). After nunboodle fight na! Lahat kami kumain sa isang ahabang pinagdugtong-dugtong na lamesa. Masaya kasi lahat kumain. Lahat ka-join.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After mg lunch pumunta kami sa boarding house nila Pipay dahil nag-inquire si Hazel at lilipat na siya. Then Pumunta kami kila Mitch. Habang abala sa pag-iimpake si Hazel. Kami naman ay abala sa pag kuha ng Pomela sa puno. este si Pipay lang pala. Kami lang ang dakilang taga balat. Kumain kami ng apat, at binigay namin yung apat pa kay Jasmeen. Ginawan ko din si Dion ng cake na gawa sa POMELO! Then punta na kami kila Jasmeen para tapusin yung last scenes sa movie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Punta na kami sa bahay nila Dion for his party! We enjoyed the day. Taking picutes and all!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;Singkil (Oct. 1)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Without proper practice. Walang costumes at matinong props ay nag execute kami ng semi-impromtu Singkil and that was for our exams (hehe).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We had our unexpected quiz sa DTP. I got 14 out of 15 (hehe). Goes to show na madami akong stock knowledge (ehem!). I love the subject. (haha!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;See andami kong ginawa! Till next time ya'll&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3738909719354752507-7044027654002457943?l=teatrogurl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://teatrogurl.blogspot.com/feeds/7044027654002457943/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3738909719354752507&amp;postID=7044027654002457943' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3738909719354752507/posts/default/7044027654002457943'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3738909719354752507/posts/default/7044027654002457943'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://teatrogurl.blogspot.com/2008/10/for-crying-out-loud.html' title='For Crying Out Loud!'/><author><name>louraine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14772056750100959889</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ibuIj28N4-c/TrFBRYpyyJI/AAAAAAAAASw/19BWS6i0Z9o/s220/310479_2632597894464_1240891450_33178588_319445508_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fLnnr73-4W0/SO1Teb9sJYI/AAAAAAAAAGA/ZUqCZXrkqds/s72-c/1_809730281l.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3738909719354752507.post-8036651661522722684</id><published>2008-09-19T12:02:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-19T12:41:22.306+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Reality Bites</title><content type='html'>Sanay na sayay akong mag reklamo. Complaining about anything and everything. Asking God why he let me live in this miserable life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; STOP!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Masyado na ba akong reklamador? Alam ko naman na mas madami pang nangangailangan kesa sakin eh. But stil, parang I never had that big slap on the face, to make me wake-up. And that slap I've been looking for happened just this morning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While I was on the queue waiting for my turn to touch and kiss INA, nakita ko yung bata, he was around 10, epeleptic siya, he was asking for alms. I gave him money, thinking na para yun sa kanya. Then may lumapit sa kanyang babae, his mother. Ginagamit siya na sarili niya mother to earn money. :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alam ko na I don't have the right to judge the way his mother uses his disability as a way to earn money. Siguro yun na lang talaga ang way para makakain sila.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yun na yung iniintay kong wake-up call from God. Di lang sampal ang natanggap ko. Tadyak at suntok pa.  Ishoul learn to value all the blessing that God had given me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SALAMT PO!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3738909719354752507-8036651661522722684?l=teatrogurl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://teatrogurl.blogspot.com/feeds/8036651661522722684/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3738909719354752507&amp;postID=8036651661522722684' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3738909719354752507/posts/default/8036651661522722684'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3738909719354752507/posts/default/8036651661522722684'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://teatrogurl.blogspot.com/2008/09/reality-bites.html' title='Reality Bites'/><author><name>louraine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14772056750100959889</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ibuIj28N4-c/TrFBRYpyyJI/AAAAAAAAASw/19BWS6i0Z9o/s220/310479_2632597894464_1240891450_33178588_319445508_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3738909719354752507.post-108986797158535069</id><published>2008-09-16T11:21:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-09T08:53:13.070+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Enjoy</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fLnnr73-4W0/SO1V8l7RtsI/AAAAAAAAAGQ/YyaK7D9JVo4/s1600-h/1_730595816l.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fLnnr73-4W0/SO1V8l7RtsI/AAAAAAAAAGQ/YyaK7D9JVo4/s320/1_730595816l.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5254950839672485570" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;The yearly University games ended last Saturday (Sept. 13). Ito na siguro yung pinakamaduming intramurals ever. Each team is doing their best to win, at kahit mag-cheat sila go lang!. I admit that we did not follow the rules given by the CSG during the start of the U-games, pero we never made any effort to cheat para lang manalo. All we wanted was to enjoy. To find new friends. I don't know kung ano ang reason nila on doing this stuff.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We are already mature people. Let's stop this immaturity. Let all the students enjoy and be happy. I hope one of the CSG officers could read this post.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3738909719354752507-108986797158535069?l=teatrogurl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://teatrogurl.blogspot.com/feeds/108986797158535069/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3738909719354752507&amp;postID=108986797158535069' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3738909719354752507/posts/default/108986797158535069'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3738909719354752507/posts/default/108986797158535069'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://teatrogurl.blogspot.com/2008/09/enjoy.html' title='Enjoy'/><author><name>louraine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14772056750100959889</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ibuIj28N4-c/TrFBRYpyyJI/AAAAAAAAASw/19BWS6i0Z9o/s220/310479_2632597894464_1240891450_33178588_319445508_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fLnnr73-4W0/SO1V8l7RtsI/AAAAAAAAAGQ/YyaK7D9JVo4/s72-c/1_730595816l.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3738909719354752507.post-3900086720764907547</id><published>2008-08-29T08:36:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-16T11:18:24.001+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Loving Yourself</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fLnnr73-4W0/SM8k4TAbAnI/AAAAAAAAAFQ/VS4m-4dkdik/s1600-h/1_239763565l.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fLnnr73-4W0/SM8k4TAbAnI/AAAAAAAAAFQ/VS4m-4dkdik/s320/1_239763565l.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5246452640503235186" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Oh dear I Just love myself! (haha) Pero hindi naman ako egoistic no. Wala din naman akong Narcissism. I mean diba dapat lang naman talaga yun eh. In order to be loved you should love yourself first. Cheesy as it may sound, pero (what the heck!) yun ang totoo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We should accept the fact that we are mere human beings, we make mistakes, no body is perfect ika nga. Napaka boring ng buhay kung perfect na 'to. Imagine yourself na super perfect, lahat maayos walang problema. Magiging super predictable ng life mo. Walang thrill, walang excitment. Your life will be very dull.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our life needs a dash of misfortunes, a sprinkle of problems and little bumps to make it beautiful and challenging. Yun ang maganda sa buhay na imperfect. That's the reason why God created us this way. Bukod sa pagiging imperfect, we should be thankful that God made us unique. Yes there are people na kahawig natin, kaparehas natin ng interest, the way we dress. But in one way or another magkaiba parin kayo. One great example is our fingerprints, there are no two people with the same fingerprints.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pero di ko naman sinasabing magpaka aning ka, magpaka-timang ka na dahil tutal naman God loves your imperfection. You should be the best person that you should be regardless of the flaws that you may make.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Be happy, and go on love yourself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3738909719354752507-3900086720764907547?l=teatrogurl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://teatrogurl.blogspot.com/feeds/3900086720764907547/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3738909719354752507&amp;postID=3900086720764907547' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3738909719354752507/posts/default/3900086720764907547'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3738909719354752507/posts/default/3900086720764907547'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://teatrogurl.blogspot.com/2008/08/loving-yourself.html' title='Loving Yourself'/><author><name>louraine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14772056750100959889</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ibuIj28N4-c/TrFBRYpyyJI/AAAAAAAAASw/19BWS6i0Z9o/s220/310479_2632597894464_1240891450_33178588_319445508_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fLnnr73-4W0/SM8k4TAbAnI/AAAAAAAAAFQ/VS4m-4dkdik/s72-c/1_239763565l.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3738909719354752507.post-3329279067207319214</id><published>2008-08-17T13:29:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-09T08:57:24.091+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I am Inspired</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fLnnr73-4W0/SO1W7TYKi2I/AAAAAAAAAGY/ZM0AFY3QVW8/s1600-h/twilight.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fLnnr73-4W0/SO1W7TYKi2I/AAAAAAAAAGY/ZM0AFY3QVW8/s320/twilight.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5254951917025135458" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;inspired to read&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;As what i have said on my previous blog. I do believe that authors are really blessed. Another example is my fascination with the Twilight Series and its counterpart Midnight Sun. I am very eager to finish all the books in the series. But unfortunately it may not be for now (huhuhu :'c), you see wala pa kasi nung series na yun dito eh. Di ko nga alam kung may iba pang nagbabasa ng series na yun dito bukod samin ng friend/classmate ko na si Apol.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Wanna say thank you to Cecille for lending us the book (much love Sisil). Anyway back to the main topic. Yeah, bilib na bilib ako kay Stephenie Meyer, ang ganda ng Twilight. Super talaga, I fell in love with the characters. Nagbago ang perception ko about vampires. Bow ako sayo Ms. Meyer, I'm looking forward for the rest of the books sa series. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Just want to share to you my favorite dialogue sa book. This one was said after Bella's trip with Angela and Jessica sa Olympic Peninsula, she met Edward there and there na confirm niya na Vampire nga si Edward at ang mga Cullens.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color:orange;"&gt;Bella: How old are you?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color:orange;"&gt;Edward: Seventeen.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color:orange;"&gt;Bella: How long have you been seventeen?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color:orange;"&gt;Edward: For a while.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color:orange;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Wala lang parang sobra lang ang impact sakin ng mga words na to. Kasi ito na siguro yun isa sa mga greatest struggle sa relationship nila ni Bella eh. Imagine yung boyfriend mong vampire eh forever na magiging 17 tapos ikaw tatanda na until you die. Maiiwan mo yung boyfriend mo, magigi siyang miserable. (stop it) haha. gumagawa na ako ng sarili kong story. Anyway ano nga kaya ang magiging feeling no kung forever ka na sa edad mong yan. Ang catch nga lang tingin sayo ng tao monster ka, kasi Vampire ka.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Kayo anong tingin ninyo? May Vampires ba talaga?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;inspired to continue blogging&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Kasi I'm reading Anne Frank: The Diary of a Young Girl, yeah I know, bakit ngayon lang? Kasi ngayon lang ako nagkaroon ng chance to read it, saka ngayon lang ako nakahanap ng copy. Anyway the book inspired me to continue on blogging. Kasi hindi naman ako mahilig magsulat sa Diary kaya I think the best way is to blog.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;We really never know what may happen diba? Atleast when the time comes na you need to go and leave this world may maiiwan ka. Ano ba ang nagawa ko sa earth what are my toughts and dreams (hehe echos). I'll keep blogging, you guys. Keep reading. c:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;inspired to be an artist&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Ito dream na lang to (wahehe) wala na akong chance dito. But still I'll share the reason kung bakit biglang pumasok sa utak ko ang inspiration na ito. (hahaha)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Last wednesday kasi me and my friends-slash-classmates had our first taste of the production life. Nagkaroon kami ng taping for our first ever music video and trailer, di na ako bago sa experience ng taping kasi nakagawa na ako dati ng news program so kumbaga may "experience" na ako. :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Ano ba ang difference ng isang to? Well ito yung una naming Music video na kami ang bida (yung una kasi kami lang ang nasa likod ng emosyon) Ang saya talaga c:. From the make-up mode up until the pictorial, (yeah may photoshoot din kame c;). Ayaw ko muna mag bigay ng spoilers para may thrill diba?! Kaya wait for my next blog kung kelan ang release ng video sa youtube (haha). I'll keep you posted.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Anyway as most of the artistas out there na nagpapasalamat sa kanilang mga sponsors I would like to thank these people na talaga namang nag effort to make this shoot such a huge success. (o diba feeling boxoffice queen!).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Pipay&lt;/span&gt; - Ang babae sa likod ng camera. Salamat nga pala sa camera mong maganda na worth 45 000 pesos! (haha) at sa pagiging photographer-cum-camerawoman mo para sa music video.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Apol &lt;/span&gt;-&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;For being the best director for both the MV and the Trailer. Siya rin ang camerawoman sa trailer. (salamat sa donut at fishball)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Dion &lt;/span&gt;- Ang pinaka magandang make-up artist ever! Thank you sa effort na mapaganda ako for these shoot. Siya rin ang aming choreographer (may future ka bakla!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Hazel &lt;/span&gt;- Para sa kanyang makapagbagdamdaming (whew) voice over para sa trailer.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Mel &lt;/span&gt;-  Salamat sa iyong magandang eyeshadow (love it!). At sa pagiging USI's Top Model (say mo?)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Jasmeen &lt;/span&gt;- Thank you kasi pinahiram mo kami ng gigicam mo* (yipee!). Saka advance thank you na rin kasi ipapahiram mo samin ang laftaf** mo (yipee ulit!) :]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Jeanne &lt;/span&gt;- Thank you sa napaka gandang concept para sa MV (mag-shift ka na kaya?) c:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;*digital camera&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;**laptop&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3738909719354752507-3329279067207319214?l=teatrogurl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://teatrogurl.blogspot.com/feeds/3329279067207319214/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3738909719354752507&amp;postID=3329279067207319214' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3738909719354752507/posts/default/3329279067207319214'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3738909719354752507/posts/default/3329279067207319214'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://teatrogurl.blogspot.com/2008/08/i-am-inspired.html' title='I am Inspired'/><author><name>louraine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14772056750100959889</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ibuIj28N4-c/TrFBRYpyyJI/AAAAAAAAASw/19BWS6i0Z9o/s220/310479_2632597894464_1240891450_33178588_319445508_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fLnnr73-4W0/SO1W7TYKi2I/AAAAAAAAAGY/ZM0AFY3QVW8/s72-c/twilight.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3738909719354752507.post-2703753275941562095</id><published>2008-08-17T09:26:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-17T11:34:47.749+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Realization</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;                    I feel so blessed now. I'm very thankful kay God sa lahat ng blessings na na-receive ko, specially the blessing (gift of life). I just realize how important life is. Actually never ko pang na-appriciate ang buhay na ibinigay ni God sakin, andami ko kasing reklamo eh. Kanina while listening to my favorite radio station, narinig ko tong song na to and suddenly naisip ko ganito nga ako mag wish:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(98, 80, 197);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't you ever wish you were someone           else,&lt;br /&gt;        You were meant to be the way you are           exactly.&lt;br /&gt;        Don't you ever say you don't like the way           you are.&lt;br /&gt;        When you learn to love yourself, you're           better off by far.&lt;br /&gt;        And I hope you always stay the same,&lt;br /&gt;        cuz there's nothin' 'bout you I would           change.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;          Kasi most of the time, I imagine myself living in a different way. Pero lagi ko namang buburahin sa isip ko ang mga ganong klasi ng toughts, coz I don't want to leave all of my fond memories behind.&lt;br /&gt;     &lt;br /&gt;Kanina napagtanto ko na dapat i-accept ko na lang kung ano ang meron ako, kasi hindi lahat ng tao kasing blessed ko. Yung iba mas mahirap pa sakin. Saka I should be thankful na rin kasi I'm now 20 years old kasi hindi lahat nakakabot sa age na to. :'c&lt;br /&gt;     &lt;br /&gt;One of my Schoolmates died, he's only 18 years old, so young diba? Student assistant siya (Marillac Grantee, that's what we prefer to call them) A kind hearted person whose dram is to become a saint. He died due to Cardiac Arrest (yun ang sabi ngprof namin). I was so shocked after kong marini yung balita. Hindi naman kami close pero I often see him sa school, laging naka smile. He seem pretty optimistic. Nakakapanghinayang ang buhay niya.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I remembered tuloy one of my classmates, she died earlier this year. She was so young.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ito lang namn ang masasabi ko. Panapanahon lang yan. We never know kung kelan ang time natin. So let us treasure everyday of our life as if ito yung first and last natin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want to offer this prayer to Jason and Liaza. And all the souls of the departed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt; &lt;i&gt;Eternal rest grant unto them , O Lord.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;And let perpetual light shine upon them .&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;May their soul, and the souls of all the faithful departed, rest in peace.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Amen.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3738909719354752507-2703753275941562095?l=teatrogurl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://teatrogurl.blogspot.com/feeds/2703753275941562095/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3738909719354752507&amp;postID=2703753275941562095' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3738909719354752507/posts/default/2703753275941562095'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3738909719354752507/posts/default/2703753275941562095'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://teatrogurl.blogspot.com/2008/08/realization.html' title='Realization'/><author><name>louraine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14772056750100959889</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ibuIj28N4-c/TrFBRYpyyJI/AAAAAAAAASw/19BWS6i0Z9o/s220/310479_2632597894464_1240891450_33178588_319445508_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3738909719354752507.post-1675566041321482143</id><published>2008-08-17T08:45:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-27T21:50:25.198+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Aspiring Traveler</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;                         Sa edad kong to di pa rin ako pinapayagan to travel alone. Wala din kasing pera eh. Madami akong places na gustong marating. Siguro I can list them down.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Philippines&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fLnnr73-4W0/SKd8m04O8cI/AAAAAAAAADw/1ampPz2OLP0/s1600-h/greece.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 237px; height: 178px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fLnnr73-4W0/SKd8m04O8cI/AAAAAAAAADw/1ampPz2OLP0/s320/greece.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5235290098312868290" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Palawan&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Boracay (yes di pa ako nakakapunta don)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Bohol&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Cebu ( iwanno go back to the place where i was born&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Vigan&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Davao&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Zamboanga&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Pangasinan (100 Islands)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Around the Globe&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;Japan&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Singapore&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Vietnam&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Thaailand&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Malaysia (sayang di ako natuloy dito last year)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;South Korea (Annyong)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Taiwan (Nihao)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;China&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Paris&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Greece&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Las Vegas&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;L.A.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;N.Y.&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fLnnr73-4W0/SKd9qQhuA9I/AAAAAAAAAD4/6RTNW9WR-1c/s1600-h/japan.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fLnnr73-4W0/SKd9qQhuA9I/AAAAAAAAAD4/6RTNW9WR-1c/s320/japan.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5235291256785863634" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Brunie&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Jamaica&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Africa&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Londn!&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;                        Siguro dadagdagan ko na lang to sa susunod (hehe). Dream on Louraine&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3738909719354752507-1675566041321482143?l=teatrogurl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://teatrogurl.blogspot.com/feeds/1675566041321482143/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3738909719354752507&amp;postID=1675566041321482143' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3738909719354752507/posts/default/1675566041321482143'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3738909719354752507/posts/default/1675566041321482143'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://teatrogurl.blogspot.com/2008/08/aspiring-traveler.html' title='Aspiring Traveler'/><author><name>louraine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14772056750100959889</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ibuIj28N4-c/TrFBRYpyyJI/AAAAAAAAASw/19BWS6i0Z9o/s220/310479_2632597894464_1240891450_33178588_319445508_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fLnnr73-4W0/SKd8m04O8cI/AAAAAAAAADw/1ampPz2OLP0/s72-c/greece.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3738909719354752507.post-4731099770382577443</id><published>2008-08-13T08:45:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-13T09:45:20.781+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Our first MV</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;                  Let me share our first MV from school. Wala lang, napagtripan lang namin one day na gain to. hahaha.. hope you'll enjoy it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-3a88a5006ecfe73f" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/get_player"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="flvurl=http://v22.nonxt1.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D3a88a5006ecfe73f%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331253895%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D1A3AC10D0AD89E00CF53F6ABC91C5AFB6FB0ADB3.5BE52D0A63959802C467C8673C6CE0598C90777E%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D3a88a5006ecfe73f%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DuFVpXI1PcY6Tjo5jt9j6xhpO9vE&amp;amp;autoplay=0&amp;amp;ps=blogger"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/get_player" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"width="320" height="266" bgcolor="#FFFFFF"flashvars="flvurl=http://v22.nonxt1.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D3a88a5006ecfe73f%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331253895%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D1A3AC10D0AD89E00CF53F6ABC91C5AFB6FB0ADB3.5BE52D0A63959802C467C8673C6CE0598C90777E%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D3a88a5006ecfe73f%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DuFVpXI1PcY6Tjo5jt9j6xhpO9vE&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3738909719354752507-4731099770382577443?l=teatrogurl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='enclosure' type='video/mp4' href='http://www.blogger.com/video-play.mp4?contentId=3a88a5006ecfe73f&amp;type=video%2Fmp4' length='0'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://teatrogurl.blogspot.com/feeds/4731099770382577443/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3738909719354752507&amp;postID=4731099770382577443' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3738909719354752507/posts/default/4731099770382577443'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3738909719354752507/posts/default/4731099770382577443'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://teatrogurl.blogspot.com/2008/08/our-first-mv.html' title='Our first MV'/><author><name>louraine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14772056750100959889</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ibuIj28N4-c/TrFBRYpyyJI/AAAAAAAAASw/19BWS6i0Z9o/s220/310479_2632597894464_1240891450_33178588_319445508_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3738909719354752507.post-2452460295248084482</id><published>2008-08-10T15:19:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-11T12:05:06.649+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Agnes of God</title><content type='html'>&lt;meta equiv="Content-Type" content="text/html; 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While searching for the answer that her supervisors want, Dr. Livingston finds herself inevitably drawn into searching for the truth about the ba&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;by's conception and death. Despite the lack of co&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;operation that she receives from her own organization and the church, itself, she eventu&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;ally discovers more than she may have bargained for. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="text-align: justify; line-height: 150%;font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;                          &lt;/span&gt;Agnes of God is a story which unfolds diverse kinds of social conflicts that may occur in a person. It shows how a person can be affected psychologically by the way she (Agnes) is brought up. She was molested by her own mother, was been humiliated in front of people and to make matters worse she was deprived of the chance to learn. Living everyday with that way of life, she grew up being ignorant (though she was tagged as innocent). You see the disadvantage of being a so called “innocent”? She was molested and yet she doesn’t know who did it. She got pregnant and still she doesn’t that she was indeed pregnant. All she knows is that whenever she stains her bed sheet or when she grows bigger (due to being in the adolescences period) she thinks she is not beautiful and thus punish herself. What triggered her to do such things? It’s all because of the way she was brought up. Duri&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fLnnr73-4W0/SJ6XZfmv91I/AAAAAAAAADo/t6BLcGU42Ks/s1600-h/agnes.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fLnnr73-4W0/SJ6XZfmv91I/AAAAAAAAADo/t6BLcGU42Ks/s320/agnes.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5232786281287645010" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;ng her childhood days, her mother would yell at her and tell her that she is ugly and that she is not worthy of some sort. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="text-align: justify; line-height: 150%;font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;            &lt;/span&gt;As a child your social being is important to you. You believe in everything that is said to you. So if you are often scolded and yelled at in front of so many people, you would eventually loose your self-esteem. And that is the case of Agnes, even after her mother died she was still deprived with the knowledge she needs. The innocence she had became a threat to her simple and peaceful life.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="text-align: justify; line-height: 150%;font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;            &lt;/span&gt;Mother Miriam Ruth on the other hand became an epitome of a woman who had achieved a family and in the end entered the convent after her divorce. She doesn’t want her niece (Agnes) to experience such misfortune like what her sister had experience that is why she made everything possible to protect Agnes and let her in to the convent. She had never seen her daughter and even her granddaughter after she entered the convent. Even though it is not directly shown on the play. It can be hinted that Mother Miriam missed her life before entering the convent. IT was shown during the time she was talking to Dr. Livingston and took a stick of cigar stating that she missed it. She knew everything about Agnes’ pregnancy but doesn’t know what to do about it. She wanted to hide it but she said that she is still a morale person thus wanted to have the case cleared. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="text-align: justify; line-height: 150%;font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;            &lt;/span&gt;Dr. Martha Livingston is a psychiatrist with her own social problems. She was divorced and her mother is angry at her because of an unknown reason. She is angry with the church because her sister died in the convent. She is often compared with her sister Mari, her mother emphasize this every time Dr. Livingston visits her at the center. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="text-align: justify; line-height: 150%;font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;            &lt;/span&gt;This three woman were intertwined by a mysterious case of murder inside the convent. Agnes deliberately forgot what happened during the night of the crime. Mother Miriam protects Agnes by shielding all useful information that Dr. Livingston might need. In the end the truth was revealed. It was Agnes who had killed her own child. Thinking that she was not worthy of that gift from God. She deliberately wrapped the cored on the child’s neck and put it on the wastepaper basket. This case ended stating that Agnes is not to be held responsible of the action because she was unaware of the situation. She needed counseling to help her heal he wounds from her past. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="text-align: justify; line-height: 150%;font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; line-height: 150%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3738909719354752507-2452460295248084482?l=teatrogurl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://teatrogurl.blogspot.com/feeds/2452460295248084482/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3738909719354752507&amp;postID=2452460295248084482' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3738909719354752507/posts/default/2452460295248084482'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3738909719354752507/posts/default/2452460295248084482'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://teatrogurl.blogspot.com/2008/08/agnes-of-gold.html' title='Agnes of God'/><author><name>louraine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14772056750100959889</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ibuIj28N4-c/TrFBRYpyyJI/AAAAAAAAASw/19BWS6i0Z9o/s220/310479_2632597894464_1240891450_33178588_319445508_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fLnnr73-4W0/SJ6XZfmv91I/AAAAAAAAADo/t6BLcGU42Ks/s72-c/agnes.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3738909719354752507.post-3262517918792940339</id><published>2008-08-09T21:38:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-10T15:19:12.347+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Read! Read! Read!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;                                   Reading has always been my passion. I admire a lot of authors and i believe that they are truly blessed.They can make readers think that they are in a different world. Alam ninyo yun yung feeling ninyo part na rin kayo nung book.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fLnnr73-4W0/SJ6WTLz2jQI/AAAAAAAAADg/XNuFMpGMyeQ/s1600-h/harry.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fLnnr73-4W0/SJ6WTLz2jQI/AAAAAAAAADg/XNuFMpGMyeQ/s320/harry.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5232785073383050498" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;                       Parang yung feeling ko while I was reading Dear John by Nicolas Sparks. Feeling ko friend ako ni John. Ako yung unsung character sa book (hehe). Kasi parang andun talaga ako.  Katabi ni John, kinikilig pagmagkasama sila ni Savannah.&lt;br /&gt;                      Ganon din yung naramdaman ko nung binabasa ko yung Harry Potter Series. Feeling ko ako si Harry, ako si Herm&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;ione, parang ako si Ron. Masyado akong naging obsessed sa book. PArang pag nagbukas ako ng book, automatic hinihigop na nun ako papunta sa setting ng story nila.&lt;br /&gt;            It's really interesting. I promise.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;ps.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;and by the way. Harry Potter 6 will be showing on November.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3738909719354752507-3262517918792940339?l=teatrogurl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://teatrogurl.blogspot.com/feeds/3262517918792940339/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3738909719354752507&amp;postID=3262517918792940339' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3738909719354752507/posts/default/3262517918792940339'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3738909719354752507/posts/default/3262517918792940339'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://teatrogurl.blogspot.com/2008/08/read-read-read.html' title='Read! Read! Read!'/><author><name>louraine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14772056750100959889</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ibuIj28N4-c/TrFBRYpyyJI/AAAAAAAAASw/19BWS6i0Z9o/s220/310479_2632597894464_1240891450_33178588_319445508_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fLnnr73-4W0/SJ6WTLz2jQI/AAAAAAAAADg/XNuFMpGMyeQ/s72-c/harry.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3738909719354752507.post-7777037209589389957</id><published>2008-08-08T02:48:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-08T11:57:04.541+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Difference</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fLnnr73-4W0/SJvDNVwnwVI/AAAAAAAAADY/h9x2TugwMyE/s1600-h/emotioas.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fLnnr73-4W0/SJvDNVwnwVI/AAAAAAAAADY/h9x2TugwMyE/s320/emotioas.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5231990026067755346" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;            My last post was about me answering the question from: Inside the Actor's Studio. Sinabi ko dun na ang pinaka love ko na word is &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;"FEELINGS" &lt;/span&gt;at ang pinaka hate ko is &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;"EMOTIONS"&lt;/span&gt;. Tingin ninyo may differnce ba siya?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;           Well for those of you na naka attend na ng seminar by Brahma Kumaris alam na ninyo ang difference niya. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Feelings &lt;/span&gt;yun yung magagandang katangian natin, like love, joy, charity, hope and so on. Samantalang ang &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Emotions &lt;/span&gt;naman yun yung mga bad things, gaya ng anger, lust and envy. Minsan nahihilo narin tayo kung ano nga ba ang diffrenece ng dalwang words. We often use them with the same meaning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;           Sabi ni Sister Jaya from the Brahma Kumaris, we were born with 60 plus feelings. Imagine kung gano tayo kabait. But habang tumatanda tayo those feelings were change into emotions. Sabi pa ni Sister Jaya, ang taong nagbabait-baitan ay hindi nagpapaka-plastic. Nag papaka-totoo lang siya. Kung masama ka, yun nag papaka-plastic ka nun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;            We are all good people, kaya nga we often say na new born babies are good and are free from sin eh. Kasi by virtue talaga we are all good.  Nasasaatin na lang yun if we want to stay good or if we want to be bad. Kaya nga saludo ako sa mga taong mababait eh. Those who are willing to help. Kasi sabi nga: be the change that you want to see.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;            If you want to see peace, prosperity and happiness. Start it within yourself. You'll see that what you are doing will have the ripple effect and may touch everyone around you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3738909719354752507-7777037209589389957?l=teatrogurl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://teatrogurl.blogspot.com/feeds/7777037209589389957/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3738909719354752507&amp;postID=7777037209589389957' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3738909719354752507/posts/default/7777037209589389957'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3738909719354752507/posts/default/7777037209589389957'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://teatrogurl.blogspot.com/2008/08/difference.html' title='The Difference'/><author><name>louraine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14772056750100959889</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ibuIj28N4-c/TrFBRYpyyJI/AAAAAAAAASw/19BWS6i0Z9o/s220/310479_2632597894464_1240891450_33178588_319445508_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fLnnr73-4W0/SJvDNVwnwVI/AAAAAAAAADY/h9x2TugwMyE/s72-c/emotioas.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3738909719354752507.post-9090364664894110515</id><published>2008-08-07T12:11:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-12T09:27:20.150+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Inside the actor's studio</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fLnnr73-4W0/SJp8wplbjQI/AAAAAAAAADQ/qLUjEcJQzh0/s1600-h/inside.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fLnnr73-4W0/SJp8wplbjQI/AAAAAAAAADQ/qLUjEcJQzh0/s320/inside.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5231631092382665986" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;      Binabasa ko yung blog ni Ms. Bianca G. (superbianca.blogspot.com) nung mabsa ko yung post niya about answering questions from the show: Inside the Actor's Studio. Na inspire ako na mangarap and to answer the questions too. Kunwari guest din ako. Kahit hindi ako Actor diba. Kunwari lang. There is no harm in dreaming...&lt;br /&gt;         &lt;br /&gt;      I hope hindi magalit si Ms. Bianca sa ginawa kong ito.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;What's your favorite word?&lt;/span&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Feelings&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;What's your least favorite word?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Emotions&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;What turns you on?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Humility&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;What turns you off?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Arrogance&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;What sound or noise do you love?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sound of the sea&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;What sound or noise d you hate?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Violence&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;what is your favorite curse word?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Siguro uhhhmmmm... Damn!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;What profession other than your own would you like to attempt?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Law&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;What profession would you not like to do?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Military&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;If heaven exists, What would you like to hear God say when you arrive at the Pearly Gates?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well done child. You've done your part.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;          Kayo ano mga answers ninyo? Much thanks to Ms. Bianca Gonzalez..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3738909719354752507-9090364664894110515?l=teatrogurl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://teatrogurl.blogspot.com/feeds/9090364664894110515/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3738909719354752507&amp;postID=9090364664894110515' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3738909719354752507/posts/default/9090364664894110515'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3738909719354752507/posts/default/9090364664894110515'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://teatrogurl.blogspot.com/2008/08/inside-actors-studio.html' title='Inside the actor&apos;s studio'/><author><name>louraine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14772056750100959889</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ibuIj28N4-c/TrFBRYpyyJI/AAAAAAAAASw/19BWS6i0Z9o/s220/310479_2632597894464_1240891450_33178588_319445508_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fLnnr73-4W0/SJp8wplbjQI/AAAAAAAAADQ/qLUjEcJQzh0/s72-c/inside.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3738909719354752507.post-7101798346957385232</id><published>2008-08-07T11:34:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-07T12:09:36.693+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Unity Amidst  Diversity</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fLnnr73-4W0/SJp1eLoXxrI/AAAAAAAAADI/JhZUDjWT5J4/s1600-h/unity.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fLnnr73-4W0/SJp1eLoXxrI/AAAAAAAAADI/JhZUDjWT5J4/s320/unity.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5231623078522898098" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;        BARACS ’08 is now one of the most unforgettable trainings I’ve been part of lots and lots of Leadership Training Seminars for several years now, but these has been one of the few which would stay in my heart forever. Sino ba naman ang makakalimot sa mga paghihirap na nadanasan nila don?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Since day one, from the first speaker up until the last, yung war games, relay, the stations, pati na yung habulan ng pato. Lahat yun never kung makakalimutan. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; I was part of a team (Bravo! War! War!) where there were diveresed type of student leaders. Andun yung mga super carrer (present!) yung mga silent type, meron ding mga merciful type. Imagine sa ganung ka diverse na team, kami pa rin ang na emerge  as the champion. Anong secret ng team namin? It’s our unity, accepting each other’s opinion. We were united in one goal. That is to enjoy each and every experience, as long as we are complete everything is okay. We may never be consistent with our plans but never naming idinesregard ang opinion na kada isa saamin, kung my new ideas go lang ng go! We love each member of the team, giving them the opportunity to open up and do whatever they want. Pag may isang nahuli sa team sinisugro naming na he’ll be set free. ( diba Mikko?) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Sa lahat ng LTS na nasalihan ko. Ito lang yung talagang nagging totoo. Hindi siya yung sobrang idealistic, na parang lahat ng student leaders sobrang galling na. Naging open lahat sa pag babago. Ang sarap sabihin na I was part of the team who showed what unity really is. Hindi sa pagmamayabang, kami lang siguro yung team na pag uwi sa kanin-kanilang mga bahay text agad saying we miss them and to take care.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Sa mga gnitong activity. It’s not just about the new learning that you would acquire. It’s also about new found friends, and how you would make it last.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3738909719354752507-7101798346957385232?l=teatrogurl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://teatrogurl.blogspot.com/feeds/7101798346957385232/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3738909719354752507&amp;postID=7101798346957385232' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3738909719354752507/posts/default/7101798346957385232'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3738909719354752507/posts/default/7101798346957385232'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://teatrogurl.blogspot.com/2008/08/unity-amidst-diversity.html' title='Unity Amidst  Diversity'/><author><name>louraine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14772056750100959889</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ibuIj28N4-c/TrFBRYpyyJI/AAAAAAAAASw/19BWS6i0Z9o/s220/310479_2632597894464_1240891450_33178588_319445508_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fLnnr73-4W0/SJp1eLoXxrI/AAAAAAAAADI/JhZUDjWT5J4/s72-c/unity.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3738909719354752507.post-7442577662199611474</id><published>2008-07-30T18:07:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-27T21:54:47.986+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Bloging Once Again: A re-Birth</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i164.photobucket.com/albums/u6/roreyn/snapshot-2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; 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 &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; text-indent: 0.5in; font-family: arial;"&gt;I wanted to write a new blog for my site. But unfortunately I was not able to make one. I don’t know if it is because of school or I was just lazy. I can never make school work as an excuse for I know that I am not that busy. I just can’t find the courage of writing a new blog. Maybe because I haven’t had anything to share now, unlike during the summer vacation where I had experienced a lot and learned a lot from my politics and history teacher. Now, there are only a few things to say. Lesson that I have learned from books and that I have learned while watching shows on the television, but I know that these are a little bit boring. It’s not that interesting at all. &lt;st1:city st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;Reading&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:city&gt; is like a hobby that I cannot be able to let go off. This is the only way were I can learn new things. Watching on the other hand makes me understand thing that are hard to comprehend. It made me forget about writing. I missed writing on my blog. Here I can express myself freely; there isn’t a thing that makes me uncomfortable. I know for a fact that I am not a prolific writer. I may not be able to use such flowery statement. But I know that whenever I write something it is from the bottom of my heart. I sometimes, tend to write a blog without direction, but this is me I don’t have any direction, in life I’m just a carefree lass who can be a source of a lot of trouble. But I’m not afraid to share to each and everyone my dream, my goals and aspirations. That’s why I love writing, I was really happy when I was nominated at the Candymag Teen Blog Awards, and became part of the Semi-finalists. Though I wasn’t lucky enough to be part of the final blog entries to be chosen as the winner, it boosts my self-esteem. Frankly speaking maybe, not being able to participate in the finals made me sad. Thus, it made me feel bad about writing again. But now I’m back. Willing to take any criticism that anyone might throw at me, I’m stronger that before. And I promise that I’ll keep you all posted. I mean that literally. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3738909719354752507-7442577662199611474?l=teatrogurl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://teatrogurl.blogspot.com/feeds/7442577662199611474/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3738909719354752507&amp;postID=7442577662199611474' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3738909719354752507/posts/default/7442577662199611474'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3738909719354752507/posts/default/7442577662199611474'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://teatrogurl.blogspot.com/2008/07/bloging-once-again-re-birth.html' title='Bloging Once Again: A re-Birth'/><author><name>louraine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14772056750100959889</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ibuIj28N4-c/TrFBRYpyyJI/AAAAAAAAASw/19BWS6i0Z9o/s220/310479_2632597894464_1240891450_33178588_319445508_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3738909719354752507.post-6069205553779622203</id><published>2008-06-02T16:43:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-27T21:54:54.054+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Are you ready to VOTE?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fLnnr73-4W0/SEPEopY_thI/AAAAAAAAACw/FXZAhn4OfHo/s1600-h/vote.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 451px; height: 188px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fLnnr73-4W0/SEPEopY_thI/AAAAAAAAACw/FXZAhn4OfHo/s320/vote.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5207221796754929170" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To all the candy girls out there I'm not talking about the candy teen blog awards. I'm talking about the forthcoming elections.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The next Presidential or National Election is imminent. The campaigns of the potential candidates are there. It may not be evident as purely campaigning but it is a sure way of letting the voting public  know what they are up to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;     A citizen of this country can freely exercise their right to suffrage when they have meet the requirements of the constitution: first, they have to be of legal age, meaning they should be at least 18 years old on or before the day of the election. Second, they should be Filipino citizens, natural born or naturalized, should have at least lived in the Philippines for a year after they where naturalized and at least six months if ever they have transferred to another place. Third and the most important thing is that they should be a registered voter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    Disqualifications are also given to people who are convicted with criminal cases and for those who have not yet perfected the above said requirements.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    But are these requirements enough for us to vote? Are we mature enough to choose the rightful candidate for such candidate, for such a delicate position? Do we at least have knowledge on what they are up to? Are we aware of the nature of their.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    Speaking on my own opinion, I believe that at 18 we are not yet that ripe or mature enough to decide or choose who the appropriate candidate should be.  But according to the constitution  most of the youth who are between 18 and 20 years old are mature enough to handle such decision, they are more idealistic.  This is because they now understand what is happening in our society today. They know know what they need and want. Being exposed to the media makes them more aware  on the on goings in our society. To sum it all up up you can get married at the age of 18 and that is a much harder decision that choosing who the next  President should be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    I would agree on some matters, but not all of them are agreeable. I still think that not that as adolescents we are more prickle minded. But let us be thankful that we are given the chance to help shape our future. Because the leaders of today not only leads and make law for these generation but it would be carried out on up until the time when it would be needed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    Now may I ask you guys. Are you ready to VOTE?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3738909719354752507-6069205553779622203?l=teatrogurl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://teatrogurl.blogspot.com/feeds/6069205553779622203/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3738909719354752507&amp;postID=6069205553779622203' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3738909719354752507/posts/default/6069205553779622203'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3738909719354752507/posts/default/6069205553779622203'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://teatrogurl.blogspot.com/2008/06/are-you-ready-to-vote.html' title='Are you ready to VOTE?'/><author><name>louraine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14772056750100959889</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ibuIj28N4-c/TrFBRYpyyJI/AAAAAAAAASw/19BWS6i0Z9o/s220/310479_2632597894464_1240891450_33178588_319445508_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fLnnr73-4W0/SEPEopY_thI/AAAAAAAAACw/FXZAhn4OfHo/s72-c/vote.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3738909719354752507.post-1817758270309381111</id><published>2008-04-27T16:11:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T19:25:12.083+08:00</updated><title type='text'>A Search for Truth on the eve of Earth day</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fLnnr73-4W0/SBREdWBMY8I/AAAAAAAAACo/8w_lWtLTWQg/s1600-h/jlo.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fLnnr73-4W0/SBREdWBMY8I/AAAAAAAAACo/8w_lWtLTWQg/s320/jlo.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5193851541182505922" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;        It was a rather ordinary Monday morning. The 21&lt;sup&gt;st&lt;/sup&gt; of April. But no it was not, it was actually extraordinary. We, together with some first year nursing students and two of my friends, had a rare opportunity to meet and talk to Engr. Rodolfo Noel “Jun” Lozada, Jr. It was during his Crusade for Truth Forum at St. Louise de Marilac College of Sorsogon, of course at &lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:placename st="on"&gt;Sorsogon&lt;/st1:placename&gt; &lt;st1:placetype st="on"&gt;City&lt;/st1:placetype&gt;&lt;/st1:place&gt;, Sorsogon. It’s a three hour trip from &lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:placename st="on"&gt;Naga&lt;/st1:placename&gt; &lt;st1:placetype st="on"&gt;City&lt;/st1:placetype&gt;&lt;/st1:place&gt;. Everyone was anxious while on the way to the venue. After about an hour of traveling they became restless. I am not fond of nursing students, they’re somewhat annoying. That’s an honest opinion from me okay. You would understand me when you’re studying at my school. Anyway back to the main topic. We arrived at the venue an hour and a half earlier that Engr. Jun. We first sign up for registration and then went up at their auditorium. There where only few people in the hall. Most of them are college students from SLMCS.   &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;            &lt;/span&gt;    Engr. Lozada arrived on time; the master of ceremony announced his arrival at exactly 10:30 am. He looks thinner and even paler when you see him in person. Maybe because of all the pressures he has been encountering. He was with his angels. And talked in an incredible good bikol dialect all through out the forum!&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;            &lt;/span&gt;    After the welcome speech Engr. Jun was the next one to talk, he shared the lesson in life that he have learned in his journey for the search of truth.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Lesson: &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left: 0.5in; text-align: justify; text-indent: -0.25in;"&gt;&lt;!--[if !supportLists]--&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;1.&lt;span style=""&gt;      &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;!--[endif]--&gt;Corruption is very well accepted in our country- Most of us would just say that we cannot do anything more because that is it. They would go on doing the same things over and over again. So why waste our time fighting?&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left: 0.5in; text-align: justify; text-indent: -0.25in;"&gt;&lt;!--[if !supportLists]--&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;2.&lt;span style=""&gt;      &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;!--[endif]--&gt;If you’re telling the truth why would you hide? – This was the question his son asked him once. He has a point there, but then again think. Everything has turned chaotic now. What is right is now considered wrong. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left: 0.5in; text-align: justify; text-indent: -0.25in;"&gt;&lt;!--[if !supportLists]--&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;3.&lt;span style=""&gt;      &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;!--[endif]--&gt;Be a model. Start with your family- If you are working for the government don’t give your child anything that is from your office, may it be a ball pen or a pencil. This would be a signal for them that corruption should not be practiced at all.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left: 0.5in; text-align: justify; text-indent: -0.25in;"&gt;&lt;!--[if !supportLists]--&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;4.&lt;span style=""&gt;      &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;!--[endif]--&gt;When you are bringing the light in a dark room you are the first one to be noticed and even your dirt would be seen- have you noticed that when you are in the limelight you would most probably receive criticisms more than praises. That’s our problem. Unless we can’t find anything wrong in what the persons saying we won’t stop. But we would never believe either.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left: 0.5in; text-align: justify; text-indent: -0.25in;"&gt;&lt;!--[if !supportLists]--&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;5.&lt;span style=""&gt;      &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;!--[endif]--&gt;Corruption doesn’t only robs our money but also our hope- people would say that they have loss hope with our present society, thinking that nothing would change. It’s somewhat unfortunate for our country that is known for being strong and can fight other countries just to achieve independence. Why can’t we fight now? It’s because little by little the government is robbing our hope away from us. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;    After about two hours of our conversation with Engr. Lozada, we went home. Another three hour journey, but the activity doesn’t stop there the following morning we had our own celebration of Earth day. Our school’s organization, the SAVE ME movement had a free concert at Avenue Plaza Hotel here in Naga city. This is to advocate us on how to help preserve mother earth. We should start from ourselves. Remember small steps can make you go on further.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3738909719354752507-1817758270309381111?l=teatrogurl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://teatrogurl.blogspot.com/feeds/1817758270309381111/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3738909719354752507&amp;postID=1817758270309381111' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3738909719354752507/posts/default/1817758270309381111'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3738909719354752507/posts/default/1817758270309381111'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://teatrogurl.blogspot.com/2008/04/search-for-truth-on-eve-of-earth-day.html' title='A Search for Truth on the eve of Earth day'/><author><name>louraine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14772056750100959889</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ibuIj28N4-c/TrFBRYpyyJI/AAAAAAAAASw/19BWS6i0Z9o/s220/310479_2632597894464_1240891450_33178588_319445508_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fLnnr73-4W0/SBREdWBMY8I/AAAAAAAAACo/8w_lWtLTWQg/s72-c/jlo.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3738909719354752507.post-1564098087646132793</id><published>2008-04-27T15:19:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-27T15:37:39.806+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Truth, Justice, Freedom, Love, Equality, and Peace.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;            &lt;/span&gt;The Preamble of the 1987 Philippine Constitutions states this values on the end part of it. It is said that these are the most treasured values of Filipinos. But the question is not about the values itself; it’s about why they were it that order?   &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;            &lt;/span&gt;That answers is this: Truth comes first because this is the most important value in our society; it’s the key to everything else. What do people want? It is to be aware of the truth. Because when people are deprived of the truth they would become more restless and may cause rebellion. What they want is Justice. I myself cannot describe what justice is. My professor says that to define justice you must have at least felt injustice. I’m not recommending that you should let other people put you down though. When they have achieved justice they would now say that they are free, thus achieving Freedom. What kind of freedom is it exactly? It is the freedom from poverty, abuse, exploitation, and other inhumane acts. Then after which they would feel Love. When you are loved that means we are treated equally. In the end there would be peace.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;            &lt;/span&gt;That’s the magic of those values. But still for sp long we haven’t still achieved these values. People from the government are lying to us. There are a lot of people asking for justice and freedom. Some haven’t felt love and equality. Now all we ask for is peace. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;            &lt;/span&gt;We must always remember: Public Office is Public Trust. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;            &lt;/span&gt;How can we trust someone if they are not telling the truth?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3738909719354752507-1564098087646132793?l=teatrogurl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://teatrogurl.blogspot.com/feeds/1564098087646132793/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3738909719354752507&amp;postID=1564098087646132793' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3738909719354752507/posts/default/1564098087646132793'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3738909719354752507/posts/default/1564098087646132793'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://teatrogurl.blogspot.com/2008/04/truth-justice-freedom-love-equality-and.html' title='Truth, Justice, Freedom, Love, Equality, and Peace.'/><author><name>louraine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14772056750100959889</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ibuIj28N4-c/TrFBRYpyyJI/AAAAAAAAASw/19BWS6i0Z9o/s220/310479_2632597894464_1240891450_33178588_319445508_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3738909719354752507.post-5324650701764566154</id><published>2008-04-19T20:14:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T19:25:12.310+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Marcos Regime</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fLnnr73-4W0/SAnkfdoV53I/AAAAAAAAACg/Ff9pDqiP_LI/s1600-h/marcos.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fLnnr73-4W0/SAnkfdoV53I/AAAAAAAAACg/Ff9pDqiP_LI/s320/marcos.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5190931274702120818" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;I wasn’t born then, but people are talking about it. It’s part of our past and will be tackled on our future. But only those who have experienced it knows the real deal about it.   &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I am enrolled highly controversial subject: Politics. But what made me glued in my sit and listened to my teacher immensely is about the Marcos regime. My teacher said, the according to the constitution (1943 Constitution) when Marcos was elected, it stated there that a President can serve the country for four years during one term, then he can run for his second and last term for another four years. But because Marcos was really intelligent he wanted to rule over the &lt;st1:country-region st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;Philippines&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:country-region&gt; for a much longer period. On his last term he created Martial Law, but  according to my teacher nobody knew whether all of those crisis, rebellion and all sorts were true or are planned by Marcos to have full power over the &lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:country-region st="on"&gt;Philippines&lt;/st1:country-region&gt;&lt;/st1:place&gt;.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;After declaring Martial Law, he abruptly changed the constitution. But before that constitution become legal there should be voting among the people of the state, this is called the plebiscite. Marcos followed everything in the constitution but made a little trick. According to my professor, the 1943 constitution states that there can be a “&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;taasan ng mga kamay&lt;/span&gt;” way of voting. Imagine the number of people who would vote by raising there hands. The procedure would be this: representatives will ask the question (in this case are you in favor of a change in the constitution?) then it would be answered through raising of hands, then photographs would be taken to make sure that the people are in favor of the amendment. The catch is, voters were organized at 11 am when people are thirsty and hungry and the sun is up high. The question was: Who wants some softdrinks? People raised their hands, the pictures where taken in the end the constitution was changed. That was the time when we became Parliamentary. See how intelligent Marcos was. It is said that Marcos was one of the best speakers our country had. He was the bar exam topnotcher. But he became greed, he wanted more power. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3738909719354752507-5324650701764566154?l=teatrogurl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://teatrogurl.blogspot.com/feeds/5324650701764566154/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3738909719354752507&amp;postID=5324650701764566154' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3738909719354752507/posts/default/5324650701764566154'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3738909719354752507/posts/default/5324650701764566154'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://teatrogurl.blogspot.com/2008/04/marcos-regime.html' title='The Marcos Regime'/><author><name>louraine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14772056750100959889</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ibuIj28N4-c/TrFBRYpyyJI/AAAAAAAAASw/19BWS6i0Z9o/s220/310479_2632597894464_1240891450_33178588_319445508_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fLnnr73-4W0/SAnkfdoV53I/AAAAAAAAACg/Ff9pDqiP_LI/s72-c/marcos.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3738909719354752507.post-5701266719272789361</id><published>2008-04-19T19:03:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-19T19:07:10.572+08:00</updated><title type='text'>What do you know about our Politics?</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Let us talk about our politics now. I’m not referring to the persons that are handling the position. I’m referring to the government itself, the constitution and the past and present situation of our state. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Honestly speaking, before the start of our discussion in my politics class, I don’t have any idea about our constitution or the people who are governing us. I don’t care either. As long as my own welfare is being attended by this people, it would be okay with me. But it change after I have listened to my teacher in politics. Things became clear to me. Let me share to you my readers what constitutes our discussion for today.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;We have talked about the difference between the state and the nation. The difference is:&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;ol style="margin-top: 0in;" start="1" type="1"&gt;&lt;li class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;The state is a political concept, while the nation is      an ethnical concept. It is because the state is formed or comprised by      laws, ordinance and the constitution, the nation on the other hand is      covers the tradition, language and culture. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;The state is not subject for external control, while      the nation may or may not be independent to external control.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;A single state may consist of one or more nations or      people, and the nation may be made up of several states. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left: 1in; text-align: justify;"&gt;Example: The &lt;st1:country-region st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;United States of America&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:country-region&gt; is a state with many nation, The Arab nation on the other hand consist of one nation with different states. The &lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:country-region st="on"&gt;Philippines&lt;/st1:country-region&gt;&lt;/st1:place&gt; is a state with one nation.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;There are a lot of differentiation and meanings that we have learned in that subject. What made me wonder more is the real situation during the Marcos regime. How did Marcos became the longest ruler of our country. But that would be taken up on my next blog. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left: 1in; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;                                                            &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3738909719354752507-5701266719272789361?l=teatrogurl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://teatrogurl.blogspot.com/feeds/5701266719272789361/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3738909719354752507&amp;postID=5701266719272789361' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3738909719354752507/posts/default/5701266719272789361'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3738909719354752507/posts/default/5701266719272789361'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://teatrogurl.blogspot.com/2008/04/what-do-you-know-about-our-politics.html' title='What do you know about our Politics?'/><author><name>louraine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14772056750100959889</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ibuIj28N4-c/TrFBRYpyyJI/AAAAAAAAASw/19BWS6i0Z9o/s220/310479_2632597894464_1240891450_33178588_319445508_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3738909719354752507.post-1499533460244818098</id><published>2008-04-16T15:32:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T19:25:12.446+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The VP or the Boss</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fLnnr73-4W0/SAWr8uSWmsI/AAAAAAAAACY/PQt4wVWiWJU/s1600-h/peso.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fLnnr73-4W0/SAWr8uSWmsI/AAAAAAAAACY/PQt4wVWiWJU/s320/peso.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5189743205319875266" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Our Economic issue is once again in its heights. There are a lot of problems and concerns that are now growing and becoming a big threat in our system today. The question is: Why can’t Filipinos prosper? Why aren’t they rich? Why most of the businesses in our country are owned by Chinese business men?&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;The answer: It’s because Filipinos are contented on being the Vice-President of a company than owning their own. On the other hand a Chinese should own their own business when they reach the age of forty. See the difference? They say that most Filipino-Chinese or Chinoys are born rich so they are the one capable of having a capital in starting a business. Do you think so? Well you’re wrong. The only thing is Chinoys have more guts on asking for a loan to start a business than Filipinos. While Filipinos prays for luck to win the Lotto, Chinoys would go to a bank ask for a loan and then VIOLA! their now rich, where are the Pinoys? Still waiting for their lucky numbers to win in the next Lotto, I pity them. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;What more? Filipinos have inculcated in them the Spaniards attitude of Crab Mentality, while Chinese would help each other to prosper and get rich. Filipinos before the coming of the Spaniards have this distinct attitude: the BAYANIHAN. After 300 years of being &lt;st1:country-region st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;Spain&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:country-region&gt;’s colony that virtue suddenly became CRAB MENTALITY. One more thing, Chinese business men give gifts after a good job to show gratitude and to tell them that they have done a good job. Filipinos on the other hand ask for gifts before they would perform a certain task. Again that is a big difference. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Now what would you want to become the President of a company and still be an employee or own your OWN company?&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3738909719354752507-1499533460244818098?l=teatrogurl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://teatrogurl.blogspot.com/feeds/1499533460244818098/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3738909719354752507&amp;postID=1499533460244818098' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3738909719354752507/posts/default/1499533460244818098'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3738909719354752507/posts/default/1499533460244818098'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://teatrogurl.blogspot.com/2008/04/vp-or-boss.html' title='The VP or the Boss'/><author><name>louraine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14772056750100959889</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ibuIj28N4-c/TrFBRYpyyJI/AAAAAAAAASw/19BWS6i0Z9o/s220/310479_2632597894464_1240891450_33178588_319445508_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fLnnr73-4W0/SAWr8uSWmsI/AAAAAAAAACY/PQt4wVWiWJU/s72-c/peso.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3738909719354752507.post-6578102947559570787</id><published>2008-03-25T23:06:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T19:25:12.681+08:00</updated><title type='text'>randomness...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fLnnr73-4W0/R-kaRUiuvUI/AAAAAAAAACQ/4HLeZfzpgqw/s1600-h/sunset.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fLnnr73-4W0/R-kaRUiuvUI/AAAAAAAAACQ/4HLeZfzpgqw/s320/sunset.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5181701731140943170" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;in a life full of hopes and ambition can i be able to surpass it all? people around you are expecting you to become the best among all those hopeful and ambitious. sometimes i'm more pressured to be good for other people that for myself. i'm more determined to be a better person to show other people that i deserve what i have now. but i tried thinking about it! why would i care on what other people think about me? this is me. they should accept me for who i am. but then again i still need to be the best out of who i am. but i would do it for my own sake not for them to be proud of me. i want to be proud of my self. but i guess we can never live without it. so i would be just let it be. i would be myself and i would love my self. no matter what people think about me. ^_^&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3738909719354752507-6578102947559570787?l=teatrogurl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://teatrogurl.blogspot.com/feeds/6578102947559570787/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3738909719354752507&amp;postID=6578102947559570787' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3738909719354752507/posts/default/6578102947559570787'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3738909719354752507/posts/default/6578102947559570787'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://teatrogurl.blogspot.com/2008/03/randomness.html' title='randomness...'/><author><name>louraine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14772056750100959889</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ibuIj28N4-c/TrFBRYpyyJI/AAAAAAAAASw/19BWS6i0Z9o/s220/310479_2632597894464_1240891450_33178588_319445508_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fLnnr73-4W0/R-kaRUiuvUI/AAAAAAAAACQ/4HLeZfzpgqw/s72-c/sunset.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3738909719354752507.post-5675594535927107629</id><published>2008-03-19T09:28:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T19:25:12.908+08:00</updated><title type='text'>life isn't fair..</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fLnnr73-4W0/R-B3YRmf3fI/AAAAAAAAACA/LGbhIsPRosY/s1600-h/hearts.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fLnnr73-4W0/R-B3YRmf3fI/AAAAAAAAACA/LGbhIsPRosY/s320/hearts.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5179270830401510898" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hell... that's all i can say. i thought it wat was i've been waiting for all these time. yeah i've been hurt and still hurting. i don't want to look inferior that's why every time he's there i look head up and strong. but my heart's bleeding. oh gawd! i was there feeling yeah all right but then again he showed up and what?! he was being so egoistic and blabbering about something which isn't right. oh how i hate him. sorry. i'm being oh so dramatic. but hey i'm a girl. the emotional one. yeah emo! it sucks! believing and then being betrayed is one hard thing in my life today... i dunno how long this would be but i know it won't be that long. hell i won't let it! no one would ever see me crying, weeping or anything.  huh. believe me. this won't be long.  moral of the story? don't you let other people let you down. fight for your right. don't let those boys/girls let you feel inferior, coz no matter what happens God loves you...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3738909719354752507-5675594535927107629?l=teatrogurl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://teatrogurl.blogspot.com/feeds/5675594535927107629/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3738909719354752507&amp;postID=5675594535927107629' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3738909719354752507/posts/default/5675594535927107629'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3738909719354752507/posts/default/5675594535927107629'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://teatrogurl.blogspot.com/2008/03/life-isnt-fair.html' title='life isn&apos;t fair..'/><author><name>louraine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14772056750100959889</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ibuIj28N4-c/TrFBRYpyyJI/AAAAAAAAASw/19BWS6i0Z9o/s220/310479_2632597894464_1240891450_33178588_319445508_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fLnnr73-4W0/R-B3YRmf3fI/AAAAAAAAACA/LGbhIsPRosY/s72-c/hearts.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3738909719354752507.post-8803884396568661232</id><published>2008-03-16T08:53:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T19:25:13.103+08:00</updated><title type='text'>an allegory about life</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fLnnr73-4W0/R9x1Xhmf3eI/AAAAAAAAAB4/6UoKOM-LPUM/s1600-h/penci.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fLnnr73-4W0/R9x1Xhmf3eI/AAAAAAAAAB4/6UoKOM-LPUM/s320/penci.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5178142718586510818" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have read an allegory last night and I want to share it you:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A pencil maker told the pencils five important lessons.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First, everything you do will leave a mark.&lt;br /&gt;Second, you can always correct the mistakes you make.&lt;br /&gt;Third, what is important is what is inside you.&lt;br /&gt;Fourth, in life you will undergo painful sharpenings which will make you a better pencil.&lt;br /&gt;Ant the most important is, to be the best pencil you can be, you must allow yourself to be held and guided by the Hand that hold.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This allegory does not only fit with pencils. This is a beautiful guide for us. Everything about the allegory is true. That we are God's pencils and that this lessons are our guide to be a better pencil if not the best one.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3738909719354752507-8803884396568661232?l=teatrogurl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://teatrogurl.blogspot.com/feeds/8803884396568661232/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3738909719354752507&amp;postID=8803884396568661232' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3738909719354752507/posts/default/8803884396568661232'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3738909719354752507/posts/default/8803884396568661232'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://teatrogurl.blogspot.com/2008/03/allegory-about-life.html' title='an allegory about life'/><author><name>louraine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14772056750100959889</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ibuIj28N4-c/TrFBRYpyyJI/AAAAAAAAASw/19BWS6i0Z9o/s220/310479_2632597894464_1240891450_33178588_319445508_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fLnnr73-4W0/R9x1Xhmf3eI/AAAAAAAAAB4/6UoKOM-LPUM/s72-c/penci.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3738909719354752507.post-3455404299718090995</id><published>2008-03-15T15:43:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T19:25:13.223+08:00</updated><title type='text'>God would always be beside me</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fLnnr73-4W0/R9uLIhmf3ZI/AAAAAAAAABQ/VpWG9lIAI_U/s1600-h/footprints.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fLnnr73-4W0/R9uLIhmf3ZI/AAAAAAAAABQ/VpWG9lIAI_U/s320/footprints.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5177885175167573394" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my friend sent me a quote last night and i think that what he had sent was ultimately true. here i'll share it to you:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;one day you were crossing a bridge with God. You were scared, you asked God,"can i hold your hand so that would not fall in the river?" God said, "no child, i should hold your hand." you asked, " what is the difference?" God replied, " If you hold my hand and something happens, you might let go. If I hold your hand, n matter what happens,I'll &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;NEVER&lt;/span&gt; let go...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this quote made me realize that God is always there for me. I would always complain telling Him that He is being unfair, or I would say that i feel all alone and that He doesn't listen to me. Believe me God is always there for us. All we need to do trust Him. Have faith in Him. Remember the footprints in the sand? that is one great example of God's love to us. Isn't it nice to hear people say thank you when you had made something wonderful to them? God would also want to here those two seemingly insignificant word "Thank You."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3738909719354752507-3455404299718090995?l=teatrogurl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://teatrogurl.blogspot.com/feeds/3455404299718090995/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3738909719354752507&amp;postID=3455404299718090995' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3738909719354752507/posts/default/3455404299718090995'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3738909719354752507/posts/default/3455404299718090995'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://teatrogurl.blogspot.com/2008/03/god-would-always-be-beside-me.html' title='God would always be beside me'/><author><name>louraine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14772056750100959889</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ibuIj28N4-c/TrFBRYpyyJI/AAAAAAAAASw/19BWS6i0Z9o/s220/310479_2632597894464_1240891450_33178588_319445508_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fLnnr73-4W0/R9uLIhmf3ZI/AAAAAAAAABQ/VpWG9lIAI_U/s72-c/footprints.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3738909719354752507.post-7602429602398986472</id><published>2008-03-07T17:36:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T19:25:13.375+08:00</updated><title type='text'>education. i must say yes!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fLnnr73-4W0/R9uG1Rmf3YI/AAAAAAAAABI/v0C5Qr7lVOY/s1600-h/corot_woman_reading.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fLnnr73-4W0/R9uG1Rmf3YI/AAAAAAAAABI/v0C5Qr7lVOY/s320/corot_woman_reading.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5177880446408580482" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know that my blog title is knowledge gained but for the past year I haven't posted anything that might be connected to education. It is more on the experiences in my life and sharing my insights about it. But I believe that sharing my own experience would help other people gain knowledge that would help them in conquering their own problems in life. That is actually why i choose "knowledge gained" as my blog title. I know that in every experience there would always be a new learning that you would be able to add in your dictionary of life. Today I do not have anything new to share. i also believe that reading books and other materials would be a great help. We would only need to make our mind open to changes and opinions of others for us to be more educated. Being able to read and learn from experience can make you a very wise person. You can eventually help other people in times of needs.  Maybe I'll drop by tomorrow and share new insights.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3738909719354752507-7602429602398986472?l=teatrogurl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://teatrogurl.blogspot.com/feeds/7602429602398986472/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3738909719354752507&amp;postID=7602429602398986472' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3738909719354752507/posts/default/7602429602398986472'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3738909719354752507/posts/default/7602429602398986472'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://teatrogurl.blogspot.com/2008/03/education-i-must-say-yes.html' title='education. i must say yes!'/><author><name>louraine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14772056750100959889</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ibuIj28N4-c/TrFBRYpyyJI/AAAAAAAAASw/19BWS6i0Z9o/s220/310479_2632597894464_1240891450_33178588_319445508_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fLnnr73-4W0/R9uG1Rmf3YI/AAAAAAAAABI/v0C5Qr7lVOY/s72-c/corot_woman_reading.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3738909719354752507.post-878751092166655369</id><published>2008-01-03T20:55:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-15T18:32:57.858+08:00</updated><title type='text'>my birthday..</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Sinabi ko na nga na pag balik ko na lang ang kwento ko tungkol sa mga nangyari sakin &lt;/span&gt;during my birthday celebration. Well  &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;narito na ang mga kaganapan nung aking kaarawan. Alas otso na ng umaga ako nagsing after ng asalto ko. Wala sari-sarili ko lang yung asaltong yun. &lt;/span&gt;Feel &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;ko lang na wag munang matulog nung araw na yun. Para kako masulit ko yung oras ko. &lt;/span&gt;Now that I'm already 20 &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;parang ayaw kong magsayang ng oras. Nagamamadali akong makauwi samin sa Caramoan. Ayako kasing mag &lt;/span&gt;birthday &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;dito sa &lt;/span&gt;Naga. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Pagdating ko ng Caramoan nag simba ako, tapos  naghanda si lola para sa isang maliit na &lt;/span&gt;gathering. Imagine &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;kung ilan ang bisita ko. Nag-iisa lang yung &lt;/span&gt;friend &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;kapatid ko na &lt;/span&gt;schoolmate &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;ko ang umattend ng handaan. Pero &lt;/span&gt;in fairness &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;naman nun na lang ulit ako nakapaghanda. &lt;/span&gt;Last time &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;na naghanda ako &lt;/span&gt;was nung &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;debut ko. &lt;/span&gt;Then &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;syempre &lt;/span&gt;Christmas eve &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;na, may handaan na naman kami. &lt;/span&gt;I had my last confession for the year 2007. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Para ikako wala akong kasalnan kay &lt;/span&gt;God &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;sa pagpasok ng &lt;/span&gt;2008. All in all &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;masaya naman yung bakasyon ko. &lt;/span&gt;Now that I'm already 20 &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;madami akong naisip na mga bagay, &lt;/span&gt;that I don't give importance before. Like about  &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;sa buhay, sa kung ano ang gagawin ko &lt;/span&gt;after I graduate &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;sa &lt;/span&gt;College. Now i want to start praying the Novena. I'm not going to promise anything but I'll do my best to do all the things  &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;na naiisip ko. Yun na lang siguro ang &lt;/span&gt;new years resulution &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;ko.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3738909719354752507-878751092166655369?l=teatrogurl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://teatrogurl.blogspot.com/feeds/878751092166655369/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3738909719354752507&amp;postID=878751092166655369' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3738909719354752507/posts/default/878751092166655369'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3738909719354752507/posts/default/878751092166655369'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://teatrogurl.blogspot.com/2008/01/sinabi-ko-na-nga-na-pag-balik-ko-na.html' title='my birthday..'/><author><name>louraine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14772056750100959889</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ibuIj28N4-c/TrFBRYpyyJI/AAAAAAAAASw/19BWS6i0Z9o/s220/310479_2632597894464_1240891450_33178588_319445508_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3738909719354752507.post-2807506441589629440</id><published>2007-12-23T00:15:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-15T16:37:33.336+08:00</updated><title type='text'>a promise</title><content type='html'>It's my birthday tomorrow and I'm officially out of the teenage years. Wow  &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;dati  &lt;/span&gt;I was hoping to become a teenager  &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;tas ngayon eto na ako  &lt;/span&gt;turning 20. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Ang billis nga naman ng panahon oo. At dahil aalis ako at hindi makakapag blog bukas ay next year ko na lang ikikwento ang aking experience.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3738909719354752507-2807506441589629440?l=teatrogurl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://teatrogurl.blogspot.com/feeds/2807506441589629440/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3738909719354752507&amp;postID=2807506441589629440' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3738909719354752507/posts/default/2807506441589629440'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3738909719354752507/posts/default/2807506441589629440'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://teatrogurl.blogspot.com/2007/12/its-my-birthday-tomorrow-and-im.html' title='a promise'/><author><name>louraine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14772056750100959889</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ibuIj28N4-c/TrFBRYpyyJI/AAAAAAAAASw/19BWS6i0Z9o/s220/310479_2632597894464_1240891450_33178588_319445508_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3738909719354752507.post-7108713000641786779</id><published>2007-12-22T08:49:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T19:25:13.661+08:00</updated><title type='text'>An Unusual Christmas Party</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fLnnr73-4W0/R9uQJRmf3aI/AAAAAAAAABY/SYv_KgH6N4M/s1600-h/d+day.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fLnnr73-4W0/R9uQJRmf3aI/AAAAAAAAABY/SYv_KgH6N4M/s320/d+day.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5177890685610614178" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I never expected that our Christmas party would be that wonderful. Actually I thought it would only be like the same old type of Christmas part &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;na ginagawa namin. &lt;/span&gt;But to my surprise it was different.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My day started as the usual boring Friday-no-school atmosphere. I wake-up at the same time I wake-up everyday of my life, cook breakfast for me and my brother, do the laundry then wrote something for my blog. Afterwards I watched the same movie that I watched the day before. After watching I read John Grisham's The Testament, then watched another flick. At around 4:00 in the afternoon I took a bath then prepared for our Christmas party at Christine's house.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Before going to school I drop by Apple and Pipay's boardinghouse.When I arrived, I saw them packing their stuff because after the party they would be going home to their families for Christmas. We left their place at around 5:45 pm. When we arrived at the facade of our school we saw our adviser and other classmates waiting for us, we would go to the venue together because only Mami Benj knows the way to Christine's house. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Bukod pa don iniintay din pala kami ni &lt;/span&gt;Abby, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;para daw dun sa bayad sa barbecue na inorder namin.&lt;/span&gt; Ma'am Roxy and Chen-Chen left to buy ice cream, juice and cake at Robertson&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;. &lt;/span&gt;While waiting for a tricycle we had a minor problem. We were 9 and there was only one tricycle available. We ended up going there in two groups, the first one to arrive at the land mark Mami Benj had said would wait till the rest of us would turn up. Our group, I was with Apple, Pipay, James and Harlene, were the first to reach the land mark. While waiting for the rest of the gang we were talked about what gifts we would want to receive this Christmas. After 15 minutes the other batch arrived and we walked until we arrived at the venue.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But the party is not yet starting. We would still need to wait for Ma'am Roxy and the rest of the Mass Communication students who are on the way to the venue. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Para naman hindi kami ma-bore ay nag kulitan na lang kami. &lt;/span&gt;Everyone was really ecstatic about the party. Unfortunately those who are very thrilled about the party were the first year.  &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Dahil nabuburo na talaga kami sa kaiintay nagbiruan na lang kami, mag- iinuman na lang daw. &lt;/span&gt;And because I do not drink alcohol,&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; sabi nila eh walang kwenta daw ako kasama. Kaya yung bottled soda na lang yung ginawa naming alak. &lt;/span&gt;And take note we really did the &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;tagay &lt;/span&gt;thing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After 48 years of waiting, we were completed. The party started with the ever dependable tell-me-me-your-name-with-corresponding-adjective game. After that we had a game. And for the nth time now I was the game master. We stared it with name relay, I would give them a category then each of them would give a name that would be connected with it. Just like what is in Game KNB?. The categories were Movie titles, Song Titles and Branches of Science. The winners were Joyce, Apple and Hazel respectively. That was the start of real fun. When the last category, song titles, was announced every one was really excited. There were lots of titles coming out from Lupang Hinirang to ang Pilipinas kong Mahal. There was even Ye Ye Vonel and Honey My Love Sweet. In the end we were laughing and making our own song titles like &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Ang Nananabik &lt;/span&gt;by Benji,  &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Huwag Benji &lt;/span&gt;by Tristan and a lot more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We exchanged gifts and ate. I recieved a cute bag courtesy of Jeffrey. After eating we played &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Pinoy Henyo&lt;/span&gt; and food relay. There was another game called &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Sige Idikit Mo Pa.&lt;/span&gt; Where there would be a pair and the girl would be wearing a blindfold while the boy would be standing and tapes would be put all over his body. The objective of the game is to have as many tapes from your partners body be transferred to your face. Ma'am Roxy and Sir Aj won.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After the party we, Sir AJ, Apple, Pipay, Chen-Chen, Mey-Ann, Jay Mark, Wendel, Jeffrey and I, still had some &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;tambay &lt;/span&gt;moments at the plaza. We had real fun, still making up titlles and taking pictures. We even played skateboard and sadly I fell from the board. I promised not to use skateboard again. I'd rather do wakeboarding were I would not break my leg. We took pictures of ourselves looking like streetchildren asking for alms. Then We were joined by real streetchildren. Afterwards we were joined by &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Mamang Magtataho  &lt;/span&gt;who was selling &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;taho&lt;/span&gt; at 11 pm. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Sinubukan naming buhatin yung dala ni Manong pero mabigat talaga siya. &lt;/span&gt;The experience was similar to our immersion. It very heartwarming talking to the streetchildren and to &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Manong.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At around 12:00 mn we retired home, feeling happy and contented. That was the best Christmas party ever!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3738909719354752507-7108713000641786779?l=teatrogurl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://teatrogurl.blogspot.com/feeds/7108713000641786779/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3738909719354752507&amp;postID=7108713000641786779' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3738909719354752507/posts/default/7108713000641786779'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3738909719354752507/posts/default/7108713000641786779'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://teatrogurl.blogspot.com/2007/12/unusual-christmas-party.html' title='An Unusual Christmas Party'/><author><name>louraine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14772056750100959889</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ibuIj28N4-c/TrFBRYpyyJI/AAAAAAAAASw/19BWS6i0Z9o/s220/310479_2632597894464_1240891450_33178588_319445508_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fLnnr73-4W0/R9uQJRmf3aI/AAAAAAAAABY/SYv_KgH6N4M/s72-c/d+day.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3738909719354752507.post-5927138150509150382</id><published>2007-12-21T11:57:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T19:25:14.027+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Movies, Music and Love...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fLnnr73-4W0/R9uQ2Rmf3cI/AAAAAAAAABo/SgrMz5DI1TE/s1600-h/Music2350h.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fLnnr73-4W0/R9uQ2Rmf3cI/AAAAAAAAABo/SgrMz5DI1TE/s320/Music2350h.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5177891458704727490" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fLnnr73-4W0/R9uQjhmf3bI/AAAAAAAAABg/s_GHRRp01Rg/s1600-h/50-first-dates.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fLnnr73-4W0/R9uQjhmf3bI/AAAAAAAAABg/s_GHRRp01Rg/s320/50-first-dates.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5177891136582180274" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I've been watching movies almost everyday, and for the record I've watched those movies for the nth time now. Like 50 first dates and A walk to remember. And still i can't stop laughing and crying with the scenes. I simply can't resist the wonder of those movies. Now it's getting on my nerves. Hell, when would I stop watching them? I don't know maybe because I'm such a movie addict. But why can I just watch new movies then? Oh my God I'm going crazy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then I'm listening to all the same songs. I've been hearing for years now. I just can't move on.  It's like being addicted to something you can't go over with.  Jesus! Well I think I'm being melodramatic once again. Watching 5o first dates earlier this morning made me cry again. It made me laugh just the same way when I first watched it. Maybe because I'm a hopeless romantic, waiting for my Mr. Right to come.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I believe that is the same reason why I'm listening to the same songs on my playlist. Because deep inside me I'm wishing that those lyrics, no matter how cheesy they are, would also happen to my life. Oh sweetness! Am I that hopeless? Well that's life. This is how I want to live my life. To wait for the man of my dreams. Eeww! That was really cheesy! I just hate it when I start talking about love, relationship and couples. Then in the end I would be cynical with it. That after having one great relationship you would end up howling, asking yourself 'why on earth did that magnificent affair ended?'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;See I told you. Now I'm starting to become pessimistic once again. I can't help it. I grew in a family were my father is no where to be found. I think that's the main reason why I'm still hoping that one day i would find the person who is for me. I don't want to be like my mother. I want my children to grow seeing their father and I are very much in love with each other. Don't get me wrong. I love my mother and I appreciate her sacrifices, how she handled the situation. Being a mother and a father at the same time is not that easy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The only thing that makes me confuse about my parents break-up is that I never saw then squabble out of the relationship. They were all right. Then one day my mother told us that they were never married because my father was married LEGALLY to another woman to whom he had a son! Then when I was in 3rd year in high school, my grand parents told us that again our father was married to another woman and that is why my mom and my dad cannot work out the relationship anymore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well that is the very sad love story of my parents which I don't want to experience on my own. That is the same reason why I can't have any serious relationship. I think what I need is a father, not a boyfriend. I needed someone to take care of me. Oh how I miss my father even though my sibling think he's such an idiot for leaving my mother alone!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's why I'm very sneering when it comes to relationship. But I do believe in love. It's just that I haven't felt it yet. And I'm in no rush on falling for the wrong guy. I'm gonna take my time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For now I'll continue watching movies and listening to musics... And then I would slowly fall in love...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh what a crap!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3738909719354752507-5927138150509150382?l=teatrogurl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://teatrogurl.blogspot.com/feeds/5927138150509150382/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3738909719354752507&amp;postID=5927138150509150382' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3738909719354752507/posts/default/5927138150509150382'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3738909719354752507/posts/default/5927138150509150382'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://teatrogurl.blogspot.com/2007/12/movies-music-and-love.html' title='Movies, Music and Love...'/><author><name>louraine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14772056750100959889</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ibuIj28N4-c/TrFBRYpyyJI/AAAAAAAAASw/19BWS6i0Z9o/s220/310479_2632597894464_1240891450_33178588_319445508_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fLnnr73-4W0/R9uQ2Rmf3cI/AAAAAAAAABo/SgrMz5DI1TE/s72-c/Music2350h.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3738909719354752507.post-7008702841752387911</id><published>2007-12-15T17:55:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-19T19:51:11.266+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Network Wars. Annoying!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Media is the eye of the society. This is a fact that we can never deny. It's sees what people can't see. It goes beyond one event, searching deeper, looking for the real story about th specific event.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Being the fourth estate of the government, media practitioners are obliged to be responsible to their audience. Media is the key to everything. It can start war, one big example is EDSA revolution. Media can brainwash its audience. But hell! Media is being unfair! It is becoming selfish, profit-centered and that even if there would be other people who would be in the middle of the fight between networks who would even care. All they wanted to have is lots of money. Their income is what is important. Not their viewers. They're being untrue to themselves, telling their audience that they are important and bashing other networks. It's oh so annoying.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't want to work in this kind of system. But what can I do? I'm just a student. Hell no! Change would start with me. and that's what I'm sure of.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3738909719354752507-7008702841752387911?l=teatrogurl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://teatrogurl.blogspot.com/feeds/7008702841752387911/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3738909719354752507&amp;postID=7008702841752387911' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3738909719354752507/posts/default/7008702841752387911'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3738909719354752507/posts/default/7008702841752387911'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://teatrogurl.blogspot.com/2007/12/network-wars-annoying.html' title='Network Wars. Annoying!'/><author><name>louraine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14772056750100959889</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ibuIj28N4-c/TrFBRYpyyJI/AAAAAAAAASw/19BWS6i0Z9o/s220/310479_2632597894464_1240891450_33178588_319445508_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3738909719354752507.post-1943621287767168372</id><published>2007-12-09T05:46:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T19:25:14.218+08:00</updated><title type='text'>a new me! i hope so</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fLnnr73-4W0/R1saIP6jcRI/AAAAAAAAAAU/IbZYvs9mTJY/s1600-h/ako.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fLnnr73-4W0/R1saIP6jcRI/AAAAAAAAAAU/IbZYvs9mTJY/s320/ako.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5141732128586952978" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;        today is the most wonderful day of my life. I've learned a lot of things, from different sources. actually it may not only be a day but for six days now I've been engaged to different stories and it helped me. you see I've been dumbstruck. i feel like I'm a total idiot. I cannot follow my own rules. Shame on me! I haven't been in a relationship for over a year now. I always imagine that the boy talking to me now would be soulmate. I'm a total freak! I've lied for countless of times, to my friends, my family, and even to myself. though everything may not change, at least some of them did, in a way, changed. Thanks for all those movies, those books, and my daily experiences. I finished watching nine or so movies, finished a book, seen reality shows, and witnessed to wedding ( though it was mere coincidence that brought to those wedding yesterday) for a span of six days. Can you imagine that?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;      well you may ask me what would be the connection of those mentioned to what i believe in. it's like this. most of the movies i have watched is about love, life, friendship, tradition, family ties and dealing with your everyday quandary. the idea of being single ( i prefer that than alone, i'm single yes, but of course i'm not alone) is not an issue anymore. i think that the right guy for me will come at the right time.  that one day i would experience being wed, the way i have dreamed about it. maybe that's God reason why he lead me to that church yesterday. He wanted me to know that my time will come. my family problem? well i don't think that it is a problem anymore. i was just being  melodramatic. now i realized that no matter what happen my mother would love me, as much as she loves every single child she has, equally. I also realized that no one can really say that they know everything about you. only you can be the best judge about your own personality. and never be the person whom you are not. someday you will just find the right pair of shoes that would suit you. comfortable yet classy.&lt;br /&gt;   &lt;br /&gt;     do you get my point? well i hope so. anyway i won't have time to explain further. bye!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;   xoxo                         &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3738909719354752507-1943621287767168372?l=teatrogurl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://teatrogurl.blogspot.com/feeds/1943621287767168372/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3738909719354752507&amp;postID=1943621287767168372' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3738909719354752507/posts/default/1943621287767168372'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3738909719354752507/posts/default/1943621287767168372'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://teatrogurl.blogspot.com/2007/12/new-me-i-hope-so_08.html' title='a new me! i hope so'/><author><name>louraine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14772056750100959889</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ibuIj28N4-c/TrFBRYpyyJI/AAAAAAAAASw/19BWS6i0Z9o/s220/310479_2632597894464_1240891450_33178588_319445508_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fLnnr73-4W0/R1saIP6jcRI/AAAAAAAAAAU/IbZYvs9mTJY/s72-c/ako.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3738909719354752507.post-1527902531882537123</id><published>2007-11-25T17:42:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2007-11-25T17:48:34.405+08:00</updated><title type='text'>remembering the past</title><content type='html'>well, last night i was talking with my board mates and we talked about childhood memories. Funny thing is i can't remember anything, back when i was elementary. but i remember something really funny. that was when i was in my first year in high school. i fell from a pathway going to a farm site. just remembered it nothing serious really.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3738909719354752507-1527902531882537123?l=teatrogurl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://teatrogurl.blogspot.com/feeds/1527902531882537123/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3738909719354752507&amp;postID=1527902531882537123' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3738909719354752507/posts/default/1527902531882537123'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3738909719354752507/posts/default/1527902531882537123'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://teatrogurl.blogspot.com/2007/11/remembering-past.html' title='remembering the past'/><author><name>louraine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14772056750100959889</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ibuIj28N4-c/TrFBRYpyyJI/AAAAAAAAASw/19BWS6i0Z9o/s220/310479_2632597894464_1240891450_33178588_319445508_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3738909719354752507.post-2747393623161672415</id><published>2007-11-09T11:07:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-08T11:25:36.223+08:00</updated><title type='text'>boredom</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;I am beggining to feel bored. sabi ko kasi i won't be doing any extra something now. di na ako sasali sa Teatro hay..... i will surely miss the days na kasama ko sila. then magkakaroon na ako ng thesis goodness! ngayon palang halos mabaliw-baliw na ako. what more kung mag deffense na 'ko? yikes! God help me! ahihi.. wala na talaga akong time for anything else. pati archery team ko napapabayaan ko na. ano na kaya ang gagagwin ko? wala din naman akong love life. weee. as if naman magkakaroon. i don't have time for those stuff. masyado nang occupied ang isip ko para sa mga ganyang bagay.hehe. well it seems that i won't have that till graduation. and when would be that? sana lang next year na.haha.. gosh promise i'll study hard this semester.wow magawa ko naman kaya yun. please pray for me na lang.. bye..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3738909719354752507-2747393623161672415?l=teatrogurl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://teatrogurl.blogspot.com/feeds/2747393623161672415/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3738909719354752507&amp;postID=2747393623161672415' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3738909719354752507/posts/default/2747393623161672415'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3738909719354752507/posts/default/2747393623161672415'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://teatrogurl.blogspot.com/2007/11/here-i-am-again.html' title='boredom'/><author><name>louraine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14772056750100959889</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ibuIj28N4-c/TrFBRYpyyJI/AAAAAAAAASw/19BWS6i0Z9o/s220/310479_2632597894464_1240891450_33178588_319445508_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
