<?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-9205484017120742778</id><updated>2011-07-31T17:35:54.580+08:00</updated><title type='text'>life moves very fast</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://perfectlyflawedlife.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9205484017120742778/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://perfectlyflawedlife.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>winay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16890941388519176006</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AHuyrI1BF-8/Sms1XkbgdHI/AAAAAAAAALk/QmRMWe7KqzI/S220/DSC01634.JPG'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>64</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9205484017120742778.post-2026791318294885093</id><published>2010-02-05T03:11:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-05T03:11:12.887+08:00</updated><title type='text'>What the Bible says about Marriage</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;b class="h1"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #006699; font-family: Verdana; font-size: small;"&gt;What the Bible says about Marriage&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;b class="h1"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana; font-size: x-small;"&gt;                                                                                   &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana;"&gt;&lt;br clear="left" /&gt;                                                                                   &lt;/span&gt;                                                                                                 &lt;span style="font-family: Verdana; font-size: x-small;"&gt;                                                                                   &lt;span style="color: #006699;"&gt;                                               &lt;img border="0" height="8" src="http://www.bibleinsong.com/Promises/Images/BD15172_.gif" width="8" /&gt;&lt;span lang="en-us"&gt;                                               &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;                                               &lt;i&gt;                                               &lt;span style="color: #006699;"&gt;What does                                                the Bible teach about marriage?                                                Marriage is a permanent, committed                                                partnership between a man and a                                                woman.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: #7484be;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;                                               &lt;/i&gt;"And that a man should leave                     his father and mother, and                                                be forever united to his wife. The                                                two shall become one—no longer                                                two, but one! And no man may                                                divorce what God has joined                                                together.&lt;span lang="en-us"&gt;                                               &lt;/span&gt;Matthew 19:5-6, TLB&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;                                               &lt;span style="color: #006699; font-family: Verdana; font-size: x-small;"&gt;                                               &lt;img border="0" height="8" src="http://www.bibleinsong.com/Promises/Images/BD15172_.gif" width="8" /&gt;&lt;span lang="en-us"&gt;                                               &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;                                               &lt;span style="font-family: Verdana; font-size: x-small;"&gt;                                               &lt;span style="color: #006699;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;How                                                should husbands relate to their                                                wives?&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;"And you husbands, show the                                                same kind of love to your wives as                                                Christ showed to the church when                                                He died for her…That is how                                                husbands should treat their wives,                                                loving them as parts of                                                themselves. For since a man and                                                his wife are now one, a man is                                                really doing himself a favour and                                                loving himself when he loves his                                                wife!&lt;span lang="en-us"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;                                               Ephesians 5:25-28, TLB&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;                                               &lt;span style="color: #006699; font-family: Verdana; font-size: x-small;"&gt;                                               &lt;img border="0" height="8" src="http://www.bibleinsong.com/Promises/Images/BD15172_.gif" width="8" /&gt;&lt;span lang="en-us"&gt;                                               &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;                                               &lt;span style="font-family: Verdana; font-size: x-small;"&gt;                                               &lt;i&gt;                                               &lt;span style="color: #006699;"&gt;Husbands                                                should honour their wives.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: #7484be;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;                                               &lt;/i&gt;"You husbands must be                                                careful of your wives, being                                                thoughtful of their needs and                                                honouring them as the weaker sex.                                                Remember that you and your wife                                                are partners in receiving God's                                                blessings, and if you don't treat                                                her as you should, your prayers                                                will not get ready answers."&lt;span lang="en-us"&gt;                                               &lt;/span&gt;I Peter 3:7, TLB&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #006699;"&gt;                                               &lt;img border="0" height="8" src="http://www.bibleinsong.com/Promises/Images/BD15172_.gif" width="8" /&gt;&lt;span lang="en-us"&gt;                                               &lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;How                                                should the wife relate to her                                                husband?&lt;/i&gt; &lt;/span&gt; &lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;"You wives must submit to                                                your husbands' leadership in the                                                same way you submit to the Lord.                                                For a husband is in charge of his                                                wife in the same way Christ is in                                                charge of His body the church. (He                                                gave His very life to take care of                                                it and be its Saviour!) So you                                                wives must willingly obey your                                                husbands in everything, just as                                                the church obeys Christ."&lt;span lang="en-us"&gt;                                               &lt;/span&gt;Ephesians 5:22-24, TLB&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #006699;"&gt;                                               &lt;img border="0" height="8" src="http://www.bibleinsong.com/Promises/Images/BD15172_.gif" width="8" /&gt;&lt;span lang="en-us"&gt;                                               &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;                                               &lt;i&gt;                                               &lt;span style="color: #006699;"&gt;Does that                                                mean the wife must do all the                                                "give and take"? No! Marriage                                                requires submission by both                                                partners.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: #7484be;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;                                               &lt;/i&gt;"Submit to one another                                                out of reverence for Christ."&lt;span lang="en-us"&gt;                                               &lt;/span&gt;Ephesians 5:21, NIV&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #006699;"&gt;                                               &lt;img border="0" height="8" src="http://www.bibleinsong.com/Promises/Images/BD15172_.gif" width="8" /&gt;&lt;span lang="en-us"&gt;                                               &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;                                               &lt;i&gt;                                               &lt;span style="color: #006699;"&gt;What                                                counsel forbids physical or verbal                                                spouse abuse?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: #7484be;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;                                               &lt;/i&gt;"Husbands, love your                                                wives and do not be harsh with                                                them."&lt;span lang="en-us"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;                                               Colossians 3:19, NIV&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="8" src="http://www.bibleinsong.com/Promises/Images/BD15172_.gif" width="8" /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #006699;"&gt;&lt;span lang="en-us"&gt;                                               &lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;For a                                                successful marriage, determine to                                                settle misunderstanding at once.&lt;/i&gt; &lt;/span&gt;                                               &lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;"If you are angry, don't sin                                                by nursing your grudge. Don't let                                                the sun go down with you still                                                angry—get over it quickly."&lt;span lang="en-us"&gt;                                               &lt;/span&gt;Ephesians 4:26, TLB&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;                                               &lt;span style="color: #006699; font-family: Verdana; font-size: x-small;"&gt;                                               &lt;img border="0" height="8" src="http://www.bibleinsong.com/Promises/Images/BD15172_.gif" width="8" /&gt;&lt;span lang="en-us"&gt;                                               &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;                                               &lt;span style="font-family: Verdana; font-size: x-small;"&gt;                                               &lt;span style="color: #006699;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Keep the                                                relationship growing in unity and                                                understanding.&lt;/i&gt; &lt;/span&gt; &lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;"Be humble and gentle. Be                                                patient with each other, making                                                allowance for each other's faults                                                because of your love. Try always                                                to be led along together by the                                                Holy Spirit, and so be at peace                                                with one another."&lt;span lang="en-us"&gt;                                               &lt;/span&gt;Ephesians 4:2-3, TLB&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;                                               &lt;span style="color: blue; font-family: Verdana; font-size: x-small;"&gt;                                               &lt;img border="0" height="8" src="http://www.bibleinsong.com/Promises/Images/BD15172_.gif" width="8" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: #006699; font-family: Verdana; font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span lang="en-us"&gt;                                               &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;                                               &lt;span style="font-family: Verdana; font-size: x-small;"&gt;                                               &lt;span style="color: #006699;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;How                                                should society view marriage? &lt;/i&gt;                                               &lt;/span&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;"Marriage should be honoured                                                by all, and the marriage bed kept                                                pure, for God will judge the                                                adulterer and all the sexually                                                immoral."&lt;span lang="en-us"&gt;                                               &lt;/span&gt;Hebrews 13:4, NIV&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;                                               &lt;span style="color: blue; font-family: Verdana; font-size: x-small;"&gt;                                               &lt;img border="0" height="8" src="http://www.bibleinsong.com/Promises/Images/BD15172_.gif" width="8" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: #006699; font-family: Verdana; font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span lang="en-us"&gt;                                               &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;                                               &lt;span style="font-family: Verdana; font-size: x-small;"&gt;                                               &lt;span style="color: #006699;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;By what                                                commandments has God guarded                                                marriage?&lt;span lang="en-us"&gt;                                               &lt;/span&gt;The seventh and the tenth.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;"You shall not commit                                                adultery." and "You shall not                                                covet your neighbour's wife."&lt;span lang="en-us"&gt;                                               &lt;/span&gt;Exodus 20:14,17, NIV&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="8" src="http://www.bibleinsong.com/Promises/Images/BD15172_.gif" width="8" /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #006699;"&gt;&lt;span lang="en-us"&gt;                                               &lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;What is                                                the only acceptable reason that                                                Jesus gave for ending a marriage?&lt;/i&gt; &lt;/span&gt;                                               &lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;"But I tell you that anyone                                                who divorces his wife, except for                                                marital unfaithfulness, causes her                                                to commit adultery, and anyone who                                                marries a woman so divorced                                                commits adultery."&lt;span lang="en-us"&gt;                                               &lt;/span&gt;                                               &lt;a href="http://www.bibleinsong.com/Song_Pages/Matthew/Matthew5/Matthew5.htm" title="Matthew 5 song page"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana;"&gt;Matthew 5:32&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;, NIV&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #006699;"&gt;                                               &lt;img border="0" height="8" src="http://www.bibleinsong.com/Promises/Images/BD15172_.gif" width="8" /&gt;&lt;span lang="en-us"&gt;                                               &lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;For how                                                long is marriage intended to last?&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;"By law a married woman is                                                bound to her husband as long as he                                                is alive, but if her husband dies,                                                she is released from the law of                                                marriage."&lt;span lang="en-us"&gt;                                               &lt;/span&gt;Romans 7:2, NIV&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;                                               &lt;span style="color: #006699; font-family: Verdana; font-size: x-small;"&gt;                                               &lt;img border="0" height="8" src="http://www.bibleinsong.com/Promises/Images/BD15172_.gif" width="8" /&gt;&lt;span lang="en-us"&gt;                                               &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;                                               &lt;span style="font-family: Verdana; font-size: x-small;"&gt;                                               &lt;span style="color: #006699;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;What                                                instruction is given about who to                                                marry?&lt;/i&gt; &lt;/span&gt; &lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;"Do not be mismated with                                                unbelievers. For what partnership                                                have righteousness and iniquity?                                                Or what fellowship has light with                                                darkness?"&lt;span lang="en-us"&gt;                                               &lt;/span&gt;II Corinthians 6:14, RSV&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana; font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;                                               &lt;span style="color: #006699; font-family: Verdana; font-size: x-small;"&gt;                                               &lt;img border="0" height="8" src="http://www.bibleinsong.com/Promises/Images/BD15172_.gif" width="8" /&gt;&lt;span lang="en-us"&gt;                                               &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;                                               &lt;span style="font-family: Verdana; font-size: x-small;"&gt;                                               &lt;i&gt;                                               &lt;span style="color: #006699;"&gt;Romance                                                and the gift of sexuality are                                                blessed by God when exercised                                                within the bonds of marriage.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: #7484be;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;                                               &lt;/i&gt;"Let your manhood be a                                                blessing; rejoice in the wife of                                                your youth. Let her charms and                                                tender embrace satisfy you. Let                                                her love alone fill you with                                                delight."&lt;span lang="en-us"&gt;                                               &lt;/span&gt;Proverbs 5:18-19, TLB&lt;sup&gt;&lt;span lang="en-us"&gt;5&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/sup&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana; font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;sup&gt;&lt;span lang="en-us"&gt;http://www.bibleinsong.com/Promises/Temporal_blessings/Marriage/Marriage.htm &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/sup&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9205484017120742778-2026791318294885093?l=perfectlyflawedlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://perfectlyflawedlife.blogspot.com/feeds/2026791318294885093/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9205484017120742778&amp;postID=2026791318294885093&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9205484017120742778/posts/default/2026791318294885093'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9205484017120742778/posts/default/2026791318294885093'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://perfectlyflawedlife.blogspot.com/2010/02/what-bible-says-about-marriage.html' title='What the Bible says about Marriage'/><author><name>winay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16890941388519176006</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AHuyrI1BF-8/Sms1XkbgdHI/AAAAAAAAALk/QmRMWe7KqzI/S220/DSC01634.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9205484017120742778.post-903604590837033212</id><published>2010-02-01T02:52:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-01T02:52:15.347+08:00</updated><title type='text'>questions</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif; font-size: x-small;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif; font-size: x-small;"&gt;What is worse than finding out that the person you chose to spend your life with has a different world that you didn't know it exists?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif; font-size: x-small;"&gt;What would you do if you found out that&amp;nbsp;she/he has been cheating on you for a long time?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif; font-size: x-small;"&gt;What would you if you found out that there's another person in his/her heart?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif; font-size: x-small;"&gt;Would you give up something that you thought was the most wonderful thing in&amp;nbsp;your life?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif; font-size: x-small;"&gt;Would you give up someone you love?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif; font-size: x-small;"&gt;If you were hurting already but you still love the person, what would you do?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif; font-size: x-small;"&gt;Would you rather be with someone else if you were bored already with the one you're with?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif; font-size: x-small;"&gt;Would you love the one you are with if you have found a new one?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif; font-size: x-small;"&gt;How far would you go to fight for love?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif; font-size: x-small;"&gt;Is love the only reason to stay in an unhealthy relationship?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif; font-size: x-small;"&gt;You love the person, but he/she continues to hurt, will you continue loving him?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif; font-size: x-small;"&gt;Would&amp;nbsp; you continue hating someone even if you missed him so much?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9205484017120742778-903604590837033212?l=perfectlyflawedlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://perfectlyflawedlife.blogspot.com/feeds/903604590837033212/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9205484017120742778&amp;postID=903604590837033212&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9205484017120742778/posts/default/903604590837033212'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9205484017120742778/posts/default/903604590837033212'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://perfectlyflawedlife.blogspot.com/2010/02/questions.html' title='questions'/><author><name>winay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16890941388519176006</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AHuyrI1BF-8/Sms1XkbgdHI/AAAAAAAAALk/QmRMWe7KqzI/S220/DSC01634.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9205484017120742778.post-5245001428908172784</id><published>2010-01-23T09:46:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-23T09:46:41.300+08:00</updated><title type='text'>killing time</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif; font-size: x-small;"&gt;girl talking to a married guy making making pacute:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif; font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;girl:&lt;/strong&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; ay oo nga dapat sya saken magselos kasi crush ako ng asawa nya&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif; font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif; font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;guy:&lt;/strong&gt;&amp;nbsp; sino may sbi? hehehe&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif; font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;girl:&lt;/strong&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; ako, bakit magagalit ka?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif; font-size: x-small;"&gt;seriously? so, you think you're still a teenager?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9205484017120742778-5245001428908172784?l=perfectlyflawedlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://perfectlyflawedlife.blogspot.com/feeds/5245001428908172784/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9205484017120742778&amp;postID=5245001428908172784&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9205484017120742778/posts/default/5245001428908172784'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9205484017120742778/posts/default/5245001428908172784'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://perfectlyflawedlife.blogspot.com/2010/01/killing-time.html' title='killing time'/><author><name>winay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16890941388519176006</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AHuyrI1BF-8/Sms1XkbgdHI/AAAAAAAAALk/QmRMWe7KqzI/S220/DSC01634.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9205484017120742778.post-4122482446969662960</id><published>2010-01-22T21:58:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-22T21:58:35.879+08:00</updated><title type='text'>so mean</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif; font-size: x-small;"&gt;Out of boredom here at work, I decided to post this from my draft hehehe :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif; font-size: x-small;"&gt;Inspired by one of the blog entries I read last November from one of my favorite websites..This is going to be mean I swear... hehehehe&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif; font-size: x-small;"&gt;I guess most of us just hate some things we see or anything that exists that is not pleasant to our eyes or just the thought of it is simply irritating..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif; font-size: x-small;"&gt;Well it's a brand new year, so I decided to make a list of the things that I wish I would not see often or perhaps just vanish hehehe&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif; font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif; font-size: x-small;"&gt;1. &lt;em&gt;People pouting when being photographed then post their photos on Facebook&lt;/em&gt;. Can we just leave that pouting thing to real models or those gorgeous people? It's making me sick everytime I see photos of some not-so-good-looking people on Facebook with their "trying to look sexy" look. Peace :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif; font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif; font-size: x-small;"&gt;2. &lt;em&gt;Sales Attendants who do not know their products/ Cashiers&amp;nbsp;too lazy to serve their customers&lt;/em&gt;. Have you heard of product training/ customer service training? duh?!&amp;nbsp; Calling SM Megamall Management&amp;nbsp;C'mon it won't cost you that much if you train your sales attendants&amp;nbsp;first before making them work in your store. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif; font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif; font-size: x-small;"&gt;3. &lt;em&gt;EMO look&lt;/em&gt;. Your "all black attire with heavy eyeliner and mascara, with matching super thick gel para&amp;nbsp;one sided ang hair hahahha, and sometimes with a scarf"&amp;nbsp;look makes me want to give you a fan kse you're sweating all over and super greasy na. peace again :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif; font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif; font-size: x-small;"&gt;4. &lt;em&gt;People spitting on public.&lt;/em&gt; super super super gross tlga. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif; font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif; font-size: x-small;"&gt;5. &lt;em&gt;Fake designer bags.&lt;/em&gt; Using an LV bag but you're taking the pubic transport like the jeepney? Seriously? If you cannot afford the real thing, you can just settle for locally made handbags with good quality. Why settle for a fake LV, Gucci, Hermes,&amp;nbsp;Chanel,&amp;nbsp;Dooney and Bourke, Longchamp, Coach, etc... made in China/ bought from Tiangge with poor quality, if you can score a good locally manufactured bag or a cheaper branded bag like Mango, Guess, Charles and Keith, CMG? Do you think other people would believe that you're using the real thing? just think :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif; font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif; font-size: x-small;"&gt;6. &lt;em&gt;People wearing boots on a hot day&lt;/em&gt;. No offense. I mean sorry. Wearing boots here in Manila on a summer day? Are you serious? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif; font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif; font-size: x-small;"&gt;7.&amp;nbsp;Lastly, someone as maarte as&amp;nbsp;I am hehehe joke...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif; font-size: x-small;"&gt;The bitchiness in me&amp;nbsp;is back..well not for good..blame it on PMS hehehe&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif; font-size: x-small;"&gt;PS, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif; font-size: x-small;"&gt;I'm so tired of reading conditional sentences with grammatical errors..FYI: you should not use "will/would" in the if-clause, only in the result clause."&amp;nbsp; (I'm not good in grammar, I just want to share this (ooppps comma splice?) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS; font-size: x-small;"&gt;I would if I could&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS; font-size: x-small;"&gt;If I could, I would&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS; font-size: x-small;"&gt;I will if I can&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS; font-size: x-small;"&gt;If I can, I will&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif; font-size: x-small;"&gt;xoxo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif; font-size: x-small;"&gt;Peace :)&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/9205484017120742778-4122482446969662960?l=perfectlyflawedlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://perfectlyflawedlife.blogspot.com/feeds/4122482446969662960/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9205484017120742778&amp;postID=4122482446969662960&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9205484017120742778/posts/default/4122482446969662960'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9205484017120742778/posts/default/4122482446969662960'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://perfectlyflawedlife.blogspot.com/2010/01/so-mean.html' title='so mean'/><author><name>winay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16890941388519176006</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AHuyrI1BF-8/Sms1XkbgdHI/AAAAAAAAALk/QmRMWe7KqzI/S220/DSC01634.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9205484017120742778.post-4345472139066405379</id><published>2010-01-12T22:31:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-12T22:32:00.266+08:00</updated><title type='text'>doing somethig new</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif; font-size: x-small;"&gt;Last night while making sense out of nothing..err..I mean while contemplating, broken relationships (friendship in particular) crossed my mind. I have been very blessed, and God has been so good to me.&amp;nbsp; I realized though that the reason I cannot be happy all the time is the fact that I still have issues to solve. I can't be completely happy if I know that this broken frienship is not yet fixed.&lt;/span&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 style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif; font-size: x-small;"&gt;I texted a friend. I asked her something, then she said: "Sometimes it's just a matter of guilt. Somehow you feel guilty of not being too&amp;nbsp;nice &lt;em&gt;kaya&lt;/em&gt; you can't be too happy." Makes sense huh? &lt;/span&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 style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif; font-size: x-small;"&gt;As for me, it's more than guilt. I just want to make things better. It kinda surprised me that I took the courage of taking the first step. 2009 was a tough year for me. I went through a lot of things, disappointments, failures, pain (physically and emotionally), and unexpexted horrible experiences. Maybe all of those things happened to teach me lessons and to believe in myself that I am a strong person and with God nothing is impossible, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif; font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;/span&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 style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif; font-size: x-small;"&gt;As I started my year though with positive attitude and by being thankful with all the blessings God has given to me, I realized that I cannot be truly happy if I still have broken frienship. It's high time I take the first shaky step to make things okay. &lt;/span&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 style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif; font-size: x-small;"&gt;Of course there would be&amp;nbsp;questions and&amp;nbsp;not-so-good-opinions, but surprisingly I wouldn't care at all.&amp;nbsp;I don't know. For some reason, the thing I did&amp;nbsp;is something that I would not regret.&amp;nbsp;I hope I'm making sense here &lt;/span&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 style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif; font-size: x-small;"&gt;To my surprise, I also feel better now... :)&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/9205484017120742778-4345472139066405379?l=perfectlyflawedlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://perfectlyflawedlife.blogspot.com/feeds/4345472139066405379/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9205484017120742778&amp;postID=4345472139066405379&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9205484017120742778/posts/default/4345472139066405379'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9205484017120742778/posts/default/4345472139066405379'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://perfectlyflawedlife.blogspot.com/2010/01/doing-somethig-new.html' title='doing somethig new'/><author><name>winay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16890941388519176006</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AHuyrI1BF-8/Sms1XkbgdHI/AAAAAAAAALk/QmRMWe7KqzI/S220/DSC01634.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9205484017120742778.post-5881770612731827835</id><published>2010-01-03T17:24:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-03T17:24:33.639+08:00</updated><title type='text'>brain farting</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif; font-size: x-small;"&gt;Everytime I have inspirations to write, I keep telling myself just to go for it and WRITE..It doesn't matter if people criticize your writing or your values because of what you have written or what you are about to share... &lt;/span&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 style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif; font-size: x-small;"&gt;Whenever I am inspired to write though, I have this "writer's block."&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;I know I could do better than what I have written, but I just ended up giving myself my own censorship. I'm not a writer, I just enjoy this whole blogging thing. &lt;/span&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 style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif; font-size: x-small;"&gt;Sometimes I just want to have fun, then funny, but&amp;nbsp;afterwards I would just become serious. Then, I will lose myself in thoughts. When my brain farts, I need this to keep me sane...&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/9205484017120742778-5881770612731827835?l=perfectlyflawedlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://perfectlyflawedlife.blogspot.com/feeds/5881770612731827835/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9205484017120742778&amp;postID=5881770612731827835&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9205484017120742778/posts/default/5881770612731827835'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9205484017120742778/posts/default/5881770612731827835'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://perfectlyflawedlife.blogspot.com/2010/01/brain-farting.html' title='brain farting'/><author><name>winay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16890941388519176006</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AHuyrI1BF-8/Sms1XkbgdHI/AAAAAAAAALk/QmRMWe7KqzI/S220/DSC01634.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9205484017120742778.post-5779297060625371007</id><published>2010-01-03T15:38:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-03T15:38:46.818+08:00</updated><title type='text'>happy '10!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif; font-size: x-small;"&gt;We've just moved to our new home here in Cainta in March, '09, so this was my very first time to celebrate New Year here. My hubby wasn't able to come home for the holidays, so I was a little bit disappointed.&amp;nbsp;Had I given birth to our first child last Dec. 22, he would have been here to celebrate Christmas and New Year with me. Anyway, my two older sisters and three &lt;em&gt;pamangkins&lt;/em&gt; spent New Year here to keep me company. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right" class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AHuyrI1BF-8/S0BG2Ha-WfI/AAAAAAAAAOM/RYVfBdkvIkE/s1600-h/DSC04351.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif; font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" ps="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AHuyrI1BF-8/S0BG2Ha-WfI/AAAAAAAAAOM/RYVfBdkvIkE/s320/DSC04351.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif; font-size: x-small;"&gt;my futile attempt to capture a wonderful fireworks display&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif; font-size: x-small;"&gt;Happy 2010! I hope this year will be a lot better. I would like to leave all the negative things happened last year and all the mistakes I committed.&amp;nbsp;I don't want to have a list of my New Year's resolution because I would end up failing again. I just wish I would be a better person next year. I would like to be the person that I really am- generous, nice, thoughtful, sympathetic, loving, focused, and driven. As much as possible, I wish I could avoid being angry, because I know how horrible I am when I'm getting angry. The monster in me is uncontrollable when I get upset or angry. &lt;/span&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 style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif; font-size: x-small;"&gt;Everyone always wants to be a good person of course, before saying or doing something unacceptable, it's just a matter of asking ourselves if it felt good doing things that would hurt other people....&lt;/span&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 style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif; font-size: x-small;"&gt;Happy New Year everyone!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9205484017120742778-5779297060625371007?l=perfectlyflawedlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://perfectlyflawedlife.blogspot.com/feeds/5779297060625371007/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9205484017120742778&amp;postID=5779297060625371007&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9205484017120742778/posts/default/5779297060625371007'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9205484017120742778/posts/default/5779297060625371007'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://perfectlyflawedlife.blogspot.com/2010/01/happy-10.html' title='happy &apos;10!!'/><author><name>winay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16890941388519176006</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AHuyrI1BF-8/Sms1XkbgdHI/AAAAAAAAALk/QmRMWe7KqzI/S220/DSC01634.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AHuyrI1BF-8/S0BG2Ha-WfI/AAAAAAAAAOM/RYVfBdkvIkE/s72-c/DSC04351.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9205484017120742778.post-8599675776903192893</id><published>2009-12-28T23:50:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-28T23:50:02.024+08:00</updated><title type='text'>post christmas rush?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif; font-size: x-small;"&gt;I just got back from my vacation in my hometown. I had a wonderful time, really wonderful time with my family, nothing fancy, but such a happy memory to remember. Enough for such drama.. &lt;/span&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 style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif; font-size: x-small;"&gt;Anyways, the only reason I was eager to come back before the 30th is that I need to check on my bank accounts and settle some bills. Welcome to the adults' world. After the holidays, reality check. When I got off the cab, the guards and some men greeted me with&amp;nbsp;their faces smiling, and me- with a quick smile thinking- "&lt;em&gt;are they just being nice or they just need to be friendlier because they think I'm Ms. Scrooge because&amp;nbsp;I haven't given anything to the guards and some janitors in our building?&lt;/em&gt;" Then,&amp;nbsp;when I opened our door. Tadah! No one greeted me to say "welcome home" but the bills, bills, and bills and more bills, and a pigsty! Just realized that I was such in a hurry before leaving for our hometown that I forgot some garbage and my room was in an organized chaos.&lt;/span&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 style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif; font-size: x-small;"&gt;I should be sleeping now so I could wake up early to start my day much earlier, but I missed this Internet. So many things to do before the 31st! Time management I need you. &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/9205484017120742778-8599675776903192893?l=perfectlyflawedlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://perfectlyflawedlife.blogspot.com/feeds/8599675776903192893/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9205484017120742778&amp;postID=8599675776903192893&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9205484017120742778/posts/default/8599675776903192893'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9205484017120742778/posts/default/8599675776903192893'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://perfectlyflawedlife.blogspot.com/2009/12/post-christmas-rush.html' title='post christmas rush?'/><author><name>winay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16890941388519176006</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AHuyrI1BF-8/Sms1XkbgdHI/AAAAAAAAALk/QmRMWe7KqzI/S220/DSC01634.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9205484017120742778.post-2596700540850113917</id><published>2009-12-19T10:39:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-19T10:39:53.078+08:00</updated><title type='text'>emo mode</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif; font-size: x-small;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif; font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;"People don't realize this, but loneliness is underrated.."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif; font-size: x-small;"&gt;- Tom, 500 Days of Summer&lt;/span&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 style="font-family: Trebuchet MS; font-size: x-small;"&gt;Loneliness is underrated (I think most of us&amp;nbsp;have realized this)...and&amp;nbsp;I say&amp;nbsp;as well as &lt;em&gt;the pain of &amp;nbsp;missing someone&lt;/em&gt;...&lt;/span&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 style="font-family: Trebuchet MS; font-size: x-small;"&gt;Have you ever felt like everything&amp;nbsp;seems to be nonsense because the person you are supposed to enjoy wonderful moments with is in the other side of the world with a 16-hour difference? &lt;/span&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 style="font-family: Trebuchet MS; font-size: x-small;"&gt;As I always say, I looove Christmas. I just can't help but feel so emotional these days. As much as I want to enjoy it and have fun, but there are things that are best enjoyed when shared with the person you chose to spend the rest of your life with. That being said, just realized that the way I celebrate Christmas hasn't changed, only this time I have to wait for another Christmas to have someone to kiss me under the mistletoe, open Christmas presents with, or set up our Christmas tree with. Yikes! cheessy..&lt;/span&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 style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif; font-size: x-small;"&gt;Hay, If only.......&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS; font-size: x-small;"&gt;So emo.. Blame it on the&amp;nbsp;chilly wind, blame it on the Christmas-ish weather, or blame it on the alchohol...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS; font-size: x-small;"&gt;:) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9205484017120742778-2596700540850113917?l=perfectlyflawedlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://perfectlyflawedlife.blogspot.com/feeds/2596700540850113917/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9205484017120742778&amp;postID=2596700540850113917&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9205484017120742778/posts/default/2596700540850113917'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9205484017120742778/posts/default/2596700540850113917'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://perfectlyflawedlife.blogspot.com/2009/12/emo-mode.html' title='emo mode'/><author><name>winay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16890941388519176006</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AHuyrI1BF-8/Sms1XkbgdHI/AAAAAAAAALk/QmRMWe7KqzI/S220/DSC01634.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9205484017120742778.post-809868502977756265</id><published>2009-12-19T08:57:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-19T09:02:00.935+08:00</updated><title type='text'>random random</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;Almost done with Christmas shopping!&amp;nbsp;I just spent I think more or less&amp;nbsp;9 hours for shopping for gifts, roughly 3 hours last Nov, 3&amp;nbsp;hours last Monday&amp;nbsp;night and&amp;nbsp;more or less 3 hours yesterday.&amp;nbsp;I've&amp;nbsp;shopped for my&amp;nbsp;gifts for everyone&amp;nbsp;in the family and&amp;nbsp;for the&amp;nbsp;children of my 2 friends. How could I possibly shop for my parents, 9 siblings, 4&amp;nbsp;brothers in law, 4 sisters in law, 3 nieces, 10 nephews, 1 tita, 1 tito, 2 female cousins for such a short time. I wish I still had time to buy gifts for some friends and in-laws&amp;nbsp;before Christmas. I'm running out of time, I'm already going to my hometown later. I'm also running out of cash. I have maxed out my credit card and I have spent God-knows&amp;nbsp;a lot of money. I'm officially broke! hehehe&lt;/span&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 style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;With all these shopping trips, I'm beginning to hate going to Megamall.&amp;nbsp;It's too crowded. Yep, there are a lot of good stores there, but it's just awful. I think if I always go there, I'll be able to master the art of controlling my urinary organs. The comfort rooms are so messy, and you have to wait for like forever only to find out that the person you've been waiting to come out was crapping. &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;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;Good thing I love shopping and it does not take me a long time to buy something. Whenever I wanna buy something for myself, I just go straight to the shop I frequently visit. I don't waste time trying on clothes I cannot see myself wearing. As Sandra Bullock said in the movie, The Blind Side: "wear something that you can really see yourself wearing..." It's not verbatim, I hope I remembered it right hehe, but something like that. &lt;/span&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 style="font-family: Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Well I hope I'm making sense here with my random thoughts. I'm not just doing anything here in the office. It's our last day before the Christmas break and my first student is absent. After this day, we'll come back on Jan.11, '10. My much awaited 3-week vacation! I hope I'll have fun. I'm planning to travel alone, I just wish my husband would allow me. Well, if my husband doesn't allow me (most likely), I will just be busy again with my movie marathon, cooking, decorating our house, and reading. I need to experience this life of a bum again, because after this I'll be swamped again with my crazy&amp;nbsp;work schedule, raket, and studies. I'm excited though for next year. I don't really have a definite game plan, but&amp;nbsp;things will be a lot&amp;nbsp;better&amp;nbsp;than last year. &amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&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 style="font-family: Trebuchet MS;"&gt;It's time for my next class. Looking forward to having lunch later, I'm sooo hungry!&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/9205484017120742778-809868502977756265?l=perfectlyflawedlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://perfectlyflawedlife.blogspot.com/feeds/809868502977756265/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9205484017120742778&amp;postID=809868502977756265&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9205484017120742778/posts/default/809868502977756265'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9205484017120742778/posts/default/809868502977756265'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://perfectlyflawedlife.blogspot.com/2009/12/random-random.html' title='random random'/><author><name>winay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16890941388519176006</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AHuyrI1BF-8/Sms1XkbgdHI/AAAAAAAAALk/QmRMWe7KqzI/S220/DSC01634.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9205484017120742778.post-4722824107712233493</id><published>2009-12-13T01:57:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-13T02:01:02.587+08:00</updated><title type='text'>oh it's christmas</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;All I want for Christmas...&lt;/span&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 style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;Gift giving every Christmas eve&amp;nbsp;has been a family tradition since I was in grade school when my older siblings were already capable of buying us (my parents and the younger ones)&amp;nbsp;gifts. So, in college when I could already save my extra allowance, I also started giving everyone in the family gifts I could afford. The only time I missed this wonderful tradition was during&amp;nbsp;the rebelious stage of my life&amp;nbsp;when I had to go somewhere else while everyone was on a festive mood because of Chrismas holiday, though before leaving the city I made sure that I bought gifts for everyone. &lt;/span&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 style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;Anyway, every year I also make a shameless Xmas wish list. I even tell my family what to buy for me. Yes, I can afford those things, but it feels better to have something you really want that will be given by a family member.&lt;/span&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 style="font-family: Trebuchet MS;"&gt;For this coming Xmas, I wish I would receive the following :p&lt;/span&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 style="font-family: Trebuchet MS;"&gt;- a&amp;nbsp;nice pair of shorts. I don't care if it's&amp;nbsp;a cheap one, just&amp;nbsp;want a nice pair that will flatter&amp;nbsp;my short legs&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS;"&gt;-&amp;nbsp;big scented candles. I need&amp;nbsp;them for my&amp;nbsp;house&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS;"&gt;-&amp;nbsp;gray or beige cardigan. I saw a nice one from Zara. I swear&amp;nbsp;I can&amp;nbsp;wear anything with it,&amp;nbsp;and I collect knits/cardigans&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS;"&gt;- a new lip balm from Godiva.&amp;nbsp;It&amp;nbsp;just&amp;nbsp;costs 120. I haven't bought a new one, I'm waiting&amp;nbsp;for my sis to buy one for me. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS;"&gt;- a pair of slippers. I'm not refering to Ipanema or Haviannas, I mean a pair of fluffy slippers I could wear inside our room&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS;"&gt;- a bath robe. I don't have one anymore, poor me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS;"&gt;- a pair of pajamas. Nothing beats hitting the sack with a nice pair of pajamas&lt;/span&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 style="font-family: Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Very simple wish list right...for the expensive things I would like to have, I'm gonna save up for them. It would be better though, if I expected an instant tourist visa for the States with a roundtrip ticket. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;All selfish and materialistics points aside, all I really want for Christmas is to be with my husband. I would not care if I did not receive any gifts. I just wanna be with him. I love Christmas. I love everything about Christmas, the drama, the festive mood, Xmas carols, the Xmas rush, the cold weather, shopping!!! I would love all these even more if I were with him. Goodnessgracious, this cold weather makes me more emotional. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Anyway, since this is my first Christmas in our new home, I decided to put some decorations so our home would be more Chrismas-ish.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS;"&gt;here is my Christmas tree.. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AHuyrI1BF-8/SyPWPVYMbzI/AAAAAAAAANs/r5jDU5du-a4/s1600-h/DSC04005.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" ps="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AHuyrI1BF-8/SyPWPVYMbzI/AAAAAAAAANs/r5jDU5du-a4/s320/DSC04005.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;and some add ons&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AHuyrI1BF-8/SyPW5FFDfNI/AAAAAAAAAN0/fHH0Q0_oM5o/s1600-h/DSC04006.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" ps="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AHuyrI1BF-8/SyPW5FFDfNI/AAAAAAAAAN0/fHH0Q0_oM5o/s320/DSC04006.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;stairs with li'l Santa with a li'l brown bear&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AHuyrI1BF-8/SyPXUeTLHbI/AAAAAAAAAN8/otZSBSCHkMY/s1600-h/DSC04007.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" ps="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AHuyrI1BF-8/SyPXUeTLHbI/AAAAAAAAAN8/otZSBSCHkMY/s320/DSC04007.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;and my annual photo with a fake tree :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS;"&gt;with my big arm&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AHuyrI1BF-8/SyPYOnEQf2I/AAAAAAAAAOE/x_znkgcYF6I/s1600-h/DSC03998.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" ps="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AHuyrI1BF-8/SyPYOnEQf2I/AAAAAAAAAOE/x_znkgcYF6I/s320/DSC03998.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: purple; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Merry Christmas everyone!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9205484017120742778-4722824107712233493?l=perfectlyflawedlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://perfectlyflawedlife.blogspot.com/feeds/4722824107712233493/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9205484017120742778&amp;postID=4722824107712233493&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9205484017120742778/posts/default/4722824107712233493'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9205484017120742778/posts/default/4722824107712233493'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://perfectlyflawedlife.blogspot.com/2009/12/oh-its-christmas.html' title='oh it&apos;s christmas'/><author><name>winay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16890941388519176006</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AHuyrI1BF-8/Sms1XkbgdHI/AAAAAAAAALk/QmRMWe7KqzI/S220/DSC01634.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AHuyrI1BF-8/SyPWPVYMbzI/AAAAAAAAANs/r5jDU5du-a4/s72-c/DSC04005.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9205484017120742778.post-3373619356745621981</id><published>2009-11-21T12:30:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-03T21:12:16.844+08:00</updated><title type='text'>favorite best friends</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;In different TV shows especially teenage drama, there are always two&amp;nbsp;bestfriends who are usually the focus of the story. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS;"&gt;I think the reason that kind of TV drama is patronized by a lot of people regardless of the age, culture, or belief is that most of us can relate to their drama :p&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS; font-size: x-small;"&gt;I just want to share my three favorite BFFs on TV&amp;nbsp; :) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS; font-size: x-small;"&gt;so highschool :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AHuyrI1BF-8/Swdr7VOLUjI/AAAAAAAAANU/9eUF8QkLiSU/s1600/blair-and-serena-gossip-girl-2164947-1280-960.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AHuyrI1BF-8/Swdr7VOLUjI/AAAAAAAAANU/9eUF8QkLiSU/s320/blair-and-serena-gossip-girl-2164947-1280-960.jpg" yr="true" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif; font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;blair waldorf and serena van der woodsen xoxo&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AHuyrI1BF-8/SwdsNaZrqoI/AAAAAAAAANc/PNKr83IPVdo/s1600/brooke+and+peyton.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AHuyrI1BF-8/SwdsNaZrqoI/AAAAAAAAANc/PNKr83IPVdo/s320/brooke+and+peyton.jpg" yr="true" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif; font-size: x-small;"&gt;brooke davis and peyton sawyer &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AHuyrI1BF-8/SwdsdQ310SI/AAAAAAAAANk/jEvhOniRoeI/s1600/summer+and+marissa.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AHuyrI1BF-8/SwdsdQ310SI/AAAAAAAAANk/jEvhOniRoeI/s320/summer+and+marissa.jpg" yr="true" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif; font-size: x-small;"&gt;summer roberts and marissa cooper&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS; font-size: x-small;"&gt;See the similarities? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS; font-size: x-small;"&gt;xoxo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9205484017120742778-3373619356745621981?l=perfectlyflawedlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://perfectlyflawedlife.blogspot.com/feeds/3373619356745621981/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9205484017120742778&amp;postID=3373619356745621981&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9205484017120742778/posts/default/3373619356745621981'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9205484017120742778/posts/default/3373619356745621981'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://perfectlyflawedlife.blogspot.com/2009/11/favorite-best-friends.html' title='favorite best friends'/><author><name>winay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16890941388519176006</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AHuyrI1BF-8/Sms1XkbgdHI/AAAAAAAAALk/QmRMWe7KqzI/S220/DSC01634.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AHuyrI1BF-8/Swdr7VOLUjI/AAAAAAAAANU/9eUF8QkLiSU/s72-c/blair-and-serena-gossip-girl-2164947-1280-960.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9205484017120742778.post-7388323901012056421</id><published>2009-11-21T11:49:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-03T21:11:57.451+08:00</updated><title type='text'>on pol</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif; font-size: x-small;"&gt;I love watching TV commercials or looking at some ad campaigns. It's amazing how advertising companies turn unreliable products so appealing to the public. It's amazing as well how PR agencies make different politicians appear big or competent enough for different public posts. These days though a lot of interesting advertisements even on radio&amp;nbsp;have been almost replaced by different political ads. We have seen (or heard of)&amp;nbsp;different politicians' desperate attempts to be noticed. Some are well directed, while some are just painfully funny or annoying.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif; font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif; font-size: x-small;"&gt;The most interesting of course is Noynoy's ad. It looks like a station ID of both Kapamilya and Kapuso Network. Who does not like to be endorsed by famous celebrities in the country anyway? Of course here in the Philippines, if you want to run for a public post,&amp;nbsp;you should&amp;nbsp;be endorsed by famous celebrities. I just wonder why he was not told to say something. Is it because of his poor speech or smoker's cough?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif; font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif; font-size: x-small;"&gt;I'm not in the best position or trying to be intellectual to criticize someone like Noynoy and the rest of the Presidentiables. It would be best for voters to know every Presidentiable very well and not to be influenced by their political ads or their rankings in different surveys. Coming from an influential family does not mean&amp;nbsp;you already have what it takes to become the next president. If you have a lot of money, you can still make a difference or help the marginalized sector. Those who want to run for the public posts should think a million times first&amp;nbsp;(aside from consulting the Pink Sisters or their departed loved ones or&amp;nbsp;their fans)&amp;nbsp;if they are really capable or deserving to be elected for the highest and most important position in the country. As Filipinos, we should have learned our lesson already&amp;nbsp;when we elected&amp;nbsp;those crook-power hungry public officials.&amp;nbsp;We do not want another People Power, do we? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif; font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif; font-size: x-small;"&gt;The question is, who will win/ who should win? That's anybody's guess.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif; font-size: x-small;"&gt;For the meantime, let's enjoy watching their political advertisements while they are fooling the rest of the voting population.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9205484017120742778-7388323901012056421?l=perfectlyflawedlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://perfectlyflawedlife.blogspot.com/feeds/7388323901012056421/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9205484017120742778&amp;postID=7388323901012056421&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9205484017120742778/posts/default/7388323901012056421'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9205484017120742778/posts/default/7388323901012056421'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://perfectlyflawedlife.blogspot.com/2009/11/on-pol.html' title='on pol'/><author><name>winay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16890941388519176006</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AHuyrI1BF-8/Sms1XkbgdHI/AAAAAAAAALk/QmRMWe7KqzI/S220/DSC01634.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9205484017120742778.post-1049478330189348503</id><published>2009-11-13T03:51:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-13T04:22:05.246+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;It's already past 4, I'm still wide awake with Wave's Feel Good Friday Music as my background music. Eversince, I quit my day job, I have become nocturnal again. I hate this. I miss waking up in the morning having freshy brewed coffee or tea while checking the news online even on weekends. Sleeping in the morning and waking up at 2:00pm does not work for me anymore. I feel so heavy. I feel like days just pass and I do not do anything significant...sigh..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;I hate being the only person awake and not doing anything sensible. I just wish I was busy doing school stuff or reading anything interesting. Darn. The reason I quit my day job was to focus on school work for my practicum and for the next program I am supposed to take, but again, I procrastinated. The deadline for the submission of my application requirements was last Nov. 5 and I went to the Admission Office five days late. I have to wait for three months, it is going to take a while. The thing is I do not want to work full-time anymore. Anyway, that's another story. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;To kill time, and I hope doing this will lull me to sleep..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;I'm gonna make a list again of the things I wanna do to satisfy my need to do something...err not fun...something that I wish I could do...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;- go somewere/ travel alone... maybe up north or down south..(though this sounds impossible)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;- travel to a foreign country (with hubby, friend, or my sister)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;- shop for my sisters, and hopefully make them wear the shoes and clothes i'd buy for them&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;- attend a mob&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;- talk to someone who does not want Noynoy Aquino to win the presidential race&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;- convince my father not to drink and smoke anymore...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;- wear boots :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;- attend kickboxing classes again..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;- wear high-heeled gladiator sandals..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;and.. I wish I could write here all the things I wish I could..if I continued, the list would just go on and on..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;wanna sleep...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9205484017120742778-1049478330189348503?l=perfectlyflawedlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://perfectlyflawedlife.blogspot.com/feeds/1049478330189348503/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9205484017120742778&amp;postID=1049478330189348503&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9205484017120742778/posts/default/1049478330189348503'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9205484017120742778/posts/default/1049478330189348503'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://perfectlyflawedlife.blogspot.com/2009/11/its-already-past-4-im-still-wide-awake.html' title=''/><author><name>winay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16890941388519176006</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AHuyrI1BF-8/Sms1XkbgdHI/AAAAAAAAALk/QmRMWe7KqzI/S220/DSC01634.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9205484017120742778.post-6230685606257296400</id><published>2009-10-21T19:34:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-21T20:45:08.656+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;My mind has been so busy trying to process a lot of things that have happened to me recently. Everything happened really fast. I've been avoiding not to feel sad or feel bad about a lot of things because I know myself when it comes to dealing with my emotions. When sadness hits me, it is like a low pressure area developing into a super typhoon- which is called my state of depression. I cannot define how I really feel. For the past months I've been avoiding entertaining negative thoughts and reflecting on how have things have turned out. I think it's really time for me to confront my unresolved issues.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;When my husband came here for a short vacation (the economic recession was a blessing in disguise), we were able to spend time together and resolved some past issues. My in-laws have been so excited for their first grandchild. Yes, I got pregnant. It was unplanned and we were not ready yet, but my husband and I were both so excited. I discovered that I was pregnant after my husband left again for the States. I took care of myself well. I was so health conscious. I did not have any problems with weird cravings or vaginal spotting. I just made sure that I always had fresh fruits, fresh apple shake, vegetables, fish, and chicken. I avoided unhealthy food, took vitamins, and didn't miss any medical checkups with my &lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;OB&lt;/span&gt;. I tried really hard to have a healthy pregnancy. Everything I did was for my baby. Two months past, I experienced stomach cramps and spotting. My sisters hurried to go to my place and rushed me to The Medical City. What I thought was just a simple checkup turned out to be a nightmare. I spent the night there, but only to find out the next morning that I needed to undergo &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Ditalation&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Curettage&lt;/span&gt; because there was no heartbeat detected. What made it worse was when one of the Doctors told me that they saw two gestational sacs, so I was capable of carrying twins. It was one of the worst mornings ever. I was not going to lose one child, but two children. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;The physical pain that I had to go through was barely unbearable. For two days and one night I was in pain when they were waiting for my cervix to open. When I saw blood and a mass of blood cloth and placenta similar to the size of a bottle, I didn't know what to say. My family and my &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;in laws&lt;/span&gt; were there so I avoided their eyes, because I knew that I was about to break down. I tried to be brave, but I am not. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Until now, I haven't moved on. A lot of things have happened for the past months, but I don't consume myself thinking of those people who have been trying to put me down because I'm still grieving. Whenever the red flag is up, I feel really bad. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;I don't know if there is anyone who can relate to what I am going through. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Let me share what my three year old niece told me:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Chloe: Tita Winay where are your babies?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Me: (don't know what to say) I don't know Chloe&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Chloe: I know...they are in heaven with Papa Jesus...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Isn't she the sweetest? She has asked me that question twice. Maybe she is right, they are now our angels guiding us and making sure that their parents will be okay. It's nearly December, and I was supposed to give birth on that month. They are supposedly our precious Christmas presents. I hope I won't get sadder when this month comes. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9205484017120742778-6230685606257296400?l=perfectlyflawedlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://perfectlyflawedlife.blogspot.com/feeds/6230685606257296400/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9205484017120742778&amp;postID=6230685606257296400&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9205484017120742778/posts/default/6230685606257296400'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9205484017120742778/posts/default/6230685606257296400'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://perfectlyflawedlife.blogspot.com/2009/10/my-mind-has-been-so-busy-trying-to.html' title=''/><author><name>winay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16890941388519176006</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AHuyrI1BF-8/Sms1XkbgdHI/AAAAAAAAALk/QmRMWe7KqzI/S220/DSC01634.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9205484017120742778.post-1799116073770562464</id><published>2009-10-17T10:18:00.014+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-21T19:30:23.484+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;I can't believe it's already October. My birthday month is so over. As always, September is a busy month for me. Every year I always make sure that I enjoy my birthday month. I always have different celebrattions. Since I have different sets of friends, I make sure that I get to celebrate with them. Birthday is such a big deal for me. I feel like everything will go right if I celebrate it with a blast. My husband may not always be with me on my birthdays, but I still have reasons to celebrate. I have family who's always been so nice to me, and of course my friends.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;For this year, I I had three celebrations. Three days before my birthday, my friends (the Angels) and I had a simple celebration since the three of us were September babies. We celebrated it at home. It was exactly the same celebration that I was hoping to have. It was very relaxed. It was a night full of girl talk, food, and wine. We were planning to dress up to add more drama but got lazy to do so. Food + champagne + wine + scented oil + candles + music + spa party + sumptuous breakfast = great party. It's great to be with friends and do things that we are all good at: eating and bumming around. Hoping to have more birthday parties with them.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5393397207969675954" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AHuyrI1BF-8/StkyL2mdurI/AAAAAAAAAMU/odTe58R7T7g/s320/prebday.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;September 8, Tuesday. On this day, I didn't tell anyone in the office that it was my birthday since the people who are really close to me have left that office already. Some of my coworkers were asking me why I was wearing a floral dress on a rainy day and I looked like I was attending a party. I was actually reluctant to wear that dress, but I really wanted to wear something girl-ish. I matched my floral dress in pink and black that I bought from Warehouse last July with my pink Promod cardigan. After office I hurried to go to my favorite church. Then went to Jade Palace. It was just a simple dinner with my family, inlaws, and some of my selected friends that I wanted to be with. All of the people I expected came despite the heavy downpour. Thank goodness. I felt so special. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5395008222036137298" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AHuyrI1BF-8/St7rZNrGlVI/AAAAAAAAAMs/b3EGnyhRt8g/s320/sept8+3.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5395008351615846050" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AHuyrI1BF-8/St7rgwZUBqI/AAAAAAAAAM0/VDPg1Bp81jg/s320/sept8+4.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5395008040571704722" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AHuyrI1BF-8/St7rOpqnFZI/AAAAAAAAAMk/Y3v4D--nYD0/s320/sept8.jpg2.bmp" border="0" /&gt; &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5395009534826635042" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AHuyrI1BF-8/St7sloMv3yI/AAAAAAAAAM8/Wok1ou_OEpU/s320/sept8.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I belong..my pink cardi and the table cloth! :0&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;My third celebration. The week after my birthday my HS friends came to my house. Again, it was just a simple gathering. It was our instant reunion. The last time we actually had something like that was like three years ago. I was so surprised that they are not heavy drinkers now. Gone are those days when we were drinking until sunrise so long as we still had money to buy booze. I missed them. We had so much to catch up on. I really look forward to having more time with them.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5395011162645621298" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AHuyrI1BF-8/St7uEYTCajI/AAAAAAAAANE/7lnGx3YrFaU/s320/7926_136052213381_542843381_2510225_1197384_n.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5395011320845794098" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AHuyrI1BF-8/St7uNlo5ezI/AAAAAAAAANM/zz8SpLAltok/s320/7926_136053643381_542843381_2510240_6493404_n.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9205484017120742778-1799116073770562464?l=perfectlyflawedlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://perfectlyflawedlife.blogspot.com/feeds/1799116073770562464/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9205484017120742778&amp;postID=1799116073770562464&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9205484017120742778/posts/default/1799116073770562464'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9205484017120742778/posts/default/1799116073770562464'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://perfectlyflawedlife.blogspot.com/2009/10/i-cant-believe-its-already-october.html' title=''/><author><name>winay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16890941388519176006</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AHuyrI1BF-8/Sms1XkbgdHI/AAAAAAAAALk/QmRMWe7KqzI/S220/DSC01634.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AHuyrI1BF-8/StkyL2mdurI/AAAAAAAAAMU/odTe58R7T7g/s72-c/prebday.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9205484017120742778.post-4393942780461849411</id><published>2009-09-26T08:52:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-17T10:18:47.439+08:00</updated><title type='text'>realizations....</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I have a lot of time here at my part-time job to go through the PDI's website. I was able to go back to the old news related to politics, especially Philippine politics. Of course when we say "Philippine politics" it involves a lot of controversies, I mean crazy controversies, especially that PGMA along with her family, friends, political allies have done a lot of things that did not help improve our economy, political system. I mean everything seems like in total chaos. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;The 2010 election is happening very soon. Everyone is talking about "reform." How could you talk about "reform" if you also have selfish interest? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;For the past years, I've been trying to be apathetic. I've been avoiding political issues. I have focused on a more realistic idea, one that is more immediate and that works for me. I've been selfish. I got tired of politics. I used to be an activist way back in college. I was on a high that time that no one could stop me from going to rallies, participating in different group discussions, and engaging into debates with my family who always opposed my ideas. Now, I realize how shallow I have become after deciding to leave the movement. I have focused much on materialistic things. I miss the days when life was a lot simpler for me. I miss real people. People who don't have pretentions. I miss hearing their profound ideas, and how they analyze things. I hate being around with people who pretend to engage in an intelligent conversation, but cannot even come up with logical ideas. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I want to do something meaningful. As I have said before I'm done being around with people who live frivolous lives. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;don't know how, where, when to start....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9205484017120742778-4393942780461849411?l=perfectlyflawedlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://perfectlyflawedlife.blogspot.com/feeds/4393942780461849411/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9205484017120742778&amp;postID=4393942780461849411&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9205484017120742778/posts/default/4393942780461849411'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9205484017120742778/posts/default/4393942780461849411'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://perfectlyflawedlife.blogspot.com/2009/09/realizations.html' title='realizations....'/><author><name>winay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16890941388519176006</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AHuyrI1BF-8/Sms1XkbgdHI/AAAAAAAAALk/QmRMWe7KqzI/S220/DSC01634.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9205484017120742778.post-6631708665486649857</id><published>2009-08-20T18:45:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-20T18:56:44.424+08:00</updated><title type='text'>yay!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;Yay! super happy! very early birthday gift!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;My Sony Vaio is here! I'm super excited to use it..I'm still trying to figure out though how to make Vista more userfriendly for me..For a non-techie person like me, XP is still the best :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;Poor Neo.. I still love you..but too bad you're battery sucks :) You're still my first love..don't worry..I'm still using you because Sony doesn't have MS office yet...but maybe next week, you'll be on my sister's lap..you'll be taken care of really well..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;and to Mac...I know someday we'll be together..you're too expensive kse&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;To my Sony...you and I have a lot of work to do!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AHuyrI1BF-8/So0pf2pWz0I/AAAAAAAAAME/k8crxZMsDRU/s1600-h/sony.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5371995557744529218" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 263px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 226px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AHuyrI1BF-8/So0pf2pWz0I/AAAAAAAAAME/k8crxZMsDRU/s320/sony.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;thanks hubby for this early bday gift! :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9205484017120742778-6631708665486649857?l=perfectlyflawedlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://perfectlyflawedlife.blogspot.com/feeds/6631708665486649857/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9205484017120742778&amp;postID=6631708665486649857&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9205484017120742778/posts/default/6631708665486649857'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9205484017120742778/posts/default/6631708665486649857'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://perfectlyflawedlife.blogspot.com/2009/08/yay.html' title='yay!'/><author><name>winay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16890941388519176006</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AHuyrI1BF-8/Sms1XkbgdHI/AAAAAAAAALk/QmRMWe7KqzI/S220/DSC01634.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AHuyrI1BF-8/So0pf2pWz0I/AAAAAAAAAME/k8crxZMsDRU/s72-c/sony.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9205484017120742778.post-6330931457717798597</id><published>2009-08-12T18:26:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-12T19:57:07.882+08:00</updated><title type='text'>in love mode</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;I've been listening to this particular song for many weeks. I'm in love with this song,, and I'm sooo in love with my hubby :) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;For some maybe it's cheesy, but  this song means so much to me. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Cause if your love was all I had in this life...That would be enough...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Until the end of time.."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;It's so true, no matter how far we are from each other, at the end of the day i sill look forward to going home because everything at home just reminds me everything about him. When the world just seems so unkind and everything doesn't turn out right, he's the one I just wanna be with..He has this amazing way to make me feel better, and he's my number one &lt;em&gt;kakampi&lt;/em&gt;. Eventhough he knows I'm wrong, he'll still act as if I'm right so I won't be upset.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt; I've really found the ONE.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;What an awesome collaboration of JT and Beyonce...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;hear my heart singing..yeah yeah yeah&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-a771628f8e30a47c" 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://v12.nonxt2.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3Da771628f8e30a47c%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331492158%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D5D667A5FC184CBA73A47D81F7290419030569907.44D20C229F57E0F4A9CCC53775360D6F8CC30A69%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3Da771628f8e30a47c%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DkEdwkHBaleMTfmmMBf5xx-U4NsM&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://v12.nonxt2.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3Da771628f8e30a47c%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331492158%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D5D667A5FC184CBA73A47D81F7290419030569907.44D20C229F57E0F4A9CCC53775360D6F8CC30A69%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3Da771628f8e30a47c%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DkEdwkHBaleMTfmmMBf5xx-U4NsM&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9205484017120742778-6330931457717798597?l=perfectlyflawedlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='enclosure' type='video/mp4' href='http://www.blogger.com/video-play.mp4?contentId=a771628f8e30a47c&amp;type=video%2Fmp4' length='0'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://perfectlyflawedlife.blogspot.com/feeds/6330931457717798597/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9205484017120742778&amp;postID=6330931457717798597&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9205484017120742778/posts/default/6330931457717798597'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9205484017120742778/posts/default/6330931457717798597'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://perfectlyflawedlife.blogspot.com/2009/08/in-love-mode.html' title='in love mode'/><author><name>winay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16890941388519176006</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AHuyrI1BF-8/Sms1XkbgdHI/AAAAAAAAALk/QmRMWe7KqzI/S220/DSC01634.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9205484017120742778.post-8500944369967875642</id><published>2009-08-02T22:46:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-02T23:06:32.784+08:00</updated><title type='text'>moving on</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;NOT&lt;/strong&gt; knowing the exact reason why people just did something "&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;unacceptable&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;" to you is just the worst feeling in the world. When I say "unacceptable" it means something that can hurt you or can make you feel just fuuuuming mad. The way peeople look at things varies. It depends on a person's acceptance. The last thing I discovered though was the last straw. I don't know if things will be fixed again. I can forgive but I'm a purist. If you've done something to me, I can forgive you, but I don't think things will ever be the same again. I'm now moving on.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;It's just so sad that people can just abandon you after all the things you've done. I know it's sad, and I can do it too. I know a lot of things are going to change. I need to prepare for that. There's more for me. &lt;em&gt;I just need to accept the fact that only a few can be trusted these days and only a few will stay&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;Moving on..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;I'm not mad anymore. Maybe it's high time that I should realize the true colors of those people I chose to be with. Are there reasons to be sad? I don't wanna be sad because of that. It's a relief maybe that I know now the kind of people who are worth the genuine friendship I can offer. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;Maybe it's really time to meet more people, and it's time to be much wiser.&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/9205484017120742778-8500944369967875642?l=perfectlyflawedlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://perfectlyflawedlife.blogspot.com/feeds/8500944369967875642/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9205484017120742778&amp;postID=8500944369967875642&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9205484017120742778/posts/default/8500944369967875642'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9205484017120742778/posts/default/8500944369967875642'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://perfectlyflawedlife.blogspot.com/2009/08/moving-on.html' title='moving on'/><author><name>winay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16890941388519176006</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AHuyrI1BF-8/Sms1XkbgdHI/AAAAAAAAALk/QmRMWe7KqzI/S220/DSC01634.JPG'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9205484017120742778.post-468714329404652400</id><published>2009-07-25T23:10:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-26T00:20:22.342+08:00</updated><title type='text'>hay...wish i could..</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AHuyrI1BF-8/Smsqh2kkUrI/AAAAAAAAALc/9hFWLgzgJ9U/s1600-h/Image138.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5362426542387647154" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AHuyrI1BF-8/Smsqh2kkUrI/AAAAAAAAALc/9hFWLgzgJ9U/s320/Image138.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;Earlier, while rummaging though my piles of paper to find something I need as my reference for my training proposal, I found something that made me stop what I'm doing. It was a letter to myself I wrote on my 25th birthday. I don't even remember I wrote that one! It was written at the back of the print out of my former student's email I. It was full of positive thoughts. I have written there the three things I was very happy to achieve before my 25th birthday. It really struck me, I don't even know now what to write to myself on my next birthday. I only have one month to have something I will be proud of before turning 26. Is this the sign I've been waiting? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;Before starting to work again, I went to Greenbelt chapel. I did not really intend to ask God something for myself. I just wanted to be with Him. Suddenly, while talking to Him, I asked God if I made the right choice. If not, he should give me a sign. Tadahh! Monday, two days after I went to Greenbelt chapel, a former colleague IM-ed me. It was a job offer. I did not even have to take a test or go through a series of interviews. It was a job offer I could not resist. There is one problem though, its office is in QC, and I live in Cainta. And, I don't know how to tell my superiors that I'm gonna leave again. I have worked for barely two weeks only after my very long vacation. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;It's hard to decide. Should I wait for another sign? Should I allow myself to miss this oppurtunity? Should I accept this so that I could have something to be proud of before my next birthday?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;Decision making couldn't get any harder. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Sometimes you get no second chance and that it's best to accept the gifts the world offers you."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9205484017120742778-468714329404652400?l=perfectlyflawedlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://perfectlyflawedlife.blogspot.com/feeds/468714329404652400/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9205484017120742778&amp;postID=468714329404652400&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9205484017120742778/posts/default/468714329404652400'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9205484017120742778/posts/default/468714329404652400'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://perfectlyflawedlife.blogspot.com/2009/07/haywish-i-could.html' title='hay...wish i could..'/><author><name>winay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16890941388519176006</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AHuyrI1BF-8/Sms1XkbgdHI/AAAAAAAAALk/QmRMWe7KqzI/S220/DSC01634.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AHuyrI1BF-8/Smsqh2kkUrI/AAAAAAAAALc/9hFWLgzgJ9U/s72-c/Image138.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9205484017120742778.post-6978022675599756167</id><published>2009-07-24T23:01:00.011+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-24T23:36:10.753+08:00</updated><title type='text'>watching boysiimen</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;BoysIIMen in Manila&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;July 21, 2009&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Araneta Coliseum&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know they always come here, but I really wanted to see them perform live. I'm a huge fan of their songs, they can really make you say...aawwww...&lt;br /&gt;I thought I was going to have a blast. I was a little disappointed. It was very short, good thing they sang my favorite "Water Runs Dry."&lt;br /&gt;Listening to my other favorite, "I miss you" could have made a difference though. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Of course, there are pics..Filipinos are certified camwhores.. Flashing lights were everywhere..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="color:#0000ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AHuyrI1BF-8/SmnSNZ9PXqI/AAAAAAAAALU/LfyTru6QYPM/s1600-h/boys2men4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5362047959109164706" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AHuyrI1BF-8/SmnSNZ9PXqI/AAAAAAAAALU/LfyTru6QYPM/s320/boys2men4.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5362043339704023794" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AHuyrI1BF-8/SmnOAhVOuvI/AAAAAAAAAK8/KJ3orwWaPFQ/s320/boys2men2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5362043255714068802" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AHuyrI1BF-8/SmnN7ocduUI/AAAAAAAAAK0/6-Q75Yjz9a0/s320/boys2men3.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AHuyrI1BF-8/SmnNw4jj9yI/AAAAAAAAAKk/GUvL9otabFo/s1600-h/boys2men5.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5362043071060244258" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AHuyrI1BF-8/SmnNw4jj9yI/AAAAAAAAAKk/GUvL9otabFo/s320/boys2men5.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt; finale&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I was with Daisy and Merk (again). As if i have a choice hehehe. labyu guys!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&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/9205484017120742778-6978022675599756167?l=perfectlyflawedlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://perfectlyflawedlife.blogspot.com/feeds/6978022675599756167/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9205484017120742778&amp;postID=6978022675599756167&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9205484017120742778/posts/default/6978022675599756167'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9205484017120742778/posts/default/6978022675599756167'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://perfectlyflawedlife.blogspot.com/2009/07/watching-boysiimen.html' title='watching boysiimen'/><author><name>winay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16890941388519176006</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AHuyrI1BF-8/Sms1XkbgdHI/AAAAAAAAALk/QmRMWe7KqzI/S220/DSC01634.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AHuyrI1BF-8/SmnSNZ9PXqI/AAAAAAAAALU/LfyTru6QYPM/s72-c/boys2men4.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9205484017120742778.post-3081970855625385433</id><published>2009-07-18T17:28:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-18T18:01:14.690+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;It was one helluva week!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;I started working again for the same compnany last Monday. I thought they would allocate less than a hundred essays for me to proofread. It was 134! When I was still on vacation, each tutor only received less than a hundred essays. Bad timing for me tsk tsk tsk&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;It was one helluva week that I needed a strong alcohol. I'm not much of a drinker now, so tequila or some mixed cocktails are the only alcoholic drinks I can take now. I needed to be intoxicated! So, last Friday, tadah! wish come true. I told my friend, one shot of tequila or just 1 glass of margarita is enough. it turned out that 1 isn't enought.. 4 glasses of margarita, just enough to lull me into sleep...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;Unplanned night out again with my 2 kaladkaring bessies..literal na spontanyong pagkilos hahaha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5359736199839622546" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AHuyrI1BF-8/SmGbrTk-JZI/AAAAAAAAAKc/lPH3GN4xd1I/s320/merk.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AHuyrI1BF-8/SmGYx-0HCMI/AAAAAAAAAKU/3Bjo9Ivy9DY/s1600-h/absinth2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5359733015990175938" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AHuyrI1BF-8/SmGYx-0HCMI/AAAAAAAAAKU/3Bjo9Ivy9DY/s320/absinth2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AHuyrI1BF-8/SmGYpOGGAsI/AAAAAAAAAKM/dJfdqLvUN0c/s1600-h/absinth1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5359732865473315522" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AHuyrI1BF-8/SmGYpOGGAsI/AAAAAAAAAKM/dJfdqLvUN0c/s320/absinth1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I dunno what's in store for me next week. I need to be more than ready I guess&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&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/9205484017120742778-3081970855625385433?l=perfectlyflawedlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://perfectlyflawedlife.blogspot.com/feeds/3081970855625385433/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9205484017120742778&amp;postID=3081970855625385433&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9205484017120742778/posts/default/3081970855625385433'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9205484017120742778/posts/default/3081970855625385433'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://perfectlyflawedlife.blogspot.com/2009/07/it-was-one-helluva-week-i-started.html' title=''/><author><name>winay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16890941388519176006</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AHuyrI1BF-8/Sms1XkbgdHI/AAAAAAAAALk/QmRMWe7KqzI/S220/DSC01634.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AHuyrI1BF-8/SmGbrTk-JZI/AAAAAAAAAKc/lPH3GN4xd1I/s72-c/merk.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9205484017120742778.post-5280424804575957842</id><published>2009-07-16T11:08:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-16T14:17:21.338+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AHuyrI1BF-8/Sl6aHk6TgtI/AAAAAAAAAKE/UgOSGYiCBJ4/s1600-h/!worried.gif"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5358890061575455442" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 269px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 292px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AHuyrI1BF-8/Sl6aHk6TgtI/AAAAAAAAAKE/UgOSGYiCBJ4/s320/!worried.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AHuyrI1BF-8/Sl6Z-QRh-UI/AAAAAAAAAJ8/yqNlueyo6tM/s1600-h/anxious.gif"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;THIS IS SOOO MEEEE TODAY!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Prang sasabog na utak ko sa pagpoproofread!&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9205484017120742778-5280424804575957842?l=perfectlyflawedlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://perfectlyflawedlife.blogspot.com/feeds/5280424804575957842/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9205484017120742778&amp;postID=5280424804575957842&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9205484017120742778/posts/default/5280424804575957842'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9205484017120742778/posts/default/5280424804575957842'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://perfectlyflawedlife.blogspot.com/2009/07/this-is-sooo-meeee-today-prang-sasabog.html' title=''/><author><name>winay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16890941388519176006</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AHuyrI1BF-8/Sms1XkbgdHI/AAAAAAAAALk/QmRMWe7KqzI/S220/DSC01634.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AHuyrI1BF-8/Sl6aHk6TgtI/AAAAAAAAAKE/UgOSGYiCBJ4/s72-c/!worried.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9205484017120742778.post-3161931641491883500</id><published>2009-07-08T21:38:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-08T21:48:39.876+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AHuyrI1BF-8/SlShtqgD95I/AAAAAAAAAJ0/4nHhMcyqAh8/s1600-h/bday+gift+160.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5356083662725314450" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AHuyrI1BF-8/SlShtqgD95I/AAAAAAAAAJ0/4nHhMcyqAh8/s320/bday+gift+160.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I'm so gonna look like my mother when I become 70 years old hehehe&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Happy Birthday Nay!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ffcc33;"&gt;I love you soo soo much! I wish I could spend more time with you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;More birthdays to come. We'll all wait for your golden wedding anniversary.&lt;/em&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/9205484017120742778-3161931641491883500?l=perfectlyflawedlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://perfectlyflawedlife.blogspot.com/feeds/3161931641491883500/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9205484017120742778&amp;postID=3161931641491883500&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9205484017120742778/posts/default/3161931641491883500'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9205484017120742778/posts/default/3161931641491883500'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://perfectlyflawedlife.blogspot.com/2009/07/im-so-gonna-look-like-my-mother-when-i.html' title=''/><author><name>winay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16890941388519176006</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AHuyrI1BF-8/Sms1XkbgdHI/AAAAAAAAALk/QmRMWe7KqzI/S220/DSC01634.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AHuyrI1BF-8/SlShtqgD95I/AAAAAAAAAJ0/4nHhMcyqAh8/s72-c/bday+gift+160.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9205484017120742778.post-5053665056662971197</id><published>2009-07-07T19:31:00.011+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-07T21:23:53.219+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;I'm so excited to work again. Yey! I miss deadlines and the adrenaline rush when I'm busy. I'm going back to my previous job, since I haven't really filed my resignation formally. I just decided to accept the offer again mainly because of their super flexible schedule. I miss editing academic essays! Wla lang, I'm just so giddy these days. :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;And speaking of being giddy. here are some things that made/make me like li'l miss sunshine&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;My mother's 70th birthday!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;Can't believe my mother is already 70 years old! She doesn't look her age and she is very strong. She can still travel alone, go to the market alone, can do the laundry, can still sew clothes just exactly the way she did when she was still young, and  can do a lot of other things! June 30 was my Inay's birthday, so the whole family spent the weekend in our hometown to have a small celebration. My friends Cess, Merk, and Daisy also joined us. What they did? They just ate, snoozed, ate, snoozed. &lt;em&gt;Patabaing baboy&lt;/em&gt; in short. We just enjoyed our Videoke session and had a few rounds of drinks. Red wine for me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AHuyrI1BF-8/SlM1quPmWzI/AAAAAAAAAJs/l7bmaYq_mF4/s1600-h/DSC02405.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5355683389957888818" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AHuyrI1BF-8/SlM1quPmWzI/AAAAAAAAAJs/l7bmaYq_mF4/s320/DSC02405.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AHuyrI1BF-8/SlM1HwmYAnI/AAAAAAAAAJk/1ATzq9yfOzg/s1600-h/DSC02399.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5355682789294867058" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AHuyrI1BF-8/SlM1HwmYAnI/AAAAAAAAAJk/1ATzq9yfOzg/s320/DSC02399.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AHuyrI1BF-8/SlM0zDzuaJI/AAAAAAAAAJc/im53c2lapPI/s1600-h/DSC02401.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5355682433673881746" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AHuyrI1BF-8/SlM0zDzuaJI/AAAAAAAAAJc/im53c2lapPI/s320/DSC02401.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt; my mother doesn't look like she's already 70 years old&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;Mango Iced Tea!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;I super love it! It's my newest addiction. The mango iced tea from Philippine Travel Cafe at Greenbelt 5. When I'm in Ayala area in Makati, I make sure that I visit a friend who works in a travel agency which is located inside that cafe. I don't care if she's busy. It's just a great place to relax. Free wifi, nice ambiance, super yummy mango iced tea, it's just perfect after a busy day in the office or after a tiring shopping spree :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="color:#0000ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AHuyrI1BF-8/SlM0gstNGrI/AAAAAAAAAJU/UhEE-eIelx0/s1600-h/Image085.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5355682118234872498" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AHuyrI1BF-8/SlM0gstNGrI/AAAAAAAAAJU/UhEE-eIelx0/s320/Image085.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;em&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;uber tall glass&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;End of Season SALE!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;I love it when it's the end of the season. Every retail store is having a very big sale. The thifty shopaholic in me emerges when stores are on sale. Imagine buying jeans, basic tops, ever reliable cardigans, flirty dresses from &lt;strong&gt;Zara, TopShop, Mango, and Warehouse&lt;/strong&gt; for half the price. You can also buy a nice shirt for your man from &lt;strong&gt;TopMan&lt;/strong&gt;. You'll end up buying all those basic essentials once you enter their stores. Such a treat! Just make sure that the items you buy are something that you will really wear.&lt;/span&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 align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AHuyrI1BF-8/SlM0UiOIUZI/AAAAAAAAAJM/jZurcekNgLI/s1600-h/topshop_podcast_logo.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5355681909261750674" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AHuyrI1BF-8/SlM0UiOIUZI/AAAAAAAAAJM/jZurcekNgLI/s320/topshop_podcast_logo.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;Boys II Men Concert!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;July 21 is the date! I've been waiting for this. I wasn't able to attend their concert the last time they were here, so I took this chance. I'm afraid I might not see them again. They're getting old and they might be another MJ hehee :) I'm so excited to see them and watch them perform LIVE. I'm getting ready to sing with them!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5355680669719156834" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AHuyrI1BF-8/SlMzMYkJWGI/AAAAAAAAAI8/OdnwRd9ilxo/s320/DSC02470.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;sooo sooo excited!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#cc6600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Celeteque Facial Wash and Facial Scub (vanity at its finest!)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I used to be a Pond's girl. It is a great product. It's cheap and it really works. However, I think there is such a thing as saturation point when it comes to skin care products. I don't know if I got the right word for that. My skin doesn't respond to Pond's care anymore hehe. I've been looking for some organic products, since I've started using mineral make up but I couldn't find one. I cannot find some organic products in Watson's and SM supermarket and I'm so tamad to go to Rustan's. I just decided to try Celeteque. I just love the result. When I wash my face at night, I don't need to apply moisturizer because my skin just feels oh so soft even in the morning. Its facial scrub is also very gentle but can really expoliate dry skin. I know I'm sooo vain, can't help it I'm turning 26 in September. Getting ready for some anti-aging cream hehehe&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AHuyrI1BF-8/SlMyeiyPKkI/AAAAAAAAAI0/QCfscaHrYnE/s1600-h/celeteque.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5355679882188630594" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 213px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AHuyrI1BF-8/SlMyeiyPKkI/AAAAAAAAAI0/QCfscaHrYnE/s320/celeteque.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;can't help but blog :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;I should be busy pla for my recertification training. Tomorrow is the middle of the week. Such a busy month!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9205484017120742778-5053665056662971197?l=perfectlyflawedlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://perfectlyflawedlife.blogspot.com/feeds/5053665056662971197/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9205484017120742778&amp;postID=5053665056662971197&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9205484017120742778/posts/default/5053665056662971197'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9205484017120742778/posts/default/5053665056662971197'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://perfectlyflawedlife.blogspot.com/2009/07/im-so-excited-to-work-again.html' title=''/><author><name>winay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16890941388519176006</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AHuyrI1BF-8/Sms1XkbgdHI/AAAAAAAAALk/QmRMWe7KqzI/S220/DSC01634.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AHuyrI1BF-8/SlM1quPmWzI/AAAAAAAAAJs/l7bmaYq_mF4/s72-c/DSC02405.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9205484017120742778.post-7771037260684991558</id><published>2009-07-06T21:09:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-06T21:38:42.041+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;My internet connection is back after more than a week of no Internet connection. I don't know how long it will last or how soon it will be disconnected again or how many times Globe Broadband will have system restoration for this week. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;I'm so tired of calling Globe's hotline, waiting for like forever to talk to the CSRs, dealing with some incompetent CSRs, and listening to the same excuse they say everytime I complain about having no connection. Yep,&lt;strong&gt; everyday&lt;/strong&gt; as in every single day of my life that I need to go online, I have to call that freakin' hotline just to check my e-mails or see what's hot on the world wide web.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;I should've waited for PLDT to install my phone and DSL. Subscribing to Globe Broadband is a huge mistake! I opted to subsribe to 2mb plan for a fast connection so that I could work at home, but I haven't had a decent connection since May 14 - the exact date this crappy broadband was installed. I lost a lot of money I should've earned from a job that was offered by a friend. I can't accept the job anymore because my Internet connection is so unpredictable. What they say about the problem is just the same thing. If it's just the same thing, why can't they fix it? Why is it happening everyday? Why can't you tell what the real problem is?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Globe Broadband&lt;/strong&gt; is offering nothing but a &lt;strong&gt;third world broadband connection&lt;/strong&gt; and a &lt;strong&gt;third world customer service&lt;/strong&gt;. Puhhleaassee &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;FIX YOUR SYSTEM!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;woohh...that was mean I know, I just need to vent out.&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/9205484017120742778-7771037260684991558?l=perfectlyflawedlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://perfectlyflawedlife.blogspot.com/feeds/7771037260684991558/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9205484017120742778&amp;postID=7771037260684991558&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9205484017120742778/posts/default/7771037260684991558'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9205484017120742778/posts/default/7771037260684991558'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://perfectlyflawedlife.blogspot.com/2009/07/my-internet-connection-is-back-after.html' title=''/><author><name>winay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16890941388519176006</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AHuyrI1BF-8/Sms1XkbgdHI/AAAAAAAAALk/QmRMWe7KqzI/S220/DSC01634.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9205484017120742778.post-7679416195419289671</id><published>2009-06-28T19:53:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-28T20:07:50.722+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;It's our first wedding anniversary!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;This should be a happy day as happy as this couple on our wedding cake.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AHuyrI1BF-8/SkdZwDpZGvI/AAAAAAAAAIs/75l2wvkCjqw/s1600-h/cake+topper.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5352345364300634866" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AHuyrI1BF-8/SkdZwDpZGvI/AAAAAAAAAIs/75l2wvkCjqw/s320/cake+topper.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;I wonder what couples do to celebrate their very first wedding anniversary. Do they go on a very special date? Do they surprise each other? or Is it just an ordinary day for them to argue and fight over things? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;I've been waiting for this for a long time and been wondering how I'd feel on this very important occasion. I know we will still have more wedding anniversaries, but this is our "first." Beeing a sentimental fool, every "first" is always very significant. Hay, too much for this drama.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;Just wait for more years of being together in a happy, peaceful, and loving relationship,&lt;/span&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/9205484017120742778-7679416195419289671?l=perfectlyflawedlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://perfectlyflawedlife.blogspot.com/feeds/7679416195419289671/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9205484017120742778&amp;postID=7679416195419289671&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9205484017120742778/posts/default/7679416195419289671'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9205484017120742778/posts/default/7679416195419289671'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://perfectlyflawedlife.blogspot.com/2009/06/its-our-first-wedding-anniversary-this.html' title=''/><author><name>winay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16890941388519176006</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AHuyrI1BF-8/Sms1XkbgdHI/AAAAAAAAALk/QmRMWe7KqzI/S220/DSC01634.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AHuyrI1BF-8/SkdZwDpZGvI/AAAAAAAAAIs/75l2wvkCjqw/s72-c/cake+topper.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9205484017120742778.post-4264493955523393476</id><published>2009-06-27T17:26:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-27T17:46:02.844+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;On a Friday night....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;emo mode&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;listening to mushy songs while spending tme with your laptop, &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Facebooking, looking for Gossip blogs, watching non-sense video clips on YouTube and some juicy scandal :P&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AHuyrI1BF-8/SkXmb9gG05I/AAAAAAAAAIk/qZRZ_uAVtLA/s1600-h/me2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5351937100239786898" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AHuyrI1BF-8/SkXmb9gG05I/AAAAAAAAAIk/qZRZ_uAVtLA/s320/me2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;Being so alone, asked hubby to go online and talked about how her life sucks without him&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AHuyrI1BF-8/SkXmVnh9rhI/AAAAAAAAAIc/BJYVYmCp6rU/s1600-h/me.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5351936991262780946" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AHuyrI1BF-8/SkXmVnh9rhI/AAAAAAAAAIc/BJYVYmCp6rU/s320/me.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;Invited single friends to come over, misery loves company..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;Looking like a bunch of losers, instead of partying all night&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;here you are very happy to share your wifi with your single friends who should be fishing outside&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AHuyrI1BF-8/SkXmNoSo_dI/AAAAAAAAAIU/wn4tFKtX1hE/s1600-h/bff2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5351936854027992530" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AHuyrI1BF-8/SkXmNoSo_dI/AAAAAAAAAIU/wn4tFKtX1hE/s320/bff2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;A souvenir of a lousy Friday night&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;all smile for the cam&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AHuyrI1BF-8/SkXmGOb9C2I/AAAAAAAAAIM/Xz91M_kCMk0/s1600-h/bff.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5351936726828649314" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AHuyrI1BF-8/SkXmGOb9C2I/AAAAAAAAAIM/Xz91M_kCMk0/s320/bff.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;Looking forward to more productive days. Can't stand being a bum.&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/9205484017120742778-4264493955523393476?l=perfectlyflawedlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://perfectlyflawedlife.blogspot.com/feeds/4264493955523393476/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9205484017120742778&amp;postID=4264493955523393476&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9205484017120742778/posts/default/4264493955523393476'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9205484017120742778/posts/default/4264493955523393476'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://perfectlyflawedlife.blogspot.com/2009/06/on-friday-night.html' title=''/><author><name>winay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16890941388519176006</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AHuyrI1BF-8/Sms1XkbgdHI/AAAAAAAAALk/QmRMWe7KqzI/S220/DSC01634.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AHuyrI1BF-8/SkXmb9gG05I/AAAAAAAAAIk/qZRZ_uAVtLA/s72-c/me2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9205484017120742778.post-3099714440176964314</id><published>2009-06-25T20:45:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-25T21:39:21.820+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;Such a tiring day. I was supposed to go to the bank today to fix some papers and go to Makati to submit my resignation paper to my previous employer since I am still on my indefinite leave and go to the other company I used to work for to visit some colleagues there and surrender my key card, but as usual I woke at lunch time again. So, I just stayed home again and did some chores.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;Cleaning the entire unit was not easy as it seemed. I'm happy with the result though. It smells good and looks really clean :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;***I just realized that a warm bath really helps to soothe tired muscles. After a very tiring day, ahot shower is such a treat. Now, I want to have a hot tub here at home. Sna kasya sa bathroom hehehe.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;***Taking quizzes on Facebook has become my latest addiction. I am now laughing out loud alone because of the Kalye name we got. I think the one who made this quiz knows us hehehe&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;mine: wlang boobs (obvious)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;my husband: libagin (he's dark hehe)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;Merk: amoy tae (spreading his shit hehehe)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;Cess: tekla (it just suits her for some reason)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;Daisy: ms stretchmark (meron nga hehehe)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;It's a good thing I can still hear myself laughing even though I'm alone here at home. Love it!&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/9205484017120742778-3099714440176964314?l=perfectlyflawedlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://perfectlyflawedlife.blogspot.com/feeds/3099714440176964314/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9205484017120742778&amp;postID=3099714440176964314&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9205484017120742778/posts/default/3099714440176964314'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9205484017120742778/posts/default/3099714440176964314'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://perfectlyflawedlife.blogspot.com/2009/06/such-tiring-day.html' title=''/><author><name>winay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16890941388519176006</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AHuyrI1BF-8/Sms1XkbgdHI/AAAAAAAAALk/QmRMWe7KqzI/S220/DSC01634.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9205484017120742778.post-6841524533370026547</id><published>2009-06-24T01:49:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-27T01:48:12.573+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;Dahil wla akong importanteng lakad today, nagpakabusybusyhan ako. I've been planning to organize our closet, but I'm still avoiding doing strenous activity so it took me a long while to do this. I have cleaned my closet before we moved here in our new home, but I realized that I still have some pieces I don't wear or haven't worn for years but i still keep them. It's so hard to decide whether I should keep them or not. Being a sentimental fool, I ended up keeping them because of some memories those pieces have. Bkit ba kse hirap ilet go ang magagandang alaala ng simula ng pkikiparelasyon sa asawa hehehe. I bet, after two days my closet will be such a big mess again. Meron na yata akong clutter disorder. Sbi nga ng brother ko, what I need is a walk-in closet. But, i'm improving. I'm cooking again! I cook for my lunch and dinner na. I just wish I could share my experimental dish with my hubby.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;Today. for lunch, i cooked my fave beef dish, No wonder, i have some discomfort again because of my arthritis. "Hay beef i love you but you're hurting me hehehe." Thanks to Ponstan. "But Ponstan, please don't let my intestine suffer when I get old, I will miss something that I do best. " For dinner, I cooked my fave stir fry mixed veggies with shrimp. It was heavenly, I swear. I ate it with my favorite kikay pink fish- besugo. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Trial and error lng tlga mga cooking techniques, but I'd still love to have formal cooking classes especially Thai and Spanish dishes. I want to be the best cook, so that my husband will no longer ask his mom to cook his favorite food. Can't wait for my next grocery shopping. I'm gonna look for more herbs and spices to add flavors and colors sa makulay kong buhay may asawa, I mean sa mga nakaline up kong experimental dishes. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cooking gadgets are also very important. I enjoy cooking when I have uber nice utensils and kitchen equipment. I love my La Germania and my very reliable non-sticky pan, can't wait for my set of Pyrex. Quickfire's Rose Dominguez's cooking gadgets are the coolest. From garlic slicer to every equipment and every utensil is just awesome. Can't wait to ask my husband to purchase those gadgets. I bet he'll love them. he wants to be a chef and he cooks steak to die for. :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cooking keeps me busy these days, though sobrng kalat pa din ng bahay. Since I'm still recovering from my d and c, and it's been a month pa lang, i'm doing one household chore a day. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Things to do:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;arrange our shoes, throw some boxes&lt;br /&gt;change curtains and sheets&lt;br /&gt;sweep and mop the floor&lt;br /&gt;clean our bathroom (get rid of nasty stains eeww)&lt;br /&gt;get rid of unnecessary receipts and docs (arrghhh tiresome)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm so domesticated and I'm enjoying it. Wish me luck. &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/9205484017120742778-6841524533370026547?l=perfectlyflawedlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://perfectlyflawedlife.blogspot.com/feeds/6841524533370026547/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9205484017120742778&amp;postID=6841524533370026547&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9205484017120742778/posts/default/6841524533370026547'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9205484017120742778/posts/default/6841524533370026547'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://perfectlyflawedlife.blogspot.com/2009/06/dahil-wla-akong-importanteng-lakad.html' title=''/><author><name>winay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16890941388519176006</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AHuyrI1BF-8/Sms1XkbgdHI/AAAAAAAAALk/QmRMWe7KqzI/S220/DSC01634.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9205484017120742778.post-8290510780194124003</id><published>2009-06-21T22:32:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-21T23:15:12.166+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;I've been avoiding blogging for weeks now..Facebook addiction has replaced blogging to kill time and it's really interactive and a lof of my close friends are on Facebook :) I missed blogging though.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;As I was reading my last post here, I could see the same angry person with a lot of drama going on. Am I still the same person? I guess yeah but a much better version of that person. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;Last month I was bursting with joy when I blogged about my pregnancy. I was so excited of telling the world that I would become a "mother" soon. I even received a lot of messages on Mother's day. After the unfortunate event, all of the excitement and expectations were replaced by depression. It's been a month and I'm strill trying to find happiness I felt when I was still expecting. It could never be found again, but there are still a lot of reasons to put things back into normal again. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;I promised myself that I would not put too much drama in my life as much as I used to. So, now I'm trying to be the person that I really want to be. I like myself better when I'm so bubbly, and positive. Enough for romanticizing everything, it just creates too much unnecessary drama. I wish I could live this way. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;I'm just so excited to see the future. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9205484017120742778-8290510780194124003?l=perfectlyflawedlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://perfectlyflawedlife.blogspot.com/feeds/8290510780194124003/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9205484017120742778&amp;postID=8290510780194124003&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9205484017120742778/posts/default/8290510780194124003'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9205484017120742778/posts/default/8290510780194124003'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://perfectlyflawedlife.blogspot.com/2009/06/ive-been-avoiding-blogging-for-weeks.html' title=''/><author><name>winay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16890941388519176006</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AHuyrI1BF-8/Sms1XkbgdHI/AAAAAAAAALk/QmRMWe7KqzI/S220/DSC01634.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9205484017120742778.post-795852087845147932</id><published>2009-05-30T12:28:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-02T18:48:48.848+08:00</updated><title type='text'>finding solace in solitude</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;For those people who know me very well, I know they understand what I'm going through these days. With the things that happened and the things I have done, hearing bad news or people treating me badly is more than I can handle. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;I just don't know what I want these days. I want to be with myself. So please, people who keep on ranting about those people I barely care about, stop telling me stories. I don't want to hear your stories. I have a lot of my own. I have my own family to think about, I have friends I wanna be with. And when I'm ready or when I feel like it, I want to be with my people. I want to be with my family and friends, people I wanna have a true conversation with and people who can understand me the most.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;I'm tired of wearing a brave face or a fake smile. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;That's all I need.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9205484017120742778-795852087845147932?l=perfectlyflawedlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://perfectlyflawedlife.blogspot.com/feeds/795852087845147932/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9205484017120742778&amp;postID=795852087845147932&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9205484017120742778/posts/default/795852087845147932'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9205484017120742778/posts/default/795852087845147932'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://perfectlyflawedlife.blogspot.com/2009/05/finding-solace-in-solitude.html' title='finding solace in solitude'/><author><name>winay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16890941388519176006</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AHuyrI1BF-8/Sms1XkbgdHI/AAAAAAAAALk/QmRMWe7KqzI/S220/DSC01634.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9205484017120742778.post-7445379197841401040</id><published>2009-04-18T18:46:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-18T19:15:32.343+08:00</updated><title type='text'>good news</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;One of the things that I am afraid of is giving birth. I know that it's something that most women have to go through, but the thought of it scares the hell out of me. I am actually afraid of getting pregnant and wishing that I would not get pregnant anytime soon. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;For the past weeks I've been feeling strange. I've been feeling extremely tired, I could hardly tolerate my headaches and cramps in my stomach. I was confident that it was just stress or maybe anxiety attack. Due to missed period and some signs of pregnancy, I decided to see an obgyne. Since my husband has left for the States already last Saturday, my bestfriend was kind enough to use her one hour break to accompany me to Makati Medical Center. She kept on telling me that I am pregnant because I look so ugly and stressed. What a logical explanation huh? My obgyne advised me to have my ultrasound instead of pregnancy test. I waited for 2 hours for my name to be called. I was so nervous when I already lay down on the bed. After a few minutes I heard the Doctor saying that what she was seeing is equivalent to 4 weeks. I was clueless, then I asked her if it's positive or not. I was teary eyed when she said "yes, you're definitely pregnant." I thought that I would not be as happy as that. I texted all my friends my good news. Then, I told my husband that he needs to go home on December to see his little angel. Of course he is so happy and excited. I know his parents are so excited too, especially that our baby will be their first "apo." My sister in law was so happy when she heard the good news. My friends are very excited too. My dilemma now is to choose who are going to be my baby's ninongs and ninangs. For sure, the list will be really long.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I'm still scared of this whole thing, but I need to be strong and brave. I need to overcome my fear and let go of the negative thoughts for a healthy pregnancy. My husband may not be here, but I know that he will do his best to support me and provide me with the love and care I need especially during this time, and I know that God is always with me. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;"You'll never know how strong you are until being strong is the only choice you have."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9205484017120742778-7445379197841401040?l=perfectlyflawedlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://perfectlyflawedlife.blogspot.com/feeds/7445379197841401040/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9205484017120742778&amp;postID=7445379197841401040&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9205484017120742778/posts/default/7445379197841401040'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9205484017120742778/posts/default/7445379197841401040'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://perfectlyflawedlife.blogspot.com/2009/04/good-news.html' title='good news'/><author><name>winay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16890941388519176006</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AHuyrI1BF-8/Sms1XkbgdHI/AAAAAAAAALk/QmRMWe7KqzI/S220/DSC01634.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9205484017120742778.post-3198492703678239461</id><published>2009-04-14T18:57:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-14T19:41:40.507+08:00</updated><title type='text'>gibberish..random..</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:85%;"&gt;It is difficult to put into words every emotion we have, especially if it is so extreme that only us could understand the profundity of how we feel. I can't help but blame myself sometimes for being too emotional. This kind of character never fails me to put myself into trouble.&lt;br /&gt;Too much anger hasn't failed me to hurt other people or to do things that are unacceptable for other people. I've been through a lot. I need to put myself back together to start a new life, one that is positive.&lt;br /&gt;Too much sadness causes me to entertain a lot of negative thoughts, fear, anxiety and insecurity. I'm a kind of person who doesn't know how to hide her emotions. When I'm sad, I let the other people know, the bad thing about it though is that I feel worse when I know that other people are happy. How selfish is that?&lt;br /&gt;I don't think I make sense here. It's like I'm talking gibberish again. That's the effect of being so alone at home. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:85%;"&gt;********&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:85%;"&gt;I haven't updated this blog for ages. I just didn't feel like putting into words things that have happened and all those feelings. A lot of things had happened already. Of course the highlight would be my husband's vacation. After 8 months of being apart, thanks to recession hehehe he came home sooner than expected. 4 weeks of being together is very short. We were so busy with our new home, buying furniture, fixing things, and all those errands so time really flew fast. Good thing we were able to go to Bora and had some quality time together. I can't wait for his next vacation. I'm also waiting for some good news.&lt;br /&gt;Now, I cannot express how much sadness I feel right now, of course I miss being around with my husband. I miss his cooking:) I miss his jokes. I miss how he makes me smile and laugh. I miss how he fools around. I haven't changed our sheets, our pillowcase, and our blanket. His scent is still there and smelling that masculine scent makes me feel like he's just there hugging me and watching me while I asleep. So, for sleepovers I won't allow you to use our pillows hehehe&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:85%;"&gt;To my husband,&lt;br /&gt;We've been through a lot, but we can still prove to ourselves how much we love each other and how far we can go to make our marriage life better. I still believe in promises. I love you so much....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AHuyrI1BF-8/SeR11NsoRqI/AAAAAAAAAHo/xb1qoQzAfis/s1600-h/DSC01962.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5324510216529135266" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AHuyrI1BF-8/SeR11NsoRqI/AAAAAAAAAHo/xb1qoQzAfis/s400/DSC01962.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NAIA&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9205484017120742778-3198492703678239461?l=perfectlyflawedlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://perfectlyflawedlife.blogspot.com/feeds/3198492703678239461/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9205484017120742778&amp;postID=3198492703678239461&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9205484017120742778/posts/default/3198492703678239461'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9205484017120742778/posts/default/3198492703678239461'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://perfectlyflawedlife.blogspot.com/2009/04/gibberishrandom.html' title='gibberish..random..'/><author><name>winay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16890941388519176006</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AHuyrI1BF-8/Sms1XkbgdHI/AAAAAAAAALk/QmRMWe7KqzI/S220/DSC01634.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AHuyrI1BF-8/SeR11NsoRqI/AAAAAAAAAHo/xb1qoQzAfis/s72-c/DSC01962.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9205484017120742778.post-2462477889172391887</id><published>2008-12-13T17:55:00.012+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-13T20:58:42.317+08:00</updated><title type='text'>i'm back</title><content type='html'>It's been a while since my last post. I've been so busy again. As usual, a lot of things happened.&lt;br /&gt;I'm not in the mood to contemplate these days. I just let the days pass. I think I'm being just spontaneous to make things less complicated.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I can't still forget my weekend with my friends two weeks ago. We celebrated Merk's bday in my favorite city here in the Philippines. Baguio City! I've always been fascinated by its beauty and culture.&lt;br /&gt;Let me share some of the photos my friends and I took.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the bday boy(?) and the sansrival cake&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AHuyrI1BF-8/SUOI86wa2UI/AAAAAAAAAHQ/BaW8iiEYANA/s1600-h/DSC00115.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5279213768354224450" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AHuyrI1BF-8/SUOI86wa2UI/AAAAAAAAAHQ/BaW8iiEYANA/s400/DSC00115.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;come OUT ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AHuyrI1BF-8/SUOI5s6YtUI/AAAAAAAAAHI/OQL3r5il3Do/s1600-h/DSC00110.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5279213713098323266" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AHuyrI1BF-8/SUOI5s6YtUI/AAAAAAAAAHI/OQL3r5il3Do/s400/DSC00110.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; college friends&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AHuyrI1BF-8/SUOI2Zp90yI/AAAAAAAAAHA/x1gJ0Anu1nQ/s1600-h/DSC00105.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5279213656389571362" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AHuyrI1BF-8/SUOI2Zp90yI/AAAAAAAAAHA/x1gJ0Anu1nQ/s400/DSC00105.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so glad to have free lunch&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AHuyrI1BF-8/SUOIyxmJIrI/AAAAAAAAAG4/_8vSB4tmVU0/s1600-h/DSC00104.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5279213594096509618" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AHuyrI1BF-8/SUOIyxmJIrI/AAAAAAAAAG4/_8vSB4tmVU0/s400/DSC00104.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AHuyrI1BF-8/SUOIu9jKq-I/AAAAAAAAAGw/vmhjwN5GDq8/s1600-h/DSC00102.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5279213528585776098" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AHuyrI1BF-8/SUOIu9jKq-I/AAAAAAAAAGw/vmhjwN5GDq8/s400/DSC00102.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;chaperone si nanay&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AHuyrI1BF-8/SUOIh4QlwvI/AAAAAAAAAGg/UYfyhnGnL-E/s1600-h/DSC00099.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5279213303827383026" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AHuyrI1BF-8/SUOIh4QlwvI/AAAAAAAAAGg/UYfyhnGnL-E/s400/DSC00099.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&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/9205484017120742778-2462477889172391887?l=perfectlyflawedlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://perfectlyflawedlife.blogspot.com/feeds/2462477889172391887/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9205484017120742778&amp;postID=2462477889172391887&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9205484017120742778/posts/default/2462477889172391887'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9205484017120742778/posts/default/2462477889172391887'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://perfectlyflawedlife.blogspot.com/2008/12/im-back.html' title='i&apos;m back'/><author><name>winay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16890941388519176006</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AHuyrI1BF-8/Sms1XkbgdHI/AAAAAAAAALk/QmRMWe7KqzI/S220/DSC01634.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AHuyrI1BF-8/SUOI86wa2UI/AAAAAAAAAHQ/BaW8iiEYANA/s72-c/DSC00115.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9205484017120742778.post-193226247329497629</id><published>2008-11-22T22:08:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-22T22:47:04.996+08:00</updated><title type='text'>wish list</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;Before writing down my previous post I told myself I was going to have my wish list for Christmas to brighten up my mood. I just felt like there was still something stuck on my chest after letting it out in a creepy comfort room here in cai sta office. Actually, I still feel so heavy while listening to mushy songs, spend my life with you and for you. Talking about indulging my sadness huh?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;Before I get too emotional again, I'd better have my list already. Who knows, a person with a good heart there would love to share his/her blessings :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;Actually when I was thinking of my list, I was telling myself that the things I like are things I can actually afford myself or more than wants than needs. But, what the heck! It's for fun anyway.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;1. A basket of goodies to complete my dream of a lazy sunday afternoon. (reese's peanut butter cups, pistachio nuts, half dozen of krispy creme's original glaze, 6 packs of soda in can, nestle's butter finger, lay's sour n cream flavor) this is heavenly good I swear!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;2. DVD copy of my fave tv series: veronica mars seasons 1-3, Prison Break seasons 3-4, Desperate Housewives season 3-5, Joey seaoson 1-2, Gossip Girl season 2, Sex and the city seasons 1-6&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;3. A brand new car! hahaha &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;4. A gift certificate for my shopping spree! I think 20, 000 pesos will do, I don't need LV or Channel to look classy and chic. For 20, 000 pesos I can already fill my closet with new cool clothes, shoes, bags, and some accessories to match with&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;5. spa..(sauna, jacuzzi, balinese massage, hot tea, facial, body scrub) .heavenly good, just the thought of it feels relaxing&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;6. Trip to Boracay..such a loser.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;7. Someone who can pimp my new apartment. I mean I need a nice bed, mat, japanese style center table, bean bags and some art decors. I mean I need the cheaper ones &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;8. A really nice job for my brother who has much intelligence and talents &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;9. more quality time with friends and family&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;10. a quiet christmas eve with my husband..minus the.......&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;and... God's forgiveness for all my sins, his continous blessings for me and my family. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9205484017120742778-193226247329497629?l=perfectlyflawedlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://perfectlyflawedlife.blogspot.com/feeds/193226247329497629/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9205484017120742778&amp;postID=193226247329497629&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9205484017120742778/posts/default/193226247329497629'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9205484017120742778/posts/default/193226247329497629'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://perfectlyflawedlife.blogspot.com/2008/11/wish-list.html' title='wish list'/><author><name>winay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16890941388519176006</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AHuyrI1BF-8/Sms1XkbgdHI/AAAAAAAAALk/QmRMWe7KqzI/S220/DSC01634.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9205484017120742778.post-2347677845485294681</id><published>2008-11-22T21:04:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-23T17:22:42.270+08:00</updated><title type='text'>harsh harsh</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;It's nearly Christmas. Gosh, time really flies. After Christmas, time to prepare for the new year. The new year is coming. I'm still stuck in this lonely place I created myself. Sure, there are lot a lof things to be thankful for and an endless list of things to be happy; but there are still so many reasons to feel this way. I haven't been so happy as I used to be for many days. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;Feeling so alone is one thing that I've been feeling for the past few days. I feel so alone, though I have my family and friends. After a few good laughs and a sensible conversation with my top friends, loneliness would still hit me. After spending a nice weekend with my family I would still feel so empty. A lot of things are missing. I know how I get so frustrated when things get on the way when I want something. When things I've been expecting don't transpire. It's so frustrating that "things" right now are just so shaky. I'm so tired of all of these things. I'm not supposed to feel this since it's not suppose to happen. Everything should have gone so smooth without issues, had people known their obligations and responsibilities. I'm tired of getting angry. I'm tired of feeling bitter. I'm tired of waiting for nothing. I just want to feel good, if not the happiness I desire. It's hard to be alone when you're supposed to be with someone. Maybe other people can live alone because it's just how they are supposed to live. It's hard for them, but it's even harder when you're not supposed to be alone to feel all the burden. Think how difficult it is to manage everything on your own. Nothing would really understand all these crap I'm saying. This is like a combination of different feelings you wouldn't want to feel. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;I know how emotional I am, but I've been avoiding all these issues for quite a while. It's time to face these issues. I'm facing all these alone and I'm pretty sure I'll solve these alone. I don't need to be sorry for the things I've said and done because I don't have to. I have all the rights in the world to feel this way. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;I need to put myself back together. I need to be strong for myself. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9205484017120742778-2347677845485294681?l=perfectlyflawedlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://perfectlyflawedlife.blogspot.com/feeds/2347677845485294681/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9205484017120742778&amp;postID=2347677845485294681&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9205484017120742778/posts/default/2347677845485294681'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9205484017120742778/posts/default/2347677845485294681'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://perfectlyflawedlife.blogspot.com/2008/11/harsh-harsh.html' title='harsh harsh'/><author><name>winay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16890941388519176006</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AHuyrI1BF-8/Sms1XkbgdHI/AAAAAAAAALk/QmRMWe7KqzI/S220/DSC01634.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9205484017120742778.post-2442340908425481497</id><published>2008-11-16T23:09:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-16T23:35:55.542+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;Finally, after months of waiting for a good whole body massage,  I had it today.  It is just so sad that I was alone again. My sister was supposed to accompany me but she fell asleep. I looked like a loser again. Shopping for groceries alone, strolling in a crowded mall alone, going to spa alone, eating in a crowded restaurant alone. Good thing, I'm used to eating alone and shopping alone.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;My friend and I have been planning to go to a spa in Timog, but we always end up meeting at night so we always end up having dinner or coffee to relax. I couldn't wait anymore so I just decided to go to Megamall with my sister after my driving lesson, but as I've said my sister fell asleep. I have been experiencing a terrible migraine, back ache, and pain on my neck, hips, waist...or should I say body aches. I've been so busy so I couldn't find time to "detoxify," until last Monday. I thought I wil never experience hyperventilation. Last Monday, a terrible head ache hit me while I was proofreading some essays, then I just felt some difficulties breathing. It was my very first time to experience that. Of course everyone said that "stress" is the culprit. My muscles were so stiff.  The masseur found big nodules on my back, shoulders, and even arms! No wonder I always have these body aches. I feel rejuvinated. Thanks to Balinese massage and 1 hr facial, I feel so good. Tomorrow is Monday, and I'm super ready to proofread 130 essays again, understand what those kids are trying to convey, and deal with our meticulous supervisors. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9205484017120742778-2442340908425481497?l=perfectlyflawedlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://perfectlyflawedlife.blogspot.com/feeds/2442340908425481497/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9205484017120742778&amp;postID=2442340908425481497&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9205484017120742778/posts/default/2442340908425481497'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9205484017120742778/posts/default/2442340908425481497'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://perfectlyflawedlife.blogspot.com/2008/11/finally-after-months-of-waiting-for.html' title=''/><author><name>winay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16890941388519176006</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AHuyrI1BF-8/Sms1XkbgdHI/AAAAAAAAALk/QmRMWe7KqzI/S220/DSC01634.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9205484017120742778.post-1226973727721477845</id><published>2008-10-24T22:18:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-24T23:15:52.230+08:00</updated><title type='text'>happy thoughts</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I kinda feel lonely these days that's why today I decided to blog, and write about anthing, while I'm not doing anything here in WUIC office.  This part time job is like the easiest job in the world! We don't have regular students yet, so sometimes we don't even have students and they are still paying us! Just like today,  I need to work here for 5 hours but I'm not doing anything. I just need to look like I'm doing something important. God is so generous :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Anyway, I wanna think happy thoughts. I heard from the radio this morning that 85 %  of the things that we encounter everyday is negative. This explains why we are so tired after a hard day's work. I must think happy thoughts, but I don't think it's possible for a person like me. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Okay I'll just think of TOP things/persons/or whatever that make me really happy:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;10. In the morning, seeing my face doesn't look tired eventhough I didn't have much sleep.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;9.   A very great tasting tea&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;8.  Arrving early at work, meaning I can still have my daily dose of pancakes and coffee.. back to drinking coffe in the morning :(&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;7. food..food..and more food..sinigang, karekareng gulay, pasta,thai food, kimchi tuna, pistachio sansrival, etc.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;6. pistachio sansrival from Coffe Bean&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;5. hugs and kisses from my "pamangkins"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;4. being able to work &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;3. being healthy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;2. family and friends&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;1. my hubby&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;..This is such a nice therapy!  there are a lot of things that really make me happy. I should've put here more than a million things that make me happy. why am i feeling this anyway? Because, I miss most of the things on my TOP TEN list.  I should still be thankful anyway..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Now, it's time for the TOP TEN things I wanna do if I have enough time:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;10. Read a good book...a very inspiring one..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;9.   Have a movie marathon in my pajamas with a lot of popcorn, soda, krispy kreme doughnuts, mc flurry, hot and crispy chicken from kfc, soft pillows.. in short a very lazy day at home.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;8.   Teach kids in a Rehabilation Center for Kids&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;7.   Go to a really nice beach.. one that is not crowded &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;6.   Play with my "pamangkins"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;5.   Go to Batangas.. I miss "mother," I miss our home &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;4.   Finish my practicum!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;3.  Study Clothing Technology, Basic Sewing, and Pattern Making &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;2.  Go to the gym&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;1.  Shop for fabric in Divisoria so I can start sewing my own clothes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;...there a lot of things I wanna do. I'm discovering a new hobby too. Life is really short to focus on just one thing, but I need to prioritize things for the future. It'll be so selfish of me if I just do what I wanna do without considering people who matter to me. a super woman wanna be strikes again!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Georgia;"&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/9205484017120742778-1226973727721477845?l=perfectlyflawedlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://perfectlyflawedlife.blogspot.com/feeds/1226973727721477845/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9205484017120742778&amp;postID=1226973727721477845&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9205484017120742778/posts/default/1226973727721477845'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9205484017120742778/posts/default/1226973727721477845'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://perfectlyflawedlife.blogspot.com/2008/10/happy-thoughts.html' title='happy thoughts'/><author><name>winay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16890941388519176006</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AHuyrI1BF-8/Sms1XkbgdHI/AAAAAAAAALk/QmRMWe7KqzI/S220/DSC01634.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9205484017120742778.post-6168702138608478822</id><published>2008-10-24T21:55:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-24T22:18:02.770+08:00</updated><title type='text'>after four weeks</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; Thank God I have recovered from a really bad cold, terrible tonsilitis, depression (as always hehehe), and all that drama hehe.  I feel so energetic again. I'm working 12 hours a day, and sleep for 6 rhs a day. Thanks to my daily dose of Vitamin C and E .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Four super busy weeks had passed. I've been really busy. I didn't even have enough time to blog.  It feels like I have a lot of things to say. Since, I haven't really had a very long or should I say heartfelt conversation for weeks, and I haven't blog for a while, I feel like I need time to relax and just contemplate.  Four weeks had just passed, and now I am thinking If I made the right decision. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I cannot honestly tell myself if I'm happy. Thankful I guess. Thankful for having to have these two things I prayed for. Thankful for passing a series of tests and interviews, and having an oppurtunity to work with some wonderful people.  I'm so thankful that God gave me these opurtunities again. It's really true, when you ask God to give you something, you have to be prepared to have it.  Otherwise, you will not be as thankful as you were supposed to be. You should ask yourself first if you can handle it. I know God has plans for me. He has plans for all of us. We just have to be patient. Now, that I am here I just need to learn to love my new world.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&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/9205484017120742778-6168702138608478822?l=perfectlyflawedlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://perfectlyflawedlife.blogspot.com/feeds/6168702138608478822/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9205484017120742778&amp;postID=6168702138608478822&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9205484017120742778/posts/default/6168702138608478822'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9205484017120742778/posts/default/6168702138608478822'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://perfectlyflawedlife.blogspot.com/2008/10/after-four-weeks.html' title='after four weeks'/><author><name>winay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16890941388519176006</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AHuyrI1BF-8/Sms1XkbgdHI/AAAAAAAAALk/QmRMWe7KqzI/S220/DSC01634.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9205484017120742778.post-8119416279551719667</id><published>2008-09-22T01:05:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-22T01:53:38.640+08:00</updated><title type='text'>the celebrator</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Just got home from another birthday celebration, a post birthday celebration that is. It was my celebration with my highschool friends with another birthday celebrator for this month of September. My birthday month is not yet over , feeling like a star lang to have more than one celebration hehe.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;One decade of a wonderful friendship....can't believe we're still strong..we've been through a lot. I think most wonderful friendships were formed during highschool. Well for us, it started when were sophomores. Spice Girls was big that time. We all had this love for Spice Girls. Just imagine naming ourselves Scary Spice, Ginger Spice, Sporty Spice, Posh Spice or Baby Spice hehe..Singing Stop Right Now with all the dancing and flirty moves...staying up late just to watch their concerts on TV..most of us wanted to be Posh Spice because of her class and super hot David Beckham and Baby Spice because of her cuteness hehehe..then nobody wanted to be Scary Spice hehehe.but we were 8 that time so the others were just groupies hahaha... that was sooo highschool. I guess that's one of the reasons I love highschool TV drama. Everything is so high school hehehe.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;We were not complete. Two were missing in action, my bestfriend Alerie (the sporty spice hehehe), Armie and Eulan (the posh spice heheh). I respect Armie's decision, especially now that she's 4 months pregnant. Well for Eulan, what the f**** happened girl? You and Daisy were just texting the other day and today there was no reponse at all? I just hope you're safe...ALerie..i super miss you. What are you up to? I miss your artworks and just being you..the "deviant you."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;We had fun though. It was my birthday indeed as in super hehehe..3 of my favorite Pastas and 5 flavors of pizza..yum, yum. then tea and pistachio sansrival for dessert. Loveeeet! My favorite food! Food, laughter, reminiscing, endless conversation, what else can I ask for? Then there was a revelation. Whoa! Really? How come I can't still see the transformation? Anyway, we'd still understand if you'd want to go back to the "old you." &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Too bad we had to go home early. It's Sunday evening of course. They went to my place first before going home so they would know where the hell I'm livin' now. We didn't realize that we are just a few minutes away or rather one jeepney ride away from one another. Too bad we don't see each other much..well except for Daisy who's always been a constant girlfriend to have dinner and coffee with. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Maybe it would take a while again to hang out with all of them. Two of my friends would be leaving soon. Now I'm beginning to hate NAIA. I hate seeing people saying goodbye. Sure i still have other good friends but they're all different from one another. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;I'm gonna work on my birthday photos next time.. need to sleep early. Tomorrow will be a busy day. Got a lot of things to do. need to work it out..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9205484017120742778-8119416279551719667?l=perfectlyflawedlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://perfectlyflawedlife.blogspot.com/feeds/8119416279551719667/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9205484017120742778&amp;postID=8119416279551719667&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9205484017120742778/posts/default/8119416279551719667'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9205484017120742778/posts/default/8119416279551719667'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://perfectlyflawedlife.blogspot.com/2008/09/celebrator.html' title='the celebrator'/><author><name>winay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16890941388519176006</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AHuyrI1BF-8/Sms1XkbgdHI/AAAAAAAAALk/QmRMWe7KqzI/S220/DSC01634.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9205484017120742778.post-4015873512962026989</id><published>2008-09-21T01:21:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-21T03:12:29.663+08:00</updated><title type='text'>rough road.detour.uturn.....yield</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;I've always been a fan of Youngblood. A friend even tried to write one about me. Whoa. Does my life have an  interesting  story to tell? When I was in high school I told myself that one day people would read one of my essays...how i wish i could make one interesting essay..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;---------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;What I read today was not something new, but I was still moved. Yes, I'm aware of what the contributor wrote, it's just that I can relate to it so much. Reading it felt like I have some allies or something. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;It's difficult to be in a situation where no one seems to understand what you've been thinking or what you really mean. I don't want to be emotional but I can't help it. So reading that made me feel like I'm not alone. Maybe the intensity just varies but other people of my age maybe also have the same dilemma. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;I must say that I've been so blessed and compare to other people I can't ask for more. What I need to do is just enjoy what I have and improve whatever I have. Everything is on my hands if I want to succeed or not. Perhaps this is just a post birthday drama or something. As my friend always tells me, it's just a phase. If it's just a phase, oh my effin' god spare me from this "phase." Why do our childhood dreams always haunt us? It just makes me feel bad. Being the youngest, people were expecting that I'm like this or that. They're totally wrong. All of my childhood dreams are just dreams of an ambitious li'l girl now. I can only think of a few that have transpired, but I didn't get the real thing. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;In college, I told myself that I'd pursue the road less traveled. I was full of idealisms. I was going to work for the people, not for capitalits. I was going to travel in different parts of the country, experience different culture, climb the mountains, immerse with different tribes, live with peasant communities, and serve the people. What happened to that person now? What happened to the person who used to be so agitated, that person who didn't care about having dark skin due to overexposure to the sun while marching on the streets or serving the people on the mountains, and that same person who didn't care about the food she ate so long as it was edible? Do I miss that person? Yes, I do sometimes. When I feel so empty I miss being that person. I feel like I'm so shallow now. I'm a different person now. I'm so different now from the people I used to work with during "those" days. Yes, I was so afraid that time not to join the rat race. I was afraid that I would end up missing a lot of things. I just miss that, but it doesn't mean that I wanna be there again. Had I stayed, would I be more content? Or would I be happier? it just sucks that I have a lot of what ifs. Maybe I don't have regrets for not pursuing it. I just hope so. The thing that makes me happy about my decision is that if I didn't take the "detour" I'd still be looking for the right guy. I would still be that person who didn't believe in true love that everything is just about physical attraction. I'm glad that there was "that" turning point in my life (which iss another story to tell). If it hadn't been for that I wouldn't have the oppurtunity to meet him. Getting married with my husband is something I will never regret. I will never regret something that made me happy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;Maybe I should be really busy to pass this phase.I want to avoid contemplating and avoid being envious (aren't we all envious at some point?). I want to free my mind from all the negative thoughts. When I'm busy I don't have time for arguments and I don't have time thinking about my fears especially when it comes to my marriage. I don't want to waste my time checking on other people on those social networking sites. It just makes me feel jealous at some point. So here it goes. There are times that we compare ourselves to other people like our childhood friends, friends from gradeschool to college, to say the least. I told myself before that when I become 20 something most probably I will have a lot of what if's. Why did I say that? Because I was a coward and always a coward. I don't take risks. I am always safe, always average. I grew up with below zero self esteem. I did not believe in myself because I don't think no one did. That made become a negative person maybe. I remember last Friday during our workshop, our British trainer had this version of "dr. quack." I forgot how he called it. Well anyway we just had to tangled our hands and figure out ourselves how to untangle our hands. We were all able to accomplish it. The purpose of that game was to believe in ourselves and believe that nothing is impossible. Then after the game, he told me that he was picking on me because I kept on saying that it was impossible. Yeah, I did. I did say that it was impossible for a lot of times, but the truth is I was thinking that it was possible. I even acted as the leader because I know that it is possible. But why did I keep on telling them that it was impossible? I didn't realize that until now. Thoughts just keep on pouring tonight. I'm such a coward. I should believe in myself. There is another activity I remember. This British guy asked us to work in pairs. Each pair should not have the same height. My partner was 5 or 6 inches taller than I. Then he told the taller members to place their hands high on the wall. We had to reach their hands without tip toeing. Again, I did it. Then he asked the taller members to make it higher, and I did it again. Though I was on pain already I did it. It was a realization that if we push ourselves or work 10 percent harder we can do it. Nothing is really impossible, if we believe. I was moved. Thinking of those activities now make me think, why the hell I'm still feeling this? From these random thoughts again, it's a realization that the only person who can make us feel good about ourselves is us. Nobody can put us down if we let them do that. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;I hope I can be more inspired now. In a few years I will become a Mom. I want my children to look up to me. I want them to be so proud of their Mom and most importantly be an inspiration...a true inspiration...It's not easy to do something uninspired. I know that. I don't want them to fail just like I did. Well, it's not yet late. I'm not that old, am I? I want to believe that I'm still young and i've got a long road ahead of me...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&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/9205484017120742778-4015873512962026989?l=perfectlyflawedlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://perfectlyflawedlife.blogspot.com/feeds/4015873512962026989/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9205484017120742778&amp;postID=4015873512962026989&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9205484017120742778/posts/default/4015873512962026989'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9205484017120742778/posts/default/4015873512962026989'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://perfectlyflawedlife.blogspot.com/2008/09/rough-roaddetouruturnyield.html' title='rough road.detour.uturn.....yield'/><author><name>winay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16890941388519176006</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AHuyrI1BF-8/Sms1XkbgdHI/AAAAAAAAALk/QmRMWe7KqzI/S220/DSC01634.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9205484017120742778.post-216801383159868395</id><published>2008-09-19T01:17:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-19T02:17:01.200+08:00</updated><title type='text'>sleepless night</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;I'm not really busy these days but there a lot of things going on. I don't know what to do. I want to do a lot of things. I have quite a few oppurtunities but I don't know which one to take. Now I end up just thinking what to do. I really have to set my priorities but I'm afraid to take risks. I already did actually, but i don't know if I'm on the righ track. WTF! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;I'm a super woman wanna be! Time really flies. My birthday month is almost over. After a few days it'll be another year. I'm gonna turn a year older again. Then what? I should be able to accomplish things in three years. I'm giving myself three years to accomplish things, but what about the things I also want to try? I'm not yet busy but thinking of the things I'm gonna do for the next few days feels like my hands are so full already. Well, I love being busy but! Can I?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt; For some people, my dilemma is so simple. I'm just giving myself a hard time. I remember a new colleague telling me last night that I should not think of keeping two jobs because I have a husband who can support me. Yeah, I think he can, but I'm not used to asking for help so I can pay bills or buy things I need. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;When I was still studying, asking for extra allowance was not that easy. I learned the value of saving. When my other siblings would give me extra allowance aside from my regular allowance i would save it so every Christmas I could buy gifts for the whole family. Then when I was not yet working I made sure that the money my sister saved for me (if ever i want to study again) was for meaningful purposes. If I borrowed some, I made sure that I paid my sister back. I cannot imagine myself stuck at home waiting for my allowance. It's just not fullfiling at all.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;--------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;What to do when alone during sleepless nights? Things I've been doing for the past few days..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;I'm nocturnal again hehe..I'm back to being very active at night.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;I sleep at around 5. Spending the whole night in front of my laptop. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;My appetite for watching movies is back. I don't know what happened. For the past few months I was not into watching movies. I just got bored of spending hours watching a movie.  It's like "celebrities" overload too. The last time I watched a movie in a theater was a year ago I guess! I don't feel like a loser naman hehe. Now I just watch movies online. I can now watch the movies I missed. Good thing it's back because there are still quite a few good movies to enjoy. finally i got to watch The Joy Luck Club! a must see for every woman!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;My other addiction is blog hopping. I love reading celebrities' blog. I'm a sucker for people who can  "really" write but the good thing about their blogs is it's not very stressful heheheh...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;Top celebrity bloggers: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;patty laurel-- her blog is really entertaining..She's so full of enthusiasm...very cheerful&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;chico garcia-- i'm a huge fan of The Morning Rush! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;ala paredes-- so independent..fearless thoughts&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;zsazsa padilla-- you can see the other side of her. i'm not a fan of her but she writes well hehe&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;jim paredes-- musings of a true artist..he's an inspiration!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;bianca-- she used to have many entries but now she rarely posts..(should be deleted na hehe)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;brian gorell-- he's not really a celebrity but he became one because of "gucci gang.." juicy gossips i must say hehehe....visiting his site enables me to check other gossip related sites hehe&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;kitty go-- of course who doesn't love gossips about the high society???hehhe&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;leah salonga-- reading her posts feels like she's talking to her readers...just imagine how she speaks...with her accent and how fast she speaks hehe&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;What will I do next? I've been wanting to have a real hobby..i want to be physically active..like play some sports or maybe just do yoga or hit the gym..i wish i could..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;just another sleepless night of random thoughts..&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/9205484017120742778-216801383159868395?l=perfectlyflawedlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://perfectlyflawedlife.blogspot.com/feeds/216801383159868395/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9205484017120742778&amp;postID=216801383159868395&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9205484017120742778/posts/default/216801383159868395'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9205484017120742778/posts/default/216801383159868395'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://perfectlyflawedlife.blogspot.com/2008/09/sleepless-night.html' title='sleepless night'/><author><name>winay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16890941388519176006</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AHuyrI1BF-8/Sms1XkbgdHI/AAAAAAAAALk/QmRMWe7KqzI/S220/DSC01634.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9205484017120742778.post-6446169797740132698</id><published>2008-09-07T02:18:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-07T02:44:06.845+08:00</updated><title type='text'>cough..cough..</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Another sleepless night again. I'm here again just in front of my laptop looking for something to make myself fall asleep..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Back to blogging again, but it's different today. I'm happy again hehehe..so moody.. just hope that things will not happen again. I hate being angry. I don't like myself when I say negative things. wla lang..sna my bitching out days will be not be this often na hehehe..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Sem break is so over. It's another term for this year..but it's okay I will just have my practicum. I'll be busy again, I just hope I'll will survive. I made a promise to myself that I won't cram again..well sana...I wasted a lot of time just thinking that I have a lot of things to do...the truth is..had i done my paper works earlier maybe my grades could've been higher..kulang sa sipag tlga..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;_________________________________________________________________________________&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;I had my early birthday celebration today. Since my friend Krz's bday is sept 6 we had a lunch date with the "angels" We just had some Vietnamese food. Again, none of us brought a digicam. As usual, another get together without a camera. It was a special day but there was no cam. We didn't use our phones to take pics, we wanted the real thing. sayang...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Tomorrow..or should i say later...i'm gonna celebrate again. I will have dinner with my mother in law..hehehe..when can i celebrate my bday kya with my hubby? so so sad..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;wla lang...wlang magwa tlga...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;i'm hungry but i'm so lazy..i want to eat something but the thing is i have brushed my teeth. If i eat chocolates or cookies i have to brush my teeth again..just the thought of it makes me tired already..tiisin ko n lng..syang ang toothpaste and bactidol..bactidol is so expnsive n pla. i asked my sister's helper to buy a bottle of bactidol to the nearest drugstore because i felt like i'm gonna lose my voice again. i just gave her a hundred pesos and i was so surprised that the bottle is so tiny and it costs 87 pesos. i was so surprised..sige na nga di na ko kain..chocolates and cookies are too sweet..it might aggravate my tonsilitis..i want to get rid of my phlegm so i could go back to work na..i'll just eat later..&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/9205484017120742778-6446169797740132698?l=perfectlyflawedlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://perfectlyflawedlife.blogspot.com/feeds/6446169797740132698/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9205484017120742778&amp;postID=6446169797740132698&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9205484017120742778/posts/default/6446169797740132698'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9205484017120742778/posts/default/6446169797740132698'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://perfectlyflawedlife.blogspot.com/2008/09/coughcough.html' title='cough..cough..'/><author><name>winay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16890941388519176006</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AHuyrI1BF-8/Sms1XkbgdHI/AAAAAAAAALk/QmRMWe7KqzI/S220/DSC01634.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9205484017120742778.post-6966237474796620482</id><published>2008-08-31T16:52:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-31T16:56:43.001+08:00</updated><title type='text'>....</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Forgiving someone is not a difficult thing to do, so long as the person is asking for forgiveness...but what if he doesn't ask for forgiveness? and if he asked? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;It's easy so long as he's sincere. Forgiving is nonsense if things haven't changed. How would you forgive someone who hasn't showed how sorry he was or how ready he was to change and not to do those stupid things again?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;It's true.. behind every bitch is a man who made her that way..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&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/9205484017120742778-6966237474796620482?l=perfectlyflawedlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://perfectlyflawedlife.blogspot.com/feeds/6966237474796620482/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9205484017120742778&amp;postID=6966237474796620482&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9205484017120742778/posts/default/6966237474796620482'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9205484017120742778/posts/default/6966237474796620482'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://perfectlyflawedlife.blogspot.com/2008/08/blog-post_31.html' title='....'/><author><name>winay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16890941388519176006</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AHuyrI1BF-8/Sms1XkbgdHI/AAAAAAAAALk/QmRMWe7KqzI/S220/DSC01634.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9205484017120742778.post-2173615894731476396</id><published>2008-08-30T22:01:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-30T22:25:08.078+08:00</updated><title type='text'>....</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I thought I can do it. I thought I'd be able to cope with the situation, but I was totally wrong. I'm so weak. I thought I was brave enough to face all these. I thought I already have the courage to face the reality. I thought I'd be forgiving enough. I thought I have moved on and forget what happened. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I was so ready to forget everything and move on to have a fresh start, but it seems like I can't forget all those things. Why? Because things haven't changed. I can still see the same faces. I can still feel the same anger. I can still notice the traces of the past. Things haven't changed, which in fact those should've changed as we made the biggest decision in our lives. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I don't have any interests right now. I've stopped doing my final paper because I can't think clearly. I don't have any interest in any tv shows. I don't like watching movies or just simply go out. I feel like I wanna dettach myself again from the mainstream.I need moments of solitude to finally move on. I can't just be like this. I still have a lot of things I need to care about. I need to stop thinking of the stupid things that had happened. Well it depends. It depends on how things will change...it change is still possible.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I can't just be like this. Life must go on. I'll miss a lot of beautiful things and wonderful oppurtunities if this continues. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;At times, I don't wanna wake up because I know the changes I've been expecting are far beyond reality.&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/9205484017120742778-2173615894731476396?l=perfectlyflawedlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://perfectlyflawedlife.blogspot.com/feeds/2173615894731476396/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9205484017120742778&amp;postID=2173615894731476396&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9205484017120742778/posts/default/2173615894731476396'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9205484017120742778/posts/default/2173615894731476396'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://perfectlyflawedlife.blogspot.com/2008/08/blog-post_30.html' title='....'/><author><name>winay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16890941388519176006</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AHuyrI1BF-8/Sms1XkbgdHI/AAAAAAAAALk/QmRMWe7KqzI/S220/DSC01634.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9205484017120742778.post-7162149996090289802</id><published>2008-08-29T22:59:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-29T23:24:45.692+08:00</updated><title type='text'>random thoughts</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I didn't realize that our final paper would be so difficult. Theories really make me sick..but instead of working my ass off since I'm cramming again here I am again..procastination is really my worst enemy. I'm taking a break again. I'm not in the mood to read tons of photocopied materials. While taking a break I decided to go to Futureme.org. I saw this site from Chico's blog. Since I feel extremely sad again I thougt I needed something to do to let it out. I just feel so empty these past few days.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;On that site, you'll be writing to yourself. It's your decision when you want to receive the mail you sent to yourself. It was  such a great experience. It was like talking to myself. I was so free to say different things that make me feel this way these past few days. I felt good, though I still feel so empty.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;A lot of things are going on. Two weeks ago I decided to be a happy person, no frills no issues; but it's just so difficult to be that happy person I am aiming to be if a lot of things are bugging me. I feel so empty. I feel like I am nowhere to go. Is this because I am turning a year older again? Is this another pre-birthday syndrome? Or is it because of the things that are going on righ now? I want to stay positive. I don't want to be an angry person but I can't help it. I just expected a lot of things but I ended up regretting some of the decisions I made, some of the things I said, things I should've said and things I should've done. I don't want to grow old with a lot of grudges. I don't know how to deal with a lot of things. I don't know how to cope with the situation. I want to do a lot of things, but circumstances always make their way to stop me from doing things.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I have a lot of drama these days. I'm dealing with a lot of things only I can resolve I guess. It's so frustrating when there is no one who can understand you. No one seems to understand the profundity of your thoughts. No one seems to care if you're hurting or not. No one seems to understand what you really like. No one is sensitive enough with your needs. No one just simply understands you...because you're different. Aren't we all? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;It's so frustrating when two people can meet halfway to compensate their differences. Conflict is just everywhere. Confict with the people you meet everyday...and the most difficult to resolve- internal conflict. I've been struggling for the past few days to block all the negativities..but it's just insane! Everyday is indeed a struggle. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I hope things will get better..&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/9205484017120742778-7162149996090289802?l=perfectlyflawedlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://perfectlyflawedlife.blogspot.com/feeds/7162149996090289802/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9205484017120742778&amp;postID=7162149996090289802&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9205484017120742778/posts/default/7162149996090289802'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9205484017120742778/posts/default/7162149996090289802'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://perfectlyflawedlife.blogspot.com/2008/08/random-thoughts.html' title='random thoughts'/><author><name>winay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16890941388519176006</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AHuyrI1BF-8/Sms1XkbgdHI/AAAAAAAAALk/QmRMWe7KqzI/S220/DSC01634.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9205484017120742778.post-3326299711256393757</id><published>2008-08-23T21:49:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-23T22:08:38.360+08:00</updated><title type='text'>^^</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AHuyrI1BF-8/SLAWJlUxH2I/AAAAAAAAADI/vtVsgE-1rxo/s1600-h/from++ej+2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5237710720525737826" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AHuyrI1BF-8/SLAWJlUxH2I/AAAAAAAAADI/vtVsgE-1rxo/s400/from++ej+2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;from my student, EJ. It was so sweet of her to actually spend time putting some cute effects on these images. I sent her my wedding photos because she was so eager to know what I look like. She was very surprised to see me. She said that she was expecting that I'm a little fat because she has this theory that plump women are usually very funny, jolly, confident and very positive. Well I sound like a positive person on the phone. I sound very jolly so I won't bore her. She was so surprised to see what I look like. Well at least she didn't say that she was so disappointed to see my face hehehe...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;i love the photos..sabi nga ni Kris we look like Prom King and Queen heheheh&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AHuyrI1BF-8/SLAV1tLr45I/AAAAAAAAADA/BCxfpvyxe48/s1600-h/from+ej.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5237710379037746066" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AHuyrI1BF-8/SLAV1tLr45I/AAAAAAAAADA/BCxfpvyxe48/s400/from+ej.jpg" 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/9205484017120742778-3326299711256393757?l=perfectlyflawedlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://perfectlyflawedlife.blogspot.com/feeds/3326299711256393757/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9205484017120742778&amp;postID=3326299711256393757&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9205484017120742778/posts/default/3326299711256393757'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9205484017120742778/posts/default/3326299711256393757'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://perfectlyflawedlife.blogspot.com/2008/08/blog-post.html' title='^^'/><author><name>winay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16890941388519176006</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AHuyrI1BF-8/Sms1XkbgdHI/AAAAAAAAALk/QmRMWe7KqzI/S220/DSC01634.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AHuyrI1BF-8/SLAWJlUxH2I/AAAAAAAAADI/vtVsgE-1rxo/s72-c/from++ej+2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9205484017120742778.post-2096182993799532573</id><published>2008-08-11T17:54:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-11T18:23:29.637+08:00</updated><title type='text'>8.11.08 -- love this date!</title><content type='html'>after a long vacay..time to get back to work..hays..It was a lucky day..i just had 7 students today and 1 free level test..i was like WHOA! Not stressful..but I was laughing at myself at work because i was getting nervous feeling like a newbie in this field..hahaha..kaw ba nman magstay buong araw with no one to talk to..just imagine you want to say something but you can't..it's like you want to write about something that you cannot contain anymore but you can't find the right words..I'm not lunatic naman to talk to myself.. but i it find so amusing when i find myself lauging because of some silly shows or funny thoughts of other people from the internet..It's pretty pathetic that i'm laughing alone but it's cool hahahaha...anyways.. going back to work..It was a little difficult for me to speak English as in real English, you know (with the twang y'kneow) with perfect grammar and pronunciation..But i survived! Hope tomorrow will be a lucky day again! I'm one lucky person anyway hahaha..&lt;br /&gt;I've been thinking lately kse...(well what's new drama queen??) there are a lot of things i should be thanful for tlaga..that BIG MAN up there has always been good to me...I get easily annoyed sometimes..welll most of the time minsan..(ano ba tlga?) I'm such a whiner din! I know I'm so blessed but sometimes i ignore that fact. I still tell myself that other people are still a lot better than I. I don't envy them..(well a few of them hehehe, aren't we all envious at times?) Hearing some stories, I know a lot of people would want to have the kind of life i'm having right now...nakss yabang hehehehe...what kind of life do i have ba? steady lang hahaha..Seriously (i'm getting emotional..hanky puh==lease..) it's time for a change..in a good way of course..I'm turning 25 next month and there are a lot of things that are about to happen..It's time to say my mantra: I am bound for greatness...hahaha conceited...and you are too! yes you...Let's all be optimistict..let's spread a positive attitude that is contagious and can inspire those wounded hearts, weary souls and trouble minds!&lt;br /&gt;why a sudden change of mode? It's just time...but still a drama queen...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9205484017120742778-2096182993799532573?l=perfectlyflawedlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://perfectlyflawedlife.blogspot.com/feeds/2096182993799532573/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9205484017120742778&amp;postID=2096182993799532573&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9205484017120742778/posts/default/2096182993799532573'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9205484017120742778/posts/default/2096182993799532573'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://perfectlyflawedlife.blogspot.com/2008/08/81108-love-this-date.html' title='8.11.08 -- love this date!'/><author><name>winay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16890941388519176006</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AHuyrI1BF-8/Sms1XkbgdHI/AAAAAAAAALk/QmRMWe7KqzI/S220/DSC01634.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9205484017120742778.post-6967869830456373741</id><published>2008-08-07T00:09:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-07T00:24:05.570+08:00</updated><title type='text'>work it out!</title><content type='html'>omg! i need to sleep now. i need to sleep. i said i need to sleep..but i can't. my hubby has just texted saying that he hasn't slept yet. after he signed out from MSN messenger, he couldn't fall asleep. we're both trying hard to fall asleep but we can't. so i'm here again with my laptop lying on my bed blogging about how difficult it is to fall asleep  and some random thoughts. it's so difficult when there is no one to talk to. it's insane. FYI: I didn't go anywhere today. that means there was no one i saw today. the only time i uttered something was when my mother in law called to check on me.   i was here at home all day contemplating what to do the next day, but the fact is i should be so busy now. finals, demo teaching and submission of final papers will be on aug. 16 and 23. i borrowed 4 books from the lib, downloaded some materials i need but procastinating is really a problem! i hate being so lazy! i should start working on my final paper, lesson plans, lecture and demo teaching. but it's been 3 days of procastinating. i know what's wrong with me. I hope i'll wake up later with a lot of energy and enthusiasm to do things...School is not the only thing i should be working on. I need to prepare a lot of documents. I'm working on something for the month of December. I hope i'll get positive results. wish me luck..&lt;br /&gt;I need to sleep now. I need to get up early. &lt;br /&gt;Where can I buy diligence???? i have a lot of plans but i'm so lazy!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9205484017120742778-6967869830456373741?l=perfectlyflawedlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://perfectlyflawedlife.blogspot.com/feeds/6967869830456373741/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9205484017120742778&amp;postID=6967869830456373741&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9205484017120742778/posts/default/6967869830456373741'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9205484017120742778/posts/default/6967869830456373741'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://perfectlyflawedlife.blogspot.com/2008/08/work-it-out.html' title='work it out!'/><author><name>winay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16890941388519176006</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AHuyrI1BF-8/Sms1XkbgdHI/AAAAAAAAALk/QmRMWe7KqzI/S220/DSC01634.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9205484017120742778.post-5809335943897001159</id><published>2008-08-05T17:54:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-05T18:45:34.716+08:00</updated><title type='text'>empty home</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;hay..i thought i would be able to go back to work last Monday..i miss working..i miss being busy but i'm beginning to love my life as a professional bum hehehe..i haven't been a bum for a long while..the last time was after i resigned from my previous work in Kumon..i didn't work for 2 months..it was different that time..now i'm not working because of my health conditions..i don't know what's happening. After i got married i got sick..then before my husband left i got sick again..it's been two weeks and i haven't felt so energetic..whenever i go somewhere i feel dizzy..when i do chores at home like cleaning, cooking and run errands like going to the laundromat or buy something i feel tired easily..but i don't have a choice.. i'm alone here so there is no one i can depend on to do such things for me..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;i'm so tired&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;I've just gone to the laundromat downstairs..got a lot of dirty clothes..my husband's dirty clothes were still there and i could still smell the scent of his perfume and his signature scent...i missed my husband while sorting our clothes..but i can't do anything..i'm just giving myself a hard time if if i continue reminiscing and entertain the feeling of being alone and lonely..after going to the laundromat..i started cooking my lunch..but i forgot to buy onions..i went downstairs again to buy. i also brought with me our water container to have it refilled..i cooked my favorite pork dish..i'm gonna eat it again later for my dinner since there will be no one to eat my left over food and i don't wanna cook again..i had lunh at 3..it was so late..then i watched TV while waiting for my hubby's text msg saying that it was his break time already.. i didn't start washing the dishes until his break time was over..the good thing about being alone is washing only 1 plate, 1 glass, 1 fork and 1 spoon..i don't like a messy kitchen so i cleaned it again like what i always do after every meal..i noticed that our floor was so dirty so i had it cleaned. i'm so domesticated now..i patiently scubbed the floor to remove some stains..i'm not satisfied with the result..i stopped because i was so tired already..then i sprayed some insect repellant for the nasty cockroaches..when i first came here they were only babies..they are growing now.i'm not afraid of cockroaches but they are so disgusting..eewww..then i sprayed some sweet and gardeny smelling air freshener..i love my place..it's so small so it's easy to clean hehe..it's cleaner and more fragrant now...but it's still empty..i may have all the things i need to keep myself busy and entertained but it's still empty... nothing beats  going home to a real home..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;i miss the presence of my husband..i miss our laughter that fills the air, the loud volume of our TV when he watches WWE, sports channel and some old tagalog films(and i miss bugging him to change the channels), i miss the smell of the delicious food he patiently prepares for me, i even miss some of our petty arguements..While doing this, he's working his ass off for our future. i may have said some nasty things but i know that he's has grown so much..i know that he's doing his best to be a great husband..I miss him so much..i know he misses me as much as i do..and we can't wait to be together again..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;i've just said that i don't want to entertain the feeling of being alone and sad but now i can feel it again..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9205484017120742778-5809335943897001159?l=perfectlyflawedlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://perfectlyflawedlife.blogspot.com/feeds/5809335943897001159/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9205484017120742778&amp;postID=5809335943897001159&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9205484017120742778/posts/default/5809335943897001159'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9205484017120742778/posts/default/5809335943897001159'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://perfectlyflawedlife.blogspot.com/2008/08/empty-home.html' title='empty home'/><author><name>winay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16890941388519176006</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AHuyrI1BF-8/Sms1XkbgdHI/AAAAAAAAALk/QmRMWe7KqzI/S220/DSC01634.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9205484017120742778.post-3770065547448827729</id><published>2008-08-01T21:08:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-01T21:34:45.612+08:00</updated><title type='text'>need to be stoical</title><content type='html'>I don't have anything but good intentions. I didn't mean to hurt anyone, specially those people I love and care about. There were things I expected to happen but didn't transpire. Things just happened. Things i didn't expect. I didn't want things to turn out this way. It's hard to be misunderstood. What's even more difficult is to be misunderstood by the person you love the most.&lt;br /&gt;______&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who wants to compete with anyone. It's hard to accept when you still need to compete with other people for the love and attention of the person you love the most. Somebody's hurting. Should she accept the reality? Should she a&lt;a href="file://ccept/"&gt;ccept&lt;/a&gt; the fact that..for him...his friends and peers are more important than her or their relationship? Should she deal with it? just ignore the fact or give up? Can anyone who is in a relationship right now accept the fact that they are just their partners' second priority?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;_____&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This just the beginning of everything...somebody has to believe in miracles here...miracle is the answer..&lt;br /&gt;_____&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;somebody has to have stoic attitude here...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9205484017120742778-3770065547448827729?l=perfectlyflawedlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://perfectlyflawedlife.blogspot.com/feeds/3770065547448827729/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9205484017120742778&amp;postID=3770065547448827729&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9205484017120742778/posts/default/3770065547448827729'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9205484017120742778/posts/default/3770065547448827729'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://perfectlyflawedlife.blogspot.com/2008/08/need-to-be-stoical.html' title='need to be stoical'/><author><name>winay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16890941388519176006</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AHuyrI1BF-8/Sms1XkbgdHI/AAAAAAAAALk/QmRMWe7KqzI/S220/DSC01634.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9205484017120742778.post-180480749309449793</id><published>2008-08-01T01:13:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T10:42:19.619+08:00</updated><title type='text'>:)</title><content type='html'>My very good friends Merky and Daisy kept their promise to visit me tonight. After office hours, with their office clothes on they dropped by and stayed until past midnight. We just had a 14 inch yellow cab pizza for our dinner and pancit canton. i still don't have appetite so i barely finished one slice of pizza. I don't care about the pizza anyway. I just wanted someone to talk to so I could laught out loud again. They didn't stay for a long while because they have to get up early for work. We just had photo ops again hahha..we really are certified camwhores.."cam whoring" can be a little fun and could ease loneliness for a little while hahaha...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AHuyrI1BF-8/SJH2IvfLcXI/AAAAAAAAACE/Vl59tNtAqps/s1600-h/wedding+pics+016.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5229231272400482674" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AHuyrI1BF-8/SJH2IvfLcXI/AAAAAAAAACE/Vl59tNtAqps/s320/wedding+pics+016.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AHuyrI1BF-8/SJH2BmMLbiI/AAAAAAAAAB8/EjWS-yYcdl8/s1600-h/wedding+pics+015.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5229231149645786658" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AHuyrI1BF-8/SJH2BmMLbiI/AAAAAAAAAB8/EjWS-yYcdl8/s320/wedding+pics+015.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AHuyrI1BF-8/SJH16cl8sCI/AAAAAAAAAB0/YbQ6l16gpNQ/s1600-h/wedding+pics+012.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5229231026810433570" style="DISPLAY: block; 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MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AHuyrI1BF-8/SJC0aLTwm3I/AAAAAAAAAA8/t6gIqbRUrzA/s320/wedding+pics+663.jpg" 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/9205484017120742778-2050279178489143036?l=perfectlyflawedlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://perfectlyflawedlife.blogspot.com/feeds/2050279178489143036/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9205484017120742778&amp;postID=2050279178489143036&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9205484017120742778/posts/default/2050279178489143036'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9205484017120742778/posts/default/2050279178489143036'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://perfectlyflawedlife.blogspot.com/2008/07/62808.html' title='6.28.08'/><author><name>winay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16890941388519176006</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AHuyrI1BF-8/Sms1XkbgdHI/AAAAAAAAALk/QmRMWe7KqzI/S220/DSC01634.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AHuyrI1BF-8/SJC0aLTwm3I/AAAAAAAAAA8/t6gIqbRUrzA/s72-c/wedding+pics+663.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9205484017120742778.post-1263832967586273545</id><published>2008-07-21T00:58:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-31T02:24:21.468+08:00</updated><title type='text'>dealing with extreme sadness</title><content type='html'>haven't posted a new entry for a long while. I've been so busy with a lot of things. it's been 2 months. and a lot of things have happenedd already. i was so lazy writing, though there are a lot of things i've wanted to write about..&lt;br /&gt;now..it's time..since there is no one to talk to..a lot of things had happened since the last time i posted something here..I've got married..and during 5 weeks of being with my husband a lot of things happened..good and bad..married life is really something everyone has to be really prepared for..financially, physically, spiritually and i guess the most important for me "emotionally." and just 4 days ago my husband left for the States again..before he left i was terribly sick...i hated it. we were not able to enjoy our last week of being together..when he left i was so afraid of going home. i was sick and so lonely..good thing my in-laws were kind enough to have me in their house so they can look after me while i'm sick..i was planning of staying there for two more days..but reality bites. i need to do a lot of things otherwise i won't be able to pass the courses i took for this term. i decided to go home..my mother in law and my hubby's aunt volunteered to spend the night in our place. thank God, i won't be alone for a little while..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;now, i'm alone here in our room..i knew it.. this place will just remind me of all the good times my husband and i have shared..everywhere i look i can see my husband. i can feel his presence. i can still smell his perfume..God..I'm so lonely..this is the pain of missing someone-- reminiscing the past then realize that everything won't happen again for the next few days..i'm gonna be with my husband again----next year..it's killing me..i should get used to it. I should get used to this situation..i don't know..only God knows when we can be together not for 5 weeks or 4 weeks but forever...it's been five nights of sleeping without him..i miss the warmth of his hug, his tender kisses..everything about him..&lt;br /&gt;I'm doing this while my tears keep rolling down on my cheeks.. i don't want to lie down on my bed..after the night of July 25th, this will be my very first time to spend the night in our room without him...&lt;br /&gt;i don't know how to deal with this extreme sadness..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9205484017120742778-1263832967586273545?l=perfectlyflawedlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://perfectlyflawedlife.blogspot.com/feeds/1263832967586273545/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9205484017120742778&amp;postID=1263832967586273545&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9205484017120742778/posts/default/1263832967586273545'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9205484017120742778/posts/default/1263832967586273545'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://perfectlyflawedlife.blogspot.com/2008/07/dealing-with-extreme-sadness.html' title='dealing with extreme sadness'/><author><name>winay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16890941388519176006</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AHuyrI1BF-8/Sms1XkbgdHI/AAAAAAAAALk/QmRMWe7KqzI/S220/DSC01634.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9205484017120742778.post-3720973848345595580</id><published>2008-06-18T08:46:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-18T09:25:16.324+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;tomorrow will be my last day here in the office...woohooo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;i'm not that busy anymore..so i have so much time to do what i want to do hehehe, though i need to do a lot of things pa rin..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;What i enjoy doing lately..i get to blog hop na and read the blog entries of interesting people. I love reading Jim Paredes' blog. It's really interesting. His wonderful life experiences and the profundity of his thoughts reflect on his blog entries which inspire me to write more..though it's a little difficult for me these days to sound serious or write something i used to write about. I'm still a little guarded. I'm not yet comfortable to express how i feel or talk about my opinion about a certain issue. god..how i miss being fearless and &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;fierce&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; (borrowed from Christian of Project Runway 4 hehehe)..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;and oh...my day is not complete without reading juicy tidbits while listening to the Morning Rush during my break time. Chico and Delamar are still hilarious. They never fail me to make me laugh out loud..Anyway, juicy tidbits from my favorite bloggers are sooo Gossip Girl..check out chikatime, kitty go and briangorell's blog hehhe..Just like the Gossip Girl, they also receive tips from the insiders of high society..I'm not really gullible but it's great source of entertainment hehehe at the expense of Gucci Gang members' privacy..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;it's so gossip girl hehehe...xoxoxo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9205484017120742778-3720973848345595580?l=perfectlyflawedlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://perfectlyflawedlife.blogspot.com/feeds/3720973848345595580/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9205484017120742778&amp;postID=3720973848345595580&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9205484017120742778/posts/default/3720973848345595580'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9205484017120742778/posts/default/3720973848345595580'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://perfectlyflawedlife.blogspot.com/2008/06/tomorrow-will-be-my-last-day-here-in.html' title=''/><author><name>winay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16890941388519176006</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AHuyrI1BF-8/Sms1XkbgdHI/AAAAAAAAALk/QmRMWe7KqzI/S220/DSC01634.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9205484017120742778.post-3726804482088146279</id><published>2008-06-16T08:37:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-16T13:19:15.183+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Happy Monday!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;I'm so sleepy and tired today... i actually took a power nap after my classes in ther morning hehehe..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;I'm so so so tired because of my busy weekend.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;I may be tired today but i had so much fun especially yesterday.. We celebrated my sister's 40th birthday. We had a swimming party in a private resort in Laguna. It was actually like a family reunion. I got to see all of my siblings and all of my newphews and nieces. That day was perfectly good. I didn't go swimming actually but i had a lot of fun. I was very emotional seeing my siblings getting along well, seeing us talking about anything under the sun, reminiscing about the past, listening to my older brothers and sisters classic stories about thier hardships when they were young, and seeing their kids getting along well. It was so amusing to see my nephews and nieces looking after one another. They don't fight, when there are kids bullying one of them they would have each other's back hehehe. Bata pa lang clannish na hehehe. Very filipino tlga. Syang tlga, i cannot post some pics. I don't know what happened to my account. I've been trying to post some photos but I couldn't..hmm...Anyway, my arms are still sore because of my nephews and nieces. I was also baby sitting yesterday. My niece Chloe, she's very adorable. Although she has turned two already last April 30 i couldn't help but carry her. She's so sweet and really cute. She was naglalambing saying: Tita, carry...and then said: Ate Chloe wants to swim..then she also grabbed the mic to sing some nursery rhymes. she had her mini concert. One of her antics was she was imitating Charice when singing like raising her hands, closing her eyes and all..she's really adorable I hope my future daughter will be as cute and smart like she! Then I have two cute baby nephews. They're a little chubby so they're so heavy. They went there with their yayas but i couldn't help but to carry them. I have 9 nephews and 2 nieces na pla..and I'm a proud Tita. I hope they will grow up as responsible as their parents. I would love to see them when they're grown ups getting along very well, no jealousy among them, no fights just love and kindness...just like their parents and tito's and tita's.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;----&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;i'm aching to blog about how i feel  these days but i couldn't find the perfect word to describe it.. i would end up saying..i'm excited, i'm anxious, i'm happy, i'm sad..mixed emotions that is! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;i have a lot of worries too...hay..12 days to go! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;i should get myself some sleep and beauty rest..loads of it!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9205484017120742778-3726804482088146279?l=perfectlyflawedlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://perfectlyflawedlife.blogspot.com/feeds/3726804482088146279/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9205484017120742778&amp;postID=3726804482088146279&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9205484017120742778/posts/default/3726804482088146279'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9205484017120742778/posts/default/3726804482088146279'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://perfectlyflawedlife.blogspot.com/2008/06/happy-monday-im-so-sleepy-and-tired.html' title=''/><author><name>winay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16890941388519176006</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AHuyrI1BF-8/Sms1XkbgdHI/AAAAAAAAALk/QmRMWe7KqzI/S220/DSC01634.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9205484017120742778.post-1024235293360637606</id><published>2008-06-10T07:19:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-12T05:49:17.894+08:00</updated><title type='text'>mga pangyayari s buhay hehehe</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;back from a long weekend. Loved it! I was able to do a lot of things.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;----&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;It's been a week since my last post. I was so busy last week preparing for my report and running some errands for my wedding (18 days to go na lng). My computer at home was not working well, good thing I didn't have many classes last week so I was able to prepare my report at work...I have a lot of stories to tell..Tuesday, I went to dlsu to look for books I needed as my references..god..it was so difficult to look for one specific book. I was dead tired already that time because i was also busy at work on that day..It was very frustrating to look for books for over two hours. the perfect thing to do during a time like that?PRAY hehe. then an angel came hahaha...a chinese guy helped me find the exact book i needed..he even promised me to give me some of his readings. We agreed to meet the next day..but i was so tired when wednesday came so i just decided not to meet him and asked my friend Kris who is surprisingly his classmate to get those readings. But something happened. Kris forgot to bring them last Saturday! but it's okay our professor was kind &lt;em&gt;nman&lt;/em&gt; to explain some concepts on my behalf heheheh..Though i had a series of misfortunes last Sat i was still able to work it out..My Saturday morning was really a crazy day!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Thursday..i had my final meeting with our caterer for to finalize our menu and some details..it was really tiring..then friday i had to go to our &lt;em&gt;munisipyo &lt;/em&gt;again to submit some necessary documents for our marriage license. i was so malas again...this stupid clerk lost the copy of my CENOMAR..good thing the clerk who accpted documents agreed to have special arrangement for that.. some people in gov't offices are such pain in the ass.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;then Saturday.. a very stressful day..i was dead tired when i came home.. as soon as i arrived home i had dinner and changeed my clothes then lay down on the sofa in front of the TV..then dozed off hahaha.. my sister just woke me up but I didn't have enough energy to brush my teeth and wash my face..so i just went to our room and sleep again..i even forgot to text some people i was going to meet the following day. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Sunday..I woke up at around 7 then text some people and answered some phone calls..then went back to sleep again..when i got up at around 10:30 there were already a lot of missed calls..my appointment was 12. and i texted my super reliable friends daisy and merky &lt;em&gt;pala &lt;/em&gt;to meet me at 11:00. merk always has a funny way to rush me. his text said: &lt;em&gt;wag ng magmaganda.."neng..kinikidnap ang magaganda sa divisoria.."&lt;/em&gt; and i really took it seriously hahaha..i had a quick shower grabbed a bite..but then i was still 45 mins late hehehhe..we went to &lt;strong&gt;divine&lt;/strong&gt; as my friends call it..it was really hot..yeah, i had my gown and the rest of the entourage's gown made in divisoria..i was able to save almost 50% of our actual budget for the gown. I was so nervous..actually all of us were nervous what my gown will look like especially my wedding planner who really has this prejudice against divisoria-made-gowns..I wasn't really expecting something good but when they opened the box I was happy. Yeah, i love it! I don't know if some people would love it..but i don't care.. i so love it! It was exactly the wedding gown i was imagining wearing while walking down the aisle. They say that most brides who are happy about their gown must fall in love with the design first. I didn't try it on not because of a superstition but because I want it to be extra special. I want to wear my wedding gown only once. So now, i need to maintain my weight so that it'll fit me perfectly. I tend to lose weight &lt;em&gt;kse agad&lt;/em&gt; when i'm stressed. My fear now is it might not fit me well since i have this petite frame. It's a tube gown, it might fall off hahahah.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;After we got our gown..merk, daisy and i decided to look for some great finds in Divine. THey looked like they're the ones getting married because they were both carrying the two boxes and i was just carrying a small plastic bag, that's the good thing about having a small frame-people would do things for me hehehhe..i just love them..Imagine walking along the busy and dirty streets of divisoria with a large box? after we got some things we need, we went to City land- Santolan to view the condo unit we are planning to rent.I loved it too! i just hope the person who owns it would choose us since a lot of people have expressed their interest to rent that unit..such a hectic schedule huh? then we went home again to take a quick shower and got changed because next stop? hotels in Ortigas hehehe.We agreed to meet at 5..and i was late again hehehe...whew! i was able to accomplish a lot of thing last Sunday.. after that we went to Megamall for Merk's shopping spree then had dinner...After a long day we ended up again in Starbucks- Metrowalk. They were hoping to see some hot guys but they fondly called that night "&lt;em&gt;patay na gabi"&lt;/em&gt; hehehe..What would you expect on a lousy Sunday night? HOt guys going to bars? heheh They weren't able to feast their eyes on some hot hunky guys hhehehe..well for me, i was just enjoying the night with them. We'r cooking something hehe i hope it'll work. i was tickled pink while talking about our plans hehehe..Thanks daisy and merky for the walang &lt;em&gt;humpay na kakiyan, bongang bongang pangookray,&lt;/em&gt; for making me laugh out loud, and for such being so helpful for being so so super friends..What's next? Spa next weekend! woohooo..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;i should've taken photos...&lt;em&gt;sayang tlaga&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;time to work again..good thing i was able to take a rest yesterday.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;9 days n lng..it'll be my much awaited 5-weeks vacation &lt;em&gt;na.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;saya saya!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9205484017120742778-1024235293360637606?l=perfectlyflawedlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://perfectlyflawedlife.blogspot.com/feeds/1024235293360637606/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9205484017120742778&amp;postID=1024235293360637606&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9205484017120742778/posts/default/1024235293360637606'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9205484017120742778/posts/default/1024235293360637606'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://perfectlyflawedlife.blogspot.com/2008/06/mga-pangyayari-s-buhay-hehehe.html' title='mga pangyayari s buhay hehehe'/><author><name>winay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16890941388519176006</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AHuyrI1BF-8/Sms1XkbgdHI/AAAAAAAAALk/QmRMWe7KqzI/S220/DSC01634.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9205484017120742778.post-39653821895719101</id><published>2008-05-27T09:11:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-27T12:07:41.842+08:00</updated><title type='text'>need to get rid of my angst..and angas person hahaha</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;i don't want other people to affect my mood and i don't want anyone to affect my day. But! this person is really getting into my nerves already. She is the true epitome of &lt;em&gt;manggagamit. &lt;/em&gt;She's nice to other people &lt;em&gt;(especially sakin)&lt;/em&gt; if she needs something...like she needs to borrow money or i need to do a favor for her..I always try to be nice because when i'm mean i am really mean and i am always understanding and she is so &lt;em&gt;mayabang&lt;/em&gt; now. As in &lt;em&gt;sobrang yabang&lt;/em&gt;. I can still remember the day when she was just starting. She was like the worst teacher ever. She has improved a lot. I mean really A LOT! but now she is so &lt;em&gt;mayabng ang nangmamaliit ng ibang tao..&lt;/em&gt;as if she is reallly good..and I hate her for always making fun of me because I'm not tall..yeah she is relatively tall. But i'd rather have this height and still look pretty and loof fab than to be tall as she is but looking like an elephant or dinosaur..oopps that was according to other people hehehe.&lt;em&gt; hay nku,&lt;/em&gt; since there is no one here in the office i can talk to about my angst this blog has been a good outlet for me to express how i feel. I just hope she'll learn to be humble since she's still mediocre anyway. now i'm getting mad huh?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;--&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;anyway, since i've expressed my angst already i'm feeling better. Now i need to get things done.. yesterday i talked about the things i should be able to finish this week.. and i forgot apartment hunting pa pla, listening to some wedding songs so the people who are going to sing can prepare their piece na..and then dinner/ bridal shower with friends pa..and i'm working pa pla hehe&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;--&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;i hope this day will get better.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9205484017120742778-39653821895719101?l=perfectlyflawedlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://perfectlyflawedlife.blogspot.com/feeds/39653821895719101/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9205484017120742778&amp;postID=39653821895719101&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9205484017120742778/posts/default/39653821895719101'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9205484017120742778/posts/default/39653821895719101'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://perfectlyflawedlife.blogspot.com/2008/05/need-to-get-rid-my-angstand-angas.html' title='need to get rid of my angst..and angas person hahaha'/><author><name>winay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16890941388519176006</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AHuyrI1BF-8/Sms1XkbgdHI/AAAAAAAAALk/QmRMWe7KqzI/S220/DSC01634.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9205484017120742778.post-1972080840581610475</id><published>2008-05-26T09:23:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-27T07:23:51.341+08:00</updated><title type='text'>busybusyhan..</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;monday..monday..so so sleepy today..i took a 5 minute nap in between doing evals and listening to some classes.. I was dragging my feet to work. Last night I was so so lazy to go to work. I talked to my fiance for an hour on the phone..and after our conversation it took an hour before i finally fell asleep though i didn't have enough sleep last weekend. i've been thinking a lot again lately. I'm so busy contemplating what i will do. and i have a lot of things to do!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;i'm not excited about going to work anymore. i want to be enthusiastic again. i miss being so cheery. can't wait for things to happen..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;things to do this week:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;meet our wedding planner to discuss styling details&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;go to munisipyo to talk to dswd people because we couldn't attend family planning seminar together [ do we really need to know the do's and dont's? hehhe]..we don't have our marriage license yet! and since i'm only 24 i still need parent's advice. wedding preparation is really tough!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;go to my very dependable friend Daisy to fill out the form for my passport..yeah.i stll don't have a passport heheh&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;go to my dentist for my braces again.since we're running out of time..i need to see her once a week..i need to get rid of my braces before our wedding so i won't look like betty la fea on my wedding day&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;and oh...go to our brangay halll and secure a copy of brangy clearance...Why do we need a lot of papers????&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;and i should be able to relax on friday since saturday will be my first day in school..can't wait to go to school again!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;and oh..i also need to go to some of our ninangs and ninongs...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;- my hands are full! arghh.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9205484017120742778-1972080840581610475?l=perfectlyflawedlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://perfectlyflawedlife.blogspot.com/feeds/1972080840581610475/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9205484017120742778&amp;postID=1972080840581610475&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9205484017120742778/posts/default/1972080840581610475'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9205484017120742778/posts/default/1972080840581610475'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://perfectlyflawedlife.blogspot.com/2008/05/busybusyhan.html' title='busybusyhan..'/><author><name>winay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16890941388519176006</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AHuyrI1BF-8/Sms1XkbgdHI/AAAAAAAAALk/QmRMWe7KqzI/S220/DSC01634.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9205484017120742778.post-6425551651977954183</id><published>2008-05-23T12:27:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-23T12:55:36.068+08:00</updated><title type='text'>friday..woohoo</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;soo..so happy for my friend Merky..la lang..it's just that, the day he had his first interview in that bio-gas company i asked him to go with me to our 'sanctuary.' we decided to meet in our sanctuary since it's not crowded naman on weekdays so he could see me agad..i had my moments there..then he arrived saying: "tpos ka na magmoment neng?" then i said.."hell yeah" while drying my tears hahaha..i so love that place. After my moments there we had a &lt;em&gt;madrama &lt;/em&gt;conversation at gloria jeans over a cup of chocolate drink..i felt so relieved after that..nothing really beats going to my sanctuary then go to a coffee shop when i feel so so bad..going back to my friend..i'm just so happy for him..well i hope the things i've prayed for will be granted..since most of those are not for me but for the people i love and care about..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;and while my friend is very excited about his new job..i'm now having a dilemma whether to continue working here after my wedding or find another one..i wish life was a lot simpler. i wish i could just leave..i just don't want to have any regrets in the future and say..i could've...i should've...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;---&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;a week from now i'll be busy again on weekends. it's back to school time..i can now imagine myself cramming on friday nights..lots of papers again..i wish i had a knack for writing..i'm not really confident when i see my professors with PhD reading my papers..i always lack vocabulary.. i need more academic terms so my papers would look like a paper written by a graduate school student hehe..arghhh...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;--&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;got a lot of random thoughts today..it's friday..can't wait to take a long nap...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;happy friday everyone!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9205484017120742778-6425551651977954183?l=perfectlyflawedlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://perfectlyflawedlife.blogspot.com/feeds/6425551651977954183/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9205484017120742778&amp;postID=6425551651977954183&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9205484017120742778/posts/default/6425551651977954183'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9205484017120742778/posts/default/6425551651977954183'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://perfectlyflawedlife.blogspot.com/2008/05/fridaywoohoo.html' title='friday..woohoo'/><author><name>winay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16890941388519176006</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AHuyrI1BF-8/Sms1XkbgdHI/AAAAAAAAALk/QmRMWe7KqzI/S220/DSC01634.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9205484017120742778.post-4407764520131669392</id><published>2008-05-22T11:54:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-27T07:31:31.228+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;i've just talked to my boss...and now i realized that it's really coming..hays...3 weeks from now it'll be my much awaited vacation..i'll be getting married in june..woohoo..so i asked for a 5 week leave. Luckily, they allowed me to.i was reluctant at first but when i come back i'll still have the same rate and i'll still be one of the TLs. some of the bosses are kinda apprehensive thinking that i wouldn't come back anymore. they think that i'd get pregnant agad and that i'd just stay home and be a full time wife..but hey, can i do that? i would love the idea of just staying home..taking care of the whole family..maybe for a little while, i can...and the thing is my hubby will go back to States.. nway...yeah they're now considering the person i recommended to be my assistant TL..i feel sorry for the other one because i know that she is more capable..and she is much better..but the other boss likes the other one because she has stayed in the company for almost a year now and the other one is just new..i just hope that we made the right choice...i wouldn't want the other teachers hear their TL speaking with her regional accent hehe..she has this regional accent kse..and i kinda don't like her attitude..well... no choice n lng tlga hehe..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;the company still wants me to come back..it feels great knowing that they trust me..yeah.i'm earning a relatively good salary..but the thing is i don't like the working environment anymore. so im still thinking if i'd come back or not..i love the job..but i don't want to work with people who don't even know the meaning of 'techie' ... omg! hehe..the question now is..when i leave this company..will i miss the people i'm working with right now as much as i missed the people i used to work with from the company i used to work for? i just hope there will be better oppurtunities for me..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9205484017120742778-4407764520131669392?l=perfectlyflawedlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://perfectlyflawedlife.blogspot.com/feeds/4407764520131669392/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9205484017120742778&amp;postID=4407764520131669392&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9205484017120742778/posts/default/4407764520131669392'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9205484017120742778/posts/default/4407764520131669392'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://perfectlyflawedlife.blogspot.com/2008/05/ive-just-talked-to-my-boss.html' title=''/><author><name>winay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16890941388519176006</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AHuyrI1BF-8/Sms1XkbgdHI/AAAAAAAAALk/QmRMWe7KqzI/S220/DSC01634.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9205484017120742778.post-4719402893965215421</id><published>2008-05-21T11:51:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-21T11:56:30.044+08:00</updated><title type='text'>starting again</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;been blogging for a while..i've used blogspot before..got a wordpress account..multipy account and friendster blog. but i think i need to decide now which one to use..someday i want to look at this and read all my entries feeling very proud of what i've become..it's high time i maintain one blog account..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;there are a lot of happenings i want to share to the world..thoughts keep on pouring..and i don't where to start..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;just can't wait to post another one again..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9205484017120742778-4719402893965215421?l=perfectlyflawedlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://perfectlyflawedlife.blogspot.com/feeds/4719402893965215421/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9205484017120742778&amp;postID=4719402893965215421&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9205484017120742778/posts/default/4719402893965215421'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9205484017120742778/posts/default/4719402893965215421'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://perfectlyflawedlife.blogspot.com/2008/05/starting-again.html' title='starting again'/><author><name>winay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16890941388519176006</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AHuyrI1BF-8/Sms1XkbgdHI/AAAAAAAAALk/QmRMWe7KqzI/S220/DSC01634.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
