<?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-7911662068794249769</id><updated>2011-11-28T08:44:06.060+08:00</updated><category term='Emo'/><category term='jokes'/><category term='All In The Mind'/><category term='avril lavigne'/><category term='travel'/><category term='poetry'/><category term='beat freaks'/><category term='games'/><category term='foods'/><category term='music'/><category term='tag'/><category term='celebration'/><category term='work'/><category term='dance'/><title type='text'>Left Without A Note</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://without-a-note.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7911662068794249769/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://without-a-note.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Inkee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01776581461671010271</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XZHDT0QMZ94/SaOm41T8pNI/AAAAAAAAAG4/RqlHrqDajoE/S220/redge2.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>69</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7911662068794249769.post-4660270155069531847</id><published>2009-11-24T11:37:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-25T16:31:50.937+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Aug-Nov: FREAK UPDATE</title><content type='html'>WOW. it took me this long to finally update this blog. but yeahhh.. i'm finally back. give me a woop wooop!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On my last update, I was helping The Beat Freaks get into stage with Michael Jackson. Two of my favorite members of the group, Maryss and Rino actually auditioned for MJ and they got the gig to work for him (as dancers) in his London concert. Unfortunately, as you all know... MJ passed away before the said concert. It was a sad day for everyone.. (or almost everyone). Even if you're not a dancer or a singer, it would be hard to say that the King of Pop never influenced you. That would be a complete lie. Don't even tell me you never tried doing the moonwalk or "the lean", or sang his songs. Much respect to the greatest dancer of all time, RIP Michael Jackson.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Moving on to lighter things... can you imagine.......I'VE FINALLY MET THE BEAT FREAKS!!!!!!!!  chyeah!!! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Once upon a time, I was just another youtube viewer who happened to see a video of this girl... rippin' the dancefloor. Her name is Rino Nakasone, and I knew right away, that this is the sickest dancer I've ever seen. I've started watching more of her dance classes... and tried to learn her choreo. I have never taken a dance class my entire life, I've always been self-taught.. I see it on tv or internet, and I copy it. So for years, Rino's videos became my online dance classes. And then I came across this montage of Rino and Maryss, otherwise known as The Geminiz. The carnival video basically tells it all... and their story inspired me to go for my dream. That I should go out and get it. Instead of staying home, I should take a class... I should show my talent... I should pursue my passion. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's sad but it's true if I say that I haven't really considered dancing as a profession. People need REAL jobs (that's been ingrained in my head) hence, I never took it seriously. It was just a pastime. But I've promised myself that one day.. I would visit LA and go to Debbie Reynolds Studio to take Rino and Maryss' class. But I've never thought it would come sooner.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rino and Maryss are members of an all-girl dance crew BEAT FREAKS (if you haven't caught on). They joined America's Best Dance Crew, Season 3... and every week I was waiting for their performance (on youtube that is). If you haven't seen any of their performance, I think its about time you should. It would be hard to watch their routines and not become a fan instantly. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then it was February, when the Beat Freaks Fans Ning community started. I was one of their early members. It became the Official Fansite of the ladies, since Beat Freaks themselves are members of the site. I've made lots of friends, most members are usually cool. Eventhough BF didn't win in the show, they have done so much more to their fans. Some have decided to meet up during the Monsters of HipHop Convention to be held at Orlando, Florida in July of 2009. And I, was one of them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Although I didn't have enough money for the trip, I knew that I wanted this to happen...to make another dream come true. Its now or never. I so badly wanted to take the dance class, but the advanced classes (which i was sure Rino and Maryss would be teaching) was way out of my budget. So I just decided to go there as an observer, I'd still get to meet them anyway. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Later on, I've learned that Maryss won't be in Orlando... she'll be in France during that time. I was saddened, but well... she will be with her family so we gotta understand. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;July 16, I left for my 23 hours flight to Orlando. There are no words to explain how much I was feeling at that time. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is gonna take a while, so I suggest you grab a soda and popcorn.. sit back and relax..... hahaha! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;For the love of the Freaks....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just watching the Beat Freaks perform each challenge in ABDC, made me want to get up and join them. Beat Freaks really changed the way many people look at female dancers. As I've mentioned, I love to dance, but I never really considered doing it professionally...especially hiphop has been viewed as a male-dominated scene. But after I’ve watched so many Beat Freaks performances.. and them showing women empowerment…and spreading the message to “Freak the Dream,” that’s where I really got my encouragement to pursue dancing again. (I'm now taking dance classes.) That’s why I have a huge respect for the Beat Freaks. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I learned that the Beat Freaks were gonna be at Monsters of Hip Hop for 2 days:  giving classes, doing meet and greet, Q&amp;A and the performance. I knew it was the perfect opportunity to meet them.  I just wanted to see them. Maybe just take a picture and an autograph...and that’s it for me. Just to be in the same room as the Beat Freaks… is a dream come true for me. However dorky that sounds. But the Beat Freaks and my fellow ningers who went there gave me the best memories ever. Just remembering Orlando always brings a smile on my face. &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;It made my year.&lt;/span&gt; The Beat Freaks are just so down to earth people and talk and treat you like you’ve been friends forever. Up to now, I still can’t get over it. I wasn’t able to go to DisneyWorld (boo, being poor. lol) but Hyatt Hotel was the happiest place on earth for me during that weekend. Call me cliche, i don't care. :p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you sooo very much Rino, Keeley, Teresa, Lindsey, Shorty, Jules, LeeJ, and Gene of MOHH for making it happen!!! I love you Beat Freaks. You guys are amazing… More Power and Keep Freaking the Dream!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Although I didn’t get to meet Maryss,I’m hopeful that I will meet her soon and see the Beat Freaks again… when they visit the Philippines. If you can read this... please, please visit us! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~Redge &lt;br /&gt;Entrepreneur, Dancer, Proud BFF Ninger&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Are You One Of Us? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Share Your Story… JOIN NING TODAY!&lt;br /&gt;http://beatfreaksfans.ning.com&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;View the video I made of Orlando:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/Zg3O6-oar2M&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&amp;"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/Zg3O6-oar2M&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7911662068794249769-4660270155069531847?l=without-a-note.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://without-a-note.blogspot.com/feeds/4660270155069531847/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7911662068794249769&amp;postID=4660270155069531847&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7911662068794249769/posts/default/4660270155069531847'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7911662068794249769/posts/default/4660270155069531847'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://without-a-note.blogspot.com/2009/08/august-november-update.html' title='Aug-Nov: FREAK UPDATE'/><author><name>Inkee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01776581461671010271</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XZHDT0QMZ94/SaOm41T8pNI/AAAAAAAAAG4/RqlHrqDajoE/S220/redge2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7911662068794249769.post-7121914935548231514</id><published>2009-03-11T12:42:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-12T16:02:53.410+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='dance'/><title type='text'>Chasing the Glove</title><content type='html'>CALLING ALL BEAT FREAKS SUPPORTERS and dancing enthusiasts!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Beat Freaks Fans at Ning have started the FREAK THE DREAM petition. We need as many signatures as we can get to get the Beat Freaks on stage with the man himself, Mr. Michael Jackson. Word is he will be retiring soon and only has a few more performances left. Let's get these ladies on stage with him! We want the Beat Freaks to dance with MJ just as much as they do. Seeing as how they're such an inspiration to us, we're going to do everything within our powers to help them achieve this dream. Chasing the Glove is now in effect.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.ipetitions.com/petition/freakthedream/" target="_blank"&gt;Sign the Petition: CHASING THE GLOVE&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We at least want to get 100,000 signatures. PLEASE HELP US REACH THIS GOAL. Get your family, your friends, classmates, teammates, roommates, co-workers, neighbors, etc. to sign.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It only takes a minute to sign and it would mean the world to not only the ladies of the Beat Freaks, but to their loyal supporters as well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's fast, easy and FREE (you don't need to make any donations). just write your name, email and comment.. go back to main page, voila.. your name is there!&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;You can even sign it as anonymous if you want. But please don't sign more than once as it could potentially make this whole petition null and void.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Feel free to join us over on the fansite, http://beatfreaksfans.ning.com/ Where you can hang out with other Beat Freaks supporters, you can view pics/videos as well as upload your own. You can even join us in the chat. There are plenty of cool things about this site, but the only way to find out the full extent is to join us over there. Don't worry, we don't bite.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7911662068794249769-7121914935548231514?l=without-a-note.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://without-a-note.blogspot.com/feeds/7121914935548231514/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7911662068794249769&amp;postID=7121914935548231514&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7911662068794249769/posts/default/7121914935548231514'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7911662068794249769/posts/default/7121914935548231514'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://without-a-note.blogspot.com/2009/03/chasing-glove.html' title='Chasing the Glove'/><author><name>Inkee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01776581461671010271</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XZHDT0QMZ94/SaOm41T8pNI/AAAAAAAAAG4/RqlHrqDajoE/S220/redge2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7911662068794249769.post-2854924663986101457</id><published>2009-02-26T17:13:00.008+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-27T18:22:00.511+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='dance'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='beat freaks'/><title type='text'>Freak The Vote</title><content type='html'>heya! I'm gonna be annoying today, and ask you guys to view the Beat Freaks videos here:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://gallery.me.com/jungleboy7"&gt;Episode Gallery&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's my uber favorite dance crew.. the Beat Freaks... they're on MTV's America's Best Dance Crew.. and I want them to win. If you like what you saw, then please vote for them! No matter where you are, you can still vote online... at Mtv's website: &lt;a href="http://www.mtv.com/ontv/dyn/dance_crew/voting.jhtml?episodeId=7419"&gt;click here&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and of course, choose: BEAT FREAKS&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Voting polls is now open from Friday (11am, Feb. 27) and they are leaving the voting open till the finale (next week, March 5).. so we have ONE WEEK to keep voting. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you want to know more info, just ask me. i'm recruiting members/voters everywhere. lol. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also if you're already a fan, please join Beat Freaks Fans Community: &lt;br /&gt;http://beatfreaksfans.ning.com/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;See ya there... ^_^&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7911662068794249769-2854924663986101457?l=without-a-note.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://without-a-note.blogspot.com/feeds/2854924663986101457/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7911662068794249769&amp;postID=2854924663986101457&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7911662068794249769/posts/default/2854924663986101457'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7911662068794249769/posts/default/2854924663986101457'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://without-a-note.blogspot.com/2009/02/freak-vote.html' title='Freak The Vote'/><author><name>Inkee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01776581461671010271</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XZHDT0QMZ94/SaOm41T8pNI/AAAAAAAAAG4/RqlHrqDajoE/S220/redge2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7911662068794249769.post-7962634512730888394</id><published>2009-02-22T17:46:00.010+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-22T19:05:00.205+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='dance'/><title type='text'>Ma, I Don't Sing</title><content type='html'>Recently I've watched a dance rehearsal of Beat Freaks in YouTube, the choreo by chronique was pretty awesome...so....umm.. ehhm.. being my usual self, I have to try if I can do it too. XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;object height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/aO0tz8Oh5Mk&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/aO0tz8Oh5Mk&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7911662068794249769-7962634512730888394?l=without-a-note.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://without-a-note.blogspot.com/feeds/7962634512730888394/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7911662068794249769&amp;postID=7962634512730888394&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7911662068794249769/posts/default/7962634512730888394'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7911662068794249769/posts/default/7962634512730888394'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://without-a-note.blogspot.com/2009/02/ma-i-dont-sing.html' title='Ma, I Don&apos;t Sing'/><author><name>Inkee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01776581461671010271</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XZHDT0QMZ94/SaOm41T8pNI/AAAAAAAAAG4/RqlHrqDajoE/S220/redge2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7911662068794249769.post-118024757934029435</id><published>2009-02-17T14:24:00.016+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-21T15:17:24.438+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='dance'/><title type='text'>Beat Freaks Freak</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://i7.photobucket.com/albums/y289/redge13/freakDvote_sm-1.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A couple of days ago I learned that the &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.thebeatfreaks.com/" target="_blank"&gt;Beat Freaks&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt; are one of the contestants in Mtv's America's Best Dance Crew (aka ABDC), Season 3.  Beat Freaks consists of 8 females with killer dance moves. For those who is not aware, I've been a huge youtube stalker of two of their members: Rino and Maryss from Paris. I'm jealous of their energy and swagger. XD If you're curious, just search their name in Youtube and prepare for some jaw-dropping moves.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Watch my posted video below to see for yourself:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/7hn69XpMOOM&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/7hn69XpMOOM&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They're now on their 6th week, with 5 crews remaining...and I'm hoping they'll win this season and get the title. We need as much support from everyone as we can get. Please visit freakthevote.com &amp;amp; watch America's Best Dance Crew every Thursday at 10pm/7pm on MTV. (AN: I don't know the showtime here in the Phils. cuz I watch them online.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I also created an Unofficial fan page in Friendster - &lt;a href="http://www.friendster.com/group/tabmain.php?gid=2768109" target="_blank"&gt;Beat Freak Freaks&lt;/a&gt;. If you're a fan, join me and show your love &amp;amp; support to the Beat Freaks!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let's help The Beat Freaks win ABDC Season 3! Freak the VOTE!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;3&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7911662068794249769-118024757934029435?l=without-a-note.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://without-a-note.blogspot.com/feeds/118024757934029435/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7911662068794249769&amp;postID=118024757934029435&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7911662068794249769/posts/default/118024757934029435'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7911662068794249769/posts/default/118024757934029435'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://without-a-note.blogspot.com/2009/02/beat-freaks-freak.html' title='Beat Freaks Freak'/><author><name>Inkee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01776581461671010271</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XZHDT0QMZ94/SaOm41T8pNI/AAAAAAAAAG4/RqlHrqDajoE/S220/redge2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7911662068794249769.post-5644498880223222152</id><published>2009-02-11T17:27:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-11T17:48:12.584+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='work'/><title type='text'>The Lease, part 3!</title><content type='html'>update!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;GOOD NEWS!!! We found a perfect new space for my shop! woot! it's just that I'm gonna spend a lot of money &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;again&lt;/span&gt; for improvements: getting doors, walls, grills, windows, toilet, etc. done before moving. It's near where I'm currently renting, and location is so much better since it's on the ground floor (compared to my current space: 3rd flr).. soooo, improvements might be done on March, then we'll move there April. hopefully! I'm gonna sign the new contract this coming Sunday. It's a HUGE relief since it means I'm still gonna be close to my current customers. Weee!!! There's 2 other businesses willing to rent the space (one is a computer shop, the other is a restaurant), but thanks to &lt;a href="http://www.lheeanne.com/greys/"&gt;Tekla&lt;/a&gt; she was able to get to the owner first. Heh. Chalamat ng madami, bstfrnd!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...and...earlier this morning, I've also talked to Mr. P*t@ng*toot*, just clarifying that I'm gonna use my remaining advance and deposit until April, then we're moving out. Hurrah!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;before I forget, Happy Valentine's Day everyone!!!!!! &lt;3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img style="width: 432px; height: 288px;" src="http://www.bartelme.at/material/news/HappyValentinesDay.png" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7911662068794249769-5644498880223222152?l=without-a-note.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://without-a-note.blogspot.com/feeds/5644498880223222152/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7911662068794249769&amp;postID=5644498880223222152&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7911662068794249769/posts/default/5644498880223222152'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7911662068794249769/posts/default/5644498880223222152'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://without-a-note.blogspot.com/2009/02/lease-part-3.html' title='The Lease, part 3!'/><author><name>Inkee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01776581461671010271</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XZHDT0QMZ94/SaOm41T8pNI/AAAAAAAAAG4/RqlHrqDajoE/S220/redge2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7911662068794249769.post-1497645626838192174</id><published>2009-01-23T17:24:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-23T17:49:31.060+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='work'/><title type='text'>lease update</title><content type='html'>Soo.. anybody here interested about the lease? NO? well, I'm still gonna talk about it. Hehe. So I talked to the lessor or landlord (well, I don't really like calling him landlord. cuz he's not the real owner, and he's not my lord.... he's only the caretaker. Anyway, let's just call him d!ckhead for easier reference.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I personally talked to the Owner of the bldg. (cuz they just arrived from abroad), and guess what the old couple told me? They said.. that I should've been the one to 'give way' to d!ckhead. That I should've backed-off cuz he was upset. and I told that fuckin old lady that I didn't even argue with him! D1ckhead was the one yelling at me, when all I did was request if he can give the papers to me here in my shop.. since I couldn't leave that day. That's the last straw for me, I thought they would be more understanding... hey, I'm the paying tenant but nope, they're on d*ckhead's side and won't even listen. They said they trusted d*ckhead, and he is the one who decides. Wow.. talk about customer support, eh?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really thought I could still stay here, if the Owner at least apologized for d!ckhead's behavior. I am a pacifist... and I was expecting that they'd somehow talk to him and straighten him up. But I was beyond disappointed with how they handled it. Stressing the blame on me. Not at all professional, they're all a bunch of bullsh!tters!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So after that conversation, I talked to d!ckhead (under my mom's watch, cuz otherwise if i talk to him alone.. he acts like he is superior over me. cuz i'm younger AND a female.) And I told him I'm gonna use my advance payment + my 1 month deposit until March. I'm &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;NOT&lt;/span&gt; gonna renew the contract, and that's final.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, I know why a lot of businesses don't stay in this building for long.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;fin.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7911662068794249769-1497645626838192174?l=without-a-note.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://without-a-note.blogspot.com/feeds/1497645626838192174/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7911662068794249769&amp;postID=1497645626838192174&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7911662068794249769/posts/default/1497645626838192174'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7911662068794249769/posts/default/1497645626838192174'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://without-a-note.blogspot.com/2009/01/lease-update.html' title='lease update'/><author><name>Inkee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01776581461671010271</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XZHDT0QMZ94/SaOm41T8pNI/AAAAAAAAAG4/RqlHrqDajoE/S220/redge2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7911662068794249769.post-1213809725247459048</id><published>2009-01-16T11:17:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-16T11:32:25.936+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='work'/><title type='text'>for my poor pride</title><content type='html'>just really want to vent out right now.. my head feels like it's about to explode anytime soon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's January, this time of the year is the renewal of mayor's permit and paperworks for my computer shop. so 2 weeks ago, I've been asking the lessor (the one who's leasing the office space of Redge Computer), to give me a lease of contract cuz it's part of the requirement to get my permit. He's been putting it off for days... saying different excuses everytime. First was, (reason 1) his lawyer cannot notarize because her license expired. He won't be able to give me one until Jan. 30th, and that's not really what I wanted to hear.. since that would mean that I would incur penalties in the mayor's office for filling late. I asked him, nicely, if he can find other lawyers. So then he 'said' that he looked but (reason 2) he can't find one cuz they're all busy. fucking bullshit! so then he told me that they're just gonna go with their current lawyer (the one who has an expired license) but he said that there shouldn't be any problem with the paper. I don't know if that is legal or not, using a 2008 license for 2009 documents. I don't have any background on that, but I do think that if there is a problem... it would be their lawyer's ass who can get sued. so I said fine, as long as it's acceptable. So that was settled Friday, he said the contract should be ready by monday. Monday came, (3) he said tomorrow. Tuesday I asked him if it's ready, (4) he said tomorrow. Wednesday, (5) he said tomorrow again. and I've told him before that I cannot leave the shop, unless someone would be there to watch out for it (which is my bestfriend). Thursday came and I was busy with SSS paperworks, so I've asked my bestfriend to watch the shop for me that morning. When I arrived at the shop that afternooon, (after my bestfriend just left) the Lessor called and said that I have to go with him to the lawyer at 3pm. I said I couldn't, I just arrived... nobody's gonna look out for the shop since my friend just left and went to work. I told him to bring the documents that I have to sign, here in the shop.. since I cannot leave. He said that he can't, I have to go with him. So really I can't leave, because I have customers and there's no one who could replace me. I explained that on my apartment (where I sleep), the lessor there brings us the documents to sign. He said he's not like that... because that would mean he's gonna go back and forth to the lawyer and me, and he's really busy. Lessor suggests that he's taking my mom instead to sign for me. I texted my mom, she got angry and said... why would she sign she's not frickin Regina F*ll*r*s. Great. Then mom said that I should wait till Lessor hand the contract to me, and she doesn't want me to sign anything cuz mom wants to read the said contract first. So I told the Lessor that, he got angry... and told me different stuff... raising his voice at me... he said I've been rushing him and now that he's free, why won't I just close my shop.. he said that doesn't your mom read the previous contract, it's basically the same... yada yada... i told him I'm just not gonna sign until mom reads it (cuz otherwise, mom would get angry at me. I know I'm the owner of the shop. But i still have respect for my mother.) he said that the lawyer was already on vacation or at home, and he asked her to go back to office just to make the papers and all that stuff. So really, he was yelling at me at that time (over the phone). I am a very quiet person, it's not in my nature to be rude to older people. I stayed quiet, and told him that fine, if he can't bring it to me... then I'm not gonna renew the contract.. I'm just gonna use my 2 months advance payment. so then he asked for my mom's number. After that, they had face-to-face confrontation. I don't know what was exchanged, cuz I was still here at the shop.. they were downstairs. mom summarized that Lessor raised his voice at her too, and she did the same. words were exchanged, it was a pretty heated conversation. so now my mom is pissed too, and she doesn't want me to renew the contract. As of right now, I'm beyond angry... cuz he's been treating me like an idiot. This is not the first time he's been rude to me. Everytime I ask for a request (like for an electricity in the toilet), he's always putting it off.. and when I follow up on the request, he gets pissed and becomes rude to me. So I've been thinking about it since yesterday and last night.. and this morning.. and I realized that I OWE HIM NOTHING! I always paid him on time, if he requests that I pay him earlier because he's short in money, I do that.. without complaining. if he needs keys on the building's gate, because his stupid relatives locked themselves inside.. I wake up at 7am to give him my keys! I've been too nice to him, and then for him to just yell at me.. I can no longer tolerate that. he's pissed cuz i can't go for ONE frickin day, when I've been waiting for him to do that contract for almost 2 weeks! when I know he can bring the documents to me... he's just being lazy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so now my problem is I don't really want to stay here any longer... I want to move my computer shop. But at this time there are no vacancies left for office space. If I find one, it's gonna be too far from my current customers (which are mostly college/highschool students).. and I have to do it soon. If I can't find one, I'm thinking I'm just gonna close the shop... and... I don't know...put the computers on storage... really, I don't know...  I'm having a huge headache right now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If I stay, I know he's gonna bullshit me again. and I don't want any of that. I put up my own business so I won't have to put up with anyone's shit and those fuckwits. He should be nice to me cuz I am paying him!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sorry if this is too long, and please excuse the language. this is how i often clear my head.. I put my feelings into words... try to separate my emotions and look if i'm just being dramatic or overly dramatic.. and then I get decisions from it.. this would be over soon. hopefully. help me God.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7911662068794249769-1213809725247459048?l=without-a-note.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://without-a-note.blogspot.com/feeds/1213809725247459048/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7911662068794249769&amp;postID=1213809725247459048&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7911662068794249769/posts/default/1213809725247459048'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7911662068794249769/posts/default/1213809725247459048'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://without-a-note.blogspot.com/2009/01/for-my-poor-pride.html' title='for my poor pride'/><author><name>Inkee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01776581461671010271</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XZHDT0QMZ94/SaOm41T8pNI/AAAAAAAAAG4/RqlHrqDajoE/S220/redge2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7911662068794249769.post-8962228658520449692</id><published>2009-01-06T12:42:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-07T17:59:44.792+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='jokes'/><title type='text'>A Puzzle</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Sharing with you a little something I've received via email, maybe it would brighten your day... :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Imagine you are in Africa .. You have been tied hanging on a tree with a rope anchored on the ground, a candle is slowly burning the rope,and the lion is waiting for you to drop and be his lunch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i7.photobucket.com/albums/y289/redge13/lion1.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your survival hinges on the rope staying intact, there is no one around to help you. The only possible way is to somehow convince the lion to BLOW the candle out. 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&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:Arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:100%;" &gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-size:100%;color:blue;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-size:100%;color:blue;"  &gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;b&gt;Sing a Happy Birthday song. &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-size:100%;color:blue;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i7.photobucket.com/albums/y289/redge13/lion2.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;p style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 153);font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:100%;"  &gt; &lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;HeHeHe…Ang Corny…&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:100%;"  &gt; &lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:100%;"  &gt; &lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7911662068794249769-8962228658520449692?l=without-a-note.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://without-a-note.blogspot.com/feeds/8962228658520449692/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7911662068794249769&amp;postID=8962228658520449692&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7911662068794249769/posts/default/8962228658520449692'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7911662068794249769/posts/default/8962228658520449692'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://without-a-note.blogspot.com/2009/01/puzzle.html' title='A Puzzle'/><author><name>Inkee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01776581461671010271</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XZHDT0QMZ94/SaOm41T8pNI/AAAAAAAAAG4/RqlHrqDajoE/S220/redge2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7911662068794249769.post-4108719360225081257</id><published>2009-01-03T14:31:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-03T14:31:03.354+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='travel'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='celebration'/><title type='text'>Winter Wonder-Err!</title><content type='html'>Happy New Year Everyone! I'm back!!! Who missed me?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I spent my Christmas with family in Washington. I wished for snow, so I can snowboard again. But you know about the old saying.."be careful what you wish for." Cuz I got just that!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dec. 21, I arrived in Seattle. It was packed... with snow and people. I was fortunate enough that my flight arrived on time, and I didn't lose any of my luggages. Most travelers did. Some have been in the airport for days, they can't even change their clothes.. and flights were canceled one after another because of the weather. First day and I realized what a mistake it is to wish for snow. Don't get me wrong, snow is pretty.. but they should stay in the mountains. Hehe. Because of the thick ice, our car got stuck... and we have to push... and push... and push again.. still it won't move. :p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dec. 22, my sister arrived from another state. Unfortunately, she lost her luggage in the airport. We were ready to go home and eat... but then the car got stuck again. Shovel, push, shovel, push...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dec. 23, we don't have a car.. it got stuck, again. So we decided to walk to the nearest mall, to shop and dine. Took about 30 minutes to get there. And then we got a good news, FedEx called my sister... and they're delivering her lost luggage. Yipee. But there's bad news, they won't leave her luggage at home... so instead they're following us to the mall to give her the luggage. Huh! We couldn't hire a taxi. All companies we've called are busy, so nothing left to do but -- woot.. drag the 50 lbs. luggage all the way home. At least she only brought one. :p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dec. 24, another sister decided to finally put some snow tires on, cost about more than $600, but at least we'd be able to move around. We finally bought christmas decors, our christmas tree, xmas gifts.. and xmas foods!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Christmas Eve - opening of presents!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Christmas Day - went out to watch "The Curious Case of Benjamin Button, " with 4 sisters. It was a great movie. Me and siblings thought... &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;*warning: movie spoiler*&lt;/span&gt; .. at least I'd be cute when I die. Hehehe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dec. 26 - umm. what happened? I slept? ... and did my laundry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dec. 27 - I started packing my stuff up. We went out that night, to visit Bellevue Square and dine at Yama - a japanese restaurant.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dec. 28th - Woke up when sister asked me, "what time are you leaving?" and I check the clock, it's already 9am! Eeeeekk! my flight is at 12 noon. Good thing, there were no major traffic. I'm still lucky. Hehe. Left Washington, back to P.I. Where the sun is shining, and my skin doesn't dry... and St. Ives won't irritate it.. and I'll have my milk lotion. :p It's nice to be home!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Again, with the question, who missed me? :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It might take a while for Santa to load... but here are some pics. Enjoy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div style="width:320px; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;embed type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" src="http://w7.photobucket.com/pbwidget.swf?pbwurl=http://w7.photobucket.com/albums/y289/redge13/WhiteWashington/3b07d7ec.pbw" height="240" width="320"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7911662068794249769-4108719360225081257?l=without-a-note.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://without-a-note.blogspot.com/feeds/4108719360225081257/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7911662068794249769&amp;postID=4108719360225081257&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7911662068794249769/posts/default/4108719360225081257'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7911662068794249769/posts/default/4108719360225081257'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://without-a-note.blogspot.com/2009/01/winter-wonder-err.html' title='Winter Wonder-Err!'/><author><name>Inkee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01776581461671010271</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XZHDT0QMZ94/SaOm41T8pNI/AAAAAAAAAG4/RqlHrqDajoE/S220/redge2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7911662068794249769.post-4617624601757325437</id><published>2008-12-06T13:43:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-06T13:46:47.413+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Dreaming of a White Christmas...</title><content type='html'>Only 2 weeks left...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i7.photobucket.com/albums/y289/redge13/374991146l.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I'll be home for Christmas! &lt;/span&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/7911662068794249769-4617624601757325437?l=without-a-note.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://without-a-note.blogspot.com/feeds/4617624601757325437/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7911662068794249769&amp;postID=4617624601757325437&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7911662068794249769/posts/default/4617624601757325437'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7911662068794249769/posts/default/4617624601757325437'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://without-a-note.blogspot.com/2008/12/dreaming-of-white-christmas.html' title='Dreaming of a White Christmas...'/><author><name>Inkee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01776581461671010271</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XZHDT0QMZ94/SaOm41T8pNI/AAAAAAAAAG4/RqlHrqDajoE/S220/redge2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7911662068794249769.post-5151851863142397036</id><published>2008-12-05T14:12:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-06T13:49:26.845+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='celebration'/><title type='text'>Happy Burp-day Bstfrnd!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i7.photobucket.com/albums/y289/redge13/bstfrnd_bday.gif" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Imbitado po kayong lahat sa darating na ika-7 ng Disyembre...  manlilibre si &lt;a href="http://www.lheeanne.com/greys/"&gt;Bstfrnd&lt;/a&gt; ko. ^_^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bstfrnd, nais kong magpasalamat  at sa 5 taon na nakaraan ay itinuring mo akong iyong kaibigan. Sa pikunan, awayan at dramahan, ay hindi mo ako iniwan. Napaka-swerte ko talaga at nakilala kita.. laging handang tumulong sakin. Di ko pa sinasabi, pinapautang mo na ako. :p Awayin o iwanan man ako ng lahat, wala akong pakialam... dahil alam ko na aampunin mo ako. hahahaha. Masarap pa man din lagi ulam nyo sainyo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hangad ko Bstfrnd, na sana ay magkaroon ka ng madaming leche flan na handa sa birthday mo. At kahit isang kusing ng litson, ay ayos na din sa akin. :p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saka na ang regalo ha, madami ang gastusin at naghihirap pa ang iyong bfrend ngayon. Hindi tulad ng iba diyan, na meron 13th month pay, my fringe benefits, may productivity incentive(?), may clothing allowance, at malapit na din magka-tax refund.. wala ako nun. :p yung mga gov't. employees lang yata ang meron.. tama ba, yun ba sabi ni PGMA? hehehe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy Happy Birthday Bstfrnd....... many more birthdays to come! Wish you good health, happiness, love, success and love (ulit?) always!  Labyu po B2! *hugs*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7911662068794249769-5151851863142397036?l=without-a-note.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://without-a-note.blogspot.com/feeds/5151851863142397036/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7911662068794249769&amp;postID=5151851863142397036&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7911662068794249769/posts/default/5151851863142397036'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7911662068794249769/posts/default/5151851863142397036'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://without-a-note.blogspot.com/2008/12/happy-burp-day-bstfrnd.html' title='Happy Burp-day Bstfrnd!!!'/><author><name>Inkee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01776581461671010271</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XZHDT0QMZ94/SaOm41T8pNI/AAAAAAAAAG4/RqlHrqDajoE/S220/redge2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7911662068794249769.post-5508617979589098738</id><published>2008-11-25T15:23:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-25T15:25:16.795+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Emo'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='poetry'/><title type='text'>Silence</title><content type='html'>How could a word so simple,&lt;br /&gt;Could hurt one so much?&lt;br /&gt;The wonder of a little sigh,&lt;br /&gt;Can convey all the emotions we have.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Though no words were spoken,&lt;br /&gt;The air has become thicker.&lt;br /&gt;No apologies are needed now,&lt;br /&gt;For it's all in the open.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A little shrug, and a bit of my lip,&lt;br /&gt;I chance to look at you,&lt;br /&gt;Still you won't meet my gaze&lt;br /&gt;Still we're both clouded in pain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How I wish you'd yell at me one time,&lt;br /&gt;Just get it out, spit it in my face&lt;br /&gt;It's getting harder to read your eyes,&lt;br /&gt;It's a bit scary not knowing what's inside your mind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How much damage have I done?&lt;br /&gt;Would I ever be forgiven, or could you take me as I am?&lt;br /&gt;If only I could take back yesterday, erase the memories of pain.&lt;br /&gt;truly not knowing, if we'll ever be okay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~ o ~ o ~ o ~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;A QUICK REMINDER:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you want to use this piece--either in full or part--please let me know and give proper credit to the author. Better yet, link back to this blog.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7911662068794249769-5508617979589098738?l=without-a-note.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://without-a-note.blogspot.com/feeds/5508617979589098738/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7911662068794249769&amp;postID=5508617979589098738&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7911662068794249769/posts/default/5508617979589098738'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7911662068794249769/posts/default/5508617979589098738'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://without-a-note.blogspot.com/2008/11/silence.html' title='Silence'/><author><name>Inkee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01776581461671010271</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XZHDT0QMZ94/SaOm41T8pNI/AAAAAAAAAG4/RqlHrqDajoE/S220/redge2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7911662068794249769.post-7487929829974662061</id><published>2008-11-17T14:48:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-17T15:59:22.241+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='travel'/><title type='text'>Lakwatsa sa Manila...</title><content type='html'>Ikalawang Yugto...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Opo, absent na naman kami ni Tekla sa trabaho noong Sabado para mag-lamyerda sa lungsod ng Maynila. Kasama ang aking kaibigan na galing sa bansang Australia, kami ay bumisita sa Mall of Asia at Star City.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Syempre, dahil malapit na ang Pasko... marami na ang nagkalat na Christmas Decors...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i7.photobucket.com/albums/y289/redge13/MOA_STARCITY/100_6504Small.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:85%;" &gt;at ang kanilang giant Christmas Tree! Weee!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="font-style: italic;" src="http://i7.photobucket.com/albums/y289/redge13/MOA_STARCITY/100_6507Small.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Nakita ko rin si Pareng Pooh...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;img style="font-style: italic;" src="http://i7.photobucket.com/albums/y289/redge13/MOA_STARCITY/100_6509Small.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Saka kami ay bumaba patungong Manila Bay... at nag-meditate...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="font-style: italic;" src="http://i7.photobucket.com/albums/y289/redge13/MOA_STARCITY/100_6512Small.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Unleash your frustrations daw eh!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="font-style: italic;" src="http://i7.photobucket.com/albums/y289/redge13/MOA_STARCITY/100_6514Small.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Lakad lakad lang muna....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="font-style: italic;" src="http://i7.photobucket.com/albums/y289/redge13/MOA_STARCITY/100_6521Small.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="font-style: italic;" src="http://i7.photobucket.com/albums/y289/redge13/MOA_STARCITY/100_6522Small.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Buti pa dito, libre ang work-out...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="font-style: italic;" src="http://i7.photobucket.com/albums/y289/redge13/MOA_STARCITY/100_6534Small.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Wa ai ni, Dao Ming Su!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="font-style: italic;" src="http://i7.photobucket.com/albums/y289/redge13/MOA_STARCITY/100_6540Small.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="font-style: italic;" src="http://i7.photobucket.com/albums/y289/redge13/MOA_STARCITY/100_6545Small.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Bili bili muna pasalubong....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="font-style: italic;" src="http://i7.photobucket.com/albums/y289/redge13/MOA_STARCITY/100_6546Small.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Sa aming pagdating sa Star City, kami ay sinalubong ni Mr. Snow Man!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="font-style: italic;" src="http://i7.photobucket.com/albums/y289/redge13/MOA_STARCITY/100_6550Small.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Takbo Gagambino!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;img style="font-style: italic;" src="http://i7.photobucket.com/albums/y289/redge13/MOA_STARCITY/100_6555Small.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Baby rollercoaster....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="font-style: italic;" src="http://i7.photobucket.com/albums/y289/redge13/MOA_STARCITY/100_6571Small.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Laro laro muna...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="font-style: italic;" src="http://i7.photobucket.com/albums/y289/redge13/MOA_STARCITY/100_6587Small.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Yay, nanalo kami ng Isang Baboy at isang Teddy.. may dinner na kami sa wakas!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="font-style: italic;" src="http://i7.photobucket.com/albums/y289/redge13/MOA_STARCITY/100_6590Small.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Miss ko na mag-drive... weeeee...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="font-style: italic;" src="http://i7.photobucket.com/albums/y289/redge13/MOA_STARCITY/100_6592Small.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;At ito ang aking target!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i7.photobucket.com/albums/y289/redge13/MOA_STARCITY/100_6593Small.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Syempre pumunta din kami ng Snow World, kaya lang bawal daw ang camera. Hmpff! Di wag! May mga iskulptura ng yelo sa loob, nagkaka-halagang Php 5,000 daw kung masisira mo ang isa. Meron din ice slide sa loob. Akala ko pwedeng mag-snowboard at ski, hindi pala. nyuk, nyuk, nyuk! Na-excite pa man din ako. Okey sya pambata.... pero next time, sa Enchanted na lang ako. bwehehhe!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hanggang sa next adventure!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7911662068794249769-7487929829974662061?l=without-a-note.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://without-a-note.blogspot.com/feeds/7487929829974662061/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7911662068794249769&amp;postID=7487929829974662061&amp;isPopup=true' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7911662068794249769/posts/default/7487929829974662061'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7911662068794249769/posts/default/7487929829974662061'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://without-a-note.blogspot.com/2008/11/lakwatsa-sa-manila.html' title='Lakwatsa sa Manila...'/><author><name>Inkee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01776581461671010271</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XZHDT0QMZ94/SaOm41T8pNI/AAAAAAAAAG4/RqlHrqDajoE/S220/redge2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i7.photobucket.com/albums/y289/redge13/MOA_STARCITY/th_100_6504Small.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7911662068794249769.post-6584077869151344994</id><published>2008-11-13T16:58:00.009+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-14T08:30:34.710+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='travel'/><title type='text'>Puerto Getaway</title><content type='html'>November 9 to 11, 2008 -- Me, bestfriend &lt;a href="http://www.lheeanne.com/greys/"&gt;Tekla&lt;/a&gt; and an Australian friend visited Puerto Galera.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's semestral break, so I need my break too! Our plan almost didn't went through... when the coastguards in the Pier notified that there's a storm in Mindoro and all boat trips were canceled that Sunday morning. Came noon, and a good friend of Tekla (who works in the Pier) texted her that it's safe to go and there's a boat leaving at 1pm.  Yay!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i7.photobucket.com/albums/y289/redge13/100_6283Small.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:85%;" &gt;Kahit maalon, at medyo nahihilo na.. naka-smile pa rin si Tekla.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i7.photobucket.com/albums/y289/redge13/100_6287Small.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Tekla: Bagay kaya ito sa orange kong uniform? Hmm...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i7.photobucket.com/albums/y289/redge13/100_6289Small.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Dyosa Ka Dyan, etong bagay sayo.. wa pak!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i7.photobucket.com/albums/y289/redge13/100_6301Small.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Mel got her braids done for Php 200&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i7.photobucket.com/albums/y289/redge13/100_6320Small.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Finally tasted the "Mindoro Sling"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i7.photobucket.com/albums/y289/redge13/100_6329Small.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Kids don't do this at home...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i7.photobucket.com/albums/y289/redge13/100_6337Small.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Dahil ito ang nangyayari pagdating ng umaga... ^_^&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After swimming and doing souvenir shopping at White Beach... we also visited Tamaraw Falls. Unfortunately, they were doing road widening... and after the storm.. there were landslides...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i7.photobucket.com/albums/y289/redge13/100_6347Small.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Kaya ayan baba ng tricycle at tumirik sa putik...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i7.photobucket.com/albums/y289/redge13/100_6349Small.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;We finally arrived.. after 1.5 hours....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i7.photobucket.com/albums/y289/redge13/100_6360Small.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Lunch time!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i7.photobucket.com/albums/y289/redge13/100_6369Small.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Cottage rental at Php 100...xempre di kami kumuha. picture lang. :p&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i7.photobucket.com/albums/y289/redge13/100_6370Small.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i7.photobucket.com/albums/y289/redge13/100_6379Small.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Tekla cleaning the pool... mejo short sa budget kaya nag-part time muna xa.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i7.photobucket.com/albums/y289/redge13/100_6386Small.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i7.photobucket.com/albums/y289/redge13/100_6417Small.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Playing in the water falls... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i7.photobucket.com/albums/y289/redge13/100_6426Small.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i7.photobucket.com/albums/y289/redge13/100_6438Small.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After Tamaraw Falls, we went to Sabang Beach....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i7.photobucket.com/albums/y289/redge13/100_6456Small.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i7.photobucket.com/albums/y289/redge13/100_6447Small.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Ang monkey ng Sabang Beach... ay hindi ba??!?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i7.photobucket.com/albums/y289/redge13/100_6463Small.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i7.photobucket.com/albums/y289/redge13/100_6466Small.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Aussie friend Mel loves her coconut! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i7.photobucket.com/albums/y289/redge13/100_6475Small.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;My Breakfast.. Tapsilog with Milo.. Yum!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i7.photobucket.com/albums/y289/redge13/100_6479Small.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;...but I want my Hello Kitty tat!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i7.photobucket.com/albums/y289/redge13/100_6491Small.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Got my glitter tattoo before leaving the island.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;So after my 3 days vacation.. I'm now back at work.... rawr!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7911662068794249769-6584077869151344994?l=without-a-note.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://without-a-note.blogspot.com/feeds/6584077869151344994/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7911662068794249769&amp;postID=6584077869151344994&amp;isPopup=true' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7911662068794249769/posts/default/6584077869151344994'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7911662068794249769/posts/default/6584077869151344994'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://without-a-note.blogspot.com/2008/11/puerto-getaway.html' title='Puerto Getaway'/><author><name>Inkee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01776581461671010271</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XZHDT0QMZ94/SaOm41T8pNI/AAAAAAAAAG4/RqlHrqDajoE/S220/redge2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7911662068794249769.post-2081392400107504372</id><published>2008-10-26T11:32:00.026+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-13T16:44:50.284+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='music'/><title type='text'>MYMP: Batangas Mall Tour</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;October 25, Saturday&lt;/span&gt; - Tekla and I were planning on attending MYMP's mall tour here in SM Batangas. Well, the poster said it would start at 4:00pm, but I wasn't able to leave work till 5pm, so we both thought we won't make it. So we left our cameras, and just thought we'll take a stroll in the mall. We arrived at the Event Center, and the saleslady selling the CDs said it hasn't started yet. So yay! (Inner thought: 'Boohoo, I left my camera.' We only have phone cameras but the quality is not as great.) We bought their new CD titled "MYMP Now" with a free poster for only Php 280. Sulit na sulit! (though I know i can just download it online. hehe.) But we have to buy one so we can get in and get their autographs later after the show.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 255px; height: 170px;" src="http://i7.photobucket.com/albums/y289/redge13/1-1.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The show finally started at around 6:30pm. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="width: 251px; height: 168px;" src="http://i7.photobucket.com/albums/y289/redge13/2-1.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Waiting to get an autograph&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;(bad-trip kasi may chuchu na inapakan paa ko. huhu!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="width: 244px; height: 168px;" src="http://i7.photobucket.com/albums/y289/redge13/3.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Tekla's excited to get her poster autographed&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="width: 243px; height: 162px;" src="http://i7.photobucket.com/albums/y289/redge13/4.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Excuse the blurry image. Kinakabahan si Tekla eh, na-starstruck!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;(yung chuchu na nakablack sa likod ung umapak sakin. ang chaket!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="width: 254px; height: 169px;" src="http://i7.photobucket.com/albums/y289/redge13/5.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Tekla and her idols. nyahahah! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="width: 255px; height: 171px;" src="http://i7.photobucket.com/albums/y289/redge13/7.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:85%;" &gt;My autographed CD&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;For those interested, their album consists of: original single "Now", and revivals like "Make It Easy", "When She Cries", "Set You Free", "Cherish" my favorite: "Baby, Don't You Break My Heart Slow" and more... kaya bili na!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7911662068794249769-2081392400107504372?l=without-a-note.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://without-a-note.blogspot.com/feeds/2081392400107504372/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7911662068794249769&amp;postID=2081392400107504372&amp;isPopup=true' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7911662068794249769/posts/default/2081392400107504372'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7911662068794249769/posts/default/2081392400107504372'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://without-a-note.blogspot.com/2008/10/mymp-batangas-mall-tour.html' title='MYMP: Batangas Mall Tour'/><author><name>Inkee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01776581461671010271</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XZHDT0QMZ94/SaOm41T8pNI/AAAAAAAAAG4/RqlHrqDajoE/S220/redge2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7911662068794249769.post-8330235472302694561</id><published>2008-10-24T16:15:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-24T17:00:49.498+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Brain Dead. Please Leave A Message. Beep!</title><content type='html'>I'm back!!! Well not really. Just here for an update. I've missed everyone! Anyways, my server crashed a few days ago...  I had 3 programming projects, some video editing, sound remixing, tons of graphic design projects, and last night, a website project. Oh, oh.. add up that my workstations got infected by a nasty virus, and my printer won't cooperate either. Yeah, that basically sums up what's going on here in my workplace for these past two weeks.  *faints*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sooo tired.. and I really need my sleep. I feel like a zombie these days.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Please forgive me if I haven't been able to hop on your blogs, I will make up for my absence...and will catch up with every single one of you soon!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For now, gotta rest up my eyes...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My food for thought of the day: "Aanhin mo ang malaking kita, kung wala ka namang makita." Bwahahah!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7911662068794249769-8330235472302694561?l=without-a-note.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://without-a-note.blogspot.com/feeds/8330235472302694561/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7911662068794249769&amp;postID=8330235472302694561&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7911662068794249769/posts/default/8330235472302694561'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7911662068794249769/posts/default/8330235472302694561'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://without-a-note.blogspot.com/2008/10/ring-ring.html' title='Brain Dead. Please Leave A Message. Beep!'/><author><name>Inkee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01776581461671010271</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XZHDT0QMZ94/SaOm41T8pNI/AAAAAAAAAG4/RqlHrqDajoE/S220/redge2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7911662068794249769.post-3400186890894081628</id><published>2008-09-29T11:58:00.014+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-03T15:07:40.054+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='celebration'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Emo'/><title type='text'>A Heart-Scare &amp; a Wedding</title><content type='html'>It's been quite a while since I last updated my blog. I got lazy, so now I'm updating you guys from my journal entries yet again. hehe!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span class="postdetails"&gt;Sep 22&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="postdetails"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;so if anyone remembers that I had ECG last week, and well.. the ER attending doctor said that the result was normal. but yesterday I came back to the hospital to get the official result, and the reading says there's some irregularities. and now i'm scared for my life. I have to get another doctor to check it. Gahh!!! damn doctor for saying it was just a muscle pain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="postdetails"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span class="postdetails"&gt;Sep 24 &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...yesterday, i skipped work for an entire day.. cuz i went from one doctor to another. total of 3 doctors consulted! heheh. but well, i'm okay. i wasn't happy with the 2nd opinion, so i went for a 3rd opinion! hahaha. The fluctuations recorded (3rd doctor said) is normal for my age group. I'm normal, umm.. physically.. &lt;img src="http://a2tv.brothersandsisters-tv.com/forums/style_emoticons/default/tongue.gif" style="vertical-align: middle;" emoid=":P" alt="tongue.gif" border="0" /&gt; sooo..yay! they just gave me more pain killers. :p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span class="postdetails"&gt;Sep 27&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just got back from my college buddy's wedding.. kinda exhausting. you know, just sitting in a corner and listening to people's speeches. hahaha. &lt;span class="text_exposed_hide"&gt;&lt;span class="text_exposed_link"&gt;N&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="text_exposed_show"&gt;ow i'm back at work. oh,&lt;/span&gt; yeahh.. the bouquet kinda.. sorta.. unfortunately, found its way to my hands. i wasn't really planning on catching it. But I guess the MC knew that none of the girls want to catch it so instead they had this game of passing this one flower to all the single girls. just passing it over till the music stops.. and i was about to pass it on, but the girl next to me won't take it.. and then, the music stopped. stupid girl. lol. the bridesmaids were also scaring me that i'm next in line. but no, i don't think i'm gonna get married soon. i love my single status WAAAY too much. :p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have lots of photos (see slideshow below)... you can comment if you want, you know just how much i crave attention. XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="width:320px; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;embed type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" src="http://w7.photobucket.com/pbwidget.swf?pbwurl=http://w7.photobucket.com/albums/y289/redge13/Ante-Sambo_Wedding/4c454ea4.pbw" height="240" width="320"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7911662068794249769-3400186890894081628?l=without-a-note.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://without-a-note.blogspot.com/feeds/3400186890894081628/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7911662068794249769&amp;postID=3400186890894081628&amp;isPopup=true' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7911662068794249769/posts/default/3400186890894081628'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7911662068794249769/posts/default/3400186890894081628'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://without-a-note.blogspot.com/2008/09/heart-scare-wedding.html' title='A Heart-Scare &amp; a Wedding'/><author><name>Inkee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01776581461671010271</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XZHDT0QMZ94/SaOm41T8pNI/AAAAAAAAAG4/RqlHrqDajoE/S220/redge2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7911662068794249769.post-2566682736585165376</id><published>2008-09-18T10:18:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-18T10:30:51.624+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Journal Entries</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Monday, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Sep 15 2008&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since the start of Sept., I've been having extreme chest pains... and the other day, the pain won't go away from afternoon till the next morning.. so i had my first ECG yesterday. It was kinda scary... especially i have no other family member here in the Phils.. my bestfriend took me to the hospital yesterday. But the result was normal. Yay! the doctor said it was a muscle, with some nerves, caused by stress, heavy lifting (?!?!) errr...overworked probably. I'm so relieved it wasn't my heart or lungs.... cuz my family have a history with that. Sooo... nyah! It still hurts, i have trouble breathing sometimes.. but the doctor already gave me pain relievers. I am ohhh sooo relieved though that it's nothing major. hehe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Wednesday&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;, Sep 17 2008&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I actually had my full day of rest yesterday.. well not exactly full day. but there was a power outage in the entire city from 8am to 6pm... so NO computers, NO technology, NO work for me. i was slowly dying of boredom in my apartment cuz i don't have anything to do, even my cellphone and laptop is dead. and regarding sleep, i can't even sleep properly cuz i have to sleep on my back.. which i'm not really used to. i like sleeping on my side.. but because of the d@mn pain in my chest, i can't do that. *le sigh*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;End of Update.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7911662068794249769-2566682736585165376?l=without-a-note.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://without-a-note.blogspot.com/feeds/2566682736585165376/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7911662068794249769&amp;postID=2566682736585165376&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7911662068794249769/posts/default/2566682736585165376'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7911662068794249769/posts/default/2566682736585165376'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://without-a-note.blogspot.com/2008/09/journal-entries.html' title='Journal Entries'/><author><name>Inkee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01776581461671010271</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XZHDT0QMZ94/SaOm41T8pNI/AAAAAAAAAG4/RqlHrqDajoE/S220/redge2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7911662068794249769.post-4400820015718171074</id><published>2008-09-08T12:54:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-08T12:54:29.287+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='poetry'/><title type='text'>To Go or Not To Go, Take 2!</title><content type='html'>Sleepless nights, even when you're here beside me.&lt;br /&gt;Can't stop thinking, what the future will bring.&lt;br /&gt;Even though I know, I just wanna be close to you.&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow brings a reality, that would tear us apart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It may not be forever,&lt;br /&gt;With a little pain, and a little bit of sacrifice.&lt;br /&gt;Don't you ever surrender.&lt;br /&gt;Never ever give us up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know it's selfish on my part,&lt;br /&gt;To keep you waiting, while I'm out there dreaming.&lt;br /&gt;Though it's not the first time,&lt;br /&gt;Still the pain remains.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Counting down the weeks, and the days.&lt;br /&gt;Still wish I could stop the time,&lt;br /&gt;Hold on to you, and forever make you mine.&lt;br /&gt;Cherish the moments in our own time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No, there will never be an end.&lt;br /&gt;And we won't ever be apart.&lt;br /&gt;Stay with me... just a little while.&lt;br /&gt;Wait for me, this is not goodbye.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~ o ~ o ~ o ~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;A QUICK REMINDER:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you want to use this piece--either in full or part--please let me know and give proper credit to the author. Better yet, link back to this blog.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7911662068794249769-4400820015718171074?l=without-a-note.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://without-a-note.blogspot.com/feeds/4400820015718171074/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7911662068794249769&amp;postID=4400820015718171074&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7911662068794249769/posts/default/4400820015718171074'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7911662068794249769/posts/default/4400820015718171074'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://without-a-note.blogspot.com/2008/09/to-go-or-not-to-go-take-2.html' title='To Go or Not To Go, Take 2!'/><author><name>Inkee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01776581461671010271</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XZHDT0QMZ94/SaOm41T8pNI/AAAAAAAAAG4/RqlHrqDajoE/S220/redge2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7911662068794249769.post-2736347394428597654</id><published>2008-08-21T15:41:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-21T16:10:52.510+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Birthday Celebration!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;August 16th, Saturday&lt;/span&gt; -- This is the first EVER birthday party in my entire lifetime. XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you to bestfriend who made it all possible.......  she planned everything...  bought the balloons, bought the cake, brought the guests, cooked the food, and ate it too. Hehehe!   Thank you, thank you sooo much!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Note: Wala naman kasi talagang pakain dapat, pa-inom lang. Nyahahah!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="width:320px; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;embed type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" src="http://w7.photobucket.com/pbwidget.swf?pbwurl=http://w7.photobucket.com/albums/y289/redge13/Aug16th/89db1b51.pbw" height="240" width="320"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sorry for the lack of updates, but after the party... I lost my internet connection. So since Sunday this week, I couldn't browse the internet... totally sucks especially for the business.. but oh well, things do happen. We're switching to a different provider now, hopefully they'll install the new line this week. So I can go back to blog hopping 24 hours a day 7 days a week! No disconnections!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7911662068794249769-2736347394428597654?l=without-a-note.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://without-a-note.blogspot.com/feeds/2736347394428597654/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7911662068794249769&amp;postID=2736347394428597654&amp;isPopup=true' title='12 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7911662068794249769/posts/default/2736347394428597654'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7911662068794249769/posts/default/2736347394428597654'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://without-a-note.blogspot.com/2008/08/birthday-celebration.html' title='The Birthday Celebration!'/><author><name>Inkee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01776581461671010271</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XZHDT0QMZ94/SaOm41T8pNI/AAAAAAAAAG4/RqlHrqDajoE/S220/redge2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>12</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7911662068794249769.post-819756732756974019</id><published>2008-08-14T20:59:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-14T17:44:11.245+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Ikalabing-tatlo ng Agosto</title><content type='html'>Ahhh! Another year in this world... I'm grateful that I'm still alive after 23 years!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i7.photobucket.com/albums/y289/redge13/smileys/bdaycake.gif" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   Thank you to everyone who sent their greetings!!! Chalamat chalamat po!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   Because it was Wednesday, and I can't get out of work until 7pm... I decided to just take my mama and bestfriend to Pizza Hut to celebrate.  While we were eating dinner, the song Happy Birthday suddenly blared through the restaurant. Out came some crew who are dancing and singing, while the manager was holding  a choco lava cake! Mwahaha!   Apparently, bestfriend tipped the staff that it's my birthday. It was really fun watching the crew in their made-up dance routine. hahahah!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="width: 320px; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;embed type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" src="http://w7.photobucket.com/pbwidget.swf?pbwurl=http://w7.photobucket.com/albums/y289/redge13/august%2013%202008/da9d283a.pbw" height="240" width="320"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   If you're reading this now, don't worry.. you didn't miss all the fun. You're all invited on Saturday afternoon - August 16th at Redge Computer for a little celebration... gifts not necessary, just bring your own baon. ^_^&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7911662068794249769-819756732756974019?l=without-a-note.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://without-a-note.blogspot.com/feeds/819756732756974019/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7911662068794249769&amp;postID=819756732756974019&amp;isPopup=true' title='11 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7911662068794249769/posts/default/819756732756974019'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7911662068794249769/posts/default/819756732756974019'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://without-a-note.blogspot.com/2008/08/countdown-begins.html' title='Ikalabing-tatlo ng Agosto'/><author><name>Inkee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01776581461671010271</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XZHDT0QMZ94/SaOm41T8pNI/AAAAAAAAAG4/RqlHrqDajoE/S220/redge2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i7.photobucket.com/albums/y289/redge13/smileys/th_bdaycake.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>11</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7911662068794249769.post-2815249133974618135</id><published>2008-08-02T14:51:00.009+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-02T15:40:45.107+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='avril lavigne'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='music'/><title type='text'>Avril: LIVE in Araneta!</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://i7.photobucket.com/albums/y289/redge13/avril_CONCERT.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;Would it be a bit too much if I asked for Php 10,500 as a birthday gift, errm.. I just want to attend Avril Lavigne's concert on Sept. 3 in Araneta Coliseum? No? Okay, hand the money over. Hehe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aaahhh!!! I really want to attend her concert. I've watched her before in San Jose, CA last October 2004. I even had to lie at work and pretend that I'm sick so I can go over at HP Pavilion. Me and my sis were in the mosh pit!!! We're sooooooooo close to the stage, we can almost pull Avril's hair. :p  I had a blast, and I want to do it again!!!! yeahhhhh!!! So anyone  here who wants to join me and/or willing to lend me some money? ^_^ Leave me a message. *winks*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;The concert is part of her "&lt;strong&gt;The Best Damn Concert Tour 2008"&lt;/strong&gt;.  Below are the songs listed for the said upcoming concert:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span id="more-132"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;Girlfriend&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I Can Do Better&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Complicated&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;My Happy Ending&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I’m With You&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I Always Get What I Want&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;When You’re Gone&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Innocence&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Give it Up&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Hot&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Losing My Grip&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Bad Reputation (video)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Everything Back But You&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Runaway&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Mickey&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;The Best Damn Thing&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I Don’t Have to Try&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;He Wasn’t&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Boyfriend (remix)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Sk8er Boi&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;And behold, the following are the seat locations and ticket prices:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;PATRON VIP (101,103 1ST 20 ROWS) (Reserved Seating) - PhP 10500&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;PATRON (Reserved Seating)  - PhP 6750&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;LOWER BOX (Reserved Seating) - PhP 5250&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;UPPER BOX A (Reserved Seating) - PhP 2850&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;UPPER BOX B (Free Seating) - PhP 1400&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;GENERAL ADMISSION (Free Seating) - PhP 600&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt; &lt;p&gt;Concert tickets are available via Ticketnet. For inquiries and reservations, call them at (02)911-5555 or you can &lt;a rel="nofollow" href="http://www.ticketnet.com.ph/2006/detail.php?eid=865&amp;amp;res=Y"&gt;reserve your ticket(s) online&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;I'm still saving money, but I'll see you there!!! Mwahahaha!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7911662068794249769-2815249133974618135?l=without-a-note.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://without-a-note.blogspot.com/feeds/2815249133974618135/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7911662068794249769&amp;postID=2815249133974618135&amp;isPopup=true' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7911662068794249769/posts/default/2815249133974618135'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7911662068794249769/posts/default/2815249133974618135'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://without-a-note.blogspot.com/2008/08/avril-live-in-araneta.html' title='Avril: LIVE in Araneta!'/><author><name>Inkee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01776581461671010271</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XZHDT0QMZ94/SaOm41T8pNI/AAAAAAAAAG4/RqlHrqDajoE/S220/redge2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7911662068794249769.post-9080067843950707450</id><published>2008-08-01T10:25:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-01T10:40:09.796+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='jokes'/><title type='text'>Mga Hinanakit</title><content type='html'>Lahat yata tayo ay mayroon kanya-kanyang mga hinanakit. Hinanakit sa pamilya, sa kaibigan, sa kabiyak, at sa kung ano ano pang bagay na tinatapon ng buhay satin. Ngunit, ni minsan ba ay naisip mo din ang saloobin ng iba? Pakinggan naman natin sila, at sa kaunting minuto na ilalaan mo ay mapaparating na rin nila ang kanilang mga dinaramdam.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Hala! sige magpakasasa ka! Alam ko namang katawan ko lang ang habol mo."&lt;br /&gt;- Hipon&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Bakit ba pati ako, binibigyan nyo ng malisya? Ano ba ang kasalanan ko?!"&lt;br /&gt;- Talong&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Hindi ko hinahangad na ipagmalaki mo na ako'y sa iyo. Ayoko lang naman na sa harap ng maraming tao, ganun mo na lang ako itanggi!"&lt;br /&gt;- Utot&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Panakip butas mo lang pala ako!"&lt;br /&gt;- Panty&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Hindi lahat ng malakas, super hero!"&lt;br /&gt;- Putok&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Paano tayo makakabuo kung hindi ako papatong sa iyo?"&lt;br /&gt;- Lego&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Halika, bigyan mo pa ako ng init. Kailangan kong pumutok para ako'y iyong matikman at ika'y masarapan. Ayan na! Puputok na! Humanda ka!"&lt;br /&gt;- Popcorn&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Kahit papaano, gusto ko din ng exposure!"&lt;br /&gt;- Singit&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Hindi lahat ng hinog ay matamis!"&lt;br /&gt;- Pigsa&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Kapag ang katawan mo'y nag-iinit, lagi na lang ako ang hinahanap mo. Maya't maya mo akong ginagamit at pinapagod. Hindi ka na naawa!"&lt;br /&gt;- Aircon&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Pagod na akong humawak ng balls mo! Pagod narin ako sa pagbihis-hubad mo sa akin. Malapit na naman ulit! Ayoko na!!!"&lt;br /&gt;- Christmas Tree.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"You never even thank me for making you happy, then you throw me away just like that. I hate you for using me, for making my life full of shit!"&lt;br /&gt;- Tissue&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Hindi llahat ng kulot, salot!"&lt;br /&gt;- Goldilocks&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Hindi lahat ng bubuyog, kulay itim!"&lt;br /&gt;- Jollibee&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Alam kong sa tingin mo, masaya ako! Pero bakit kayo ganyan?! Sa tuwing wala na kayong masabi, ako na lang ang ginagamit nyo! Pagod na pagod ako sa pagngiti!"&lt;br /&gt;- Smiley&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"You can cry all you want, you could always blame me. You said, it wasn't fair that you just want life to be better. But remember, it's all your fault! You stabbed me with a knife!"&lt;br /&gt;- Sibuyas&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Isubo mo ang kahabaan ko. Dilaan. Sipsipin. Paglaruan sa bibig mo. Para lumabas ang katas ko na kinasabikan mo."  &lt;br /&gt;- Ice Candy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Bakit ayaw nyo pa rin sa akin kahit sosyal at maganda ako? Dahil ba mas sweet ang iba?".&lt;br /&gt;- Fruitcake&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Pinapaikot mo lang ako! Nagsasawa na ako. Mabuti pang patayin mo na lang ako".&lt;br /&gt;- Electric fan&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Hindi lahat na walang salawal ay bastos!"&lt;br /&gt;- Winnie the Pooh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Alam mo ba wala akong ibang hinangad kundi ang mapalapit sa iyo? Bakit patuloy pa rin ang pag-iwas mo?"&lt;br /&gt;- Ipis&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Sawang-sawa na ako, palagi na lang akong pinagpapasa-pasahan, pagod na pagod na ako."&lt;br /&gt;- Bola&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Ginawa ko naman lahat para sumaya ka, mahirap ka ba talagang makontento sa isa? Bakit palipat-lipat ka?&lt;br /&gt;- TV&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Hindi lahat ng maasim may vitamin C"&lt;br /&gt;-kili kili&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Pilitin mo man na alisin ako sa buhay mo, babalik at babalik ako!&lt;br /&gt;- Libag&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Anung kasalanan ko sa iyo, iniwan mo na lang akong duguan..."&lt;br /&gt;- Sanitary Napkin&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Huwag mo na akong bilugin.."&lt;br /&gt;- Kulangot&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Bwisit na buhay ito! Araw-araw na lang, itlog! Umaga, tanghali, gabi, itlog! Itlog! Itlog! Lagi na lang itlog!"&lt;br /&gt;-Brief&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Sige, kalimutan mo ako para malaman ng iba ang baho mo!&lt;br /&gt;- Deodorant&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Ako lang ang makakapagpadugo ng ilong ni Manny Pacquiao!"&lt;br /&gt;- English&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Ayoko na! Pag nagmamahal ako, lagi na lang maraming tao ang nagagalit! Wala ba akong karapatang magmahal?!"&lt;br /&gt;-Gasolina&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7911662068794249769-9080067843950707450?l=without-a-note.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://without-a-note.blogspot.com/feeds/9080067843950707450/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7911662068794249769&amp;postID=9080067843950707450&amp;isPopup=true' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7911662068794249769/posts/default/9080067843950707450'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7911662068794249769/posts/default/9080067843950707450'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://without-a-note.blogspot.com/2008/08/mga-hinanakit.html' title='Mga Hinanakit'/><author><name>Inkee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01776581461671010271</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XZHDT0QMZ94/SaOm41T8pNI/AAAAAAAAAG4/RqlHrqDajoE/S220/redge2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7911662068794249769.post-2126718841822184396</id><published>2008-07-29T14:04:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-29T14:31:40.514+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='jokes'/><title type='text'>Gender Jokes</title><content type='html'>It's Battle of the Sexes! After reading Dylan's post on  &lt;a href="http://picturesnmore.blogspot.com/2008/07/lets-put-lil-humor-in-life.html"&gt;jokes about women&lt;/a&gt;, I was inspired to find gender jokes to get back at the male species. Yeahh!!! Anyway, found these from the internet, and it's all for fun. I'm not sexist, it's just for a good laugh.. and I hope nobody gets offended.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is for all the ladies out there!!!!!!!!!! Go Girrrrl Power!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~ o ~ o ~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q: Why is it difficult to find men who are sensitive, caring and good looking?&lt;br /&gt;A: They all already have boyfriends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q: What do you call a woman who knows where her husband is every night?&lt;br /&gt;A: A widow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q: Why did the man cross the road?&lt;br /&gt;A: He heard the chicken was a slut.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q: Why are married women heavier than single Women?&lt;br /&gt;A: Single women come home, see what’s in the fridge and go to bed. Married women come home, see what’s in bed and go to the fridge.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~ o ~ o ~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The bride, upon her engagement, went to her mother and said, "I've found a man just like father!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Her mother replied, "So what do you want from me, sympathy?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~ o ~ o ~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Truths About Men&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Don't imagine you can change a man - unless he's in diapers.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;What do you do if your boyfriend walks-out? You shut the door.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;If they put a man on the moon - they should be able to put them all up there.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Go for younger men. You might as well - they never mature anyway.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Men are all the same - they just have different faces, so that you can tell them apart.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Women don't make fools of men - most of them are the do-it-yourself types.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Best way to get a man to do something, is to suggest he is too old for it.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Love is blind, but marriage is a real eye-opener.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;If you want a committed man, look in a mental hospital.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Sadly, all men are created equal.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;If you think the way to a man's heart is through his stomach you're aiming too high.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Whenever you meet a man who would make a good husband, you will usually find that he is.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Scientists have just discovered something that can do the work of five men - a woman.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Husbands are like children - they're fine if they're someone else's.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~ o ~ o ~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Female Comebacks&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Man: Haven't I seen you someplace before?&lt;br /&gt;Woman: Yes, that's why I don't go there anymore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Man: Is this seat empty?&lt;br /&gt;Woman: Yes, and this one will be if you sit down.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Man: Your place or mine?&lt;br /&gt;Woman: Both. You go to yours, and I'll go to mine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Man: So, what do you do for a living?&lt;br /&gt;Woman: I'm a female impersonator.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Man: Hey baby, what's your sign?&lt;br /&gt;Woman: Do not enter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Man: How do you like your eggs in the morning?&lt;br /&gt;Woman: Unfertilized.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Man: Your body is like a temple.&lt;br /&gt;Woman: Sorry, there are no services today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Man: I would go to the end of the world for you.&lt;br /&gt;Woman: But would you stay there?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Man: If I could see you naked, I'd die happy.&lt;br /&gt;Woman: If I saw you naked, I'd probably die laughing.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7911662068794249769-2126718841822184396?l=without-a-note.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://without-a-note.blogspot.com/feeds/2126718841822184396/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7911662068794249769&amp;postID=2126718841822184396&amp;isPopup=true' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7911662068794249769/posts/default/2126718841822184396'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7911662068794249769/posts/default/2126718841822184396'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://without-a-note.blogspot.com/2008/07/gender-jokes.html' title='Gender Jokes'/><author><name>Inkee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01776581461671010271</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XZHDT0QMZ94/SaOm41T8pNI/AAAAAAAAAG4/RqlHrqDajoE/S220/redge2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7911662068794249769.post-7433012142875960901</id><published>2008-07-24T15:08:00.020+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-24T17:10:18.832+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='poetry'/><title type='text'>Whatta Friend</title><content type='html'>I'm only your friend,&lt;br /&gt;When you need some help.&lt;br /&gt;For you I only exist,&lt;br /&gt;When there's a necessity you can't miss&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess I should've seen it coming,&lt;br /&gt;It was written in the frickin' signs.&lt;br /&gt;But I have told myself, you're not one of them,&lt;br /&gt;I made myself believe, you're worth it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Never thought it would come to this,&lt;br /&gt;When your true color is finally shining through.&lt;br /&gt;And no there's no beauty, none at all,&lt;br /&gt;Shame on me, for getting it all wrong.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gone were the times we'd laugh out on the hallways,&lt;br /&gt;The little chit-chats and serious debates.&lt;br /&gt;How I wish I would look back and be happy,&lt;br /&gt;But when I do now, I realized the insanity.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In one instance of separation,&lt;br /&gt;It's sad how we've became strangers.&lt;br /&gt;In their new lovely lives, I simply would not fit in.&lt;br /&gt;So they're cutting me off, to lighten up the burden.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here in my little bubble, I thought I have my friends,&lt;br /&gt;I would do anything to protect and be with them.&lt;br /&gt;Oh, how I'd love to see their smiles,&lt;br /&gt;Sadly they never felt the need to reciprocate.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now I'm wondering, did they truly care about me?&lt;br /&gt;Or was I just another character, to help their self-gain?&lt;br /&gt;What did I ever see or was I that desperate to make friends?&lt;br /&gt;How did I became so stupid, to trust them and hurt myself again?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 204);"&gt;This poem is wholeheartedly dedicated to a couple of people that I used to call my 'friends.'  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~ o ~ o ~ o ~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;A QUICK REMINDER:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you want to use this piece--either in full or part--please let me know and give proper credit to the author. Better yet, link back to this blog.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7911662068794249769-7433012142875960901?l=without-a-note.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://without-a-note.blogspot.com/feeds/7433012142875960901/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7911662068794249769&amp;postID=7433012142875960901&amp;isPopup=true' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7911662068794249769/posts/default/7433012142875960901'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7911662068794249769/posts/default/7433012142875960901'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://without-a-note.blogspot.com/2008/07/whatta-friend.html' title='Whatta Friend'/><author><name>Inkee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01776581461671010271</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XZHDT0QMZ94/SaOm41T8pNI/AAAAAAAAAG4/RqlHrqDajoE/S220/redge2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7911662068794249769.post-7271587958935079439</id><published>2008-07-22T14:48:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-22T15:05:52.136+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='games'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='tag'/><title type='text'>World Class Profession Tag</title><content type='html'>Got tagged by &lt;a href="http://nona.akoni.info/"&gt;Ate Nona&lt;/a&gt;.  &lt;p&gt;INSTRUCTIONS&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;1. Copy and paste everything to a new post and Add your name next to your profession (or profession-to-be for undergrads) in the list. Make sure your name is linked to your blog/webbie.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Tip: For easier capture of links, paste into your blog using the “Visual” (for WP) and Compose (for Blogger) modes (not Edit HMTL or HTML).&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;2. If your profession is not in the list then simply add it to the correct alphabetical place. For example, if you want to add PLUMBER then it should be placed in between ONCOLOGIST and QUEEN.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;3. Tag as many people as you can and witness how your technorati will explode!&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;4. Don’t forget to link back.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;THE WORLD CLASS PROFESSIONS&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Architect - &lt;a href="http://nona.akoni.info/"&gt;Nona&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Blogger -&lt;br /&gt;Doctor -&lt;br /&gt;Entrepreneur - &lt;a href="http://without-a-note.blogspot.com/"&gt;Inkee&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nurse - &lt;a href="http://mckhoii.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(97, 11, 11);"&gt;Mckhoii&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;,&lt;br /&gt;Stay-at-Home-Mom - &lt;a href="http://www.mdanganan.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(97, 11, 11);"&gt;Mai&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://alphadf.11penguin.net/"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(97, 11, 11);"&gt;Alpha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://yennygirl.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(97, 11, 11);"&gt;Yen&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Teacher -&lt;br /&gt;University Employee - &lt;a href="http://alifeinbloom.blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(97, 11, 11);"&gt;Suzanne&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;I’m passing this tag to&lt;span style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;bestfriend &lt;a href="http://www.lheeanne.com/greys/"&gt;Tekla&lt;/a&gt;, and new online friends &lt;a href="http://picturesnmore.blogspot.com/"&gt;Dylan&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://nahj12.blogspot.com/"&gt;Hannah&lt;/a&gt; and &lt;a href="http://soloden.blogspot.com/"&gt;Julius&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7911662068794249769-7271587958935079439?l=without-a-note.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://without-a-note.blogspot.com/feeds/7271587958935079439/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7911662068794249769&amp;postID=7271587958935079439&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7911662068794249769/posts/default/7271587958935079439'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7911662068794249769/posts/default/7271587958935079439'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://without-a-note.blogspot.com/2008/07/world-class-profession-tag.html' title='World Class Profession Tag'/><author><name>Inkee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01776581461671010271</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XZHDT0QMZ94/SaOm41T8pNI/AAAAAAAAAG4/RqlHrqDajoE/S220/redge2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7911662068794249769.post-6312687692767742348</id><published>2008-07-21T15:37:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-24T17:01:14.182+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Emo'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='poetry'/><title type='text'>Salamat Sayo</title><content type='html'>Pinilit umisip ng katagang para sayo,&lt;br /&gt;Handog sana sa ating anibersaryo.&lt;br /&gt;Ilang oras na ang lumipas,&lt;br /&gt;Wala pa rin titik na nararapat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Binabalikan ang ating nakaraan,&lt;br /&gt;Tagaktak ng pawis ay pinunasan,&lt;br /&gt;Init ng araw at di inalintala,&lt;br /&gt;Mayari lang itong aking pasasalamat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Di man kita nakakausap ng harapan,&lt;br /&gt;Sa mga kwentuhan tila ba ika'y matalik na kaibigan.&lt;br /&gt;Iyon ay ang unang linggo,&lt;br /&gt;Nang makuha ko ang numero mo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pagkatapos ng dalawang buwan,&lt;br /&gt;Ikaw na ang aking iyakan.&lt;br /&gt;Mga sikretong itinatago,&lt;br /&gt;Di inakalang sayo maibubuhos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Isang taon nakalipas,&lt;br /&gt;Isang milyong away ang naranasan,&lt;br /&gt;Ngunit andyan ka pa rin,&lt;br /&gt;Ni minsan ay 'di ako iniwanan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dal'wa, tatlo, hanggang sa ika-apat,&lt;br /&gt;Malayo man, pagkakaibiga'y di kinalimutan.&lt;br /&gt;Andyan ang mga drama at asaran,&lt;br /&gt;Teknolohiya ang saksi sa ating pikunan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mag-away man isang saglit,&lt;br /&gt;Maya't maya naman ay magbabati.&lt;br /&gt;Mga pagkakaiba ay pilit nilampasan,&lt;br /&gt;Tingnan mo nga naman, naka-limang taon na tayo kaibigan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's a little video I made, for all the fun times we've shared. Thank you very much bestfriend!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/0_hwwgb1XmY&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/0_hwwgb1XmY&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~ o ~ o ~ o ~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;A QUICK REMINDER:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you want to use this piece--either in full or part--please let me know and give proper credit to the author. Better yet, link back to this blog.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7911662068794249769-6312687692767742348?l=without-a-note.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://without-a-note.blogspot.com/feeds/6312687692767742348/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7911662068794249769&amp;postID=6312687692767742348&amp;isPopup=true' title='13 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7911662068794249769/posts/default/6312687692767742348'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7911662068794249769/posts/default/6312687692767742348'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://without-a-note.blogspot.com/2008/07/salamat-sayo.html' title='Salamat Sayo'/><author><name>Inkee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01776581461671010271</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XZHDT0QMZ94/SaOm41T8pNI/AAAAAAAAAG4/RqlHrqDajoE/S220/redge2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>13</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7911662068794249769.post-321620699444681821</id><published>2008-07-14T08:41:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-14T08:44:25.765+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='All In The Mind'/><title type='text'>Restless</title><content type='html'>I always had dreams where I (think) am aware that I’m dreaming. But the frightening part is I am also aware that I can’t wake up from my nightmares. Someone is hurting me. Shadows choking me, another one pulling my hair … then at one time, the shadow have thrown me toward the wall. And it hurts, I couldn’t breathe at times. I was crying for help, I know I’m yelling but nobody could hear me. If someone could only wake me up, then I know that these nightmares would stop. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My brother finally comes to my rescue, he wakes me up… and I hugged him tight. Tears are in my eyes, as he comforts me and says that everything is okay. But it’s not right, I never hug my brother. That’s when I noticed the shadows lurking in the corner. Suddenly, they’re attacking him. I tried to pull him away from them, but I lost. I was shoved back, and landed with a thud on the floor. Luckily for me, my bedroom is carpeted. I looked around and everything is quiet. The red LED lights on my table say its only 3am. I sighed, finally… I’m really awake.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The next morning, I asked my sister if she heard me yelling. She said no, I asked if I’m at least murmuring… she answered that I am very quiet when I sleep. Hearing her words scared me even more. There are nights when I’d rather not sleep, scared that I might not wake up tomorrow. What if the shadows attacked again? And even when I think I’m already yelling, in reality I’m only screaming inside my head. How are they supposed to know that something is wrong? How can they help me?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I told my family and friends about it, they think it’s only stress. So I tried to take naps on afternoons, hoping it would help. But the shadows visited me even then.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I see shadows hovering over me, again. It’s the 3rd time this week. I told them to stop, as I tried to hide underneath my blanket… but someone is already tugging on my feet, dragging me out of bed. Followed by the second shadow, and it’s pulling my arms out up north; the pain that shoots out from my joints causes me to let out a scream. This is just a dream, I remind myself, they are not really hurting me. They can’t hurt me. So I tried to wake myself up by screaming my sister’s name, when suddenly I remembered that I’m alone at home tonight. And nobody is there to wake me up. I start to panic. Stories from my youth flashes before me, people DIE from this kind of nightmares, and I am next. I can’t even save myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BEEEEP! BEEEEP! My eyes automatically open and my arm reaches out to hit snooze. Thank goodness for alarm clocks.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7911662068794249769-321620699444681821?l=without-a-note.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://without-a-note.blogspot.com/feeds/321620699444681821/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7911662068794249769&amp;postID=321620699444681821&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7911662068794249769/posts/default/321620699444681821'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7911662068794249769/posts/default/321620699444681821'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://without-a-note.blogspot.com/2008/07/restless.html' title='Restless'/><author><name>Inkee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01776581461671010271</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XZHDT0QMZ94/SaOm41T8pNI/AAAAAAAAAG4/RqlHrqDajoE/S220/redge2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7911662068794249769.post-907088391970796324</id><published>2008-07-10T18:09:00.009+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-10T18:47:35.050+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='work'/><title type='text'>Happy Happy  Birthday REDGE!!!</title><content type='html'>Today is the first year of Redge Computer Solutions!!! Woohoo!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.commentcastle.com/glitters/happy-birthday/images/happybirthday-56.gif" alt="Happy Birthday Orkut Comments" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the very first day we opened, our income went to a whooping...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;18 pesos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hehe. I know! thankfully, it didn't stay that way for long. I can confidently say that this is one of the best things that ever happened to me... and also for my future.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our official website is finally up. Visit &lt;a href="http://redgecomputersolutions.googlepages.com/index.html"&gt;Redge Computer Online&lt;/a&gt;! Check out our computer services... at a very affordable rate!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7911662068794249769-907088391970796324?l=without-a-note.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://without-a-note.blogspot.com/feeds/907088391970796324/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7911662068794249769&amp;postID=907088391970796324&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7911662068794249769/posts/default/907088391970796324'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7911662068794249769/posts/default/907088391970796324'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://without-a-note.blogspot.com/2008/07/happy-happy-birthday-redge.html' title='Happy Happy  Birthday REDGE!!!'/><author><name>Inkee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01776581461671010271</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XZHDT0QMZ94/SaOm41T8pNI/AAAAAAAAAG4/RqlHrqDajoE/S220/redge2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7911662068794249769.post-6745843027963638653</id><published>2008-07-09T11:07:00.011+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-09T11:54:58.608+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='dance'/><title type='text'>What Happens In Vegas...</title><content type='html'>July 29 to August 3, 2008 ~ Hip Hop Dancers Around the World Unite!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Found these posters today, and if I could just go there for &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;ONE DAY &lt;/span&gt;- on &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;August 3&lt;/span&gt; and attend the following events...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_XZHDT0QMZ94/SHQr9qwBPWI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/tywpZZQL3Jw/s1600-h/van_urban.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_XZHDT0QMZ94/SHQr9qwBPWI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/tywpZZQL3Jw/s400/van_urban.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5220846206476959074" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_XZHDT0QMZ94/SHQsNqSaIUI/AAAAAAAAAEY/OBt1tNaesZE/s1600-h/WORLDHHCHAMPv4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_XZHDT0QMZ94/SHQsNqSaIUI/AAAAAAAAAEY/OBt1tNaesZE/s400/WORLDHHCHAMPv4.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5220846481230668098" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;But I can't............. ahhhhhh!!!  :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Would someone be kind enough to sponsor my plane ticket? hehe.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you're interested, you can visit their website at: http://www.hiphopinternational.com/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The week-long event includes USA HipHop Dance Championship (juniors, varsity and adult divisions), World HipHop Dance Championship (all divisions), World Dance (popping and locking, bboy crew battles) , workshops, etc.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For the meantime, I'll just sit here and watch their videos on YouTube.&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/7911662068794249769-6745843027963638653?l=without-a-note.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://without-a-note.blogspot.com/feeds/6745843027963638653/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7911662068794249769&amp;postID=6745843027963638653&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7911662068794249769/posts/default/6745843027963638653'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7911662068794249769/posts/default/6745843027963638653'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://without-a-note.blogspot.com/2008/07/what-happens-in-vegas.html' title='What Happens In Vegas...'/><author><name>Inkee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01776581461671010271</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XZHDT0QMZ94/SaOm41T8pNI/AAAAAAAAAG4/RqlHrqDajoE/S220/redge2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_XZHDT0QMZ94/SHQr9qwBPWI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/tywpZZQL3Jw/s72-c/van_urban.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7911662068794249769.post-8642703031063661471</id><published>2008-07-03T12:17:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-03T12:17:15.928+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='work'/><title type='text'>One Year Older...</title><content type='html'>Last year, I had the most spontaneous idea to put my college education on sabbatical, in order to fulfill another dream of mine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I texted my bestfriend and told her, "Let's do it." And we did, by the next day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nobody else knew, the papers were already being processed. I was out of the house almost everyday. I broke the news to my mama via text message. I was a coward, yes. I can't remember her exact message but it was somewhere between trying to be supportive but at the same time, she's doubtful of my choice. She wants me to finish my degree.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Umm.. I sort of didn't listen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For almost a year now, I've been sitting in this same chair from 8am-7pm from Monday-Saturday...  and 10am-4pm every Sunday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you've finally caught on, yes, Redge Computer is celebrating its 1st year anniversary this coming July 10th. Wooohooooo! I can't even believe its already been a year. In my mind, we just opened up yesterday. I love my job, there are times it gets stressful. But as long as you enjoy what you're doing, you'd barely think of it as work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With this post, I would like to give a BIG THANK YOU! to my bestfriend ~  the only person who answered my text message with "when?' instead of asking "why?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is for all those who believed in me....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For all the new friends I've made........ and those who 'STILL'  stick with me through the years....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To the Almighty God above, who showed me everyday that NOTHING is impossible.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;MARAMING SALAMAT PO!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"Dream big... then dream some more."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7911662068794249769-8642703031063661471?l=without-a-note.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://without-a-note.blogspot.com/feeds/8642703031063661471/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7911662068794249769&amp;postID=8642703031063661471&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7911662068794249769/posts/default/8642703031063661471'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7911662068794249769/posts/default/8642703031063661471'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://without-a-note.blogspot.com/2008/07/one-year-older.html' title='One Year Older...'/><author><name>Inkee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01776581461671010271</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XZHDT0QMZ94/SaOm41T8pNI/AAAAAAAAAG4/RqlHrqDajoE/S220/redge2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7911662068794249769.post-5696752441961592275</id><published>2008-06-14T12:31:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-14T15:19:55.932+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='travel'/><title type='text'>NYC Tour: Part 2</title><content type='html'>June 6 - Visit to the Central Park!!! Where I met up with a couple of online friends. Then we visited the little but expensive stuff toys at FAO Schwarz. After eating lunch, we went down to Battery Park to catch the Staten Island Ferry. It's a FREE cruise towards the Staten Island, which takes less than 30 minutes. It gives you a view of the Statue of Liberty and Ellis Island too, then the NYC skyline on the way back. There was a lot of walking, so my feet hurts.. I was wearing my girly shoes so its not really comfortable for walking. After the ride, we went back uptown to find the Trump Tower and the Jumeirah Essex House, which was a task one of my sister told us to do. After a lot more walking, we found the Trump Tower but not the Jumeirah one. Mission: Failed. Bummer  :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So then we went downtown, somewhere in East Village, to find the famous Cannolis. Another task from a different sister. After getting lost and walking 10 streets and 5 avenues, then realizing we had to go the other way.... we finally found Veniero's -- the place popular for cakes and pastry. We bought the chocolate pieces and walked back 10 streets towards the nearest subway. My poor feet is still healing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;June 7 -- By 4am, we were at my sister's car driving towards Washington DC. After leaving all our bags at her place, we headed towards Virginia to grab some breakfast. Unfortunately most of the restaurants were still closed at 10 on a Saturday morning. So we went to Panera's for our caffeine fix and sandwich. We then went back to DC to visit Washington Monument. But it was really hot that day... probably around 90 degrees Fahrenheit so we decided to go back home and sleep. hehe! We went out again later that night to have photo-ops with the Capitol and etc.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;June 8 -- 6am, I was ready to leave (alone) to go back to New York... took the Greyhoundz bus from DC to NYC which took about 4 hours. Arrived at Penn Station by 10, tried to kill time by surfing the internet at the nearest Starbucks. Got bored, so I shopped around for some souvenirs. By 1:30pm, I was at Grand Central Station catching another train towards Rye to a friend's house, the ride was about 50 minutes. We toured their neighborhood... then by 5:15pm, we were ready to go back to the city. We were planning on dining in at Hard Rock Cafe,  but we weren't able to since we're running late for our Broadway show at 7pm. Fortunately we didn't get lost looking for the theater. We're seated minutes before the show started. Les Miz and Miss Saigon wasn't on, so we watched Grease -- which was really funny plus I know the lyrics to all their songs. :p After the show, I have to go back to my train station. But it was raining, and I couldn't get a cab... so ummm.. yea, the walking around NYC in the rain was kinda an unforgettable experience. I was drenched, but after my 2 hours commute back to New Jersey... my jacket and pants have dried up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;June 9 - my flight back home... Goodbye New Jersey... Goodbye New York...  I'm definitely coming back! :p I haven't seen the naked Cowboy yet. lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Until the next adventure!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="width:320px; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;embed type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" src="http://w7.photobucket.com/pbwidget.swf?pbwurl=http://w7.photobucket.com/albums/y289/redge13/EastSideTour/2c20835b.pbw" height="240" width="320"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7911662068794249769-5696752441961592275?l=without-a-note.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://without-a-note.blogspot.com/feeds/5696752441961592275/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7911662068794249769&amp;postID=5696752441961592275&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7911662068794249769/posts/default/5696752441961592275'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7911662068794249769/posts/default/5696752441961592275'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://without-a-note.blogspot.com/2008/06/nyc-tour-part-2.html' title='NYC Tour: Part 2'/><author><name>Inkee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01776581461671010271</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XZHDT0QMZ94/SaOm41T8pNI/AAAAAAAAAG4/RqlHrqDajoE/S220/redge2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7911662068794249769.post-2972168833867104038</id><published>2008-06-14T11:40:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-14T15:08:18.390+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='travel'/><title type='text'>NYC Tour: Part 1</title><content type='html'>The original plan was tour New York City for a week, but the itineraries changed and I got to tour different states of the east side. Moowahahaha! So here's the tour overview:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;June 3 - First day! While looking for a decent place to stay that is within my budget, staying in a hotel room in New Jersey is the smartest choice. It would take approximately 2 hours to travel to NYC, so we had to leave early for our double decker bus tour. For our commute: first we have to take the hotel shuttle to the airport... then ride an AirTrain that would take us to the bus stop. Take the bus towards Newark Penn Station.. Take a PATH train towards Journal Square.. transfer to another train towards 33rd St., and voila! you're in New York City! This is quite tiresome, but it's fun. You get to experience what the regulars do from day to day. This is also our first time to take a subway!!! woot! at first, it seems daunting.. what if i get lost and all that stuff, but then I realized as long as I have my NYC subway map, I'll be fine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So... getting off from Times Square exit, and as soon as I opened the door... the view was just.. WOW! it was so surreal! We were in Broadway street.. and the bright lights displayed early in the morning?!?!?! It's a total "pinch-me-i-must-be-dreaming" moment. Hey, can't blame me. I've been dreaming of that place since I was 12. that was a year ago, lol. kidding!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We took the Downtown Tour: that includes going around Times Square, Macy's, Madison Square Garden, Empire State Building, Noho/Soho, Wall Street, World Trade Center Site, South Seaport, China Town, Theater District, and others. Then another double-decker bus toured us around Brooklyn... and had a close-up view of, well...what else--the Brooklyn Bridge!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Later in the afternoon we took a 75-minute cruise that takes us around Statue of Liberty, the Ellis Island, and a view of the New York City Skyline.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;June 4 - Second part of our double decker tour, It was raining but the tour must go on. We had the Uptown Tour - visiting Harlem, Central Park, Dakota (where John Lennon was shot), Apollo Theater, Columbia University, NYC museums, etc. I was really excited to see Guggenheim, but was extremely disappointed when I saw that it's under renovation. There was scaffolding surrounding the building... pffttt. We hopped off the bus to visit the Museum of the City of New York. After that, we headed back downtown to visit the New York City Public Library before taking the Night Tour of NYC. It was still raining.. so we had to wear ponchos during the tour.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After the tour, at around 8:45pm we went up to the 86th floor of the Empire State Building Observatory. Good thing there wasn't that much people. After taking some photos of  New York's skyline at night, we hurriedly went back to NJ. It was really late, we arrived in our hotel at almost 12am.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;June 5 - We stayed in bed a little later, it was okay since our Movie and TV Location Tour wouldn't start until 11am. The tour was took about 3.5 hours...and we visited a lot of tv/film locations in NYC including Friends, Ugly Betty, The Apprentice, Devil Wears Prada, Spiderman, the McDonalds where SuperSize Me was shot, Ghostbusters, Coyote Ugly, In Good Company, Sleepers, 13 Going on 30, and a lot more shows I'm not even familiar with, but still worth knowing. I also a learned a thing about movie stalking. but it's a secret.. so don't ask. Shhh!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We also had a food-stop at Rice to Riches... and they have oh-so-heavenly rice pudding... otherwise known to us as... Champorado! Me and my sister being chocolate addicts, we tried the Rocky Road flavor.. and it was the best ever rice pudding EVER!!! lol. they have a lot of other flavors too like mango, tiramisu, cookies and cream, coconut, pistachios, etc.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After the tour, we went uptown to visit Columbia University... took some pictures and then realized we really need to pee, and for the lack of restrooms, we have to go downtown again to find one. lol. If you're planning on touring NYC, remember this! There's restroom in the Grand Central Terminal. Or if you happen to be nearby the Manhattan Mall, there's one available there too, otherwise good luck on finding the nearest Barnes &amp;amp; Noble cuz really they're the only ones who offer public restrooms in New York City. So... taking the subway, we're back to the downtown area where we continued our self-guided tour of the WTC site, Battery Park, took a picture with the Charging Bull, etc.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="width:320px; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;embed type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" src="http://w7.photobucket.com/pbwidget.swf?pbwurl=http://w7.photobucket.com/albums/y289/redge13/EastSideTour/eb4f748b.pbw" height="240" width="320"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7911662068794249769-2972168833867104038?l=without-a-note.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://without-a-note.blogspot.com/feeds/2972168833867104038/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7911662068794249769&amp;postID=2972168833867104038&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7911662068794249769/posts/default/2972168833867104038'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7911662068794249769/posts/default/2972168833867104038'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://without-a-note.blogspot.com/2008/06/nyc-tour-part-1.html' title='NYC Tour: Part 1'/><author><name>Inkee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01776581461671010271</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XZHDT0QMZ94/SaOm41T8pNI/AAAAAAAAAG4/RqlHrqDajoE/S220/redge2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7911662068794249769.post-5336930528865828542</id><published>2008-05-30T10:44:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-30T11:01:32.700+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='travel'/><title type='text'>The Detailed Dubai Tour</title><content type='html'>So some people &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;*cough*tekla*cough*&lt;/span&gt; have been bugging me why I'm not uploading my Dubai pictures. I thought it wouldn't be necessary cuz I already made an entry (last 22nd)... but she mentioned that I could turn this blog into a 'travel blog'... and early this morning while searching for itineraries to NYC... I found interesting travel blogs and I was somehow persuaded to do the same. So, here I am... rewriting and uploading my Dubai Adventure.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let's go back to the beginning...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As planned, my sister May who's working in Dubai gave us (Mama, Me and younger sis Ola) a ticket to visit her. It's like her graduation gift to Ola, since she just graduated from college and also since May's birthday is coming up, she wants us to be there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;May 12th: &lt;/span&gt;We left Batangas early, around 6am.... Our flight isn't until 2:30pm... but we've decided we're gonna commute/ride the bus/drag our luggages around so we better be early. Compared to hiring a van which would cost about Php3000, we spend a little less than 900 for the three of us. That includes tricycle, bus (we rented 1 seat for our 3 luggages), bottled water and taxi (to airport)... we're on a BUDGET TRAVEL... ha! We had a stop-over at Bangkok Airport... then transferred to the next Thai Airways Airbus heading for Dubai.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We arrived in Dubai International Airport at 10pm, coming from an air-conditioned airport, we were welcomed with 40 degree weather outside. I seriously thought there was a heater on, or we were just near a generator or some machine generating heat. As soon as May arrived to pick us up, we were asking for "WATER!!!!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We arrived at Gardens Apartments... and what do you usually do when you see a big comfy bed? Yep, you jump on it!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;May 13th: &lt;/span&gt;Woke up early, I guess all of us were too excited. Had photo-shoots at the apartment. After debating over different plans, we decided to hit Wild Wadi to beat the heat! Swimming, Wild Rides, More Photo-shoots! Foods!!!! Icecream!!! Milkshakes! .... it was so much fun. After rinsing off, we left at around 3:30pm, so we can change outfit for our next destination...Bab Al Shams Desert Resort and Spa. Hired a taxi which took about an hour and 106Dhms to get there. We toured Bab Al Shams, then had dinner at Al Hadheerah. It's an open-air restaurant and you have bellydancers, the rotating dancer and some Lebanese performers while you're dining in. My mama had so much fun when the dancers pulled her up the stage and she danced with them! We were laughing out with embarrassment. Then after dinner, we went out back where there were camels and we were able to ride one for FREE!!! wooooo!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;May 14:&lt;/span&gt; I woke up late and sick, I think it's because I had too much icecream and dessert. tsk tsk... I stayed in bed all day. Which was working out fine since May is also at work. We don't have a tour guide. Heh! She had to attend an event for work, they're awarding exceptional employees (including my sister) at Burj Al Arab. She's only allowed one guest, so she brought Mama with her. Ola and I were left at the apartment to sleep, internet, watch videos, and sleep some more. Oh yeah, that's me doing the most sleep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They brought me medicine and I slept some more. Hahaha! Later in the evening, I was feeling better so we strolled in Battuta Mall.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;May 15:&lt;/span&gt; It's May's Birthday!!! But she was once again at work... later when she arrived, we went to Battuta Mall for some grocery. The temperature was bearable so we walked from the apartment to the mall. We couldn't resist and got side-tracked when we saw Mcdonald's....  we have to order! ^_^ We got home and there were already guests there... and then the party started.. more guests.. more pictures... more foods.. more guests... and some more pictures!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;May 16: &lt;/span&gt;Woke up late, then we had brunch and tour of Jumeirah Emirates Tower. Food was amazing, that didn't stop me from eating 3 flavors of icrecream again! lol. and I ate more dessert than the main course. teehee!!! by 4:30pm, we were ready to leave the hotel for some Arabian Adventure! Desert Safari with the stomach-churning dune driving, more camel-viewing, more photo-shots, and then another bellydancing. We had some henna tattoo done... and then dinner was served under the starry sky.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;May 17: &lt;/span&gt;Went to Dubai Museum, learned some of Dubai's history; then strolled around Festival City; went gold-shopping at Gold Souk (I didn't buy one, my mom did. She basically wants to live there...); then on our way home we rode the regular bus... which was quite a tour for such a cheap price. This bus would stop at basically EACH and EVERY stop. And as my sister said, it's a 'scented tour' compare to the very expensive taxi that doesn't offer that smelly experience.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;May 18: Did some shopping at Emirates Mall, bought gifts and "pasalubong" for siblings and etc.; Finally we went to Madinat Souk, then went to a bar...and had some drinks and some shisha.... I just tried it once... I think the apple powder got to my lungs soooo.... I started coughing and never tried it again. Instead I enjoyed my martini. Heh!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;May 19: Did the laundry, did some packing... and we were ready to leave... but not before hitting Dubai Duty Free, and buying lots of dates and Patchi chocolates! Yum.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;May 20:  Finally back home!!! We arrived in the city around 5pm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's the slideshow of our activities.... (it might take a while for the video to load)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" src="http://s7.photobucket.com/flash/remix/player.swf?videoURL=http://vid7.photobucket.com/albums/y289/redge13/dubai/d13e6380.pbr&amp;amp;hostname=stream7.photobucket.com" height="361" width="448"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Until the next adventure!!! Ooohhh... I'm going to New York City this coming Monday!!!! Wooooooohooo!!! Who's excited? I'm excited! Nyahahaha!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7911662068794249769-5336930528865828542?l=without-a-note.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://without-a-note.blogspot.com/feeds/5336930528865828542/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7911662068794249769&amp;postID=5336930528865828542&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7911662068794249769/posts/default/5336930528865828542'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7911662068794249769/posts/default/5336930528865828542'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://without-a-note.blogspot.com/2008/05/detailed-dubai-tour.html' title='The Detailed Dubai Tour'/><author><name>Inkee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01776581461671010271</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XZHDT0QMZ94/SaOm41T8pNI/AAAAAAAAAG4/RqlHrqDajoE/S220/redge2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7911662068794249769.post-3887340270437056804</id><published>2008-05-25T12:26:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-25T12:29:16.660+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='poetry'/><title type='text'>Joke Lang Po</title><content type='html'>I was bored at home one night... so I started typing something out.... here's what I came up with.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~ o ~ o ~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tila yata naubos na ang mga salita’t talinhaga.&lt;br /&gt;Mumunting alay sa irog, animo’y biglang naglaho.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lumipas na nga ba, pag-ibig na nadarama,&lt;br /&gt;O ang sakit ang nagtakot, para ito’y iwasan na?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hindi man ninais, iwasan ang wikang gamit.&lt;br /&gt;Pilit na binubura, pagka’t ikaw lagi ang naaalala&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sa wikang ito, napagmasdan ang ngiti mo.&lt;br /&gt;Sa aking munting tula, tila ika’y napaamo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Guni-guni ko nga lang ba, ang lahat ng ito,&lt;br /&gt;Hatid ng pusong halos mabaliw sa iyo?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Guni-guni ko lang ba, nang sabihing ako’y mahal mo&lt;br /&gt;Dios mio, tunay nga kayang pag-ibig na ito?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ngunit sa aking pagkahibang, di pansin ang iyong tawa,&lt;br /&gt;Hindi alintala kutya at halakhak ng iyong barkada.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At sa iyong pagpunit ng aking munting handog&lt;br /&gt;Ngumiti ka at sinabing, “joke, joke, joke.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~ o ~ o ~ o ~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;A QUICK REMINDER:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you want to use this piece--either in full or part--please let me know and give proper credit to the author. Better yet, link back to this blog.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7911662068794249769-3887340270437056804?l=without-a-note.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://without-a-note.blogspot.com/feeds/3887340270437056804/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7911662068794249769&amp;postID=3887340270437056804&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7911662068794249769/posts/default/3887340270437056804'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7911662068794249769/posts/default/3887340270437056804'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://without-a-note.blogspot.com/2008/05/joke-lang-po.html' title='Joke Lang Po'/><author><name>Inkee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01776581461671010271</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XZHDT0QMZ94/SaOm41T8pNI/AAAAAAAAAG4/RqlHrqDajoE/S220/redge2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7911662068794249769.post-3746682366165276800</id><published>2008-05-11T16:06:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-11T16:08:29.690+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Emo'/><title type='text'>Yesterday</title><content type='html'>I guess it's gonna be awhile again until I post my next update... why, you'd ask? Because I'd be on my week long vacation starting tomorrow!!!! Woooo!!! where to? Oh, not that far away... just Dubai. Mooohahahaha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*cue &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Leaving on a Jetplane&lt;/span&gt; song* All my bags are packed, I'm ready to go...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway for the real update, these past few days...hmmm...actually since the start of May it's been pretty intense for me. Like the song that goes:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;And I don't want the world to see me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Cause I don't think that they'd understand&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;When everything's made to be broken&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I just want you to know who I am&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;And you can't fight the tears that ain't coming&lt;br /&gt;Or the moment of truth in your lies&lt;br /&gt;When everything seems like the movies&lt;br /&gt;Yeah you bleed just to know you're alive&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ahhhh... Nooo!!!! Happy thoughts, think of happy thoughts... I'm thinking of a happy thought.. Doraemon! happy thoughts...  happy thoughts..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eto na nga lang...Sabay-sabay! "We do it like you do it.. we do it like you do it at Burger King! We do it like you would do it.. we do it like you do it at Burger King! Burger King!" Man, I love that song! that's why I love dining in that place.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By the way, you're probably wondering why this is titled "Yesterday." It's because that song by the Beatles is playing over and over in my mind while typing this quick update... "yesterday, love was just an easy game to play.. now i need a place to hide away..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So you see my brain is pretty messed up right now.. it's remixing four songs as I write. Weird eh?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ta ta for now! I'm off to ride the camels!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7911662068794249769-3746682366165276800?l=without-a-note.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://without-a-note.blogspot.com/feeds/3746682366165276800/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7911662068794249769&amp;postID=3746682366165276800&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7911662068794249769/posts/default/3746682366165276800'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7911662068794249769/posts/default/3746682366165276800'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://without-a-note.blogspot.com/2008/05/yesterday.html' title='Yesterday'/><author><name>Inkee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01776581461671010271</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XZHDT0QMZ94/SaOm41T8pNI/AAAAAAAAAG4/RqlHrqDajoE/S220/redge2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7911662068794249769.post-1982646047542520112</id><published>2008-05-10T14:43:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-11T14:48:55.447+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='poetry'/><title type='text'>If Only</title><content type='html'>I've found this old poem... I think I wrote it.. lol. But I can't remember what's my inspiration.  The only reason I do believe it's mine is cuz it's in this blog's draft entries dating back from November of 2007. Haha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, enjoy...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~ o ~ o ~ o ~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wish I could turn back time,&lt;br /&gt;When I almost had you in my arms.&lt;br /&gt;There'd be no more tears to be shed,&lt;br /&gt;No more hearts that need to mend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We would talk and laugh it out,&lt;br /&gt;Like we've known each other for long.&lt;br /&gt;Those were the memories i've always held on&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How i wish i had been braver&lt;br /&gt;To the things my heart sings to&lt;br /&gt;But in my brain, my feelings wrestle.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So many questions running on my mind,&lt;br /&gt;How i wish i had the answer&lt;br /&gt;To the years of wonder--&lt;br /&gt;To the what-ifs, that i'll never know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How i wish it was easy to forget you.&lt;br /&gt;I tried too hard, you should know.&lt;br /&gt;Even until now, it's hard to let go.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If only i could turn back the time,&lt;br /&gt;When i almost called you mine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~ o ~ o ~ o ~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess I wasn't really happy with the outcome after I wrote it that's why I kept it on the drafts.. but reading it almost 6 months later... I think it deserves some place in this blog. ^_^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;A QUICK REMINDER:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you want to use this piece--either in full or part--please let me know and give proper credit to the author. Better yet, link back to this blog.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7911662068794249769-1982646047542520112?l=without-a-note.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://without-a-note.blogspot.com/feeds/1982646047542520112/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7911662068794249769&amp;postID=1982646047542520112&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7911662068794249769/posts/default/1982646047542520112'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7911662068794249769/posts/default/1982646047542520112'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://without-a-note.blogspot.com/2007/11/if-only.html' title='If Only'/><author><name>Inkee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01776581461671010271</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XZHDT0QMZ94/SaOm41T8pNI/AAAAAAAAAG4/RqlHrqDajoE/S220/redge2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7911662068794249769.post-6080235617964595911</id><published>2008-05-05T16:46:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-05T17:13:52.780+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Emo'/><title type='text'>Be Strong</title><content type='html'>A few days ago, I was doing my grocery and when I came across this aisle, what I saw made me laughed out loud.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i7.photobucket.com/albums/y289/redge13/need_space.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The next day, seeing that same photo on my phone's gallery... I realized its true meaning... as if it's conveying what I've been feeling lately... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;I need space... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7911662068794249769-6080235617964595911?l=without-a-note.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://without-a-note.blogspot.com/feeds/6080235617964595911/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7911662068794249769&amp;postID=6080235617964595911&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7911662068794249769/posts/default/6080235617964595911'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7911662068794249769/posts/default/6080235617964595911'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://without-a-note.blogspot.com/2008/05/be-strong.html' title='Be Strong'/><author><name>Inkee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01776581461671010271</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XZHDT0QMZ94/SaOm41T8pNI/AAAAAAAAAG4/RqlHrqDajoE/S220/redge2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7911662068794249769.post-8445974990209620204</id><published>2008-05-01T11:43:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-01T11:46:45.225+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='poetry'/><title type='text'>Insensitive</title><content type='html'>I’m sorry for the things I’ve done and the things I failed to do. &lt;br /&gt;I thought we were okay, but I never really had a clue. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I never took for granted all the things you do; &lt;br /&gt;Maybe I just don’t show it as much as you want me to. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don’t know how to act, or the right words to say…. &lt;br /&gt;I need you to help me… figure out what you want from me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I’ve promised myself that I’ll never hurt you, but time and again, that’s all I ever do. &lt;br /&gt;Forgive me, is all you ever hear&lt;br /&gt;You might even be sick of it, but no other words could convey&lt;br /&gt;This sharp pain I’m feeling, each time we’re fighting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I thought I could be selfless, I thought I’m starting to care,&lt;br /&gt;But each dagger you push through me, is another barricade for me to build.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tell me how I should feel when all my resolve is gone,&lt;br /&gt;How do I make it okay, when I’m breaking inside &lt;br /&gt;Show me how to be strong, when your words are pulling us apart&lt;br /&gt;Teach me how to be the person you could love; help me make it right.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Please pull me out from this misery, or forever let me be.&lt;br /&gt;For I cannot take another heartache, I can no longer play the charade.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;A QUICK REMINDER:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you want to use this piece--either in full or part--please let me know and give proper credit to the author. Better yet, link back to this blog.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7911662068794249769-8445974990209620204?l=without-a-note.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://without-a-note.blogspot.com/feeds/8445974990209620204/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7911662068794249769&amp;postID=8445974990209620204&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7911662068794249769/posts/default/8445974990209620204'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7911662068794249769/posts/default/8445974990209620204'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://without-a-note.blogspot.com/2008/05/insensitive.html' title='Insensitive'/><author><name>Inkee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01776581461671010271</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XZHDT0QMZ94/SaOm41T8pNI/AAAAAAAAAG4/RqlHrqDajoE/S220/redge2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7911662068794249769.post-384271993020304300</id><published>2008-04-29T14:39:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-29T14:57:03.810+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Thoroughly Disheartened...</title><content type='html'>After coming home from my long weekend in Manila, bestfriend Tekla eagerly informed me that I have a new task from blogsvertise last Sunday. So when I woke up today, I told myself that even if I don't have anything to say about the assigned topic, I have to finish that task. So from morning till afternoon, I researched the topic and tried to rack my brain looking for the right words to say...  after 3 paragraphs and 240 words...  I was ready to post!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just as I was about to send the link for approval, I accidentally hit 'decline'.&lt;br /&gt;F#%*1$!! Noooo!!! I tried to stop the browser by clicking accept, accept, accept....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;No Task Found.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nooooooooooo... Stupid, stupid, stupid!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was worth $10, after typing all those words!!! I'm so pissed at myself!!! Aaaaaaaaaaaahhh!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~ o ~ o ~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dear Blogsvertise,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm an idiot, please forgive me. Under no circumstances am I declining your tasks, especially your dollars, kindly send the task back to me.. and I promise not to screw up the simple task of clicking 'accept'.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Asking for your sympathy,&lt;br /&gt;me&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7911662068794249769-384271993020304300?l=without-a-note.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://without-a-note.blogspot.com/feeds/384271993020304300/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7911662068794249769&amp;postID=384271993020304300&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7911662068794249769/posts/default/384271993020304300'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7911662068794249769/posts/default/384271993020304300'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://without-a-note.blogspot.com/2008/04/thoroughly-disheartened.html' title='Thoroughly Disheartened...'/><author><name>Inkee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01776581461671010271</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XZHDT0QMZ94/SaOm41T8pNI/AAAAAAAAAG4/RqlHrqDajoE/S220/redge2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7911662068794249769.post-4494771139940775070</id><published>2008-04-24T18:16:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-24T18:18:03.475+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Summer Get-away: Santorini</title><content type='html'>Are you looking for that cool, exotic place to spend the summer? How does &lt;a href="http://www.fantasticgreece.com/hotels/europe/gr/santorini-gr.asp"&gt;Santorini&lt;/a&gt;, Greece sound? If you are familiar with the movie “The Sisterhood of Traveling Pants,” then you’ve probably seen the beautiful sceneries that were shot there. Well, the part when Alexis Bledel’s character travels to Greece that is!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.fantasticgreece.com/hotels/europe/gr/santorini-gr.asp"&gt;Santorini&lt;/a&gt; is popular to the tourists for its ever-so blue beaches. They have the Red Beach with its surrounding red lava cliffs or if you are a sea-sport lover, you can windsurf or waterski in Kamari. This place has so much to offer aside from its fine beaches: you can visit archaeological sites, hang in bars and join in their active nightlife, revel in the endless fields of grapes and tour wineries, relax and dine in the restaurants, or visit the star of the island….their volcano. Fira, the capital of the island, have notable houses built on the edge of the cliff and offers astonishing panoramic view.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What more, &lt;a href="http://www.fantasticgreece.com/hotels/europe/gr/santorini-gr.asp"&gt;Santorini&lt;/a&gt; is considered to be the best place in the world to watch the sunset. So the next time you want to pack up and unwind, you might want to include Santorini in your tour… I know I will.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7911662068794249769-4494771139940775070?l=without-a-note.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://without-a-note.blogspot.com/feeds/4494771139940775070/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7911662068794249769&amp;postID=4494771139940775070&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7911662068794249769/posts/default/4494771139940775070'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7911662068794249769/posts/default/4494771139940775070'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://without-a-note.blogspot.com/2008/04/summer-get-away-santorini.html' title='Summer Get-away: Santorini'/><author><name>Inkee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01776581461671010271</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XZHDT0QMZ94/SaOm41T8pNI/AAAAAAAAAG4/RqlHrqDajoE/S220/redge2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7911662068794249769.post-6454995210125800565</id><published>2008-04-16T17:48:00.008+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-21T12:29:18.706+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='dance'/><title type='text'>Getting low and then some...</title><content type='html'>Just when you think this blog is dead.... SURPRISE! I'm back...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll probably be updating on yesterday's EB on Tekla's &lt;a href="http://www.lheeanne.com/greys/" target="_blank"&gt;Litaniya&lt;/a&gt;.. so you might want to take a peek in there... sometime this week. :p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here to share some videos of someone I know. Some of you might recognize her too...^_^ She loves dancing, eventhough she never had any formal lesson. That simple fact never stopped her from craving people's attention. Hahahaha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Presenting: Alaine's Mommy...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Get Low:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="355" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/M0e8sEFRoXs&amp;amp;hl=en"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/M0e8sEFRoXs&amp;amp;hl=en" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" height="355" width="425"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Freestylin' to Usher's song:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="355" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/Q_lPupLp2ho&amp;amp;hl=en"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/Q_lPupLp2ho&amp;amp;hl=en" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" height="355" width="425"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Posted just for fun... :p&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7911662068794249769-6454995210125800565?l=without-a-note.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://without-a-note.blogspot.com/feeds/6454995210125800565/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7911662068794249769&amp;postID=6454995210125800565&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7911662068794249769/posts/default/6454995210125800565'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7911662068794249769/posts/default/6454995210125800565'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://without-a-note.blogspot.com/2008/04/getting-low-and-then-some.html' title='Getting low and then some...'/><author><name>Inkee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01776581461671010271</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XZHDT0QMZ94/SaOm41T8pNI/AAAAAAAAAG4/RqlHrqDajoE/S220/redge2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7911662068794249769.post-7844565782083870162</id><published>2008-01-15T18:50:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-15T19:00:48.205+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='poetry'/><title type='text'>Skwela</title><content type='html'>This update would act as a '"filler" so my readers know that I'm trying to update this blog as much as I can. Heh! The real update would probably come sooner.. I hope. For now, enjoy my little drama.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~ o ~ o ~ o ~ o ~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kumukurap-kurap,&lt;br /&gt;Antok ay pilit di pinupuna&lt;br /&gt;Nasan na ang takdang aralin?&lt;br /&gt;Naka-ilang pilas na papel na ba,&lt;br /&gt;Pati bolpen ay ubos na.&lt;br /&gt;Walang katapusan na pag-sulat&lt;br /&gt;Ang aking utak ay lusaw na.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Teka, umaga na pala.&lt;br /&gt;Ang magpuputo’y karibok na.&lt;br /&gt;Ngunit problema’y di pa rin tapos.&lt;br /&gt;Baket may blankong papel sa aking harap?&lt;br /&gt;Ganun na ba ako kahina,&lt;br /&gt;Ni simpleng aralin ay di makuha?&lt;br /&gt;Kahit kakaunting katalinuhan,&lt;br /&gt;Baket ako pinag-kaitan?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hindi makapag-isip ng ayos,&lt;br /&gt;Ano ba talaga kuya?&lt;br /&gt;Lahat ng santo ay natawag na.&lt;br /&gt;Sinabayan na nga ng nobena ni ina.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Paano na kaya ako mamya,&lt;br /&gt;Mangyari man na tawagin ako ni sir,&lt;br /&gt;Hanggang ngiti nalang ba ako? Sabay upo?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Baket nga ba ako nagkaganito?&lt;br /&gt;Nasabi ko na minsan sa aking sarili,&lt;br /&gt;Lahat nang ito ay aking kakayanin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ngunit di maiiwasan sa mga oras na ito,&lt;br /&gt;Halos ako’y magka-loko loko&lt;br /&gt;Dumudugong utak,&lt;br /&gt;Mata’y pilit pa rin minumulat&lt;br /&gt;Kung maawa man at mahabag,&lt;br /&gt;Isa lang ang tanging hiling.&lt;br /&gt;O, Matematika, ika’y lumayo na sa akin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~ o ~ o ~ o ~ o ~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So now you ALL know my favorite subject. Thank you for leaving feedbacks!!! *wink*wink* I appreciate all of them!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;A QUICK REMINDER:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you want to use this piece--either in full or part--please let me know and give proper credit to the author. Better yet, link back to this blog.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7911662068794249769-7844565782083870162?l=without-a-note.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://without-a-note.blogspot.com/feeds/7844565782083870162/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7911662068794249769&amp;postID=7844565782083870162&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7911662068794249769/posts/default/7844565782083870162'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7911662068794249769/posts/default/7844565782083870162'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://without-a-note.blogspot.com/2008/01/skwela.html' title='Skwela'/><author><name>Inkee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01776581461671010271</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XZHDT0QMZ94/SaOm41T8pNI/AAAAAAAAAG4/RqlHrqDajoE/S220/redge2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7911662068794249769.post-5886773107062127256</id><published>2008-01-11T10:54:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-11T12:47:15.279+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='poetry'/><title type='text'>Ang Uban Ni Inay</title><content type='html'>Minsan nang natikman ang walis tambo,&lt;br /&gt;Hagupit na malupit, sakit ay di mawari.&lt;br /&gt;Nakakatakot na boses, buong bahay ay dagundong.&lt;br /&gt;Wag mong masagot-sagot, tiyak ikaw ay may sapok.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Minsan nang di nagkaunawaan ni kapatid.&lt;br /&gt;Hindi namalayan, sa kanyang buhok naituon ang aking galit.&lt;br /&gt;Maya’t maya’y andyan na ang inay at lumusob,&lt;br /&gt;Mangangatwiran na’y, payong ang sa aki’y humambalos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Macho macho mama, ang sakanya ay turing&lt;br /&gt;Ngunit huwag kukutyain, tanging sandigan namin.&lt;br /&gt;Pitong anghel, kung kami ay tawagin.&lt;br /&gt;Sa pawis ni ina, lumaki at guminhawa.&lt;br /&gt;Galing man sa hirap, hindi sya nagpabaya.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Minsan nang napagmasdan ang sumibol na uban ni Inay,&lt;br /&gt;Puso’y biglang kumirot sa aking nakita,&lt;br /&gt;Ilang taon na nga ba, at ilang taon pa nga ba?&lt;br /&gt;Ayoko man isipin, lungkot ay lalong lumalalim.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nais ko sanang bunutin, na tila ba pag nawala,&lt;br /&gt;Ang katotohanan ay maiiwasan na din.&lt;br /&gt;Dahan-dahan aking inaabot,&lt;br /&gt;At nang mahawakan na, si Inay ay biglang sumimangot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sa kanyang sagot, ako ay natigilan&lt;br /&gt;Tanggapin ang buhay ng walang kinakatakutan.&lt;br /&gt;Wala nang papares sa aking Inang huwaran,&lt;br /&gt;“Magpapa-tina ako, wag mo yang pakialaman.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~ o ~ o ~ o ~ o ~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So this is one of my new year's resolution, that I should start writing poetry again... at least 3 times a week? Nooo.... I'm not sure if I can do it.. but we'll see... I'm not gonna post all of it.. just the ones that I think would be worth reading.. So if you like it, leave me a feedback people!!! Thank you!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~ o ~ o ~ o ~ o ~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;A QUICK REMINDER:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you want to use this piece--either in full or part--please let me know and give proper credit to the author. Better yet, link back to this blog.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7911662068794249769-5886773107062127256?l=without-a-note.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://without-a-note.blogspot.com/feeds/5886773107062127256/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7911662068794249769&amp;postID=5886773107062127256&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7911662068794249769/posts/default/5886773107062127256'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7911662068794249769/posts/default/5886773107062127256'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://without-a-note.blogspot.com/2008/01/ang-uban-ni-inay.html' title='Ang Uban Ni Inay'/><author><name>Inkee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01776581461671010271</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XZHDT0QMZ94/SaOm41T8pNI/AAAAAAAAAG4/RqlHrqDajoE/S220/redge2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7911662068794249769.post-1130478250673530835</id><published>2007-12-19T18:16:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-12-20T17:09:01.677+08:00</updated><title type='text'>2007 Recap</title><content type='html'>Yesterday, I came across my sister's friendster page.. and she listed down all the changes that happened to her since the start of 2007. Scanning through it....well, it's kinda weird when you realized that so much can happen in such a short time....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For example....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In January 2007, I was an irregular first year student in  _______ University.... my attention was all about getting a decent grade in my Trigo class. eeekk! I hate that subject.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Came February, I became interested in joining the university's dance company, me and two fellow classmates were planning on joining next semester... it would be hella fun. We were like... "OMG, we have to practice dancing in stilletos like Luningning." &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;(note: Luningning - the dancer in Wowowee.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;March, almost the end of the second sem, I was on the edge. I was busy doing projects and studying for trigo... yet again. ^_^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;April -- Clearance and release of classcards. I was fuming when I got my FIRST EVER 2.0 in my english class! rawwrrr! That was my favorite subject in my entire life (umm, next to science)...  how could she do that to me??!!??? *throws the nearest vase* Oh well... life goes on. But don't tell mama.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;May 2007, summer class and the beach.  Took 12 more units in my current course.. even if I was already having second thoughts on shifting to another department. During this month, I also applied for the University Scholarship.... the only criteria for the said scholarship was to get an average not lower than 1.75  so I was ecstatic!  For sure, I'll have 100% discount on my tuition fees. I remember it so well.. me and a couple of friends were yelling in the streets... "Who's the US? YOU are the US!" pointing at each other. "No, no.. YOU are the US!"&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; (US = University Scholar)&lt;/span&gt; Then burst out laughing because the three of us were the only ones (from our section) that qualified. It was fun...... until the next day. We were at the Scholarship Office, and the guy rejected my application because i'm a frickin irregular student! whaaaaaaat??!? Yes, I got disqualified just because of that ONE factor. I fought... I did try. He claims that I'm not a regular student cause I don't follow  the subjects listed according to the prospectus (cuz I took advanced subjects)...  even if I am taking the same amount of units like that of a regular student.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;June, Enrolment period! I've persuaded two classmates to join me in shifting to Engineering... ha! We were together for the "evaluation and waiting for the professors" part for almost one week... but when it was time for enrolment... I didn't go through... out of the blue, I texted my bestfriend.."Let's put up a computer shop." We started processing the papers, legal stuff and all. I was running here and there... and yep, lost some pounds in the process. hahaha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;July -- There were minor problems with a few stuff... but by the 9th, Redge Computer was opened. I'll call this the 'dark period'... for this was the time I was always depressed if I really did made the right decision.. I always act on impulse... and it was totally unplanned that I'll put my studies on sabbatical in favor of my new venture. But my family, and especially my bestfriend helped me through it and they were all trying to boost my spirit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;August - found the light in the darkness. Redge Computer was earning.. LOTS! Celebrated the 1st month of Redge, my birthday... and got my TESDA NCII certification! woooohhh!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;September -- what happened in September? From the looks of it, I never updated my blog on the month of September.... maybe I was totally busy with the shop..  cuz we're open everyday... Monday to Sunday... holidays or non-holidays....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;October -- Started blogging for profit.... in the process, I divided my posting time here in Without A Note, in  &lt;a href="http://www.lheeanne.com/greys/" target="_blank"&gt;Litaniya ni Tekla&lt;/a&gt;, and  &lt;a href="http://getting-to-know.blogspot.com/" target="_blank"&gt;B1 &amp;amp; B2&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;November -- I dunno... Oh yeah.. It's the first time I took a vacation since opening my shop... Redge Computer was closed for 1.5 days... because we had a scheduled EB with fellow bloggers... &lt;a href="http://roanne-suyosa.com/" target="_blank"&gt;Rho&lt;/a&gt; and  &lt;a href="http://razzy-raz.blogspot.com/" target="_blank"&gt;Razz&lt;/a&gt;! Yup, that's an achievement! haha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;December...... ohh humm... Ohh... work is sooo much easier now... cuz I've got two OJTs in my shop! woot woot! Second, I think I've improved my culinary skills this whole year... yep yep.. I can now cook filipino cuisines without burning them. Hahaha!  Now I'm really excited for Christmas, guess who's the chef? *points at self* you got that right! mwahaha! okay, shutting up now..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How my life have changed so fast from being a math-fearing student into a workaholic businesswoman...  uhmm.. I have no idea... all I know is that I'm really happy right now in my life. phhew!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you so much 2007 for the great memories!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7911662068794249769-1130478250673530835?l=without-a-note.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://without-a-note.blogspot.com/feeds/1130478250673530835/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7911662068794249769&amp;postID=1130478250673530835&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7911662068794249769/posts/default/1130478250673530835'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7911662068794249769/posts/default/1130478250673530835'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://without-a-note.blogspot.com/2007/12/2007-recap.html' title='2007 Recap'/><author><name>Inkee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01776581461671010271</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XZHDT0QMZ94/SaOm41T8pNI/AAAAAAAAAG4/RqlHrqDajoE/S220/redge2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7911662068794249769.post-7741739268211017692</id><published>2007-12-13T10:13:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-12-13T10:29:12.556+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='poetry'/><title type='text'>Conversations</title><content type='html'>Look at me, look what a fool I’ve been&lt;br /&gt;Smiling from the corner, heartbeat never been faster&lt;br /&gt;How I’d wish you’d never look my way,&lt;br /&gt;So you’ll never see how much I stare.&lt;br /&gt;But all the same, I want to see those soulful eyes,&lt;br /&gt;That can see through me and make this heart falter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, how I hate to see you smile.&lt;br /&gt;Or the way you roll your eyes at me&lt;br /&gt;It’s as if we’re having a conversation,&lt;br /&gt;And still all I do is giggle.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Be calm now, my troubled mind.&lt;br /&gt;Stop thinking and follow your heart.&lt;br /&gt;He’s moving toward me, and my breath is hitching&lt;br /&gt;How do I look, how should I act?&lt;br /&gt;Is my breath fresh enough,&lt;br /&gt;Did I put on my deodorant?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don’t you know how much it hurts?&lt;br /&gt;To see you smile then walk her way?&lt;br /&gt;Holding hands like couples do?&lt;br /&gt;Watch you whisper in each others ears,&lt;br /&gt;When all I want is to feel your warmth&lt;br /&gt;To be wrapped in your gentle embrace,&lt;br /&gt;Strong and comforting,&lt;br /&gt;Just the way it eases me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Was it so wrong to love someone like you?&lt;br /&gt;If it is, then let me be wrong forever,&lt;br /&gt;Because I can’t imagine a life without you,&lt;br /&gt;No, I can’t imagine not loving you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess I’ll never learn, and I never want to change&lt;br /&gt;How many times should I tell?&lt;br /&gt;That you would never feel the same,&lt;br /&gt;You and I aren’t meant to be.&lt;br /&gt;Don’t ask me why, just let it be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“It may hurt, but just a little bit.&lt;br /&gt;At least I’ve saved you from all of it.”&lt;br /&gt;Then you turn and walk away.&lt;br /&gt;Pretend I never existed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don’t blame me for my pained eyes,&lt;br /&gt;It’s not even close to the pain I’ve felt.&lt;br /&gt;When you said, “Believe me, it’s not worth it.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~ o ~ o ~ o ~ o ~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Just for kicks I thought I should add one word to that last line like, "Believe me, it's not worth it, Pare."  dun dun dun dunnnnn... hahaha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;A QUICK REMINDER:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you want to use this piece--either in full or part--please let me know and give proper credit to the author. Better yet, link back to this blog.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7911662068794249769-7741739268211017692?l=without-a-note.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://without-a-note.blogspot.com/feeds/7741739268211017692/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7911662068794249769&amp;postID=7741739268211017692&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7911662068794249769/posts/default/7741739268211017692'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7911662068794249769/posts/default/7741739268211017692'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://without-a-note.blogspot.com/2007/12/look-at-me-look-what-fool-ive-been.html' title='Conversations'/><author><name>Inkee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01776581461671010271</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XZHDT0QMZ94/SaOm41T8pNI/AAAAAAAAAG4/RqlHrqDajoE/S220/redge2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7911662068794249769.post-8953489607891030350</id><published>2007-12-07T17:24:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2007-12-13T10:40:44.667+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='games'/><title type='text'>Birthmonth Game</title><content type='html'>Got tagged by &lt;a href="http://meledee.sasha-says.com/" target="_blank"&gt;Mel&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Instructions:&lt;br /&gt;1. Mention the person who tagged you and create a link back to them.&lt;br /&gt;2. Copy-paste the traits for all the twelve months (see below).&lt;br /&gt;3. Pick your month of birth.&lt;br /&gt;4. Highlight the traits that apply to you.&lt;br /&gt;5. Tag 12 people and let them know by visiting their blogs and leaving a comment for them.&lt;br /&gt;6. Let the person who tagged you know when you’ve done it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;JANUARY: Stubborn and hard-hearted. Ambitious and serious. Loves to teach and be taught. Always looking at people’s flaws and weaknesses. Likes to criticize. Hardworking and productive. Smart, neat and organized. Sensitive and has deep thoughts. Knows how to make others happy. Quiet unless excited or tensed. Rather reserved. Highly attentive. Resistant to illnesses but prone to colds. Romantic but has difficulties expressing love. Loves children. Loyal. Has great social abilities yet easily jealous. Very stubborn and money cautious.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FEBRUARY: Abstract thoughts. Loves reality and abstract. Intelligent and clever. Changing personality. Attractive. Sexy. Temperamental. Quiet, shy and humble. Honest and loyal. Determined to reach goals. Loves freedom. Rebellious when restricted. Loves aggressiveness. Too sensitive and easily hurt. Gets angry really easily but does not show it. Dislikes unnecessary things. Loves making friends but rarely shows it. Daring and stubborn. Ambitious. Realizes dreams and hopes. Sharp. Loves entertainment and leisure. Romantic on the inside not outside. Superstitious and ludicrous. Spendthrift. Tries to learn to show emotions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MARCH: Attractive personality. Sexy. Affectionate. Shy and reserved. Secretive. Naturally honest, generous and sympathetic. Loves peace and serenity. Sensitive to others. Loves to serve others. Easily angered. Trustworthy. Appreciative and returns kindness. Observant and assesses others. Revengeful. Loves to dream and fantasize. Loves traveling. Loves attention. Hasty decisions in choosing partners. Loves home decors. Musically talented. Loves special things. Moody.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;APRIL: Active and dynamic. Decisive and hasty but tends to regret. Attractive and affectionate to oneself. Strong mentality. Loves attention. Diplomatic. Consoling, friendly and solves people’s problems. Brave and fearless. Adventurous. Loving and caring. Suave and generous. Emotional. Aggressive. Hasty. Good memory. Moving. Motivates oneself and others. Sickness usually of the head and chest. Sexy in a way that only their lover can see.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MAY: Stubborn and hard-hearted. Strong-willed and highly motivated. Sharp thoughts. Easily angered. Attracts others and loves attention. Deep feelings. Beautiful physically and mentally. Firm Standpoint. Needs no motivation. Easily consoled. Systematic (left brain). Loves to dream. Strong clairvoyance. Understanding. Sickness usually in the ear and neck. Good imagination. Good physical. Weak breathing. Loves literature and the arts. Loves traveling. Dislike being at home. Restless. Not having many children. Hardworking. High spirited. Spendthrift.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;JUNE: Thinks far with vision. Easily influenced by kindness. Polite and soft-spoken. Having ideas. Sensitive. Active mind. Hesitating, tends to delay. Choosy and always wants the best. Temperamental. Funny and humorous. Loves to joke. Good debating skills. Talkative. Daydreamer. Friendly. Knows how to make friends. Able to show character. Easily hurt. Prone to getting colds. Loves to dress up. Easily bored. Fussy. Seldom shows emotions. Takes time to recover when hurt. Brand conscious. Executive. Stubborn.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;JULY: Fun to be with. Secretive. Difficult to fathom and to be understood. Quiet unless excited or tensed. Takes pride in oneself. Has reputation. Easily consoled. Honest. Concerned about people’s feelings. Tactful. Friendly. Approachable. Emotional temperamental and unpredictable. Moody and easily hurt. Witty and sparkly. Not revengeful. Forgiving but never forgets. Dislikes nonsensical and unnecessary things. Guides others physically and mentally. Sensitive and forms impressions carefully. Caring and loving. Treats others equally. Strong sense of sympathy. Wary and sharp. Judges people through observations. Hardworking. No difficulties in studying. Loves to be alone. Always broods about the past and the old friends. Likes to be quiet. Homely person. Waits for friends. Never looks for friends. Not aggressive unless provoked. Prone to having stomach and dieting problems. Loves to be loved. Easily hurt but takes long to recover.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AUGUST: Loves to joke. Attractive. Suave and caring. Brave and fearless. Firm and has leadership qualities. Knows how to console others. Too generous and egoistic. Takes high pride in oneself. Thirsty for praises. Extraordinary spirit. Easily angered. Angry when provoked. Easily jealous. Observant. Careful and cautious. Thinks quickly. Independent thoughts. Loves to lead and to be led. Loves to dream. Talented in the arts, music and defense. Sensitive but not petty. Poor resistance against illnesses. Learns to relax. Hasty and trusty. Romantic. Loving and caring. Loves to make friends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SEPTEMBER: Suave and compromising. Careful, cautious and organized. Likes to point out people’s mistakes. Likes to criticize. Stubborn. Quiet but able to talk well. Calm and cool. Kind and sympathetic. Concerned and detailed. Loyal but not always honest. Does work well. Very confident. Sensitive. Good memory. Clever and knowledgeable. Loves to look for information. Must control oneself when criticizing. Able to motivate oneself. Understanding. Fun to be around. Secretive. Loves leisure and traveling. Hardly shows emotions. Tends to bottle up feelings. Very choosy, especially in relationships. Systematic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OCTOBER: Loves to chat. Loves those who loves them. Loves to take things at the center. Inner and physical beauty. Lies but doesn’t pretend. Gets angry often. Treats friends importantly. Always making friends. Easily hurt but recovers easily. Daydreamer. Opinionated. Does not care of what others think. Emotional. Decisive. Strong clairvoyance. Loves to travel, the arts and literature. Touchy and easily jealous. Concerned. Loves outdoors. Just and fair. Spendthrift. Easily influenced. Easily loses confidence. Loves children.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NOVEMBER: Has a lot of ideas. Difficult to fathom. Thinks forward. Unique and brilliant. Extraordinary ideas. Sharp thinking. Fine and strong clairvoyance. Can become good doctors. Dynamic in personality. Secretive. Inquisitive. Knows how to dig secrets. Always thinking. Less talkative but amiable. Brave and generous. Patient. Stubborn and hard-hearted. If there is a will, there is a way. Determined. Never give up. Hardly becomes angry unless provoked. Loves to be alone. Thinks differently from others. Sharp-minded. Motivates oneself. Does not appreciate praises. High-spirited. Well-built and tough. Deep love and emotions. Romantic. Uncertain in relationships. Homely. Hardworking. High abilities. Trustworthy. Honest and keeps secrets. Not able to control emotions. Unpredictable.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DECEMBER: Loyal and generous. Sexy. Patriotic. Active in games and interactions. Impatient and hasty. Ambitious. Influential in organizations. Fun to be with. Loves to socialize. Loves praises. Loves attention. Loves to be loved. Honest and trustworthy. Not pretending. Short tempered. Changing personality. Not egotistic. Take high pride in oneself. Hates restrictions. Loves to joke. Good sense of humor. Logical.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~ o ~ o ~ o ~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My birthmonth is AUGUST!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First of all, I admit that I am &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;often&lt;/span&gt; VAIN... being a Leo and being born on the month of August.. that's a deadly combination of uber vanity. It's not even a secret that I'm:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Too generous and &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;egoistic&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt; (not sure about the generous part but egoistic for sure)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;Takes high pride in oneself. Thirsty for praises. &lt;/span&gt;(Yes!!! I love being the center of attention. Feed my ego, and I'll feed you. lol. )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Brave and fearless. Firm and has leadership qualities. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;Extraordinary spirit. Loves to lead and to be led. Loves to dream. &lt;/span&gt;(Not sure with the brave, fearless and leadership part... insecurities gets me everytime, but I do know that I love to dream and being in control.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;Easily angered. Angry when provoked. Easily jealous.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;(Aaand... these are my bad qualities. I'm too sensitive with criticism especially from people I don't know. Easily Jealous? Check. )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Careful&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;and &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;cautious&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;Hasty&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;and trusty. (Geee.. wait, doesn't this contradict each other? Anyway.. I'm always careful when it comes to people...which means I'm not trusty. But I am hasty when making decisions.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;Observant.&lt;/span&gt; Thinks quickly.&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;Independent thoughts. Learns to relax. &lt;/span&gt;(Most of the time I enjoy being on the background, just watching people talk or do whatever. I... don't think &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I think&lt;/span&gt; that quickly. lol.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;K&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;nows how to console others. Loves to joke.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;Attractive.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;(errmm.. *clears throat*)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;Suave and caring. Loves to make friends. Romantic.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;Talented in the arts, music and defense. Sensitive but not petty. Loving and caring.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;(oh gosh, aren't I quite a catch?) *bats lashes*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Poor resistance against illnesses. (This is the only trait that I have cross out.... never been hospitalized since birth.. never had any operations in my life. hmm.. must be the milk. nyahhahaha!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Passing this to.. hmm..I'm only tagging two people.. so .. &lt;a href="http://razzy-raz.blogspot.com/" target="_blank"&gt;Razz &lt;/a&gt;and December-celebrant &lt;a href="http://www.lheeanne.com/remeline/" target="_blank"&gt;Mam Rems&lt;/a&gt;! yayy!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7911662068794249769-8953489607891030350?l=without-a-note.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://without-a-note.blogspot.com/feeds/8953489607891030350/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7911662068794249769&amp;postID=8953489607891030350&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7911662068794249769/posts/default/8953489607891030350'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7911662068794249769/posts/default/8953489607891030350'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://without-a-note.blogspot.com/2007/12/got-tagged-by-mel-and-instructions-1.html' title='Birthmonth Game'/><author><name>Inkee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01776581461671010271</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XZHDT0QMZ94/SaOm41T8pNI/AAAAAAAAAG4/RqlHrqDajoE/S220/redge2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7911662068794249769.post-3186189763660613691</id><published>2007-12-06T13:39:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-12-13T10:41:00.421+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='games'/><title type='text'>Lakbay Philippines</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Got tagged by &lt;a href="http://theothersideoftheclown.blogspot.com/" target="_blank"&gt;Mam Rems&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://forge.codedgraphic.com/lakbayan"&gt;&lt;img style="border: 0px none ; width: 255px; height: 417px;" src="http://forge.codedgraphic.com/lakbayan/map-v1.0?aaaaaaaaaaabaaaaaaaackaaaaaakfaaaaaaaakeakaaaaaaufaaaaeaadaaaaaaaaaaaaakaaacaaacaaaaaaaaaa8828" title="Lakbayan Visited Map" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;My Lakbayan grade is D!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How much of the Philippines have you visited?&lt;br /&gt;Find out at &lt;a href="http://forge.codedgraphic.com/lakbayan"&gt;Lakbayan&lt;/a&gt;!&lt;cite style="font-size: 85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/cite&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;cite style="font-size: 85%;"&gt;Created by &lt;a href="http://vaes9.codedgraphic.com/"&gt;Eugene Villar&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;/cite&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Passing this to.... newfound friends &lt;a href="http://gerrycho.blogspot.com/" target="_blank"&gt;Gerrycho&lt;/a&gt; and &lt;a href="http://hitsink.blogspot.com/" target="_target"&gt;Winky&lt;/a&gt;!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7911662068794249769-3186189763660613691?l=without-a-note.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://without-a-note.blogspot.com/feeds/3186189763660613691/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7911662068794249769&amp;postID=3186189763660613691&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7911662068794249769/posts/default/3186189763660613691'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7911662068794249769/posts/default/3186189763660613691'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://without-a-note.blogspot.com/2007/12/lakbay-philippines.html' title='Lakbay Philippines'/><author><name>Inkee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01776581461671010271</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XZHDT0QMZ94/SaOm41T8pNI/AAAAAAAAAG4/RqlHrqDajoE/S220/redge2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7911662068794249769.post-88470101692214012</id><published>2007-12-01T10:23:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-12-01T10:47:31.802+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='work'/><title type='text'>Team Up!</title><content type='html'>ohhh... great news.. i finally have two helpers at my shop... and they've been working for a week now. they have different schedules so only one will be with me at a time.. NEAT! I'm not paying them... cuz they're  here as my "interns" or what you call on-the-job trainees.. it's a requirement at their college--they have to spend 400-something hours working outside school... so yeah.. suits well for me. it's not like i can leave work anytime now.. but at least it's easier for me especially when it gets so busy.  Hurray!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Although I think it's gonna be awhile before "i put my feet up" lol.. cuz right now I'm still training them.. I have to watch them carefully with whatever it is I've asked them to do... make sure everything's still in place... soooo i'm always behind their backs (literally!) and I think they're picking it up quite well. yeahhhh..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I still can't leave my shop to them for more than 5 minutes... i'm being careful. ^_^  but now, i can pee without rushing. hahaha! cuz before, I have to hold it in for hours cuz when it gets crazy i don't have time to even have a break. lol. yeah.. my bladder is more than happy and that makes me happy! XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the end.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7911662068794249769-88470101692214012?l=without-a-note.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://without-a-note.blogspot.com/feeds/88470101692214012/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7911662068794249769&amp;postID=88470101692214012&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7911662068794249769/posts/default/88470101692214012'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7911662068794249769/posts/default/88470101692214012'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://without-a-note.blogspot.com/2007/12/team-up.html' title='Team Up!'/><author><name>Inkee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01776581461671010271</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XZHDT0QMZ94/SaOm41T8pNI/AAAAAAAAAG4/RqlHrqDajoE/S220/redge2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7911662068794249769.post-7772685121688685681</id><published>2007-11-29T18:20:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-11-30T11:52:40.723+08:00</updated><title type='text'>So It Begins...</title><content type='html'>Psst! A fellow blogger is getting older... &lt;br /&gt;Send an early greeting at &lt;a href="http://www.lheeanne.com/greys/" target="_blank"&gt;Litaniya ni Tekla&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.criticallayouts.com/Generators/cd-birthday/show.swf?clickURL=http://www.criticallayouts.com/&amp;amp;clickLABEL=MySpace%20Countdown&amp;amp;flashLABEL=Critical%20Layouts&amp;amp;skin=http://www.criticallayouts.com/Generators/cd-birthday/skins/1.jpg&amp;amp;text=%0DBestfriend%27s%20Birthday%21%21%21%0DDecember%207th&amp;amp;untilColor=16711935&amp;amp;textColor=3381504&amp;amp;datesColor=0&amp;amp;year=2007&amp;amp;month=11&amp;amp;day=7&amp;amp;hour=12&amp;amp;minute=0&amp;amp;second=0&amp;amp;x=6&amp;amp;y=77" quality="high" bgcolor="#ffffff" name="countdown" wmode="transparent" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" pluginspage="http://www.macromedia.com/go/getflashplayer" align="middle" height="200" width="300"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7911662068794249769-7772685121688685681?l=without-a-note.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://without-a-note.blogspot.com/feeds/7772685121688685681/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7911662068794249769&amp;postID=7772685121688685681&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7911662068794249769/posts/default/7772685121688685681'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7911662068794249769/posts/default/7772685121688685681'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://without-a-note.blogspot.com/2007/11/so-it-begins.html' title='So It Begins...'/><author><name>Inkee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01776581461671010271</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XZHDT0QMZ94/SaOm41T8pNI/AAAAAAAAAG4/RqlHrqDajoE/S220/redge2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7911662068794249769.post-574228936685072183</id><published>2007-11-26T15:56:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-11-26T16:01:34.443+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Update</title><content type='html'>Redirecting... to "TESDA Certified" entry...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If loading does not start.. please click &lt;a href="http://lheeanne.com/greys/?p=196" target="_blank"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hahaha! I'm being lazy.... there ya go.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7911662068794249769-574228936685072183?l=without-a-note.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://without-a-note.blogspot.com/feeds/574228936685072183/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7911662068794249769&amp;postID=574228936685072183&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7911662068794249769/posts/default/574228936685072183'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7911662068794249769/posts/default/574228936685072183'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://without-a-note.blogspot.com/2007/11/lazy-update.html' title='Update'/><author><name>Inkee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01776581461671010271</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XZHDT0QMZ94/SaOm41T8pNI/AAAAAAAAAG4/RqlHrqDajoE/S220/redge2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7911662068794249769.post-8471139954758113184</id><published>2007-11-21T10:36:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-11-21T17:29:12.243+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Rawr!</title><content type='html'>I'm really frustrated right now cuz I can't post a sponsored entry in &lt;a href="http://www.lheeanne.com/greys/" target="_blank"&gt;Litaniya&lt;/a&gt;.. I've been trying yesterday from early morning till evening... and nothing! and so I tried it again today.... and still NADA! it's really frustrating! come on, I'm just trying to earn some extra cash! geezzz!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kinda reminds me of what happened the other night at home...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After getting off work... I thought.. 'hey, i'm gonna play DDR cuz I haven't done that since forever.' And it would be a good exercise. Sooo... I took my dance mat from my luggage and turned on PS2 and everything...  I picked up the remote... press video..... press video again.... and again... *hits remote* Rah! *press video* shesshh *press harder* *hits remote* *takes out battery* *puts it back again* man! *press video* ahhhh!!! *takes out battery* *get new battery* *press video* *press volume* *waits for something to happen* *press channel* Rahhhh!!! *puts remote sensor near tv* *press video* *hits remote* frickn! Rah! *press video* After wrestling with my remote for almost 10 minutes... I've finally decided to turn off my PS2 and console myself that I'll never EVER be able to play video games again. So I unplugged it...  then pressed video from the remote again.. and Tadaaaaaaaaaa!!! it switched to video! *excitedly plugs back PS2 and DDR* *giggles*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So right now.. I'm just gonna calm myself down... and wait... till everything's back to normal again. *waits for divine intervention*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7911662068794249769-8471139954758113184?l=without-a-note.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://without-a-note.blogspot.com/feeds/8471139954758113184/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7911662068794249769&amp;postID=8471139954758113184&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7911662068794249769/posts/default/8471139954758113184'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7911662068794249769/posts/default/8471139954758113184'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://without-a-note.blogspot.com/2007/11/rawr.html' title='Rawr!'/><author><name>Inkee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01776581461671010271</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XZHDT0QMZ94/SaOm41T8pNI/AAAAAAAAAG4/RqlHrqDajoE/S220/redge2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7911662068794249769.post-3359747165848157209</id><published>2007-11-16T17:57:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-12-13T10:46:19.106+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='games'/><title type='text'>You Got Tagged!</title><content type='html'>Ohh!!! I got tagged by &lt;a href="http://www.lheeanne.com/remeline/" target="_blank"&gt;Mam Rems&lt;/a&gt;… that’s a first. Haha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THE RULES - List of 8:&lt;br /&gt;* write 8 facts about yourself.&lt;br /&gt;* in the 8 facts, you share 8 things that your readers don’t know about you. at the end, you tag as much other bloggers to keep the fun going. Each blogger must post these rules first.&lt;br /&gt;* each blogger starts with eight random facts/habits about themselves.&lt;br /&gt;* at the end of the post, a blogger needs to choose as much people to get tagged and list their names.&lt;br /&gt;* don’t forget to leave them a comment telling them they’re tagged, and to read your blog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~ o ~ o ~ o&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmm… 8 facts people don’t know about me…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*thinks*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*thinks harder*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;• I used to be a Pokemon-addict. Gotta Catch them All! I never notice the time when I’m playing that game … I can go for hours without even eating.&lt;br /&gt;• I’ve wanted to be a ramp model when I was younger. *blush*&lt;br /&gt;• Used to be an ALIAS fanatic. That’s why I was so ecstatic when my first job was in a bank. Note: if you know the show, you’ll catch my drift. XD&lt;br /&gt;• Science was my favorite subject in grade school&lt;br /&gt;• I hate vegetables…. I even remove pickles and onion from my burger.&lt;br /&gt;• I never laughed at school from Grade 3 to 5. And if I smile, I don’t show my teeth. Don’t ask… I’m weird like that.&lt;br /&gt;• I love to put ketchup on everything.&lt;br /&gt;• I was a cheerleader in college. 3x consecutive champions! Woo!&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I’m passing this game to...hmm..let's see... &lt;a href="http://www.lheeanne.com/greys/" target="_blank"&gt;Tekla&lt;/a&gt; and….&lt;a href="http://roanne-suyosa.com/" target="_blank"&gt;Rho&lt;/a&gt; (cuz I really really want them to update her blog now.) hehe!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7911662068794249769-3359747165848157209?l=without-a-note.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://without-a-note.blogspot.com/feeds/3359747165848157209/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7911662068794249769&amp;postID=3359747165848157209&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7911662068794249769/posts/default/3359747165848157209'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7911662068794249769/posts/default/3359747165848157209'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://without-a-note.blogspot.com/2007/11/you-got-tagged.html' title='You Got Tagged!'/><author><name>Inkee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01776581461671010271</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XZHDT0QMZ94/SaOm41T8pNI/AAAAAAAAAG4/RqlHrqDajoE/S220/redge2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7911662068794249769.post-4147340623091127203</id><published>2007-11-16T11:45:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2007-11-16T11:58:34.329+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Template Problems...</title><content type='html'>Thank you to everyone who brought into my attention this blog's template problems. I've finally figured it out! woo!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Apparently, I've been "riding" with my template provider's bandwidth that's why there are times  you can't see my formatting... Soweee, Mr. Designer... ^_*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, i downloaded every jpgs and css, and uploaded it into my own server. Hopefully, there wouldn't be any more template problems. I almost cried when I thought I lost all the formatting.. not to mention the add-ons I put in here... plus I really like the design. XD Heee!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Umm.... is it obvious that I'm stalling here cuz I really don't feel like doing a sponsored post right now. hehe!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7911662068794249769-4147340623091127203?l=without-a-note.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://without-a-note.blogspot.com/feeds/4147340623091127203/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7911662068794249769&amp;postID=4147340623091127203&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7911662068794249769/posts/default/4147340623091127203'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7911662068794249769/posts/default/4147340623091127203'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://without-a-note.blogspot.com/2007/11/template-problems.html' title='Template Problems...'/><author><name>Inkee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01776581461671010271</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XZHDT0QMZ94/SaOm41T8pNI/AAAAAAAAAG4/RqlHrqDajoE/S220/redge2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7911662068794249769.post-2269142651139327291</id><published>2007-11-14T13:03:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-11-14T13:12:04.893+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I Got The Power! Bloggerwave Power!</title><content type='html'>When I first started to &lt;a href="http://bloggerwave.com/blog_ClickTrack.php?OpportunityId=31&amp;amp;BlogId=6935&amp;amp;LinkId=1"&gt;blog&lt;/a&gt; , I thought I could use it to get my poetry out there…. My artistry (if I have any)… and hide on a pseudo name so no one will ever know the dramatic poster. But later on, I realized I don’t need to hide myself… because I enjoy what I do… and I realized some people appreciate it too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;        Meeting other bloggers, I found out that you can also &lt;a href="http://bloggerwave.com/blog_ClickTrack.php?OpportunityId=31&amp;amp;BlogId=6935&amp;amp;LinkId=1"&gt; make money &lt;/a&gt; by blogging. At first I was hesitant because I wasn’t sure if it’s an online scam or not. After talking to people that I personally know and they did get their money, I was surprised and was tempted to try. What’s there to loose right? All I have to do is write a review for a topic, put my two cents in and voila... there’s the money! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.bloggerwave.com/admin/OpportunityImages/MediumPromoImage/31.jpg" name="oppimage" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;        Searching through websites, I found about &lt;a href="http://bloggerwave.com/blog_ClickTrack.php?OpportunityId=31&amp;amp;BlogId=6935&amp;amp;LinkId=1"&gt;Bloggerwave&lt;/a&gt;. I wasn’t even sure if they’ll approve my &lt;a href="http://bloggerwave.com/blog_ClickTrack.php?OpportunityId=31&amp;amp;BlogId=6935&amp;amp;LinkId=1"&gt;blog&lt;/a&gt; because I haven’t posted on it that often, but guess what? They approved it and I am so happy about that! And.. shhh.. they’re paying bigger bucks! You don’t even have to get out of your blog-category… because you choose which topics you want to write about. No use in writing reviews that you aren’t even comfortable discussing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;        So what better way to share your talent to the world… while earning dollars on the sideline right? Fellow bloggers and friends, allow me to welcome you to my improved and profit-generating &lt;a href="http://bloggerwave.com/blog_ClickTrack.php?OpportunityId=31&amp;amp;BlogId=6935&amp;amp;LinkId=1"&gt;blog&lt;/a&gt;, powered by &lt;a href="http://bloggerwave.com/blog_ClickTrack.php?OpportunityId=31&amp;amp;BlogId=6935&amp;amp;LinkId=1"&gt;Bloggerwave!&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;iframe id="iframeBloggerwaveBlogId6935OppId31" name="iframeBloggerwaveBlogId6935OppId31" src="http://www.bloggerwave.com/blog_ViewTrack.php?OpportunityId=31&amp;amp;BlogId=6935&amp;amp;sponsor=yes&amp;amp;LinkId=1" frameborder="no" height="38" scrolling="no" width="200"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7911662068794249769-2269142651139327291?l=without-a-note.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://without-a-note.blogspot.com/feeds/2269142651139327291/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7911662068794249769&amp;postID=2269142651139327291&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7911662068794249769/posts/default/2269142651139327291'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7911662068794249769/posts/default/2269142651139327291'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://without-a-note.blogspot.com/2007/11/i-got-power-bloggerwave-power.html' title='I Got The Power! Bloggerwave Power!'/><author><name>Inkee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01776581461671010271</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XZHDT0QMZ94/SaOm41T8pNI/AAAAAAAAAG4/RqlHrqDajoE/S220/redge2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7911662068794249769.post-5342976592818485103</id><published>2007-11-11T10:35:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-12-06T14:34:42.099+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='poetry'/><title type='text'>When It Falls Apart</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;Never wanted to be the jealous freak.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;But seems like we are worlds apart.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;the things you do, the life you lived in.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Is not for me, and ain't enough I see.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Don't break a tear, don't let it hurt.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I've always wanted you. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and that's the fault I made.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I wanted you to be there for me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Adore me, and comfort me when it's crazy out.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I thought you didn't that much hold in me,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But it seems the tide was turning,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and i'm left depressing.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;not knowing what to do,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;when you're not on view.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;isn't it what we've always been?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;but lately it seems, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;we're drifting away.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;too far, too soon. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and it's making me this way.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;You now have the life you've dreamed,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And exactly the life where I would not fit in.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;16.06.07&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;~ o ~ o ~ o ~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Come on people, show me love. Like it, Hate it? Let me know. ^_^ Thank you!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;A QUICK REMINDER:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you want to use this piece--either in full or part--please let me know and give proper credit to the author. Better yet, link back to this blog.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7911662068794249769-5342976592818485103?l=without-a-note.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://without-a-note.blogspot.com/feeds/5342976592818485103/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7911662068794249769&amp;postID=5342976592818485103&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7911662068794249769/posts/default/5342976592818485103'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7911662068794249769/posts/default/5342976592818485103'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://without-a-note.blogspot.com/2007/11/when-it-falls-apart.html' title='When It Falls Apart'/><author><name>Inkee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01776581461671010271</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XZHDT0QMZ94/SaOm41T8pNI/AAAAAAAAAG4/RqlHrqDajoE/S220/redge2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7911662068794249769.post-5274043282766767496</id><published>2007-11-07T16:05:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2007-12-13T10:52:11.066+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='dance'/><title type='text'>My Heart Goes...</title><content type='html'>I'm pretty much bored sitting here.... and I don't have any tasks for my sponsored posts in &lt;a href="http://www.lheeanne.com/greys/" target="_blank"&gt;"Litaniya"&lt;/a&gt;... so what else is there for me to do?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Of course, another video. woot! hahaha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is my own version of &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;'Evolution of Phil. Dance Craze'&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NOTE: I KNOW. what's up with the jacket and pajamas? ^_*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="355" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/PGRmxoUuFnw&amp;amp;rel=1"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/PGRmxoUuFnw&amp;amp;rel=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" height="355" width="425"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7911662068794249769-5274043282766767496?l=without-a-note.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://without-a-note.blogspot.com/feeds/5274043282766767496/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7911662068794249769&amp;postID=5274043282766767496&amp;isPopup=true' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7911662068794249769/posts/default/5274043282766767496'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7911662068794249769/posts/default/5274043282766767496'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://without-a-note.blogspot.com/2007/11/blog-post.html' title='My Heart Goes...'/><author><name>Inkee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01776581461671010271</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XZHDT0QMZ94/SaOm41T8pNI/AAAAAAAAAG4/RqlHrqDajoE/S220/redge2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7911662068794249769.post-9217593752274570754</id><published>2007-10-19T17:50:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-12-13T10:47:43.871+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='work'/><title type='text'>The Long Overdue Update</title><content type='html'>Hmm.. It's been really busy for me these past few days. But finally, with some spare time I thought about reviving this blog. XD Sooo...my apologies. heh! this post is 2 months overdue. ^_^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's the month of October, marking the end of the semester for college students. But before sembreak, it's project completion time...woohoo! Stressful projects, thank goodness for technology...  now everybody's typing &amp;amp; printing their school papers, researches, thesis, having their documentaries done, computer students are doing their program or websites and that means BIG PROFITS for Redge Computer! mwahahaha! thank you very much teachers and professors!!! I love you all! lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So basically everybody's harassed, and that includes me... finally finished with 3 video editing jobs and 7 websites woot! 3 of those sites i had to design within a 24 hour period. talk about rushing it. here are the products:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.blogger.com/%3Ca%20href=" com="" target="_blank" /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i7.photobucket.com/albums/y289/redge13/webdesign.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aside from work, I've finally decided to join "blogging to profit." So for a short while, I'll be posting now and then to &lt;a href="http://www.lheeanne.com/greys/" target="_blank"&gt;Bstfrnd's Blog&lt;/a&gt;. Please check out our &lt;a href="http://lheeanne.com/greys/?p=182" target="_blank"&gt;first entry&lt;/a&gt;.. that up to now was still not approved yet. T_T&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's it for now, I'll be updating in a bit.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7911662068794249769-9217593752274570754?l=without-a-note.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://without-a-note.blogspot.com/feeds/9217593752274570754/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7911662068794249769&amp;postID=9217593752274570754&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7911662068794249769/posts/default/9217593752274570754'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7911662068794249769/posts/default/9217593752274570754'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://without-a-note.blogspot.com/2007/10/long-overdue-update.html' title='The Long Overdue Update'/><author><name>Inkee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01776581461671010271</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XZHDT0QMZ94/SaOm41T8pNI/AAAAAAAAAG4/RqlHrqDajoE/S220/redge2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7911662068794249769.post-7781623888567890864</id><published>2007-08-07T15:50:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-12-13T10:52:29.477+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='work'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='dance'/><title type='text'>My Fave Month August!!!</title><content type='html'>It's been &lt;em&gt;almost&lt;/em&gt; a month since my computer shop - REDGE COMPUTER SOLUTIONS --opened up. And I'm really happy with the turn-out. Can you believe we're getting profits already? Yeah!!! not much but still... I was expecting that income wouldn't even be enough for the utilities. I'm really really positively GRATEFUL to everyone and anyone who helped out.. and supported me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For the update... Let's see...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We had the Shop's Blessing last June 10, 2007-- also considered the Grand Opening although we opened Monday. It's been slow for days... and it got me worried. (Worried is too mild of a word actually to describe what i've felt.) That maybe I'm doing something wrong. Maybe my customers didn't like my service. Was I nice enough? was the internet connection fast? are they comfortable? was my location hidden from the public? and all the other anxiety questions. fortunately, it's been stable now.. although slow on weekdays... we now have regular customers (mga suki!) ... I know it's gonna be fine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I TRY to wake up everyday Monday-Saturday at 6am. Eat breakfast, shower, cook meal for my lunch (baon), open up my shop before 7:30am, clean up the shop, and stay at work till 7pm. Go Home. Repeat cycle.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If it's Sunday, I can stay in bed til 9am. I open up at 10am till 4pm. But sometimes it really depends if there's any customers. I either have to open up earlier or  stay later.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shop Update Ends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THE RAT -- WHAT ABOUT THE RAT BSTFRND??? Are you referring to the big rat running around in the dining area of Jollibee Batangas? ^_^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll try to update more often. Sorry!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To make it up to all of you... Here's an energizer. I got bored one night and decided to edit my old videos. Ha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="350" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/rabqVcodzMw"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/rabqVcodzMw" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" height="350" width="425"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My birthday is coming up!!! double WOOT! ^_^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you want to see pictures from Redge Computer Solutions - from deliveries to blessing - please visit &lt;a href="http://www.lheeanne.com/greys/" target="_blank"&gt;Bstfrnd's Blog.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks for reading!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7911662068794249769-7781623888567890864?l=without-a-note.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://without-a-note.blogspot.com/feeds/7781623888567890864/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7911662068794249769&amp;postID=7781623888567890864&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7911662068794249769/posts/default/7781623888567890864'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7911662068794249769/posts/default/7781623888567890864'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://without-a-note.blogspot.com/2007/08/my-fave-month-august.html' title='My Fave Month August!!!'/><author><name>Inkee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01776581461671010271</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XZHDT0QMZ94/SaOm41T8pNI/AAAAAAAAAG4/RqlHrqDajoE/S220/redge2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7911662068794249769.post-1699560470527469340</id><published>2007-07-03T21:44:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-18T13:41:01.843+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='work'/><title type='text'>July! Oh July!</title><content type='html'>Sooo.. it's been a long while. heh! almost a month I think. I know, i know.. i said i'm gonna keep this blog updated from time to time. I lied. mwahaha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;before I start with the updates... I want to thank everyone who left comments and well wishes in this new venture i'm getting into. don't worry, i definitely want to get my bachelor's degree soon. maybe even online or night classes. but somehow in the back of my mind, i like the Bill Gates kind of background. heh!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;July-- a month after I "abruptly" or maybe "shocked" everyone around me when I decided to pursue a computer shop than my studies. Here are quick summaries of what happened last June:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;NOTE: this would be long so you better have enough time in your hands to read it! &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6/18/2007 - the search is over! finally found the place to put up my computer shop.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6/20/2007 - went to Meralco and begudgingly PAID the debts of the previous electrical user. Yes, I will deduct it from rent. Also got Barangay Clearance for my shop.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6/22/2007 - went to Lipa for DTI application. IT Squad is unavailable.. Grrr!!! I and T, get it? Inkee-Tekla? heh! but we couldn't use it. I settled for "Redge _______ ________." still cool. cuz my name is on it. ^_*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6/25/2007 - fire extinguisher was finally delivered. Bought materials for the tables. hired some people to make 3 tables plus divider and a signboard. also bought linoleum for my place.. and carried this heavy roll up to the 2nd floor.. with my mom. good thing it's only 13 meters heavy. MOST exhausting day ever! Also went to Zoning Dept.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6/26/2007 - Finally got Mayor's Permit, after going back to Zoning, Fire, Health and ENRO dept. Thanks to bestfriend's sisters working over there! it was so much easier without old ladies terrorizing me. heh!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6/27/2007 - Went to Lipa with bestfriend, upon realizing that BIR won't give me a TIN without my original birth certificate and my DTI. So after 3 hours (thank goodness!) of waiting in NSO, I finally got my birth cert. Also bought some books for record-keeping, part of the requirements.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6/28/2007 - Bought paint and stuff for my tables. i have decided that the tables should be painted... guess what, PINK! Went back to BIR, finally got my TIN! and yea, they didn't asked for my original birth certificate. how funny is that!?? I'M PEACHY! paid BIR for sole proprietorship fee and OR booklets. Finally got all requirements ready for MERALCO. Paid deposit, will get my electricity in 2-5 days. Hopefully just two!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6/29/2007 - Mom and I bought curtains. Of course, it's PINK! Then realized there's no curtain holders on the place. heh! amazingly funny. Former owner pulled out their aircon from the shop the previous day. And they also took the aircon housing, you know... the railings! Cuz it's theirs. and I'm left with a big hole on my shop. Linoleum was setup, thanks to bestfriend Tekla and Sir Rey. Yes, we carried the big roll from our apartment (2nd flr) to another building towards the 3rd floor. whooo!!! i'm losing weight from the exertion.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6/30/2007 - Bought ready-made table and drawer for myself....plus aircon from SM. Later that afternoon, the pink tables were delivered. Met up with a welder for my aircon housing. He said he'll be back monday to install it. yeah right! Oh! finally got our electricity! thanks to another one contacts of bestfriend in MERALCO. heh! I swear that woman should run as governor. ^_^ Also learned that.. okay breathe.... the room beside MY rented place taps its electricity on mine! wow! how cruel is that? but nope, no one's renting that other place.. but that's just weird. immediately asked for the tap to be disconnected.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7/02/2007 - my personal table and drawer were delivered. I tried to move it around the place by myself.. leaving a LOT of holes in my brand new linoleum. didn't leave house cuz i waited for that welder to install my housing. he texted later that day that he couldn't come in, he'll be installing it TOMORROW.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Back to present.. Tuesday!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7/03/2007 - Hah! i got tired all over again from telling all those stuff. anyway.. so now i'm just waiting for my BIR documents, the delivery of my aircon, computers, and STILL waiting for that WELDER to install my housing. it's been two days.. and he's making all the lame excuses to not install it. Grr... he totally ruined my day! he keeps on saying he'll come in soon.. then after hours later of waiting for him, he'll make another excuse. I swear... PEOPLE, don't hire anyone named Arnold. he takes the downpayment... but doesn't have the professionalism to act out his promises. if you can read this Arnold, I hate you right now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess my ranting ends with Arnold. that's it folks!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7911662068794249769-1699560470527469340?l=without-a-note.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://without-a-note.blogspot.com/feeds/1699560470527469340/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7911662068794249769&amp;postID=1699560470527469340&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7911662068794249769/posts/default/1699560470527469340'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7911662068794249769/posts/default/1699560470527469340'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://without-a-note.blogspot.com/2007/07/july-oh-july.html' title='July! Oh July!'/><author><name>Inkee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01776581461671010271</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XZHDT0QMZ94/SaOm41T8pNI/AAAAAAAAAG4/RqlHrqDajoE/S220/redge2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7911662068794249769.post-6723159165720205060</id><published>2007-06-09T21:46:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-10T12:28:49.687+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Heat of June</title><content type='html'>Wow.. it's June already.. it's been awhile I guess... but I'm back. What can I say, these past few days have kept me busy with school stuff... or NOT!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After Summer passed and I realized I once again got a 2.0 grade from an annoying instructor, I decided to shift to a different course. Alright, maybe I'm bitter at that instructor and some others but my decision wasn't entirely on what they did. Or maybe yes. I expected so much from them... from the faculty, from the school, even from the classmates and other things... and it ended up with me being frustrated. Knowing there's nothing I can do I thought shifting would be the best option, I'll have quality education and I'll get a grade that I truly deserved. I turned my attention to Engineering. Yep, heard that right! So after a few days and after persuading some classmates of mine to do the same, I was on my way. I prepared clearance, grades, papers for shifters, etc. After waiting a day and a half at school to get my subjects evaluated, I realized I have 23 units to take. And almost half of it, I thought was supposed to be credited but they didn't. Some are a few units short and some description doesn't EXACTLY match. So I have to retake every single math, physics and physical education. Right at the very basic. Gah! Not to mention I'm back to first year! *sigh* Nothing wrong there. Except...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I decided to put up my own business at the same time. Like.. RIGHT NOW. So in my head, I can do this both right? Since I'm going to be an irregular student since I'm a shifter... I can juggle my studies AND business just like that. Easy for me to formulate. But realization hits me. I'm putting my very first business venture and I have to be there 100%. I know it's crazy..I AM CRAZY... who do I expect to manage it for me when I'm not there? well.. no one. silly me. Don't ask me now... I guess I wasn't thinking or maybe I'm high when I didn't consider it. Who will watch over my business when I'm at school, wrecking nerves on math? Oh sure, I'll just hire an employee. I'm like giving a complete stranger my pot of gold. I'm gonna start a business when I can't even focus entirely on it. GAH! however you look at it, it's suicide! I guess it was safer if I just dug a hole and bury my money on it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;now comes the confusion....I have to choose: should I continue my studies or pursue my business? Heck, I guess this is how it feels when you're in love with two guys and you can't let go of either one of them. hahaha! XD goshhh... my head hurts just thinking about it.. plus the sleepless nights and countless mornings when I just wake up and ask myself... which one, which one?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After considering everything.. and only getting a bigger headache...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I woke up one day and thought of.... QUITTING school. yes... goodbye engineering. As much as I hate it... considering all the times I've dreamed of walking towards the stage at my graduation day.... being called engineer five years from now.... joining the university's dance company... doing my OJT in Japan... designing AI gadgets.... and a lot others... I have to let go of it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have been dreaming of having my own business.... and it was waaaaaayy back before I decided to pursue a Bachelor's Degree. I want to prove that I am serious on this new venture and I want to manage it full-time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I still want to finish my studies... in the future.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But this time... I'll concentrate first on my computer shop. Right now, I'm currently busy with business stuff papers and permits whatever. Thank Goodness my bestfriend is always there to help me. I haven't told my family yet... just my Mom. She's been supportive so far... and I hope it stays that way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;someone please tell me I'm doing this right....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7911662068794249769-6723159165720205060?l=without-a-note.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://without-a-note.blogspot.com/feeds/6723159165720205060/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7911662068794249769&amp;postID=6723159165720205060&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7911662068794249769/posts/default/6723159165720205060'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7911662068794249769/posts/default/6723159165720205060'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://without-a-note.blogspot.com/2007/06/heat-of-june.html' title='The Heat of June'/><author><name>Inkee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01776581461671010271</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XZHDT0QMZ94/SaOm41T8pNI/AAAAAAAAAG4/RqlHrqDajoE/S220/redge2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7911662068794249769.post-2566887125385413433</id><published>2007-05-24T21:55:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-12-06T14:38:41.772+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='poetry'/><title type='text'>Because I'm Numb</title><content type='html'>I'm feeling crappy tonight so don't read this entry if you don't like angst.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;~ o ~ o ~ o ~ o ~ o&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know how you could make me feel this way,&lt;br /&gt;It's strange how you could get through me,&lt;br /&gt;The way you twist the dagger through this heart,&lt;br /&gt;And still you'd be the one crying in the dark.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I never asked to be the victim of this plot.&lt;br /&gt;Yet you gave me the role,&lt;br /&gt;And then you take it back.&lt;br /&gt;Switch it around, let me be the cause.&lt;br /&gt;I'll be the monster in your life,&lt;br /&gt;You'd be the angel in mine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know what I should feel.&lt;br /&gt;I should hate you now,&lt;br /&gt;But still I'm here.&lt;br /&gt;I could hate you for all the things we've said,&lt;br /&gt;But I could hate you now,&lt;br /&gt;And still be by your side when this day ends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I shouldn't worry about you,&lt;br /&gt;Or wonder if you miss me too.&lt;br /&gt;I shouldn't feel anything for you,&lt;br /&gt;Not even a single emotion,&lt;br /&gt;Not one close.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You have messed with my head,&lt;br /&gt;I want to hate you so bad,&lt;br /&gt;Yet all I could do is hate myself.&lt;br /&gt;I want to rip this heart,&lt;br /&gt;I want to leave this brain.&lt;br /&gt;I don't want any piece of me,&lt;br /&gt;For all of it is part of you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In this night, sanity don't leave me.&lt;br /&gt;I have come to ask for you,&lt;br /&gt;But you never heard my plea.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It wouldn't matter if these tears shed,&lt;br /&gt;It wouldn't help if I break into pieces.&lt;br /&gt;Still you wouldn't hear me cry,&lt;br /&gt;Still you couldn't make it right.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's so many things I wish I could say,&lt;br /&gt;Yet so many more things that are better left unsaid.&lt;br /&gt;I shouldn't feel this pain for you,&lt;br /&gt;For when tomorrow breaks,&lt;br /&gt;there'd be nothing else left.&lt;br /&gt;There'd be no more you and me to hate.&lt;br /&gt;There would be no more us, no more we.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can hear all the words you've said,&lt;br /&gt;But then I'll pretend that I never comprehend.&lt;br /&gt;You'll go on with your life,&lt;br /&gt;thinking I've never cared.&lt;br /&gt;And I'll keep on moving,&lt;br /&gt;Denying all the hurt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't look back now on me,&lt;br /&gt;For I am afraid to see those eyes with pity.&lt;br /&gt;I never wanted any of your sympathy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Once this emotions get the best of me,&lt;br /&gt;Don't even believe a word I say.&lt;br /&gt;Don't think I couldn't go on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just when I though I am numb enough to feel the pain,&lt;br /&gt;A single tear escapes and mocks my state.&lt;br /&gt;How dare you little thing to rock my world,&lt;br /&gt;Telling me I'm vulnerable,&lt;br /&gt;Telling me that I could still get hurt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;~ o ~ o ~ o ~ o ~ o&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;A QUICK REMINDER:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you want to use this piece--either in full or part--please let me know and give 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Better yet, link back to this blog.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7911662068794249769-2566887125385413433?l=without-a-note.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://without-a-note.blogspot.com/feeds/2566887125385413433/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7911662068794249769&amp;postID=2566887125385413433&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7911662068794249769/posts/default/2566887125385413433'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7911662068794249769/posts/default/2566887125385413433'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://without-a-note.blogspot.com/2007/05/because-im-numb.html' title='Because I&apos;m Numb'/><author><name>Inkee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01776581461671010271</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XZHDT0QMZ94/SaOm41T8pNI/AAAAAAAAAG4/RqlHrqDajoE/S220/redge2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7911662068794249769.post-1505273311690082936</id><published>2007-05-22T15:48:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-12-13T10:39:49.475+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='foods'/><title type='text'>Latest Quest</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;A few days ago I've decided to cook another filipino dish for my mom. Apparently, since that day I cooked that Adobo I was bitten by the cooking-bug. So I was back at the SM grocery store contemplating on what dish I should do next. I have chicken on my mind... like I always do when my BFF suggested "Caldereta." I have never ever done that dish in my life ever! I mean with Adobo, Sinigang and Pineapple Chicken, I have at least watched some relatives or friends when they're cooking. But Caldereta??? It was totally new to me. So since both me and my bestfriend don't really know how to cook.. we have to ask some older people in the place as to the ingredients and all that. As soon as I got home... I instantly googled the recipe and was surprise that the pictures looked like Afritada or Mechado... cuz it has tomato paste on it. I didn't know that there should be tomato sauce.. h3ck, I didn't even know you put liver spread on it. So I put off the cooking til the next day since I didn't have the ingredients. After a quick grocery stop... and a couple of hours later....well...well.... here's the finished product.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5067290955257866754" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_XZHDT0QMZ94/RlKiRrGx6gI/AAAAAAAAABM/RMW-kkrmlOA/s320/caldereta.jpg" border="0" /&gt;Even I was surprised that it tasted like a real Caldereta.... cuz REALLY it looks like Afritada to me. ^_^ But oh well... what a better way to end dinner with a little bit of this... courtesy of bestfriend. My fave Indian Mango... Yum!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5067291852906031634" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_XZHDT0QMZ94/RlKjF7Gx6hI/AAAAAAAAABU/cC3mzombqkQ/s320/mangga.jpg" border="0" /&gt;And so... there ends my little "chef" moment. I'm out of budget now so I have to wait til next month for my next conquest... til next time!!! I'm getting hungry just by looking at the pictures. Gotta Go and eat, eat, eat! &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7911662068794249769-1505273311690082936?l=without-a-note.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://without-a-note.blogspot.com/feeds/1505273311690082936/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7911662068794249769&amp;postID=1505273311690082936&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7911662068794249769/posts/default/1505273311690082936'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7911662068794249769/posts/default/1505273311690082936'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://without-a-note.blogspot.com/2007/05/latest-quest.html' title='Latest Quest'/><author><name>Inkee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01776581461671010271</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XZHDT0QMZ94/SaOm41T8pNI/AAAAAAAAAG4/RqlHrqDajoE/S220/redge2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_XZHDT0QMZ94/RlKiRrGx6gI/AAAAAAAAABM/RMW-kkrmlOA/s72-c/caldereta.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7911662068794249769.post-5033467335334300455</id><published>2007-05-19T23:41:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-11-11T10:59:02.133+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Bestfriend-sary!</title><content type='html'>Isn't it sweet, isn't it grand?&lt;br /&gt;After all these times,&lt;br /&gt;we're still struggling through hand-in-hand.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Couldn't get any better,&lt;br /&gt;Sharing what we now have&lt;br /&gt;This life couldn't be brighter,&lt;br /&gt;Once your eyes speak out your smile&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Many times I've thought of it,&lt;br /&gt;How much I've never deserved all this&lt;br /&gt;How much you make me feel,&lt;br /&gt;Just to know you're always there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~ o ~ o ~ o ~ o ~ o&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I thought I'd write something &lt;i&gt;profound and heart-warming&lt;/i&gt; for my bestfriend... hmm.. Forget it! I'll just write something.... still dedicated to my "bestfriend forever" Mwahaha! hope you'll like it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;~ o ~ o ~ o ~ o ~ o &lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Poem Removed. If you want to read my tagalog entry.&lt;br /&gt;Please click &lt;a href="http://getting-to-know.blogspot.com/2007/11/tula-tulaan-daw.html" target="_blank"&gt;HERE.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~ o ~ o ~ o ~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;A QUICK REMINDER:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you want to use this piece--either in full or part--please let me know and give proper credit to the author. Better yet, link back to this blog.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7911662068794249769-5033467335334300455?l=without-a-note.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://without-a-note.blogspot.com/feeds/5033467335334300455/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7911662068794249769&amp;postID=5033467335334300455&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7911662068794249769/posts/default/5033467335334300455'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7911662068794249769/posts/default/5033467335334300455'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://without-a-note.blogspot.com/2007/05/happy-bestfriend-sary.html' title='Happy Bestfriend-sary!'/><author><name>Inkee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01776581461671010271</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XZHDT0QMZ94/SaOm41T8pNI/AAAAAAAAAG4/RqlHrqDajoE/S220/redge2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7911662068794249769.post-2470920156855090289</id><published>2007-05-17T20:48:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-17T21:12:20.109+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Bio Sketch</title><content type='html'>So... 5 days... I'm breaking records and surprising myself. Although there is nothing new with me right now... (except for exams) I have an idea on how I'll maintain this site.. but that's in the future... like.. probably months from now. BUT... without further ramblings... I present another one of my works. This is my attempt at creating somebody's biography.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Guess who's my subject?!?!?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;~ o ~ o ~ o ~ o ~ o&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Somebody was calling my name and as I stirred on my bed, I heard that same voice again. I grunted, not knowing how to respond. It was too early to process such things anyway. Then the sound got louder, “What time is your class?” I finally recognized the voice of my mama. Oftentimes I get annoyed when I’m disturbed of my sleep. But I know she mean well, just like she always does.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was five when dad left home to work abroad. All seven of us siblings were left under our mom’s care. We didn’t have much in life, even my dad’s plane ticket was an additional debt. But my mom has her own way of making it better for all of us. She became a dealer of different companies, some are for beauty products and then there’s another for kitchenware. Sometimes it helps but oftentimes it’s never enough. So she would sell handicrafts, make accessories like hair clips or headbands, knit tablecloths, and pack peanuts or chocolate balls and sell it for a peso each. Of all the people I’ve known, my mom is definitely one with the strongest personality. If you happen to meet her, you will never forget about her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(writer's note: I omitted personal stuff here)...University, and that is also where she met her future husband. She was 26 when she married my dad. We used to have a small store where the family earns a living. But after a tragic fire tore it down, my dad decided to work in Guam. Ever since then my mom played a very active role in our lives.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In all the schools we’ve attended, I guess Mama was more popular than her children. She was part of the Parents-Teachers Association, and she’s always visible at our school office. If you did something wrong to any one of her children, you’ll have to brace yourself for what you’ve got yourself into. She confronts them all, and she expects us—her children—to act accordingly. Almost all of us siblings are honor students, and even in my young mind I knew that it’s the only thing we can do in order to compensate for all the hardships our mama did for us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In our hometown, she was also fairly popular. I guess it’s safe to say that she’s friendly. Or rather, she has a great public relations skill that everyone knows about her. She is well-respected even though she’s not a government official. And even if people wanted her to be, she always answers that joining such things only causes headaches. As always, there’s a price to pay for being well-known. Some resentful neighbors would start gossips here and there. But being the resolute that she is, she always fights for what is just and is always ready to defend her family. She’s made enough enemies as much as friends, but it doesn’t get her down. If she can help it, she never lets us see her break down and cry. Once I overheard a conversation she’d had with a friend and she mentioned that she’s “trying to be strong for her children… only for the sake of her children.” Whatever argument she’s been in, she always lets us know. For she wants us to do the same, to let each other be aware of what’s happening and learn to “help each other out…for nobody else will.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another fascinating trait about my mama is that she’s also very funny, and silly. Even in the most trying times, she could still find funny things to talk about. Maybe it’s one of those things that balance her out. Why give your enemies the satisfaction of seeing you suffering, if you can let them suffer by merely smiling?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Suddenly I’m pulled out of my dream as I heard the clashing of the pans in the kitchen. I heard that voice again, “…why can’t you get up early and at least help out your mother with the chores before going to school?” I quickly got up and now having second thoughts if I should still get out of my room or lock myself in. I really hate it when this side of her shows up, she can talk for hours and it’s going to be a countdown of all the things I’ve failed to do. I just keep quiet all throughout, and inside my head I’m praying that she’ll get tired soon. Like I have predicted, she calms down anyway after not getting any reactions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just like any mothers, mama puts her family first before anything. She is definitely a strict parent but she’s doing it for our own good. What might have happened to us—her 7 “angels”—if she hadn’t been so strict? I can’t even imagine. We may not have the perfect life, but we have our mama to thank for that we have grown up to be who we are today. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~ o ~ o ~ o ~ o ~ o&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;LIKE IT? HATE IT?&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt; Let me know and I'll break your neck... of course I'm Just Kidding! I appreciate all comments... good and bad... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Thank you for reading!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7911662068794249769-2470920156855090289?l=without-a-note.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://without-a-note.blogspot.com/feeds/2470920156855090289/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7911662068794249769&amp;postID=2470920156855090289&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7911662068794249769/posts/default/2470920156855090289'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7911662068794249769/posts/default/2470920156855090289'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://without-a-note.blogspot.com/2007/05/bio-sketch.html' title='Bio Sketch'/><author><name>Inkee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01776581461671010271</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XZHDT0QMZ94/SaOm41T8pNI/AAAAAAAAAG4/RqlHrqDajoE/S220/redge2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7911662068794249769.post-5453162140927758096</id><published>2007-05-12T21:22:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-12-13T10:41:54.130+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='foods'/><title type='text'>Bring In The Heat</title><content type='html'>"Out of the frying pan... and into my skin. Nothing hurts like a boiling oil! Ouch!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay.. it's 9pm.. and I just finished dinner with fam. It's been--I guess--weeks, since my mom came home from the US of A and ever since then, I've become a cook. I don't know where that responsibility came from but it just happened. Suddenly I'm the "Iron Chef" of the fam.. and I enjoy the role... much to my--what's the right word--amazement. Mind you, I've never really cooked a decent filipino cuisine before. Being a college stud, my menu consists only of pancit canton, maggi noodles, tuna, hotdogs or eggs. I can live on that. H3ck, I can even live with just bread alone. As long as it's one of those super-soft-i-want-to-pinch-it-cute Gardenia bread. YUM! Anyway, back to my topic. So there, knowing my background, I didn't really expect that I'd be this eager to cook for my mom. It first started when my mom was about to arrive.. and I wanted to surprise her. So the night before her arrival I cooked the world-famous "Adobo." I used chicken, cuz I LOVE CHICKEN. And it's not like any ordinary adobo... Redge's Style Adobo. It's the sweet kind! My bestfriend even said it tasted like "Humba" or Sugar-Braised Pork--another popular dish. But it tasted GREAT! so fine by me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5063686995200676242" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_XZHDT0QMZ94/RkXUflqzkZI/AAAAAAAAAA8/zc4n_K7vjwI/s320/adobo.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Then yesterday I cooked another dish, "Sinigang"--a soup dish with tamarind base--because my younger sis is coming over. I used pork this time... eventhough I REALLY wanted to use chicken. Violent reactions from my mom and bestfriend, made me do it. They said chicken isn't really the best choice for such dish. And after asking a few tips from my BFF, I finally did it! And yes! It tasted like a real "sinigang." Both my sis and mom were quite surprised... "You know how to cook!" they both said. And I just shrugged it off, but I was jumping inside. ^_^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And tonight, my latest quest was "Pininyahang Manok." My mom arrived home and we don't have anything to eat. I was caught up again with the internet so I didn't notice the time. So I quickly grab the chicken from our fridge... didn't know what to do with it. I couldn't fry it cuz it wasn't marinated yet... then I saw a pineapple chunk. And that's where it all started... I quickly search through the internet for the recipe... and after browsing different recipes... I just took what's available in our cupboard and took it from there... and after an hour---I think?!!?--it was all ready. Ha! My finished product:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5063687141229564322" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_XZHDT0QMZ94/RkXUoFqzkaI/AAAAAAAAABE/96QkIz4-Oyo/s320/pinya.jpg" border="0" /&gt;Take note of that "heart-shaped rice"!!!! YOU HAVE TO acknowledge it! hahaha! I thought it was cute! XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Once again my mom said... "so you can really cook... maybe you should put up a carinderia." I think my sis was trying to defend me when she said.. "Carinderia &lt;i&gt;lang?&lt;/i&gt;." I kept quiet throughout. And so the three of us sat down and ate.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They started complaining that they're eating too much. We ran out of rice so I was forced to eat just a small portion... they said I have to eat. But I just smirked and answered, "I'm happy enough to see you two eating heartily. And knowing that you'll be heavier than me." Then we all broke into laughter.&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/7911662068794249769-5453162140927758096?l=without-a-note.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://without-a-note.blogspot.com/feeds/5453162140927758096/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7911662068794249769&amp;postID=5453162140927758096&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7911662068794249769/posts/default/5453162140927758096'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7911662068794249769/posts/default/5453162140927758096'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://without-a-note.blogspot.com/2007/05/iron-chef.html' title='Bring In The Heat'/><author><name>Inkee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01776581461671010271</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XZHDT0QMZ94/SaOm41T8pNI/AAAAAAAAAG4/RqlHrqDajoE/S220/redge2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_XZHDT0QMZ94/RkXUflqzkZI/AAAAAAAAAA8/zc4n_K7vjwI/s72-c/adobo.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7911662068794249769.post-1614478214424404728</id><published>2007-05-08T19:12:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-12T22:56:52.393+08:00</updated><title type='text'>A New Beginning</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Why start now?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nobody told me that this is going to be a tedious job... *sigh* So, right now... I'm basically starting my very own blog. The very first one I intend to update. lol. I already have my own template... but having a background in HTML design &amp;amp; stuff, I just can't keep my hands off from the coding.. I HAVE TO customize every little thing... until it suits my taste.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I REALLY have no idea how I'd be able to maintain this. I thought I'd just post my literary works--old and new ones. I know they are not the best ones but I do enjoy writing them... and it'd be nice if people can critique it. BUT.. umm.. who knows.. I might post things about myself... and FOR ONCE will not BE afraid to share it to the world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Until then... Enjoy your stay... please feel free to leave comments on how I could improve this BLOG.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7911662068794249769-1614478214424404728?l=without-a-note.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://without-a-note.blogspot.com/feeds/1614478214424404728/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7911662068794249769&amp;postID=1614478214424404728&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7911662068794249769/posts/default/1614478214424404728'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7911662068794249769/posts/default/1614478214424404728'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://without-a-note.blogspot.com/2007/05/new-beginning.html' title='A New Beginning'/><author><name>Inkee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01776581461671010271</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XZHDT0QMZ94/SaOm41T8pNI/AAAAAAAAAG4/RqlHrqDajoE/S220/redge2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7911662068794249769.post-6195530411346634845</id><published>2007-05-04T15:51:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-12-06T14:35:54.789+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='poetry'/><title type='text'>Mad About Love</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"Chronicles of Love"&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is the first time I would fall on my knee,&lt;br /&gt;This would be the last time I would cry for thee.&lt;br /&gt;I would run up and follow you,&lt;br /&gt;Till you tell me to leave&lt;br /&gt;I would summon all the courage,&lt;br /&gt;To let you know how I feel&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Friendship was it? Friendship indeed&lt;br /&gt;Whoever wanted friendship if it’s love you need?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You may have noticed by the way that I stare,&lt;br /&gt;But you will never know that pain that is real.&lt;br /&gt;Everytime I’m near, you try to walk away.&lt;br /&gt;All because of my foolishness,&lt;br /&gt;To let you know how I feel.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I’m not a poet, but a thousand poems I’ll write,&lt;br /&gt;If it would move you to love me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Please don’t hate me,&lt;br /&gt;If I chose to be beside you&lt;br /&gt;I never asked for this feeling,&lt;br /&gt;Somehow I’ve let go&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hush now, my troubled heart and cease the beating&lt;br /&gt;What more can I do, if your heart has been taken?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As lonely now as I may be,&lt;br /&gt;I refuse to ignore that it’s you I need.&lt;br /&gt;And I would swear by the sky and seas,&lt;br /&gt;That I would love thee till you fall for ME&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~ o ~ o ~ o ~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;A QUICK REMINDER:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you want to use this piece--either in full or part--please let me know and give proper credit to the author. Better yet, link back to this blog.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7911662068794249769-6195530411346634845?l=without-a-note.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://without-a-note.blogspot.com/feeds/6195530411346634845/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7911662068794249769&amp;postID=6195530411346634845&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7911662068794249769/posts/default/6195530411346634845'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7911662068794249769/posts/default/6195530411346634845'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://without-a-note.blogspot.com/2007/05/chronicles-of-love.html' title='Mad About Love'/><author><name>Inkee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01776581461671010271</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XZHDT0QMZ94/SaOm41T8pNI/AAAAAAAAAG4/RqlHrqDajoE/S220/redge2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry></feed>
