<?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-3270586719315073889</id><updated>2011-07-28T22:25:07.447-07:00</updated><category term='anniv'/><category term='graduation'/><category term='hurt'/><category term='books'/><category term='aftermath'/><category term='later'/><category term='Tanglin'/><category term='4 days'/><category term='projects'/><category term='none'/><category term='stupidity'/><category term='you'/><category term='aunt'/><category term='seventeen'/><category term='aljunied'/><category term='28th monthsary'/><category term='orchard'/><category term='goodbye'/><category term='shift'/><category term='twenty nine'/><category term='hilton'/><category term='jas'/><category term='complicated'/><category term='it away'/><category term='slack'/><category term='IHRM'/><category term='2008'/><category term='adeek'/><category term='DRRRIINNNKK'/><category term='18'/><category term='twenty one'/><category term='iloveyou'/><category term='bestfriend'/><category term='thirteen'/><category term='grr'/><category term='haha'/><category term='haircut'/><category term='bored'/><category term='him'/><category term='throw'/><category term='jaded'/><category term='sooner'/><category term='clueless'/><category term='dead'/><category term='company'/><category term='rawr'/><category term='SM project'/><category term='fixed'/><category term='scu'/><category term='khris'/><category term='philli.'/><category term='it&apos;ll'/><category term='mdis'/><category term='project'/><category term='monthsary'/><category term='new year 2009'/><title type='text'>anewbeginning</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lettersandpictures.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3270586719315073889/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lettersandpictures.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>mylife</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10838216970561125392</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1johsh9TM4U/SRSHDVuXccI/AAAAAAAAAD8/QyueqPpGvDY/S220/05-07-07_0725.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>84</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3270586719315073889.post-6717164998163849553</id><published>2009-10-16T02:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-16T02:35:45.126-07:00</updated><title type='text'>YOU.</title><content type='html'>&lt;i&gt;She may not be thinking about you every second of the day, but she will give you a part of her that she knows you can break - HER HEART&lt;/i&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3270586719315073889-6717164998163849553?l=lettersandpictures.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lettersandpictures.blogspot.com/feeds/6717164998163849553/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3270586719315073889&amp;postID=6717164998163849553&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3270586719315073889/posts/default/6717164998163849553'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3270586719315073889/posts/default/6717164998163849553'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lettersandpictures.blogspot.com/2009/10/you.html' title='YOU.'/><author><name>mylife</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10838216970561125392</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1johsh9TM4U/SRSHDVuXccI/AAAAAAAAAD8/QyueqPpGvDY/S220/05-07-07_0725.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3270586719315073889.post-5778105674450905327</id><published>2009-09-24T18:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-24T19:55:32.283-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Friday morning.</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;LLLOONNNGGG TIIIMMMEE&lt;/strong&gt; didn't update my bllloooggg. Lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh well. I have so much to blog about but it was all &lt;u&gt;piled up&lt;/u&gt; behind my mind that I wasn't able to remember each of them. Hehe. I think I'll just break it down into... categories? Rawr. Kay but before that watch the video below. :p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/qFjP-OJ7Bh4&amp;amp;hl=" width="320" height="265" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" allowscriptaccess="always" fs="1&amp;amp;"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;HAHAH. &lt;em&gt;Cute&lt;/em&gt; right? I got that song from one of my colleague. Heh. Their bodies were aaallll similar and their moves were so petite and demure! *Glam sings: "&lt;em&gt;I want nobody, nobody but you&lt;/em&gt;....." HAHAHA. Kay fcuk that was so &lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;ggaaayyy&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alright I'll give you an update.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;WORK&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Hmm.. Work's been very tiring in the ass, man. Though I enjoy my work, its really inconvenient. Tss. BBBOOO! Dx And actually &lt;em&gt;it's not that worth it&lt;/em&gt;. HAHA. Shyyt. But anyway, no choice. I have to gain an experience. (Wt??) Thankfully, &lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;I am off today&lt;/span&gt;. YAY. Anyways, My work mates and I had a lil gathering (again) at Kallang. I think those were the best part of my work. Getting free alcohol. HAHAHAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5385230518131217362" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1johsh9TM4U/Srwun8LN09I/AAAAAAAAAJo/LopXYqLpw08/s320/2_779495735l.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5385230784605144354" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1johsh9TM4U/Srwu3c3jRSI/AAAAAAAAAJw/wl34aLbmJpM/s320/2_255580619l.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5385231140759922770" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1johsh9TM4U/SrwvMLpd6FI/AAAAAAAAAJ4/msQd0oOjsQk/s320/2_457370065l.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5385231649671031058" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1johsh9TM4U/SrwvpzfVKRI/AAAAAAAAAKA/gLB2mv-rkC4/s320/2_486877419l.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;FAMILY&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Uhh. I just sent my lil sis in school just now. Bitch it's tiring! HAHA. Dad's back again from CCHHIINNNAA. Dried apricot, apples, and China foods come to momma! :D Eh, my mom bought me &lt;span style="color:#663333;"&gt;mooncake&lt;/span&gt; last night! It was damn nice! I finished 4. Heh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330099;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;MYSELF &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;Am I blogging about me already?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;FRIENDS&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;HAPPY BIRTHDAY ELLLLAAAA&lt;/span&gt;!!!!!!! Wow bitch, &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;you're legal&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;. HAHAH. My advice? Don't abuse your "being legal". HAHAHAHA. Love you Ella! See you later! :))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;BABY BOY&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;HAHA. Baby boy. Wondering who? ALAMAK! Of course la! (-.- Singlish. Peace out Singaporeans! :]) &lt;strong&gt;It's my babe&lt;/strong&gt;! :)) Well, things between us are getting better. There were still frequent fights though. :) But it's fine, we're trying to work it out &lt;em&gt;naman&lt;/em&gt;. And yea whenever we're together he's getting more &lt;em&gt;makulit&lt;/em&gt; na, and I actually don't like it, I'M LOVIN IT! Hahah. &lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Khristian babe&lt;/span&gt; (haha), sorry about the other day huh. &lt;strong&gt;I MISS YOU, K&lt;/strong&gt;. Come december quick! You're gonna be &lt;strong&gt;ORD&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;u&gt;sssssoooooonnnn&lt;/u&gt;, yey! I'll see ya later, yea? And tomorrow. And on sunday. Hahah. I love you babe! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ill update you more maybe next week. With pictures. Cos the other pc is &lt;s&gt;actin bitch again&lt;/s&gt;! I cant get my pictures! :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess that would be all. I'm havin my period. UUUHHH. x'(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;handwritten on 25thSept09; 1028&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3270586719315073889-5778105674450905327?l=lettersandpictures.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lettersandpictures.blogspot.com/feeds/5778105674450905327/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3270586719315073889&amp;postID=5778105674450905327&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3270586719315073889/posts/default/5778105674450905327'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3270586719315073889/posts/default/5778105674450905327'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lettersandpictures.blogspot.com/2009/09/friday-morning.html' title='Friday morning.'/><author><name>mylife</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10838216970561125392</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1johsh9TM4U/SRSHDVuXccI/AAAAAAAAAD8/QyueqPpGvDY/S220/05-07-07_0725.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1johsh9TM4U/Srwun8LN09I/AAAAAAAAAJo/LopXYqLpw08/s72-c/2_779495735l.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3270586719315073889.post-8265312762571203137</id><published>2009-07-11T02:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-11T02:42:22.961-07:00</updated><title type='text'>shit.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I'm sick of it.. &lt;strong&gt;saya tidak suka lagi&lt;/strong&gt;..&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;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;handwritten at 17:30 ; 11July09&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3270586719315073889-8265312762571203137?l=lettersandpictures.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lettersandpictures.blogspot.com/feeds/8265312762571203137/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3270586719315073889&amp;postID=8265312762571203137&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3270586719315073889/posts/default/8265312762571203137'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3270586719315073889/posts/default/8265312762571203137'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lettersandpictures.blogspot.com/2009/07/shit.html' title='shit.'/><author><name>mylife</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10838216970561125392</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1johsh9TM4U/SRSHDVuXccI/AAAAAAAAAD8/QyueqPpGvDY/S220/05-07-07_0725.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3270586719315073889.post-8468120909253639</id><published>2009-07-09T23:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-09T23:14:24.624-07:00</updated><title type='text'>for YOU to know.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;WHAT A GIRL WANTS :) ♥WHAT &lt;strong&gt;WE WANT&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Touch her waist.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;2. Actually talk to her.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;3. Share secrets with her.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;4. &lt;span style="color:#330099;"&gt;Give her 1 of your sweatshirts&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;5. Kiss her slowly.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;6. Hug her.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;7. Hold her.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;8. Laugh with her.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;9. Invite her somewhere.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;10. Hangout with her and your friends &lt;em&gt;together&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;11. Smile with her.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;12. &lt;span style="color:#330099;"&gt;Take pictures with her&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;13. Pull her onto your lap.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;14. When she says she loves you more, deny it. Fight back.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;15. When her friends say i love her more than you, deny it. fight back and hug her tight so she can't get to her friends. it makes her feel loved.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;16. Always hug her and say hi whenever you see her.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;17. Kiss her unexpectedly.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;18. Hug her from behind around the waist.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;19. Tell her she's beautiful.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;20. &lt;strong&gt;Tell her the way you feel about her.One last thing you need to do to show her you actually do mean it&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;21. Open doors for her, walk her to her car- it makes her feel protected, plus it never hurts to act like a gentleman.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;22. Tell her she's your everything - ONLY if you mean it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;23. If it seems like there is something wrong, ask her- if she denies something being wrong, it means &lt;span style="color:#330099;"&gt;SHE DOESN'T WANT TO TALK ABOUT IT&lt;/span&gt;- &lt;em&gt;so just hug her&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;24. Make her feel loved.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;25. kiss her in front of OTHER girls you know.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;26. &lt;strong&gt;DON'T lie to her&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;27. &lt;strong&gt;DON'T cheat on her&lt;/strong&gt;!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;28. take her ANYWHERE she wants&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;29. text message or call her in the morning and tell her have a good day at work {or school}, and how much you MISS her.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;30. be there for her when ever she needs you, &amp;amp; even when she doesn't need you, just be there so she'll know that she can &lt;span style="color:#330099;"&gt;ALWAYS&lt;/span&gt; count on you.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;31. Hold her close when she's cold so she can hold YOU too.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;32. &lt;span style="color:#330099;"&gt;When you are ALONE hold her close and kiss her&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;33. Kiss her on the CHEEK; (it will give her the hint that you want to kiss her).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;34. While in the movies, put your arm around her and then she will automatically put her head on your shoulder, then lean in and tilt her chin up and kiss her LIGHTLY.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;35. Dont EVER tell her to leave even jokingly or act like you're mad. &lt;span style="color:#330099;"&gt;If she's upset, comfort her&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;36. When people make fun of her, stand up for her.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;37. Look deep into her EYES and tell her you love her.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;38. Lay down under the STARS and put her head on your chest so you can cuddle&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;39. When walking next to each other grab her HAND.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;40. When you hug her HOLD her in your arms &lt;strong&gt;as long as possible&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;41. Call or text her EVERY night to wish her SWEET DREAMS&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;42. &lt;span style="color:#330099;"&gt;COMFORT her when she cries and wipe away her tears&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;43. Take her for LONG walks at night.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;44. ALWAYS Remind her how much you love her.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;45. Sit on top of her and tell her how much u love her and then bend down to her face and kiss her while sitting on her.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;46. Rub her back&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;47. Give her your hoodie if she's cold&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;48. Write letters on her back with your finger&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;49. Let her sit on your lap&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;50. &lt;strong&gt;DON'T poke her hard&lt;/strong&gt;...but if you want to mess around &lt;span style="color:#330099;"&gt;just do it lightly&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;51. HOLD her HAND in PUBLIC.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;52. Even if she looks BAD one day tell her she's BEAUTIFUL&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;53. Keep conversations flowing...talk about anything usually they just go along with it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;54. If their hair is in their face move it out of her face and then kiss her passionately and gently.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;55. &lt;strong&gt;Surprisingly sneak up on her and hug her from behind&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;56. Kiss her in the rain.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;57. Pick her up like in The Notebook and kiss her.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;58. Slow dance with no music&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;59. Don't ignore her or be nervous around her--everything’s going to be okay&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;60. Love her, kiss her, hold her, and you'll be good to go. ♥&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;handwritten at 14:03 ; 10July09&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3270586719315073889-8468120909253639?l=lettersandpictures.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lettersandpictures.blogspot.com/feeds/8468120909253639/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3270586719315073889&amp;postID=8468120909253639&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3270586719315073889/posts/default/8468120909253639'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3270586719315073889/posts/default/8468120909253639'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lettersandpictures.blogspot.com/2009/07/for-you-to-know.html' title='for YOU to know.'/><author><name>mylife</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10838216970561125392</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1johsh9TM4U/SRSHDVuXccI/AAAAAAAAAD8/QyueqPpGvDY/S220/05-07-07_0725.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3270586719315073889.post-781392718079987731</id><published>2009-07-04T19:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-06T21:11:38.150-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Yo, drop the beat now.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;ELLA FLORESSSSS! Let's go out!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I am currently at my work right now and I feel like sleeping. I was out last night and came back home at &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;3am&lt;/span&gt; and I woke up 6:45am. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Shyyt&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Geez. I really want to sleeeeep. T_T&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways. I was browing through my Univ's site and logged on. I looked through my past projects, assignments and activities I've done. And I saw this one activity for my Communications. I forgot what the exact instruction was but it was some sort of like "About Me" in Friendster. Yea, like randomly describing yourself luuh...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And here goes my &lt;strong&gt;i-don't-know-if-it's-sensible-to-read&lt;/strong&gt; essay. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"I figured that trying to explain everything to myself on why was that or how that could be is meaningless. Some things are left to be just that. People who frustrate themselves on not accepting this natural phenomena end up in suicide or just very bitter. I’ve passed that stage. I’ve learned that loving myself (what was then, now, and will be) is as important as when men learned how to create fire.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love Khristian Benedict Gomez, and I will as if we won’t break up. I smoke. I drink. But not because I’m a lonely person but the process of chugging the alcohol then to the sudden alternation of your reality into a madness of smiles impresses me. I adore the blessings that the up above has given me. My friends and my family? They’re all so important.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My greatest fear is to believe that I am better than I am, and then allow myself to slip into a false sense of security. Which could be very dangerous. I wouldn’t lie that I was bullied back in highschool but then I learned how to protect myself and fought back. I dreamt of becoming a famous dancer before as well as a stage performer but all those dreams just turned into ashes. I dance. I cheerdanced for 7 consecutive years and was part of the school's official dance team. Yes, I also played Volleyball. Position? Was either server / libero. And I wouldn't lie, I was an ex-Taekwondo student.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I’m 18. I don’t know how to cook. I have an eating disorder. I’m a typical happy, self-destructive, alcoholic, vain, looking for whatever life has to offer and happy-go-lucky. So yes, don’t even dare tell me that you love me love me because I will just laugh at you, I wouldn’t show you though, I’m mean and I’ll pretend to love you back. And there goes my attitude&lt;/em&gt;."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAHAHA. Funny. Well but true. And that was the first time that I... well actually explained myself. And what you read was true. I was actually thinking just now whether I'll post this or not. But I posted it anyway.. Lols.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Back to work now. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3270586719315073889-781392718079987731?l=lettersandpictures.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lettersandpictures.blogspot.com/feeds/781392718079987731/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3270586719315073889&amp;postID=781392718079987731&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3270586719315073889/posts/default/781392718079987731'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3270586719315073889/posts/default/781392718079987731'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lettersandpictures.blogspot.com/2009/07/yo-drop-beat-now.html' title='Yo, drop the beat now.'/><author><name>mylife</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10838216970561125392</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1johsh9TM4U/SRSHDVuXccI/AAAAAAAAAD8/QyueqPpGvDY/S220/05-07-07_0725.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3270586719315073889.post-3193849251704782759</id><published>2009-06-30T07:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-30T08:03:04.659-07:00</updated><title type='text'>TGIT!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;T.G.I.T. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes. Thank God It's Tuesday.&lt;br /&gt;Lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got no work today. And the feeling is &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;effin gooooood&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am the type of person that doesn't like staying at home, BEFORE. But now, I prefer not to go out. I so wanted to slack around the house. &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;And that's basically what I did today&lt;/span&gt;. I woke up at 2pm, ate my lunch, watched t.v., ate again, read book, surf the internet, had my hair treatment, manicure.. pedicure.. ate again.. took a nap.. ahhh. That is what you call &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;the good life&lt;/span&gt;. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But hey, I miss studying. I am actually thinking of going back to school again. I saw this one degree course majoring in two fields offered by &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;Kaplan&lt;/span&gt; and it's interesting. But I also wanted this masteral course offered by my former school and Grenoble in France cos apart from those main subjects, &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;I can learn French too - and it's compulsory&lt;/span&gt;. :) Anyway, I guess I need to work first. Better put the thought of studying aside first. Besides, I spoke with my dad before regarding this, and he said that he's ok with my idea. So if I really wanted to study &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;na&lt;/span&gt;, I'll just tell him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just noticed that my friendster profile's damn boring. Heh. I know, very random.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;handwritten at 21:10 ; 30th June 2009&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3270586719315073889-3193849251704782759?l=lettersandpictures.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lettersandpictures.blogspot.com/feeds/3193849251704782759/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3270586719315073889&amp;postID=3193849251704782759&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3270586719315073889/posts/default/3193849251704782759'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3270586719315073889/posts/default/3193849251704782759'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lettersandpictures.blogspot.com/2009/06/tgit.html' title='TGIT!'/><author><name>mylife</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10838216970561125392</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1johsh9TM4U/SRSHDVuXccI/AAAAAAAAAD8/QyueqPpGvDY/S220/05-07-07_0725.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3270586719315073889.post-6280653206243086912</id><published>2009-06-26T08:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-26T09:20:28.626-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Tara! Let's go and drink.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;A glass of &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;Tequila Lime&lt;/span&gt; please? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Add &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 0);"&gt;Vodka Cranberry&lt;/span&gt; too. Ah, Breezer as we&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;ll&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;. Thank you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;J is for J U N E. Ok that's nonsense.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Heh. Haven't blogged for ages, yea.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The month of June was such a pain in the ass. Thank gawd its nearly July. Aye.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I actually feel very lazy to blog now. HAHA. So I guess let pictures do the talking.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1johsh9TM4U/SkTnuWd7xMI/AAAAAAAAAIA/mcDfOcAjn-k/s1600-h/foto002.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1johsh9TM4U/SkTnuWd7xMI/AAAAAAAAAIA/mcDfOcAjn-k/s320/foto002.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5351657040714122434" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1johsh9TM4U/SkTodNjP23I/AAAAAAAAAIQ/y02oLRUhJAg/s1600-h/foto012.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1johsh9TM4U/SkTodNjP23I/AAAAAAAAAIQ/y02oLRUhJAg/s320/foto012.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5351657845774343026" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1johsh9TM4U/SkToIf_SWDI/AAAAAAAAAII/YtuIMrEjYW8/s1600-h/foto011.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1johsh9TM4U/SkToIf_SWDI/AAAAAAAAAII/YtuIMrEjYW8/s320/foto011.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5351657489946531890" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Candid pictures above was taken on the first day of Phil Indp. Day.&lt;br /&gt;I was pulled out from the office and assigned down there at Plaza Sing.&lt;br /&gt;Mind you, giving out flyers was NO JOKE. x/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;The fair last for 3 days. It was exhausting. Giving out those fcuken flyers was really really tiring but its actually fun (if you're with a group of friends.) Met Billy from Smart Pinoy with Eyc and Aniel. Oh yea, the second day's guest was Ate Gay &amp;amp; this impersonator of Rene Salud. They were really funny. Their jokes were really some sort of &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;bastos&lt;/span&gt; but &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;nakakatawa&lt;/span&gt;. Third day was really crowded cos its Sunday so there were a lot of pinoys. And they were waiting for the guests &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;din kasi&lt;/span&gt;. Gretchen and Richard, I think. And &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Billy Crawford&lt;/span&gt;. Aye, he's a true definition of the word &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;gwapo&lt;/span&gt;. HAHA. So yea. Back at the booth was crowded too due to Cebu Pacific's promo fare. Sales went up really fast.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3 days of 9:30am-9pm roster. All day giving out of flyers. Going back at the booth to assist passengers. Heck. It was damn tiring.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;embed src="http://images.multiply.com/multiply/multv.swf" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" flashvars="first_video_id=glamie:video:8&amp;amp;base_uri=multiply.com&amp;amp;is_owned=1&amp;amp;security=aRap21itReRBCB6jdDBK7g" allowfullscreen="true" wmode="transparent" quality="high" width="350" height="350"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Crap video of Mona &amp;amp; Lanie on the last day of country fair.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Last week (is it last week?) was Father's day. After work, I went home to change and met my mom at Outram. Right after that we met up with my dad, siblings, Tita and Lola at Vivo. Took pictures and ate dinner. We had difficulty looking for a place to eat that time cos  it was nearly 11pm &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;na rin&lt;/span&gt;. Tried Yoshinoya - closed. Pizza Hut - closed. KFC - closed. Went back at Marche. Closed. Oh swiss food, goodbye. Unfortunately, since McDonald's is 24hrs open, we ate there. T_T&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1johsh9TM4U/SkTtL1fA4LI/AAAAAAAAAIY/tFWiQdMwsY0/s1600-h/foto014.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1johsh9TM4U/SkTtL1fA4LI/AAAAAAAAAIY/tFWiQdMwsY0/s320/foto014.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5351663044814495922" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1johsh9TM4U/SkTtzEH_6OI/AAAAAAAAAIg/oUgbm9J0FX0/s1600-h/foto019.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1johsh9TM4U/SkTtzEH_6OI/AAAAAAAAAIg/oUgbm9J0FX0/s320/foto019.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5351663718759393506" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Lots of pictures. Better check out my multiply next time.&lt;br /&gt;I'm lazy to post everything here. HAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;WORK.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Work. Work. Work. No time to go out. Save. Save. Save. The owner wants to extend our working hours during weekends until 7pm! :( If this will be implemented effectively on July, "goodluck Glam!".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;BOYFRIEND.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1johsh9TM4U/SkTyhlrSn3I/AAAAAAAAAIo/fh_C-kxzBrE/s1600-h/popoy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 186px; height: 246px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1johsh9TM4U/SkTyhlrSn3I/AAAAAAAAAIo/fh_C-kxzBrE/s320/popoy.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5351668916086284146" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I can't really tell. There were still frequent fights and I don't know if the upcoming fights will eventually lead to that expected thingy. But so far everything's alright, I think? I have an attitude problem. So whatever issue that'll come up, it'll most probably my fault.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We've been seeing maximum 5 hrs a week. And that 5 hrs is max already. Say max is 2 days. He's busy with other stuffs &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;din kasi&lt;/span&gt;. And I'm working. There's a conflict with schedule. But we're still trying to catch up with each other.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If there's a free time, go with me at Mount Faber. Let's take the Canopy walk. Once we're done, we'll see. Goodluck &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;sa &lt;/span&gt;game tomorrow. ILY.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;***&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Guess that's all. I still have to wake up early tomorrow. Hah. Same old routine. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Unless YOU go and change your mind&lt;/span&gt;. I have to go and pee now. Can't tahan anymore. Heh. Ciao.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:85%;" &gt;handwritten at 23:53 on 26th June 2009.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3270586719315073889-6280653206243086912?l=lettersandpictures.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lettersandpictures.blogspot.com/feeds/6280653206243086912/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3270586719315073889&amp;postID=6280653206243086912&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3270586719315073889/posts/default/6280653206243086912'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3270586719315073889/posts/default/6280653206243086912'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lettersandpictures.blogspot.com/2009/06/tara-lets-go-and-drink.html' title='Tara! Let&apos;s go and drink.'/><author><name>mylife</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10838216970561125392</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1johsh9TM4U/SRSHDVuXccI/AAAAAAAAAD8/QyueqPpGvDY/S220/05-07-07_0725.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1johsh9TM4U/SkTnuWd7xMI/AAAAAAAAAIA/mcDfOcAjn-k/s72-c/foto002.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3270586719315073889.post-3063122871527633230</id><published>2009-05-18T02:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-18T03:04:40.027-07:00</updated><title type='text'>UPDATE!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Today's my off day so finally, I have a chance of updating this blog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So yupp. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I am officially employed&lt;/span&gt;. LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was employed by this travel agency around town and assigned me under &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 0);"&gt;Cebu Pacific&lt;/span&gt; as a Ticketing Officer. Well so far, I am &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;enjoying&lt;/span&gt; my job. Work climate is OK as well as my workmates. The thing that I don't like is that work time is a bit &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;inconvenient&lt;/span&gt;. 10hrs during weekdays and 8 hrs during weekends. I work 6 days a week and so far my off day is either Monday or Tuesday (yes, I work Sats &amp;amp; Suns). But it's ok. I can still catch up with him &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;naman&lt;/span&gt;. However, I heard that on June, there would be a &lt;u&gt;possibility&lt;/u&gt; that we won't be having an off day cos we'll be busy organising this particular event for Independence Day. Crap. Why is the owner too attached with DOT?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyhoo. I only need an experience. Hahah. I won't be working there permanently. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Apparently, I am supposed to meet Aniel and Paul today. However we all felt lazy. And I need to do something &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;pa&lt;/span&gt;. And oh, I just discovered that my ex-class/batch mate at Bridget is here in Singapore! HAHA. Went here as a tourist and is trying her luck to find a job. Hee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's all I can post today. Cos my life's been&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt; seriously&lt;/span&gt; focusing on two things:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;My work&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;and You.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;That's all! &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Time to relax&lt;/span&gt;. Ciao.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;handwritten on 18th of May; 6:02pm&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3270586719315073889-3063122871527633230?l=lettersandpictures.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lettersandpictures.blogspot.com/feeds/3063122871527633230/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3270586719315073889&amp;postID=3063122871527633230&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3270586719315073889/posts/default/3063122871527633230'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3270586719315073889/posts/default/3063122871527633230'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lettersandpictures.blogspot.com/2009/05/update.html' title='UPDATE!'/><author><name>mylife</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10838216970561125392</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1johsh9TM4U/SRSHDVuXccI/AAAAAAAAAD8/QyueqPpGvDY/S220/05-07-07_0725.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3270586719315073889.post-4414046850552040434</id><published>2009-05-05T08:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-05T08:27:30.278-07:00</updated><title type='text'>downgraded.</title><content type='html'>&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-style: italic; color: rgb(153, 102, 51);"&gt;Please help me believe again, will you?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/br&gt;&lt;/br&gt;&lt;/br&gt;&lt;/br&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3270586719315073889-4414046850552040434?l=lettersandpictures.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lettersandpictures.blogspot.com/feeds/4414046850552040434/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3270586719315073889&amp;postID=4414046850552040434&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3270586719315073889/posts/default/4414046850552040434'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3270586719315073889/posts/default/4414046850552040434'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lettersandpictures.blogspot.com/2009/05/downgraded.html' title='downgraded.'/><author><name>mylife</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10838216970561125392</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1johsh9TM4U/SRSHDVuXccI/AAAAAAAAAD8/QyueqPpGvDY/S220/05-07-07_0725.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3270586719315073889.post-615019691144329983</id><published>2009-04-30T05:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-01T05:20:45.418-07:00</updated><title type='text'>consumes</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When we are struck at without a reason, we should strike&lt;br /&gt;back again very hard; I am sure we should - &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;so hard&lt;/span&gt; as&lt;br /&gt;to teach the person who struck us &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;never do it again&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;- Charlotte Bronte, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Fane Eyre&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;T&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;hese violent delights have violent ends&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;And in their triumph die, like fire and powder,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Which, as they kiss, consume.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Romeo and Juliet, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Act II&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Sc&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;ene VI&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1johsh9TM4U/SfmiT0yJRFI/AAAAAAAAAH4/ncHVEM02CRo/s1600-h/I_imagine_a_vintage_world_by_sylmoon.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 263px; height: 197px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1johsh9TM4U/SfmiT0yJRFI/AAAAAAAAAH4/ncHVEM02CRo/s320/I_imagine_a_vintage_world_by_sylmoon.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5330470095439873106" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3270586719315073889-615019691144329983?l=lettersandpictures.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lettersandpictures.blogspot.com/feeds/615019691144329983/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3270586719315073889&amp;postID=615019691144329983&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3270586719315073889/posts/default/615019691144329983'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3270586719315073889/posts/default/615019691144329983'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lettersandpictures.blogspot.com/2009/04/consumes.html' title='consumes'/><author><name>mylife</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10838216970561125392</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1johsh9TM4U/SRSHDVuXccI/AAAAAAAAAD8/QyueqPpGvDY/S220/05-07-07_0725.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1johsh9TM4U/SfmiT0yJRFI/AAAAAAAAAH4/ncHVEM02CRo/s72-c/I_imagine_a_vintage_world_by_sylmoon.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3270586719315073889.post-6983000145293237403</id><published>2009-04-27T03:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-28T01:20:34.297-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Sunday.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1johsh9TM4U/Sfa73LF6IXI/AAAAAAAAAHw/2vnlFdPUCr4/s1600-h/spaceball.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 1px; height: 1px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1johsh9TM4U/Sfa73LF6IXI/AAAAAAAAAHw/2vnlFdPUCr4/s320/spaceball.gif" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5329653765584331122" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1johsh9TM4U/SfWOQG7IH1I/AAAAAAAAAHo/Ey-vWZb5zjg/s1600-h/DSCN1295.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1johsh9TM4U/SfWOQG7IH1I/AAAAAAAAAHo/Ey-vWZb5zjg/s320/DSCN1295.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5329322141450510162" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;ul style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;li&gt;Dad's been back. :))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Two weeks&lt;/span&gt;? Oh man, it's waaaayyy too long, man.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I had a &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;date&lt;/span&gt; with my guardian yesterday. HAHA. See that picture above? Yeah, she was my date for the day. LOLs. Screw that rain. Urr. Oh well. We went at &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 153);"&gt;Bugis&lt;/span&gt; &amp;amp; &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 153);"&gt;Vivo City&lt;/span&gt;. "Vai-vo." That's how you pronounce Vivo. HAHAHA. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Took loads of &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;pictures&lt;/span&gt; again. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Jokes&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Gossip. Gossip. Secrets&lt;/span&gt;. Did I mention &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;pictures&lt;/span&gt;? &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Laugh&lt;/span&gt; trip.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Reached home at 9:45? Yupp.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;My week started just as usual. Same old routine. I am really tryna keep myself occupied these days and the next couple of days.. Sigh. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I'm really missing Khristian&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Heeeeeey! I just finished reading New Moon. &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 153);"&gt;It was really an enthralling book&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;u&gt;Two thumbs up&lt;/u&gt;. HAHA. I am really excited to read its sequel, Eclipse. So for now while I still don't have a copy of it, I'll continue reading Winter Solstice again for the meantime.. or The Pact by Jodi Picoult. Weeeee. :))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Geez, when is that travel agency gonna call me?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So yeah, that's for now. There's really nothing exciting happening in my life lately. Alright.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;object width="300" height="300"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/B03y5yTmJnE&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/B03y5yTmJnE&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="300" height="300"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3270586719315073889-6983000145293237403?l=lettersandpictures.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lettersandpictures.blogspot.com/feeds/6983000145293237403/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3270586719315073889&amp;postID=6983000145293237403&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3270586719315073889/posts/default/6983000145293237403'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3270586719315073889/posts/default/6983000145293237403'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lettersandpictures.blogspot.com/2009/04/sunday.html' title='Sunday.'/><author><name>mylife</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10838216970561125392</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1johsh9TM4U/SRSHDVuXccI/AAAAAAAAAD8/QyueqPpGvDY/S220/05-07-07_0725.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1johsh9TM4U/Sfa73LF6IXI/AAAAAAAAAHw/2vnlFdPUCr4/s72-c/spaceball.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3270586719315073889.post-8301917826543577508</id><published>2009-04-16T15:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-16T22:42:14.797-07:00</updated><title type='text'>see?</title><content type='html'>Uh, found this from a particular website..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Girl&lt;/span&gt;: &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"Mahal mo pa ba ako?&lt;/span&gt;"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Boy&lt;/span&gt;: "&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Mahal."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Girl&lt;/span&gt;: &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"Mahal na ano?&lt;/span&gt;"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Boy&lt;/span&gt;: &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"Mahal na ewan.. hindi ko ma-explain. Parang hindi na..&lt;/span&gt;"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shoot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Girl&lt;/span&gt;: &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"May sasabihin ako sayo&lt;/span&gt;."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Boy&lt;/span&gt;: &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"Ano yun?&lt;/span&gt;"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Girl&lt;/span&gt;: &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"Wag mo na 'ko gagaguhin ha.. ang hirap eh. Masakit.&lt;/span&gt;"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Boy&lt;/span&gt;: &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"Hahahahah... Pake ko?&lt;/span&gt;"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Blank.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Boy&lt;/span&gt;: "&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;We can't make it good, that's why it's&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 153);"&gt; no use to try&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAH. Poor girl.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://i47.photobucket.com/albums/f165/alexdale1/new-player-skin-2.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed src="http://i47.photobucket.com/albums/f165/alexdale1/mediaplayer-2.swf" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="false" flashvars="&amp;amp;file=http%3A%2F%2Fwww.wrzuta.pl%2Faud%2Ffile%2F54GnriqAIc%2FAlexz_Johnson_-_Running_With_The_Devil.mp3&amp;amp;height=20&amp;amp;width=277&amp;amp;showeq=true&amp;amp;autostart=true&amp;amp;repeat=always&amp;amp;shuffle=false&amp;amp;volume=100" width="277" height="20"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3270586719315073889-8301917826543577508?l=lettersandpictures.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lettersandpictures.blogspot.com/feeds/8301917826543577508/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3270586719315073889&amp;postID=8301917826543577508&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3270586719315073889/posts/default/8301917826543577508'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3270586719315073889/posts/default/8301917826543577508'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lettersandpictures.blogspot.com/2009/04/see.html' title='see?'/><author><name>mylife</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10838216970561125392</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1johsh9TM4U/SRSHDVuXccI/AAAAAAAAAD8/QyueqPpGvDY/S220/05-07-07_0725.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3270586719315073889.post-2520758772389010569</id><published>2009-04-14T00:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-13T19:47:50.491-07:00</updated><title type='text'>repetitions.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A few minutes ago, there were &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;so many things&lt;/span&gt; that I wanted to blog out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But after talking to &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;this person&lt;/span&gt;,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.....was speechless.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;don't get me wrong.&lt;br /&gt;i wasn't happy nor hurt.&lt;br /&gt;twas mixed emotions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Last year was the worst year ever.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Thought this year would be much better, but it's not. It turned out to be the 2nd worst year for me. Well I guess its too early to perceive things.. but you see, we're still on the early time of the year, yet all the things happening to me are just&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; *sigh* ..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;worst&lt;/span&gt;. Name it.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;It's either give me a blade or a knife. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I'll use it to cut the rope off&lt;/span&gt;. Yes, a rope.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;and&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; i have to admit&lt;/span&gt;,&lt;br /&gt;sometimes &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;i am tempted&lt;/span&gt; to take&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102); font-weight: bold;"&gt;ALL&lt;/span&gt; those sleeping pills found&lt;br /&gt;in my parents' drawer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Too emo? &lt;u&gt;Hell no&lt;/u&gt;. My ("emotions' capacity") &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;can't take it anymore&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;"It wouldn't hurt if you'll LOWER your PRIDE."&lt;/span&gt; -Flores, E.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pam. Mich. Stella. Ayelle. Sam. Chins. Jas. Mikah. and the rest of the gang.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I need you&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3270586719315073889-2520758772389010569?l=lettersandpictures.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lettersandpictures.blogspot.com/feeds/2520758772389010569/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3270586719315073889&amp;postID=2520758772389010569&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3270586719315073889/posts/default/2520758772389010569'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3270586719315073889/posts/default/2520758772389010569'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lettersandpictures.blogspot.com/2009/04/repetitions.html' title='repetitions.'/><author><name>mylife</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10838216970561125392</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1johsh9TM4U/SRSHDVuXccI/AAAAAAAAAD8/QyueqPpGvDY/S220/05-07-07_0725.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3270586719315073889.post-1980906404165404451</id><published>2009-04-06T05:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-06T06:02:40.959-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Like, finally.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 51, 0); font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Finally &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 51, 0); font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;at natuloy ka rin&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 51, 0); font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;! HAHA. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1johsh9TM4U/Sdn7zGq1rbI/AAAAAAAAAHY/qD7_HL7Ewfk/s1600-h/2651_62697537606_694617606_1639387_7815271_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1johsh9TM4U/Sdn7zGq1rbI/AAAAAAAAAHY/qD7_HL7Ewfk/s320/2651_62697537606_694617606_1639387_7815271_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5321561290097143218" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Take care my dearest Ella! :))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Lubusin mo ang Pinas ah!&lt;/span&gt; HAHAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3270586719315073889-1980906404165404451?l=lettersandpictures.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lettersandpictures.blogspot.com/feeds/1980906404165404451/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3270586719315073889&amp;postID=1980906404165404451&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3270586719315073889/posts/default/1980906404165404451'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3270586719315073889/posts/default/1980906404165404451'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lettersandpictures.blogspot.com/2009/04/like-finally.html' title='Like, finally.'/><author><name>mylife</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10838216970561125392</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1johsh9TM4U/SRSHDVuXccI/AAAAAAAAAD8/QyueqPpGvDY/S220/05-07-07_0725.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1johsh9TM4U/Sdn7zGq1rbI/AAAAAAAAAHY/qD7_HL7Ewfk/s72-c/2651_62697537606_694617606_1639387_7815271_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3270586719315073889.post-6366124023526042560</id><published>2009-04-02T03:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-02T01:00:55.976-07:00</updated><title type='text'>This isn't goin anywhere.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;MORE&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Tequila Lime please.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I need more.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;cos drinking is the only way to forget&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;temporarily&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;h3 style="text-align: right;" class="UIIntentionalStory_Message"&gt;&lt;span class="UIIntentionalStory_Names"&gt;                &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: normal;font-size:85%;" &gt;Someday someone's gonna love me,&lt;br /&gt;the way I wanted you to need me&lt;br /&gt;Someday someone's gonna take your place,&lt;br /&gt;one day I'll forget about you,&lt;br /&gt;You'll see I won't even miss you, someday.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h3&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3270586719315073889-6366124023526042560?l=lettersandpictures.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lettersandpictures.blogspot.com/feeds/6366124023526042560/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3270586719315073889&amp;postID=6366124023526042560&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3270586719315073889/posts/default/6366124023526042560'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3270586719315073889/posts/default/6366124023526042560'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lettersandpictures.blogspot.com/2009/04/this-isnt-goin-anywhere.html' title='This isn&apos;t goin anywhere.'/><author><name>mylife</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10838216970561125392</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1johsh9TM4U/SRSHDVuXccI/AAAAAAAAAD8/QyueqPpGvDY/S220/05-07-07_0725.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3270586719315073889.post-3680839617693886397</id><published>2009-03-31T00:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-31T04:58:37.544-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Craving.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Can someone give me a bundle of &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 153, 51);"&gt;Toblerone&lt;/span&gt; please?&lt;br /&gt;I am really getting addicted to it. &lt;u&gt;Seriously&lt;/u&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Pretty please.&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/3270586719315073889-3680839617693886397?l=lettersandpictures.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lettersandpictures.blogspot.com/feeds/3680839617693886397/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3270586719315073889&amp;postID=3680839617693886397&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3270586719315073889/posts/default/3680839617693886397'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3270586719315073889/posts/default/3680839617693886397'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lettersandpictures.blogspot.com/2009/03/blog-post_31.html' title='Craving.'/><author><name>mylife</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10838216970561125392</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1johsh9TM4U/SRSHDVuXccI/AAAAAAAAAD8/QyueqPpGvDY/S220/05-07-07_0725.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3270586719315073889.post-3167102860946139163</id><published>2009-03-29T23:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-31T04:59:11.236-07:00</updated><title type='text'>When would it be?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 51);font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"  &gt;Cuándo se dará cuenta de usted mi valor?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;object width="350" height="350"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/HvK2Sz5_47s&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/HvK2Sz5_47s&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="350" height="350"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"Ngayo'y aking inuunawang pilit mga pagkukulang kong iyong ginigiit.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Sana'y malaman mo na tanging ikaw lamang ang aking iniintindi..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 102, 51); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Ate Jeanette&lt;/span&gt;: So what was his comment about your looks? :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102); font-weight: bold;"&gt;ME&lt;/span&gt;: *smiles* No Comment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 102, 51); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Ate Jeannette&lt;/span&gt;: &lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Wala&lt;/span&gt;?&lt;/span&gt;  -_-'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                    *                               *                                        *&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Currently reading: &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Winter Solstice&lt;/span&gt; by Rosamunde Pilcher&lt;br /&gt;Currently listening: that song above.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ahh. Whatta perfect time to slack. Shyyt.&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/3270586719315073889-3167102860946139163?l=lettersandpictures.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lettersandpictures.blogspot.com/feeds/3167102860946139163/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3270586719315073889&amp;postID=3167102860946139163&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3270586719315073889/posts/default/3167102860946139163'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3270586719315073889/posts/default/3167102860946139163'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lettersandpictures.blogspot.com/2009/03/blog-post_29.html' title='When would it be?'/><author><name>mylife</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10838216970561125392</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1johsh9TM4U/SRSHDVuXccI/AAAAAAAAAD8/QyueqPpGvDY/S220/05-07-07_0725.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3270586719315073889.post-6775335620676121967</id><published>2009-03-25T07:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-31T04:59:34.473-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='haha'/><title type='text'>Crap</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I was just browsing through my sister's blog buddy's blog site and his post really made us laugh. Crap luh. I copied it anyway. :))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here it is:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;My oldest cat recently passed away..., &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;my dearest ayyub...,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;how i wish i know how his doing...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;and i miss him everyday....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;you know..., i wished that this didn't occur... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;if not i'll be with him... rubbing his tummy...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;i miss his loud voice.... always asking for something....,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;i wish for him to be back... =(&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;and i angry...!!!!!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;cause can't watch naruto... someone help mi...!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;give me some link of website to watch naruto episode..&gt;!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;ahhH!!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;its just not the same when his not around.... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;i wish for him again...!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;crying at his death won't do anything....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;hai... this world choose to take him away too early...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;i had him about a year....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;i wish him a peaceful happy afterlife...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;and when its my turn...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;hope to see him... =)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;HAHAHAH. Co-me-dy. Can't get over his pet's death. :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3270586719315073889-6775335620676121967?l=lettersandpictures.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lettersandpictures.blogspot.com/feeds/6775335620676121967/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3270586719315073889&amp;postID=6775335620676121967&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3270586719315073889/posts/default/6775335620676121967'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3270586719315073889/posts/default/6775335620676121967'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lettersandpictures.blogspot.com/2009/03/d_25.html' title='Crap'/><author><name>mylife</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10838216970561125392</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1johsh9TM4U/SRSHDVuXccI/AAAAAAAAAD8/QyueqPpGvDY/S220/05-07-07_0725.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3270586719315073889.post-5787822751508346217</id><published>2009-03-23T08:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-25T07:18:46.975-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Its not about you.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DELETED&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/3270586719315073889-5787822751508346217?l=lettersandpictures.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lettersandpictures.blogspot.com/feeds/5787822751508346217/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3270586719315073889&amp;postID=5787822751508346217&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3270586719315073889/posts/default/5787822751508346217'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3270586719315073889/posts/default/5787822751508346217'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lettersandpictures.blogspot.com/2009/03/its-not-about-you.html' title='Its not about you.'/><author><name>mylife</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10838216970561125392</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1johsh9TM4U/SRSHDVuXccI/AAAAAAAAAD8/QyueqPpGvDY/S220/05-07-07_0725.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3270586719315073889.post-4211776684404445775</id><published>2009-03-20T02:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-31T05:00:13.094-07:00</updated><title type='text'>More shot, please.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1johsh9TM4U/ScNtj_pFV-I/AAAAAAAAAGg/jRUb6kXLhKY/s1600-h/edit1.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 339px; height: 255px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1johsh9TM4U/ScNtj_pFV-I/AAAAAAAAAGg/jRUb6kXLhKY/s400/edit1.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5315212450373916642" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Yesterday's "party" over at Cinco's house was fun. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;AGAIN&lt;/span&gt;! &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;AGAIN&lt;/span&gt;! Hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;And to those people who never turned up, RAWR!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;HAHAHAHA. :))&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For more pictures, visit:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;http://glamie.multiply.com/photos/album/54/Aniels_early_bday_celeb.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3270586719315073889-4211776684404445775?l=lettersandpictures.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lettersandpictures.blogspot.com/feeds/4211776684404445775/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3270586719315073889&amp;postID=4211776684404445775&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3270586719315073889/posts/default/4211776684404445775'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3270586719315073889/posts/default/4211776684404445775'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lettersandpictures.blogspot.com/2009/03/d.html' title='More shot, please.'/><author><name>mylife</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10838216970561125392</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1johsh9TM4U/SRSHDVuXccI/AAAAAAAAAD8/QyueqPpGvDY/S220/05-07-07_0725.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1johsh9TM4U/ScNtj_pFV-I/AAAAAAAAAGg/jRUb6kXLhKY/s72-c/edit1.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3270586719315073889.post-8888144387124906782</id><published>2009-03-18T09:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-31T05:00:41.997-07:00</updated><title type='text'>HAHAH.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1johsh9TM4U/ScEoF1YU_iI/AAAAAAAAAGY/AP2rwRGarkQ/s1600-h/DSCN0509.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1johsh9TM4U/ScEoF1YU_iI/AAAAAAAAAGY/AP2rwRGarkQ/s320/DSCN0509.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5314573115967471138" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;HAHAHAHAHA! xD&lt;br /&gt;Try to find me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3270586719315073889-8888144387124906782?l=lettersandpictures.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lettersandpictures.blogspot.com/feeds/8888144387124906782/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3270586719315073889&amp;postID=8888144387124906782&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3270586719315073889/posts/default/8888144387124906782'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3270586719315073889/posts/default/8888144387124906782'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lettersandpictures.blogspot.com/2009/03/lols.html' title='HAHAH.'/><author><name>mylife</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10838216970561125392</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1johsh9TM4U/SRSHDVuXccI/AAAAAAAAAD8/QyueqPpGvDY/S220/05-07-07_0725.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1johsh9TM4U/ScEoF1YU_iI/AAAAAAAAAGY/AP2rwRGarkQ/s72-c/DSCN0509.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3270586719315073889.post-9059667899665402170</id><published>2009-03-17T10:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-17T10:44:16.526-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='DRRRIINNNKK'/><title type='text'>No title.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Template changed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;YEAH ELLA, I changed it again. xD&lt;br /&gt;HAHAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Bored ako eh&lt;/span&gt;! And seriously, I am still not so convinced on how my blog looks like. I think I'll look for more "better" template tomorrow. Lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AAHHHH. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I am damn broke&lt;/span&gt;! I need a job. I need money. I need to go and buy.... &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;alcohol and ciggies&lt;/span&gt;. HAHAH. Ate Viel just planned a birthday celebration for her sister Aniel which was rescheduled on Thursday. I really do hope so that it'll be &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;FINAL&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmm.. Ella, let's prepare our$2 perhaps? HAHA. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Just let Nikki and the rest give their bigger share&lt;/span&gt;. xD Kidding. Uh... nah, I'm serious. HAHAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;P.S.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I won't write anything about you anymore.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;But there would still be chances that your&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;name will be mentioned. Only that.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3270586719315073889-9059667899665402170?l=lettersandpictures.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lettersandpictures.blogspot.com/feeds/9059667899665402170/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3270586719315073889&amp;postID=9059667899665402170&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3270586719315073889/posts/default/9059667899665402170'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3270586719315073889/posts/default/9059667899665402170'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lettersandpictures.blogspot.com/2009/03/no-title.html' title='No title.'/><author><name>mylife</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10838216970561125392</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1johsh9TM4U/SRSHDVuXccI/AAAAAAAAAD8/QyueqPpGvDY/S220/05-07-07_0725.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3270586719315073889.post-8575540494342275793</id><published>2009-03-14T05:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-16T01:28:25.796-07:00</updated><title type='text'>You betrayed me AGAIN.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I was just browsing through YouTube when I saw this music video. There were two versions actually. The second video's sad though, but it's nice. However, I prefer the first one. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;object width="330" height="300"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/nVQlc-8XUoc&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/nVQlc-8XUoc&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="330" height="300"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;object width="330" height="300"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/6CcS67vxak4&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/6CcS67vxak4&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="330" height="300"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3270586719315073889-8575540494342275793?l=lettersandpictures.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lettersandpictures.blogspot.com/feeds/8575540494342275793/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3270586719315073889&amp;postID=8575540494342275793&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3270586719315073889/posts/default/8575540494342275793'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3270586719315073889/posts/default/8575540494342275793'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lettersandpictures.blogspot.com/2009/03/blog-post.html' title='You betrayed me AGAIN.'/><author><name>mylife</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10838216970561125392</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1johsh9TM4U/SRSHDVuXccI/AAAAAAAAAD8/QyueqPpGvDY/S220/05-07-07_0725.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3270586719315073889.post-9086358336816201974</id><published>2009-03-12T00:06:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-12T00:27:52.822-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='rawr'/><title type='text'>Cos you're just irritating.</title><content type='html'>Okay, honestly I am feeling &lt;u&gt;very very lazy&lt;/u&gt; to update this blog already. Actually, I'm thinking of making a new blog &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;again&lt;/span&gt;. HAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Can you believe it. It's our &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;31st monthsary&lt;/span&gt; last 7th. Akalain mo yuuuuuunnnn...&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;And that exact day, my family had a dinner with him and went bar afterwards.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I still don't have a job.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I am broke.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Chelo gave me a "late" &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;surprise birthday celebration&lt;/span&gt;. CHELO, CAREN &amp;amp; HAMIZAH and to you COLLEEN, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;thank you&lt;/span&gt;. I was touched.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Dad went back to China (as usual). And I asked for tons of &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 153);"&gt;dried apricot&lt;/span&gt; again.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;You want pictures? Don't worry I updated my multiply &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;na&lt;/span&gt;. HAHA.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;ELLA, NIKKI &amp;amp; ATE VIEL, ppppplllllaaaaaaaaaaaaaannnnnnnn!!!&lt;/span&gt; hahahaha.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Tomorrow'll be Carla's birthday! Advanced. Haha.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;And on saturday? Her celeb.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I went out yesterday with Khris. Bumped into Mike &amp;amp; Ram at I.P Zone Tamp. and saw Glenn too.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;Well I guess this entry's non sense. HAHAHA. I'll update &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;na lang&lt;/span&gt; soon or maybe this weekend if I'm into that &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;updating mood&lt;/span&gt;, yea?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3270586719315073889-9086358336816201974?l=lettersandpictures.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lettersandpictures.blogspot.com/feeds/9086358336816201974/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3270586719315073889&amp;postID=9086358336816201974&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3270586719315073889/posts/default/9086358336816201974'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3270586719315073889/posts/default/9086358336816201974'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lettersandpictures.blogspot.com/2009/03/cos-youre-just-irritating.html' title='Cos you&apos;re just irritating.'/><author><name>mylife</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10838216970561125392</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1johsh9TM4U/SRSHDVuXccI/AAAAAAAAAD8/QyueqPpGvDY/S220/05-07-07_0725.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3270586719315073889.post-8307733822849233074</id><published>2009-02-13T13:31:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-03-17T10:14:38.219-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Another update</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 0);"&gt;Happy Birthday Sarah Grace and &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 0);"&gt;Jeizel! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Nice birthday, eh? &lt;u&gt;Friday the 13th&lt;/u&gt;. Lols. Oh anyways. I am bored. That's why I decided to bloooooog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Daddy came back from China again last 11th. He arrived about 7 in the morning. I was in the middle of my sleep when he began calling out my name very very loud. lols. So I jumped out and said "Oh. You're here." haha. The reason why he woke me up is to see my blood test result. He said he can't wait to see it. Hahaha. So yeah. After that I went back to sleep. I woke up at lunch time and ate immediately. And right after I ate, daddy gave me packets and packets of chocolates, gummi candies, dried fruits and peaches, and &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 0);"&gt;dried apricots&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;! :D Preserved apricots especially the ones from China is &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;LLLOOOOVVVEEEE&lt;/span&gt;! I was too excited to eat it that I forgot to drink water after eating rice. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh well. I had finished Ate Viel's paper last night. I was too eager to finish it that I even exceeded the word count. Well, it's actually good to exceed cos from the instructions, words count must be 1500 &lt;u&gt;or more&lt;/u&gt;. Lols. ATE VIEL! YOU SHOULD TREAT ME! Hahah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Urrr. &lt;strong&gt;I miss Khristian&lt;/strong&gt;. Really. After a year, &lt;em&gt;this is the first time I started hating NS&lt;/em&gt;. Irdk why. Before I thought I was used to it. Like seeing him only on weekends, or after 2 weeks.. talking to him only at night for just a while... you know.. I got used to it. But now, I am starting to hate that service like hell. I think some girlfriends will feel the same way. Hahah. But that's life. Heh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well I guess that's all I can rant out today. Oh, I can't believe I'm turning twenty tomorrow! HAHAHA. &lt;em&gt;Shyyyt&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tata! xD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);font-size:100%;" &gt;I miss you Khris. Don't let me miss you this much.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Ang hirap hirap eh&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3270586719315073889-8307733822849233074?l=lettersandpictures.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lettersandpictures.blogspot.com/feeds/8307733822849233074/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3270586719315073889&amp;postID=8307733822849233074&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3270586719315073889/posts/default/8307733822849233074'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3270586719315073889/posts/default/8307733822849233074'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lettersandpictures.blogspot.com/2009/02/another-update.html' title='Another update'/><author><name>mylife</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10838216970561125392</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1johsh9TM4U/SRSHDVuXccI/AAAAAAAAAD8/QyueqPpGvDY/S220/05-07-07_0725.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3270586719315073889.post-9173684036530792927</id><published>2009-02-10T15:32:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-09T23:33:03.640-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='4 days'/><title type='text'>Retrieved.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Wuhuoo! &lt;strong&gt;I've finally retrieved my blog&lt;/strong&gt;. HAHA.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Grr. Blogspot disabled and locked my blog. Thank God I checked my gmail and blogspot accounts or else &lt;u&gt;blogspot will be disabling my blog forever&lt;/u&gt;. Rather, they'll remove it. Well the reason why they disabled is because of &lt;s&gt;spam&lt;/s&gt;. YES. Spam. Idk why. HAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway.. so I'll just give you a lil update, yea?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. I've been quite busy recently. Yes, I'm busy! HAHA. I am doing Ate Viel's &lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Marketing Comms paper&lt;/span&gt;. I honestly liked it when I'm doing this kind of stuffs cos it keeps my brain funtioning. Lols.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;2. Things between him and I are going &lt;em&gt;smoothly&lt;/em&gt;. :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;3. I went for blood testing early this week and got the result already. There's a good and bad news.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;4. SLACK. :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;5. Today's birthday? : My dad and Owel!&lt;br /&gt;6. &lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;Aniel's back in Singapore&lt;/span&gt;! Yey!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;7. Sht, I'm having &lt;em&gt;dysmenorrhea&lt;/em&gt;. :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;EEEHHH, guess I'll end it here. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3270586719315073889-9173684036530792927?l=lettersandpictures.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lettersandpictures.blogspot.com/feeds/9173684036530792927/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3270586719315073889&amp;postID=9173684036530792927&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3270586719315073889/posts/default/9173684036530792927'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3270586719315073889/posts/default/9173684036530792927'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lettersandpictures.blogspot.com/2009/02/retrieved.html' title='Retrieved.'/><author><name>mylife</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10838216970561125392</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1johsh9TM4U/SRSHDVuXccI/AAAAAAAAAD8/QyueqPpGvDY/S220/05-07-07_0725.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3270586719315073889.post-4450320791622920028</id><published>2009-02-04T08:21:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-04T08:22:43.605-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='aftermath'/><title type='text'>aftermath</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Your &lt;strong&gt;thoughts&lt;/strong&gt; I can't &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;decode&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3270586719315073889-4450320791622920028?l=lettersandpictures.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lettersandpictures.blogspot.com/feeds/4450320791622920028/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3270586719315073889&amp;postID=4450320791622920028&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3270586719315073889/posts/default/4450320791622920028'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3270586719315073889/posts/default/4450320791622920028'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lettersandpictures.blogspot.com/2009/02/aftermath.html' title='aftermath'/><author><name>mylife</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10838216970561125392</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1johsh9TM4U/SRSHDVuXccI/AAAAAAAAAD8/QyueqPpGvDY/S220/05-07-07_0725.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3270586719315073889.post-8283870777933731844</id><published>2009-01-25T08:49:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-25T09:05:55.749-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='jas'/><title type='text'>A thought to ponder on.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;"&lt;em&gt;Time and again, &lt;span style="color:#330099;"&gt;the hardest people to forget are the people we love&lt;/span&gt;. Only when we don’t love them anymore can we truly move on and explore the possibilty of finding love again in the arms of someone else. &lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Most of us live in the past even if it hurts because we would rather mourn over lost love than take the risk of loving again&lt;/span&gt;. We shut our eyes, ears and our hearts to people around us and to the hope of finding love again. We all have our own sad stories to tell. Others even have worst experiences with the people they have loved. But no matter how painful life and loving can be, God never fails to give us strength to bear it.&lt;/em&gt;"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"&lt;em&gt; He never fails to let the sun shine through even during the darkest and stormiest moments in our lives. He makes us fall, not to hurt us, but to teach us that we should never give up despite our failures. He makes us cry, not to make us miserable, but to make us realize how important love is. And most of all, He takes away a person from us, not because we don’t deserve him or her, but because He has someone better for us. That’s how it always works. Give ourselves a chance. We just have to believe that there is still life after losing love and sometimes, that life will be better because it can be shared with someone who’d love you more than anything else in this world.&lt;/em&gt;"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My dearest friend &lt;strong&gt;Jas&lt;/strong&gt; sent me this. And she said,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;"&lt;em&gt;Glam, it's for you to ponder on.. something for you to reflect&lt;/em&gt;.."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By the time moment I finished reading it, &lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;this was my reply to her&lt;/span&gt;:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;"&lt;em&gt;Jas, you made me cry&lt;/em&gt;.."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3270586719315073889-8283870777933731844?l=lettersandpictures.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lettersandpictures.blogspot.com/feeds/8283870777933731844/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3270586719315073889&amp;postID=8283870777933731844&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3270586719315073889/posts/default/8283870777933731844'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3270586719315073889/posts/default/8283870777933731844'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lettersandpictures.blogspot.com/2009/01/thought-to-ponder-on.html' title='A thought to ponder on.'/><author><name>mylife</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10838216970561125392</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1johsh9TM4U/SRSHDVuXccI/AAAAAAAAAD8/QyueqPpGvDY/S220/05-07-07_0725.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3270586719315073889.post-3986673073545785567</id><published>2009-01-22T01:40:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-22T02:16:00.547-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='philli.'/><title type='text'>b o r e d</title><content type='html'>HAHAHAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;This will be the &lt;u&gt;first time&lt;/u&gt; I'll be posting such picture on my blog. &lt;strong&gt;So please, don't laugh&lt;/strong&gt;. LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, I was just browsing those pictures I took with my barkada back in my country. And shoot. I saw the only picture I have saved in my computer during my &lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;prom&lt;/span&gt; back in 2005 and this was from either Mikah or Ayelle cos the rest of the pictures I took that day was all printed out. So yeah, here it is..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5294057402152485154" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1johsh9TM4U/SXhFKHvTgSI/AAAAAAAAAF4/TTNYz2hTAC0/s320/prom.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;That's &lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;Stella, Jis, Gina, Ayelle, Yours truly, Fia &amp;amp; Mikah&lt;/span&gt;.. I forgot who took this.. should be Anjo.. So yeah. HAHA. Omg. HAHAHA. So you see the result of being bored? I might even post my worst picture ever. (Hopefully not..) LOL.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3270586719315073889-3986673073545785567?l=lettersandpictures.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lettersandpictures.blogspot.com/feeds/3986673073545785567/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3270586719315073889&amp;postID=3986673073545785567&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3270586719315073889/posts/default/3986673073545785567'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3270586719315073889/posts/default/3986673073545785567'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lettersandpictures.blogspot.com/2009/01/b-o-r-e-d.html' title='b o r e d'/><author><name>mylife</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10838216970561125392</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1johsh9TM4U/SRSHDVuXccI/AAAAAAAAAD8/QyueqPpGvDY/S220/05-07-07_0725.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1johsh9TM4U/SXhFKHvTgSI/AAAAAAAAAF4/TTNYz2hTAC0/s72-c/prom.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3270586719315073889.post-4999503958546646882</id><published>2009-01-21T21:12:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-21T21:14:55.884-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='twenty one'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='seventeen'/><title type='text'>EYC.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#000099;"&gt;Happy 17th Birthday to my &lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;sister&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Yahay. You're seventeen &lt;em&gt;na&lt;/em&gt;! But still, you never grow.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;LOL. Jus' kiddin. :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3270586719315073889-4999503958546646882?l=lettersandpictures.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lettersandpictures.blogspot.com/feeds/4999503958546646882/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3270586719315073889&amp;postID=4999503958546646882&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3270586719315073889/posts/default/4999503958546646882'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3270586719315073889/posts/default/4999503958546646882'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lettersandpictures.blogspot.com/2009/01/eyc.html' title='EYC.'/><author><name>mylife</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10838216970561125392</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1johsh9TM4U/SRSHDVuXccI/AAAAAAAAAD8/QyueqPpGvDY/S220/05-07-07_0725.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3270586719315073889.post-6956272721279382806</id><published>2009-01-16T23:58:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-16T20:28:09.444-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='throw'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='it away'/><title type='text'>No title.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I walked out of the door at 11:00 pm. I hurriedly called Chelo. By the time she answered, &lt;strong&gt;I cried out&lt;/strong&gt;. Reason being? Hmm.. you know.. &lt;em&gt;life problems&lt;/em&gt;. So after a good cry, I told her everything. And then I remembered Tipin. So I called her saying I wanted to go to their place as they were having drinking session. However, that was half past 11 so there were no trains anymore. So she offered paying my taxi fare. After my mom allowed me, I changed my mind. &lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;Alcohol won't help&lt;/span&gt;, I thought.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While I sat there at the playground, I watched two pairs of couples. The first one was on my right side quite far away from me but enough for me to see them. They were at the void deck. The boy kept on hugging the girl.. kept on saying "&lt;em&gt;Wo ai nin! I looooovve yooou&lt;/em&gt;!", and the girl just kept on smiling.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The other couple was on my left side sitting on the side bench of the basketball court. The lady was crying. The man knelt down on his knees saying sorry. Since the lady never stopped crying, you know what the man did? He wore a mask.. just a plain white mask and danced infront of his girl doing all stupid things.. and suddenly, the lady half-smiled and the man stopped and stared at her. And then he hugged her...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I felt a pinch in &lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;my heart&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;I wanted to take it out and throw it away&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3270586719315073889-6956272721279382806?l=lettersandpictures.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lettersandpictures.blogspot.com/feeds/6956272721279382806/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3270586719315073889&amp;postID=6956272721279382806&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3270586719315073889/posts/default/6956272721279382806'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3270586719315073889/posts/default/6956272721279382806'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lettersandpictures.blogspot.com/2009/01/no-title.html' title='No title.'/><author><name>mylife</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10838216970561125392</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1johsh9TM4U/SRSHDVuXccI/AAAAAAAAAD8/QyueqPpGvDY/S220/05-07-07_0725.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3270586719315073889.post-331100258788614958</id><published>2009-01-07T01:08:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-13T01:11:18.406-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='twenty nine'/><title type='text'>.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;happy 29th monthsary to you.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;you know who you are.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;2 weeks cool off? hindi na tumagal e.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3270586719315073889-331100258788614958?l=lettersandpictures.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lettersandpictures.blogspot.com/feeds/331100258788614958/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3270586719315073889&amp;postID=331100258788614958&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3270586719315073889/posts/default/331100258788614958'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3270586719315073889/posts/default/331100258788614958'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lettersandpictures.blogspot.com/2009/01/blog-post.html' title='.'/><author><name>mylife</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10838216970561125392</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1johsh9TM4U/SRSHDVuXccI/AAAAAAAAAD8/QyueqPpGvDY/S220/05-07-07_0725.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3270586719315073889.post-2582428253840725709</id><published>2009-01-01T03:15:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-31T11:16:23.379-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='new year 2009'/><title type='text'>2009</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#663366;"&gt;HAPPY 2009&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's so much things to blog about, however I am too lazy to do it. Haha. I'll just make it short..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;WORK&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Haha. To tell you the truth, when mid November came, I &lt;i&gt;stopped&lt;/i&gt; sending out my resume. Why? Due to fcukeeen economic crisis and companies froze hiring. I just hope that this year there would be more job opening. Just now, I applied again at Pizza Hut Siglap to work part time as a &lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;FOH / BOH&lt;/span&gt;. I hope they can accept me back again ASAP. Lol. But in case God is very kind to give me a descent full time job, then forget about &lt;s&gt;Pizza Hut&lt;/s&gt;. Cos I'm &lt;b&gt;tired&lt;/b&gt; of working in F&amp;amp;B industry. HAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;FRIENDS&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Well, I'm really not so updated about them besides Nikki, Ella (nax! haha. thanks to your blog. :D) and &lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Chelo&lt;/span&gt;. I've been always meeting Chelo recently. The rest? &lt;em&gt;Wala akong balita&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;FAMILY&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Things kept unchanged. Haha. Idk. Lol. &lt;span style="color:#996633;"&gt;Things go as usual&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;BOYFRIEND&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Sad to say. We &lt;u&gt;cooled off&lt;/u&gt; (is my term correct? lol) 7 hours ago. There's no need for me to state here the reason. I let him decided it, and I agreed. I think, it is much better for us to stay like this for the meantime.. it'll be just for 2 weeks. &lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;That's life&lt;/span&gt;. And, I have to admit.. while typing this out, &lt;em&gt;I'm missing him&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, you're already updated. Oh yeah, &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#660000;"&gt;New Year in Singapore is damn boring&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;. That's all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tata.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3270586719315073889-2582428253840725709?l=lettersandpictures.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lettersandpictures.blogspot.com/feeds/2582428253840725709/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3270586719315073889&amp;postID=2582428253840725709&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3270586719315073889/posts/default/2582428253840725709'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3270586719315073889/posts/default/2582428253840725709'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lettersandpictures.blogspot.com/2008/12/2009.html' title='2009'/><author><name>mylife</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10838216970561125392</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1johsh9TM4U/SRSHDVuXccI/AAAAAAAAAD8/QyueqPpGvDY/S220/05-07-07_0725.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3270586719315073889.post-3426576999222622094</id><published>2008-12-20T08:43:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-20T08:44:35.981-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='none'/><title type='text'>_</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;I've no comment.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3270586719315073889-3426576999222622094?l=lettersandpictures.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lettersandpictures.blogspot.com/feeds/3426576999222622094/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3270586719315073889&amp;postID=3426576999222622094&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3270586719315073889/posts/default/3426576999222622094'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3270586719315073889/posts/default/3426576999222622094'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lettersandpictures.blogspot.com/2008/12/blog-post.html' title='_'/><author><name>mylife</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10838216970561125392</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1johsh9TM4U/SRSHDVuXccI/AAAAAAAAAD8/QyueqPpGvDY/S220/05-07-07_0725.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3270586719315073889.post-5201941334339675643</id><published>2008-12-07T09:06:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T06:20:40.735-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='28th monthsary'/><title type='text'>28th.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;7&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Happy &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;28th&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; monthsary honey.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I LOVE YOU&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; somuch. (: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3270586719315073889-5201941334339675643?l=lettersandpictures.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lettersandpictures.blogspot.com/feeds/5201941334339675643/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3270586719315073889&amp;postID=5201941334339675643&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3270586719315073889/posts/default/5201941334339675643'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3270586719315073889/posts/default/5201941334339675643'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lettersandpictures.blogspot.com/2008/12/28th.html' title='28th.'/><author><name>mylife</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10838216970561125392</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1johsh9TM4U/SRSHDVuXccI/AAAAAAAAAD8/QyueqPpGvDY/S220/05-07-07_0725.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3270586719315073889.post-7612540706072231844</id><published>2008-11-25T16:30:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-26T06:15:01.892-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='goodbye'/><title type='text'>farewell.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;           I still remember when I first came for the first day of my higher diploma class, I had no one. My friend who happened to fail 1 subject during diploma level had to retain and remodule the subject. I came inside the class, sat on one side and remained quiet until the class started. However, I found my seat to be uncomfortable as that place was very cold, so I went at the back, just 3 rows after my previous seat. And when I stood up, another girl from behind stood up too and we both approached the same table and sat. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;And then the class started.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then its break time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But still I never talked to her.&lt;br /&gt;Until she made the first move and talked to me.&lt;br /&gt;And that's how our friendship began.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tina, a rich Chinese girl from (of course) China, is a 20 year old lass (21 in Chinese calendar). A shy-type person that some of us may indentify as childish. Why? The way she move, talk and yeah.. sometimes in dressing up. However, she's smart and mature. Uses her brain and hardworking.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Tina and I became started to became close we we started to go home together since we both take the same bus. That's not all, we also started going to school together, eat together, chat, hang out, sms, and even became partners during class group paper works.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This continued till we progressed to degree level. We even became closer. We treat each other as if we're sisters. We do projects and assignments together. We revised for exams together, not to mention, even when we were at our own houses we made sure that the two of us will start to revise the same topic and will finish the same topic too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And just this month, we graduated together.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We tried to search for jobs together. And we even tried to wish we will be working together too. And I thought that will be easy. We never gave up. Not until then when she already founf it difficult o find jobs here, her parents asked her to return to China.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At first she said no, she'll try more. But millions of resumes had been sent. She went for about 4 interviews but still, she never got the job. Its not that shes not good. Its just companies here prefer local citizens and PRs as she was just holding a student pass.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When her parents already saw their daughter having a hard time, they already asked her to go back immediately. And just this day, she left. A few days back, I was helping her pack her things. I wasnt feeling any sadness at all. But just now, when she thanked me and hugged me and walked towards that boarding gate.. &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;my heart sank&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5272563413387545682" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 242px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1johsh9TM4U/SSvofT6vjFI/AAAAAAAAAEk/o9qo7eAWqqc/s320/plygrnd.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#cc6600;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Happy trip to you Tina. May you have a safe trip&lt;br /&gt;back to your home country. I'll miss you! :)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3270586719315073889-7612540706072231844?l=lettersandpictures.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lettersandpictures.blogspot.com/feeds/7612540706072231844/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3270586719315073889&amp;postID=7612540706072231844&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3270586719315073889/posts/default/7612540706072231844'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3270586719315073889/posts/default/7612540706072231844'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lettersandpictures.blogspot.com/2008/11/farewell.html' title='farewell.'/><author><name>mylife</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10838216970561125392</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1johsh9TM4U/SRSHDVuXccI/AAAAAAAAAD8/QyueqPpGvDY/S220/05-07-07_0725.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1johsh9TM4U/SSvofT6vjFI/AAAAAAAAAEk/o9qo7eAWqqc/s72-c/plygrnd.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3270586719315073889.post-4145744550985437360</id><published>2008-11-22T03:53:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-22T04:05:27.871-08:00</updated><title type='text'>fcuk off.</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"You changed for him when &lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;he didn't&lt;/span&gt;. He changed you to someone&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt; you never wished to be&lt;/span&gt;. He brought you to a place &lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;you never dreamed to be in&lt;/span&gt;. Yet, &lt;strong&gt;you went along&lt;/strong&gt;. On the days you said NO, he continued. But on return, you followed his &lt;u&gt;every&lt;/u&gt; demand.&lt;/em&gt; " (Flores, 2008)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Reference: (Flores, E., 2008, &lt;em&gt;Im Pretty Sure Im Heading The Right Way&lt;/em&gt;, [Online] &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://thelastburningcandle.blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;http://thelastburningcandle.blogspot.com&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3270586719315073889-4145744550985437360?l=lettersandpictures.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lettersandpictures.blogspot.com/feeds/4145744550985437360/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3270586719315073889&amp;postID=4145744550985437360&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3270586719315073889/posts/default/4145744550985437360'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3270586719315073889/posts/default/4145744550985437360'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lettersandpictures.blogspot.com/2008/11/fcuk-off.html' title='fcuk off.'/><author><name>mylife</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10838216970561125392</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1johsh9TM4U/SRSHDVuXccI/AAAAAAAAAD8/QyueqPpGvDY/S220/05-07-07_0725.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3270586719315073889.post-6118816410198312999</id><published>2008-11-18T07:36:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-18T08:02:10.531-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='jaded'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='grr'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='slack'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='bored'/><title type='text'>i am very very bored.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#cc9933;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ANG BORING&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;em&gt;SHET&lt;/em&gt;!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;When I'm still studying&lt;/strong&gt;..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;1. I am &lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;busy during weekdays&lt;/span&gt;. But I am &lt;span style="color:#003300;"&gt;more busier during weekends&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;2. I always go online. Not to surf, but to research.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;3. I always sleep late. Not to do nonsense, but to do assignments and projects.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;4. Friends find it difficult to contact me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;5. My famous line: "&lt;strong&gt;Sorry, I am very busy.. Maybe next week&lt;/strong&gt;."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;6. After a week: "&lt;strong&gt;Sorry I am very busy.. Maybe next next week&lt;/strong&gt;?"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;7. Every week, I &lt;em&gt;have tons of school papers to do&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Now that I finished studying tertiary&lt;/strong&gt;..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;1. I am free during weekdays. But I am less free during weekends. Why? Spend time with Khris luh.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;2. I always go online. Not to research, but to kill time.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;3. I always sleep late. Not to do assignments, but to wake up late the next day.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;4. Friends find it very easy to contact me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;5. My famous line: "I am so bored, &lt;em&gt;may tambay ba&lt;/em&gt;? &lt;em&gt;Please naman oh&lt;/em&gt;."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;6. After a week: "Iam begging you! &lt;em&gt;Ilabas niyo ko sa bahay&lt;/em&gt;!"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;7. Every week, I &lt;strong&gt;have tons of time to &lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;slack&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;I miss studying&lt;/span&gt;. T_T&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;If someone out there wants me to do your paper (as long as I can do it) I'll do it for you. Habang free pa ako! :) &lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Im serious&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3270586719315073889-6118816410198312999?l=lettersandpictures.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lettersandpictures.blogspot.com/feeds/6118816410198312999/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3270586719315073889&amp;postID=6118816410198312999&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3270586719315073889/posts/default/6118816410198312999'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3270586719315073889/posts/default/6118816410198312999'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lettersandpictures.blogspot.com/2008/11/i-am-very-very-bored.html' title='i am very very bored.'/><author><name>mylife</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10838216970561125392</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1johsh9TM4U/SRSHDVuXccI/AAAAAAAAAD8/QyueqPpGvDY/S220/05-07-07_0725.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3270586719315073889.post-6570578333644376436</id><published>2008-11-07T10:10:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-08T08:16:10.556-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='complicated'/><title type='text'>monthsary</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;its been &lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#666600;"&gt;824&lt;/span&gt; days &lt;em&gt;since&lt;/em&gt; we've&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;been &lt;em&gt;together&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;/center&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="VISIBILITY: hidden; WIDTH: 0px; HEIGHT: 0px" height="0" src="http://counters.gigya.com/wildfire/IMP/CXNID=2000002.4NXC/bT*xJmx*PTEyMjYwODE1MDI4NDMmcHQ9MTIyNjA4MTUzMjc2NSZwPTE4MDMxJmQ9Jmc9MSZ*PSZvPTE3ZWJjM2VhN2U1OTRlOTViMDdkMzNiZGQ5MDg3N2U4.gif" width="0" border="0" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Happy 27th Monthsary.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;iLoveYou&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;, Khris..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;.. &lt;em&gt;though our night didn't end that good.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3270586719315073889-6570578333644376436?l=lettersandpictures.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lettersandpictures.blogspot.com/feeds/6570578333644376436/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3270586719315073889&amp;postID=6570578333644376436&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3270586719315073889/posts/default/6570578333644376436'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3270586719315073889/posts/default/6570578333644376436'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lettersandpictures.blogspot.com/2008/11/monthsary.html' title='monthsary'/><author><name>mylife</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10838216970561125392</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1johsh9TM4U/SRSHDVuXccI/AAAAAAAAAD8/QyueqPpGvDY/S220/05-07-07_0725.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3270586719315073889.post-5127462169327288736</id><published>2008-11-03T00:20:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-03T01:02:43.616-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='graduation'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='hilton'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='scu'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='mdis'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='2008'/><title type='text'>Graduation</title><content type='html'>After spending &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;three years&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; struggling throughout every term to finish &lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;every&lt;/u&gt; single main and major projects&lt;/span&gt;, making &lt;span style="color:#996633;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;every&lt;/u&gt; individual and group presentations perfect&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;,&lt;/span&gt; my / our hardwork &lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;finally&lt;/span&gt; paid off!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;At last, &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I GRADUATED&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;!&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5264349445676844306" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 213px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1johsh9TM4U/SQ657dsXxRI/AAAAAAAAADY/7vmUvO3glOM/s320/untitled.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Time seems to be fast. Even myself &lt;i&gt;can't believe&lt;/i&gt; that I'm actually done with my tertiary education! Heh. Next stop? Uh.. to find a job? :X&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So yeah. The Graduation ceremony was held last &lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;1st November&lt;/span&gt; at &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;Hilton Singapore&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;. Since graduands &lt;em&gt;must register&lt;/em&gt; at 8 in the morning, Tina spent her night at my house the day before our graduation. So on that day, we came together at Hilton and registered. Right after that, we went to the robing room to put on our grad gowns. There were few girls from Serangoon Broadway who assisted us on putting on the grad gown. After that, we proceeded at the &lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;Grand Ballroom&lt;/span&gt; for the briefing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By around 9:15am my parents came. The ceremon begun at 9:45am and ended by 11:30am. Took pictures and group photos and then Tina and I went at the reception room to meet my parents for lunch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The food was damn nice and I &lt;strong&gt;super looooovvveee &lt;/strong&gt;their &lt;span style="color:#cc9933;"&gt;cheesecake&lt;/span&gt;! LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So yeah. I'll end it here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5264350670060952466" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 282px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1johsh9TM4U/SQ67Cu4Sm5I/AAAAAAAAADg/-7DySbZ3FKc/s320/blog.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5264351296141180034" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 216px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1johsh9TM4U/SQ67nLNcvII/AAAAAAAAADw/HqqYkI3mkKA/s320/untitled2.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"The greater the obstacle, the more glory in overcoming it."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;-Moliere&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3270586719315073889-5127462169327288736?l=lettersandpictures.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lettersandpictures.blogspot.com/feeds/5127462169327288736/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3270586719315073889&amp;postID=5127462169327288736&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3270586719315073889/posts/default/5127462169327288736'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3270586719315073889/posts/default/5127462169327288736'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lettersandpictures.blogspot.com/2008/11/graduation.html' title='Graduation'/><author><name>mylife</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10838216970561125392</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1johsh9TM4U/SRSHDVuXccI/AAAAAAAAAD8/QyueqPpGvDY/S220/05-07-07_0725.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1johsh9TM4U/SQ657dsXxRI/AAAAAAAAADY/7vmUvO3glOM/s72-c/untitled.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3270586719315073889.post-9206710010937572398</id><published>2008-10-16T10:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-16T11:08:11.835-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='jaded'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='graduation'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='slack'/><title type='text'>Over again.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I think it's the time for me to &lt;em&gt;at least&lt;/em&gt; post something here. I mean, I haven't touched my blog since &lt;strong&gt;i-dont-know-when&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So yeah. Why does each day passes like a year.. it's &lt;strong&gt;damn&lt;/strong&gt; boring. Whatever. Anyway, my parents came back from Philippines last 11th of this month. I asked them to buy &lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;Buko (Coconut) Pie&lt;/span&gt; for me. Aiigggooo. &lt;u&gt;They didn't buy&lt;/u&gt;. I told them that even just a slice will do! Unfortunately, no sign of it. D: They just bought me and my sister some omg.. &lt;em&gt;cosmetics&lt;/em&gt;?, slippers.. some clothes.. well those sort of common things they usually give when they're back from Philly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just recently, I just got all my results from my finals. &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;I passed all the subjects&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; and I am &lt;u&gt;eligible&lt;/u&gt; to attend my &lt;span style="color:#cc9933;"&gt;graduation ceremony&lt;/span&gt; on.. would you believe it.. my graduation ceremony is on &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;1st of November&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;?! What's worst is that on the ceremony itself, we &lt;u&gt;&lt;strong&gt;won't&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/u&gt; be receiving any certificate nor transcript. The school said that we will be receiving it on a later time. Later means.. it may take about 6 months. Yeah. &lt;strong&gt;6 MONTHS&lt;/strong&gt;. &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;Shyyt&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; right? Some of you might say what's the use of going there anyway. I thought of that too but it's my parents who insisted me to attend. So.. no choice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Moving on.. &lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;I am currently in search for a job&lt;/span&gt;. A decent job. And damn its difficult to find. As you know, they require Singaporeans and PRs only. Some give consideration to Malaysians. How lucky. Argh. And look, since I cant receive my certificate till after several months, what to do now? Companies usually require a copy of your certificate. ARGH! Sometimes.. I just feel like going somewhere to work. &lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;What if&lt;/em&gt; I just go back to Phil? Or go overseas&lt;/span&gt;? Aigooo. &lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;Slash it out&lt;/span&gt;. I want. But there are just some things I need to consider too...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So yeah.. yesterday my best friend back in Phil rang me. My gawd. &lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;I missed her&lt;/span&gt;. I never expected she would ring me. &lt;strong&gt;Thanks Sam for calling&lt;/strong&gt;. :) So whatelse? Oh.. here.. he and I arent going well. Yeah, you read it right. Things are just getting &lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;more complicated&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt; and my attitude problem is to blame too. &lt;u&gt;Screw it&lt;/u&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So far that's all I can rant out. My life's been &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;too jaded&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; nowadays. &lt;strong&gt;I slack everyday&lt;/strong&gt;. So yeah. I think I have to cut it here.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3270586719315073889-9206710010937572398?l=lettersandpictures.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lettersandpictures.blogspot.com/feeds/9206710010937572398/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3270586719315073889&amp;postID=9206710010937572398&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3270586719315073889/posts/default/9206710010937572398'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3270586719315073889/posts/default/9206710010937572398'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lettersandpictures.blogspot.com/2008/10/over-again.html' title='Over again.'/><author><name>mylife</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10838216970561125392</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1johsh9TM4U/SRSHDVuXccI/AAAAAAAAAD8/QyueqPpGvDY/S220/05-07-07_0725.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3270586719315073889.post-4233572235750213694</id><published>2008-09-16T10:17:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-16T10:18:37.733-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='clueless'/><title type='text'>.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Yet, I am &lt;em&gt;still&lt;/em&gt; &lt;strong&gt;clueless&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3270586719315073889-4233572235750213694?l=lettersandpictures.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lettersandpictures.blogspot.com/feeds/4233572235750213694/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3270586719315073889&amp;postID=4233572235750213694&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3270586719315073889/posts/default/4233572235750213694'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3270586719315073889/posts/default/4233572235750213694'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lettersandpictures.blogspot.com/2008/09/blog-post.html' title='.'/><author><name>mylife</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10838216970561125392</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1johsh9TM4U/SRSHDVuXccI/AAAAAAAAAD8/QyueqPpGvDY/S220/05-07-07_0725.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3270586719315073889.post-3528017154554152416</id><published>2008-09-14T08:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-14T09:08:37.891-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='aunt'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='books'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='stupidity'/><title type='text'>whee.</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;HAHA.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Finally. I can blooooog &lt;em&gt;again&lt;/em&gt;. There's so much to blog about. &lt;strong&gt;Unfortunately&lt;/strong&gt;, I'm &lt;em&gt;feeling lazy&lt;/em&gt; to update but I'll try my best... or.. could I &lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;summarise&lt;/span&gt; it instead? Heh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;1. Our final exams were &lt;em&gt;finished&lt;/em&gt; last Aug 28. Currently, waiting for my results and at the same time, "looking out for jobs and sending CVs."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;2. My &lt;strong&gt;auntie&lt;/strong&gt; came over to visit! Stayed for like &lt;span style="color:#336666;"&gt;2 months&lt;/span&gt; and went back in Phil this morning.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;3. My &lt;em&gt;bf&lt;/em&gt; and I are &lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;together&lt;/span&gt; for &lt;strong&gt;25 &lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;months&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; now.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;4. Slacked, slack, slacking, and probably will be slacking for the next few days.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;5. Colored my hair burgundy. &lt;strong&gt;Haircut&lt;/strong&gt;. I had my hair cut for &lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;4&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;strong&gt;times&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; within less than a month.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;6. My auntie made my nails &lt;strong&gt;damn niiiice&lt;/strong&gt;. Now that she's in Phil, tell me how to &lt;em&gt;manage&lt;/em&gt; this now.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;7. I &lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;now &lt;/span&gt;know &lt;u&gt;how&lt;/u&gt; stupid I am.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;8. I did it &lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;again&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;s&gt;Begged&lt;/s&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;9. Starved and still starving for &lt;strong&gt;BOOKS&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;10. Dad wants me to &lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;go back in schooling again&lt;/span&gt;. Either take up another degree or do my masters. Should I? *blank* &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think that's all. =p &lt;em&gt;Forgive me&lt;/em&gt;. Heh.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3270586719315073889-3528017154554152416?l=lettersandpictures.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lettersandpictures.blogspot.com/feeds/3528017154554152416/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3270586719315073889&amp;postID=3528017154554152416&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3270586719315073889/posts/default/3528017154554152416'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3270586719315073889/posts/default/3528017154554152416'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lettersandpictures.blogspot.com/2008/09/whee.html' title='whee.'/><author><name>mylife</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10838216970561125392</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1johsh9TM4U/SRSHDVuXccI/AAAAAAAAAD8/QyueqPpGvDY/S220/05-07-07_0725.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3270586719315073889.post-6745538470294940199</id><published>2008-07-30T23:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-30T23:51:22.823-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='projects'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='him'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='anniv'/><title type='text'>Finals.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;PEOPLE!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Sorry I wont be able to update these days. Haha.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Too busy with &lt;strong&gt;projects and final exams&lt;/strong&gt;. xD&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I'll update soon, yea?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;I miss you Khris. andIdamnloveyou.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;advanced happy 2nd anniversary. :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3270586719315073889-6745538470294940199?l=lettersandpictures.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lettersandpictures.blogspot.com/feeds/6745538470294940199/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3270586719315073889&amp;postID=6745538470294940199&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3270586719315073889/posts/default/6745538470294940199'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3270586719315073889/posts/default/6745538470294940199'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lettersandpictures.blogspot.com/2008/07/finals.html' title='Finals.'/><author><name>mylife</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10838216970561125392</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1johsh9TM4U/SRSHDVuXccI/AAAAAAAAAD8/QyueqPpGvDY/S220/05-07-07_0725.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3270586719315073889.post-2033920365505072421</id><published>2008-07-18T09:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-18T09:55:37.450-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='bestfriend'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sooner'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='it&apos;ll'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='later'/><title type='text'>fcuk it.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;When You said those words, I felt the same feeling when my past said he's inlove with my bestfriend. I thought that "US" will be forever. But why the hell you said that If you found out it's positive, I wont see you anymore? It's like &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;you pointed the gun directly to my heart and pulled the trigger&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I volunteered to take care of you if ever that day comes. Yet, you were still thinking about what will others say. You said you'll be doing it for my own sake? Fcuk it! For your information, you'll be doing it for my own worst.&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;em&gt;Ill try to recover. Dont worry. Take note: I WILL TRY. If ever we bumped into each other in the future, &lt;strong&gt;try to pretend we never knew each other&lt;/strong&gt;. and &lt;u&gt;I'll do the same thing&lt;/u&gt;.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3270586719315073889-2033920365505072421?l=lettersandpictures.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lettersandpictures.blogspot.com/feeds/2033920365505072421/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3270586719315073889&amp;postID=2033920365505072421&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3270586719315073889/posts/default/2033920365505072421'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3270586719315073889/posts/default/2033920365505072421'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lettersandpictures.blogspot.com/2008/07/fcuk-it.html' title='fcuk it.'/><author><name>mylife</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10838216970561125392</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1johsh9TM4U/SRSHDVuXccI/AAAAAAAAAD8/QyueqPpGvDY/S220/05-07-07_0725.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3270586719315073889.post-4743313671057594299</id><published>2008-07-15T06:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-18T09:29:06.876-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='adeek'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='you'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='aljunied'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='18'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='shift'/><title type='text'>18 na si Mykah! LOLs.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#996633;"&gt;Happy Birthday, Mykah&lt;/span&gt;! :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;tangna, &lt;strong&gt;legal&lt;/strong&gt; ka na!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok so to start this off...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;..we've officially shifted house to &lt;strong&gt;Aljunied Crescent&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;HAHA. Its &lt;em&gt;quite easy&lt;/em&gt; to &lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;familiarise&lt;/span&gt; myself with the place.. The bus routes, way to mrt and all that. What's difficult is going to school &lt;em&gt;luuh&lt;/em&gt;. If I take mrt, its damn &lt;u&gt;too crowded&lt;/u&gt;. &lt;span style="color:#996633;"&gt;Sometimes I have to take the next train&lt;/span&gt;. This morning I supposedly be going to school with my soulmate Chelo. However, she woke up late. Hehe. So I went first and decided to take &lt;strong&gt;bus 100&lt;/strong&gt;. Thinking that the journey will not be that long, I left my house at 8:10 and reached the bus stop by around 8:20. The fcukin bus came by 8:30am and it was &lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;a bit crowded too&lt;/span&gt;. Thank gawd &lt;strong&gt;I still managed to get in&lt;/strong&gt;. I thought I can arrive school by estimated around 9am. But no! :( &lt;u&gt;I reached nearly 9:30&lt;/u&gt;! I was feeling bad to let my friends wait for me. Hehe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So yeah, whatelse huh.. oh, i had a &lt;s&gt;fight&lt;/s&gt; with &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;you-know-who&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;. It all started the night before we shifted house. The next day, he helped us move but then I still dont feel like talking to him. When I asked my sis to buy lunch for 3 of us, he left. And when my mom knew about this, she was like "&lt;em&gt;Ano ka ba naman!? Kung wala siya hindi natin makakaya to! Bakit mo siya ginaganun! Hindi mo pa pinakain! Akin na number niya!&lt;/em&gt;" T_T I wanted him to eat! He just left. -_-' I think my mom &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt;loves&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; him too much. (Be Jealous. =D) Haha. On that night, we were still fighting. On the next day, I said sorry and we became ok. After school, I asked him to drop by my house since he managed to book out. He gave me donuts and treated me, my mom and my 2 siblings dinner. &lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;Unfortunately&lt;/span&gt;, on the night itself, we.. ok, fought again. But we manage to be ok the next morning luhh which is this morning. So yeah, HEEEYYYY. &lt;strong&gt;I went home with Chelo today&lt;/strong&gt;! Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hehe. So yun. Im now doing... no, not doing. Going to start. Haha. My &lt;span style="color:#003300;"&gt;leadership project 2&lt;/span&gt;. My gawd &lt;u&gt;its difficult&lt;/u&gt;. T_T&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;What's worst is that we &lt;s&gt;don't&lt;/s&gt; have internet. But thank you &lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;McDonalds&lt;/span&gt; for providing wireless service. HAHAH. (Cos below us is already McDonalds.) LOLs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I guess that's about it. Ciaaaoo.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3270586719315073889-4743313671057594299?l=lettersandpictures.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lettersandpictures.blogspot.com/feeds/4743313671057594299/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3270586719315073889&amp;postID=4743313671057594299&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3270586719315073889/posts/default/4743313671057594299'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3270586719315073889/posts/default/4743313671057594299'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lettersandpictures.blogspot.com/2008/07/18-na-si-mykah-lols.html' title='18 na si Mykah! LOLs.'/><author><name>mylife</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10838216970561125392</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1johsh9TM4U/SRSHDVuXccI/AAAAAAAAAD8/QyueqPpGvDY/S220/05-07-07_0725.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3270586719315073889.post-6191638848372571172</id><published>2008-07-08T08:32:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-08T08:34:41.616-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='dead'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='IHRM'/><title type='text'>dead.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;International Human Resource Management&lt;/span&gt; project&lt;br /&gt;is &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;killing&lt;/span&gt; me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3270586719315073889-6191638848372571172?l=lettersandpictures.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lettersandpictures.blogspot.com/feeds/6191638848372571172/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3270586719315073889&amp;postID=6191638848372571172&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3270586719315073889/posts/default/6191638848372571172'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3270586719315073889/posts/default/6191638848372571172'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lettersandpictures.blogspot.com/2008/07/dead.html' title='dead.'/><author><name>mylife</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10838216970561125392</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1johsh9TM4U/SRSHDVuXccI/AAAAAAAAAD8/QyueqPpGvDY/S220/05-07-07_0725.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3270586719315073889.post-1790926718240279754</id><published>2008-07-07T03:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T19:19:46.907-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='him'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Tanglin'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='SM project'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='monthsary'/><title type='text'>23rd month :)</title><content type='html'>Before I start this off,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;Happy 23rd Monthsary, honey.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;iLOVEusososomuch. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So yeah, our class' session with our &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;Australian Unit Accessor&lt;/span&gt; was &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;fine&lt;/span&gt;. We attended last saturday. She's &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;Karen Lamkin&lt;/span&gt;. And damn, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;h&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;er accent was nice&lt;/span&gt;! I like it. Moreover, compare to our two previous male Unit Accessors, she's the.. ok, call it "&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;the best&lt;/span&gt;". Haha. In our MDIS timetable, the session will last for 6 hours (9-12nn and 2-5pm) but then she dissmissed us by nearly 4pm. So after the session, I went at Pasir Ris to meet my &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;loooove&lt;/span&gt;. Haha. I went to his place. Stayed there till 10pm and went home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday, another scheduled 9am-5pm session with Ms. Karen again. Although she changed it to only 10-2pm, &lt;u style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;we never attended&lt;/u&gt;. HAHAHA. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Lazy luuhh&lt;/span&gt;. So yeah, my mother thought &lt;s&gt;I'm in school&lt;/s&gt; but I went to my bf's house again. Reached there like 2:30pm, had lunch. I was planning to do my project at his house so that while spending time with him, I can somehow continue doing some part of my project. However, I &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 0);"&gt;never&lt;/span&gt; knew he has &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;basketball game&lt;/span&gt; as one of his team mates or coach maybe, jus smsed him few mintues before I reached his house. So yeah.. I just then decided to watch.  We left his home like 3:30pm and reached &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;Tanglin CC&lt;/span&gt; around 4:30pm. While waiting, had a chit-chat with my bf then played PSP for a while till the game started by 6pm. For the previous times I watched his games, I found them boring. But yesterday was &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;quite&lt;/span&gt; interesting. Hehe. So yeah..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After his game, went at Serangoon first to send me home. But before that, I bought him two &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 153, 51);"&gt;McChicken&lt;/span&gt;. Hahah. Then he went off as he has to go back to the camp.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just finished my &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;Strategic Management major project&lt;/span&gt;. Phew. I &lt;u&gt;hope&lt;/u&gt; I did &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 0);"&gt;ok&lt;/span&gt;. =p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;Happy Youth Day everyone&lt;/span&gt;! Ciao.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1johsh9TM4U/SHH5BShz28I/AAAAAAAAACw/O7IvHNoqYxg/s1600-h/i-miss-you.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 252px; height: 168px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1johsh9TM4U/SHH5BShz28I/AAAAAAAAACw/O7IvHNoqYxg/s320/i-miss-you.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5220227243647949762" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;You know who &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;you&lt;/span&gt; are. (:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3270586719315073889-1790926718240279754?l=lettersandpictures.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lettersandpictures.blogspot.com/feeds/1790926718240279754/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3270586719315073889&amp;postID=1790926718240279754&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3270586719315073889/posts/default/1790926718240279754'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3270586719315073889/posts/default/1790926718240279754'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lettersandpictures.blogspot.com/2008/07/23rd-month.html' title='23rd month :)'/><author><name>mylife</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10838216970561125392</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1johsh9TM4U/SRSHDVuXccI/AAAAAAAAAD8/QyueqPpGvDY/S220/05-07-07_0725.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1johsh9TM4U/SHH5BShz28I/AAAAAAAAACw/O7IvHNoqYxg/s72-c/i-miss-you.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3270586719315073889.post-4761210873176227654</id><published>2008-07-03T00:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-07T06:38:20.492-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='bestfriend'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='project'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='company'/><title type='text'>bored.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Before anything else, I jus wanna greet my beloved bestfriend in Phils.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;BELATED HAPPY 20TH BIRTHDAY, SAM&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 0);"&gt;!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:85%;" &gt;sorry.. I wasn't able to give u a ring yesterday.. :) I miss you!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aiiiyyyooooo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);"&gt;Strategic Management&lt;/span&gt; lecturer&lt;/span&gt; hasn't replied yet!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How can start my &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;major project&lt;/span&gt;?! Grr.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was actually my &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;fault&lt;/span&gt;, I think. Cos I kept on changing companies.. I actually told him at the beginning that I'll be doing &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 102, 0);"&gt;Krispy Kreme Doughnuts&lt;/span&gt; for my major project. Oh, this project requires us to do an analysis as well as a review of the company's strategies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But then, since there is &lt;u&gt;insufficient&lt;/u&gt; info about Krispy Kreme on the Internet, I then decided to change it to &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;MSN&lt;/span&gt;. So I emailed my lecturer again and he said ok. I started my project 2 nights ago. I finished my first section already when I found that the &lt;u style="color: rgb(204, 102, 0);"&gt;SWOT analysis&lt;/u&gt; I found for MSN was &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;mainly&lt;/span&gt; about Microsoft! Ohhhh mmmyyyy. My friend suggested that I change my company to either Microsoft or &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;Nike&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I emailed my lecturer again last night. Argh. And he hasn't replied yet. I kept on delaying my project, and it'll be due &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;next tuesday&lt;/span&gt;! AAAHHHHHH!! I actually skipped class &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;today&lt;/span&gt; so that I can do my project. But then since there's no reply, I have to wait &lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(153, 102, 51);"&gt;again&lt;/span&gt;. I hope he'll reply by tonight and that two companies aren't taken yet cos each student must do a different company from each other.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So yeah.. this weekends we have session with our &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 102, 204);"&gt;Australian Unit Accessor&lt;/span&gt;. Ugh. I guess it'll be boring again. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;When did it became interesting, anyway&lt;/span&gt;?&lt;/span&gt; I've already encountered 2 sessions with our 2 Australian Unit Accessors, and my gawd. &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 153);"&gt;I cannot understand&lt;/span&gt;! It's because of their &lt;s&gt;accent&lt;/s&gt;. The last session that we had wasn't that bad.. Heh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh well. We only have &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;few more days left&lt;/span&gt; until out last class... after that is our final exams which is on August. Then after that, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;no moooorreee&lt;/span&gt;! *sad* Time flies very fast.. I hope I can manage to pass &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;all&lt;/span&gt; the modules for this term as well as my &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;2 pending results&lt;/span&gt; for last term. Or else... HAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So yeah.. I guess that's about it.. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;SM lecturer!! please reply!!!&lt;/span&gt; D=&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ciao.&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/3270586719315073889-4761210873176227654?l=lettersandpictures.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lettersandpictures.blogspot.com/feeds/4761210873176227654/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3270586719315073889&amp;postID=4761210873176227654&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3270586719315073889/posts/default/4761210873176227654'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3270586719315073889/posts/default/4761210873176227654'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lettersandpictures.blogspot.com/2008/07/bored.html' title='bored.'/><author><name>mylife</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10838216970561125392</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1johsh9TM4U/SRSHDVuXccI/AAAAAAAAAD8/QyueqPpGvDY/S220/05-07-07_0725.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3270586719315073889.post-7291370335397761741</id><published>2008-06-22T08:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-07T06:38:53.700-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='orchard'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fixed'/><title type='text'>Town.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;AIGOO.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow is &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Leadership class&lt;/span&gt;. Ugh. It'll be &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;boring&lt;/span&gt; &lt;s&gt;again&lt;/s&gt;. What's the worst is that it's in the &lt;u&gt;afternoon&lt;/u&gt;. Rawr. Oh well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Uh, just now I went at Ochard. I was jus planning to visit Aniel but then Gracianne, Ellah, Michelle, Nini, Reniel &amp;amp; Owen was there too. HAHA. Good timing, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I missed &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102);"&gt;Gracianne&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; so much. Anyway, before I actually decided of going town I &lt;s&gt;had a fight with &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;him&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/s&gt;. And it came to the extent that we will really separate on our own ways...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I just &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;love&lt;/span&gt; you &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;too much&lt;/span&gt; to leave you&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fortunately, &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);"&gt;we &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 153, 153);"&gt;managed&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);"&gt; to fix everything&lt;/span&gt;. So yeah..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Going back to that Orchard thingy, I met Aniel and the rest at LP. After that we went at skate park since there's no place for us to stay. Gracianne &amp;amp; I was &lt;u&gt;really hungry&lt;/u&gt; that time that we ate Aniel's food right after reaching skate park. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I stayed there till like 8:40pm (take note: I reached town at 7:30) and went home with Aniel. Haha. Some of you will say why waste my bus/train fare for jus an hour stay there. Well actually I went there to &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;buy &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 153, 51);"&gt;slippers&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; also but then... &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I AM &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;TOO LAZY&lt;/span&gt; TO GO BACK AND WALK AGAIN TO FAR EAST PLAZA&lt;/span&gt;. Lol. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next time maybe.. Haha. I also did the same thing last night. =p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So yeah.. Ill prolly end it here. I was just &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 0);"&gt;bored&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;Ciao.&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/3270586719315073889-7291370335397761741?l=lettersandpictures.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lettersandpictures.blogspot.com/feeds/7291370335397761741/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3270586719315073889&amp;postID=7291370335397761741&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3270586719315073889/posts/default/7291370335397761741'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3270586719315073889/posts/default/7291370335397761741'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lettersandpictures.blogspot.com/2008/06/town.html' title='Town.'/><author><name>mylife</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10838216970561125392</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1johsh9TM4U/SRSHDVuXccI/AAAAAAAAAD8/QyueqPpGvDY/S220/05-07-07_0725.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3270586719315073889.post-5224266906867920040</id><published>2008-06-20T08:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T19:19:47.150-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='hurt'/><title type='text'>changed.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1johsh9TM4U/SFvOue0MqJI/AAAAAAAAACg/tvZh7IAgtfE/s1600-h/2njzwvp.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1johsh9TM4U/SFvOue0MqJI/AAAAAAAAACg/tvZh7IAgtfE/s320/2njzwvp.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5213988291552782482" border="0" /&gt; &lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...and that is what &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;exactly&lt;/span&gt; i felt. &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;shattered&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/3270586719315073889-5224266906867920040?l=lettersandpictures.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lettersandpictures.blogspot.com/feeds/5224266906867920040/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3270586719315073889&amp;postID=5224266906867920040&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3270586719315073889/posts/default/5224266906867920040'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3270586719315073889/posts/default/5224266906867920040'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lettersandpictures.blogspot.com/2008/06/changed.html' title='changed.'/><author><name>mylife</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10838216970561125392</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1johsh9TM4U/SRSHDVuXccI/AAAAAAAAAD8/QyueqPpGvDY/S220/05-07-07_0725.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1johsh9TM4U/SFvOue0MqJI/AAAAAAAAACg/tvZh7IAgtfE/s72-c/2njzwvp.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3270586719315073889.post-8088117850213740220</id><published>2008-06-13T04:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T19:19:47.897-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='thirteen'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='haircut'/><title type='text'>thirteenth.</title><content type='html'>Ok.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got a &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;new&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102);"&gt;haircut&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1johsh9TM4U/SFJhF1SVzRI/AAAAAAAAACY/k9Q8JGFZcwI/s1600-h/6.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 251px; height: 199px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1johsh9TM4U/SFJhF1SVzRI/AAAAAAAAACY/k9Q8JGFZcwI/s320/6.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5211334471652330770" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(HAHA)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;So yea, I'm the one wearing white. ARGH. its damn short. Uh, not really. Anyway, I asked the haircutter to trim my hair about &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;3 inches&lt;/span&gt;. My hair before is like &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;below bra line&lt;/span&gt;. If you cut 3 inches it would be &lt;u&gt;longer&lt;/u&gt; than what is shown in the photo. T_T&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haha. Anyway, I just finished my &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Leadership project 1&lt;/span&gt; but I still have to make few more adjustments as I have &lt;s&gt;exceeded&lt;/s&gt; the word limit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;s&gt;2 projects down&lt;/s&gt;. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;9 m&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;ore to go&lt;/span&gt;. WAAA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hey, it's &lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;friday the thirteenth&lt;/span&gt;! haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess thats about it. LOL. ciao.&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/3270586719315073889-8088117850213740220?l=lettersandpictures.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lettersandpictures.blogspot.com/feeds/8088117850213740220/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3270586719315073889&amp;postID=8088117850213740220&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3270586719315073889/posts/default/8088117850213740220'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3270586719315073889/posts/default/8088117850213740220'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lettersandpictures.blogspot.com/2008/06/thirteenth.html' title='thirteenth.'/><author><name>mylife</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10838216970561125392</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1johsh9TM4U/SRSHDVuXccI/AAAAAAAAAD8/QyueqPpGvDY/S220/05-07-07_0725.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1johsh9TM4U/SFJhF1SVzRI/AAAAAAAAACY/k9Q8JGFZcwI/s72-c/6.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3270586719315073889.post-8922970810664244867</id><published>2008-06-07T08:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T19:19:51.714-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='iloveyou'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='khris'/><title type='text'>22nd.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1johsh9TM4U/SE6d-wzwwRI/AAAAAAAAACI/EUnpSNaAqp4/s1600-h/hands.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 248px; height: 222px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1johsh9TM4U/SE6d-wzwwRI/AAAAAAAAACI/EUnpSNaAqp4/s320/hands.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5210275520493699346" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;It's been 22 months honey, and we're still standing&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;strong&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Happy 22nd monthsary&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;ILOVEYOU&lt;/span&gt; &lt;u&gt;so so much&lt;/u&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3270586719315073889-8922970810664244867?l=lettersandpictures.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lettersandpictures.blogspot.com/feeds/8922970810664244867/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3270586719315073889&amp;postID=8922970810664244867&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3270586719315073889/posts/default/8922970810664244867'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3270586719315073889/posts/default/8922970810664244867'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lettersandpictures.blogspot.com/2008/06/22nd.html' title='22nd.'/><author><name>mylife</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10838216970561125392</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1johsh9TM4U/SRSHDVuXccI/AAAAAAAAAD8/QyueqPpGvDY/S220/05-07-07_0725.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1johsh9TM4U/SE6d-wzwwRI/AAAAAAAAACI/EUnpSNaAqp4/s72-c/hands.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3270586719315073889.post-5233451153256819643</id><published>2008-06-01T07:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T19:19:51.898-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1johsh9TM4U/SEKx4pHi6_I/AAAAAAAAABw/tOxK5kvaJFI/s1600-h/heart.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1johsh9TM4U/SEKx4pHi6_I/AAAAAAAAABw/tOxK5kvaJFI/s320/heart.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5206919705862007794" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;&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/3270586719315073889-5233451153256819643?l=lettersandpictures.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lettersandpictures.blogspot.com/feeds/5233451153256819643/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3270586719315073889&amp;postID=5233451153256819643&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3270586719315073889/posts/default/5233451153256819643'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3270586719315073889/posts/default/5233451153256819643'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lettersandpictures.blogspot.com/2008/06/blog-post.html' title=''/><author><name>mylife</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10838216970561125392</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1johsh9TM4U/SRSHDVuXccI/AAAAAAAAAD8/QyueqPpGvDY/S220/05-07-07_0725.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1johsh9TM4U/SEKx4pHi6_I/AAAAAAAAABw/tOxK5kvaJFI/s72-c/heart.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3270586719315073889.post-7148433487684541180</id><published>2008-05-29T09:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T19:19:52.395-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Saturday night.</title><content type='html'>To start this off,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102);"&gt;Happy Birthday, Gerard!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So yeah, speaking of Gerard, he celebrated his birthday &lt;u&gt;in advance&lt;/u&gt;. And since his &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 255);"&gt;youngest brother&lt;/span&gt; will be celebrating it on the same month and few days before his, they celebrated it as one, and it was last saturday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On that day, Khris and I &lt;em&gt;came&lt;/em&gt;. Once in a blue moon, eh? Haha. &lt;strong&gt;It was nice seeing &lt;em&gt;everyone &lt;/em&gt;again&lt;/strong&gt;. Uh, not everyone though. Paul, Ella, Ate Viel and Joy wasn't there. Anyway, when Khris and I arrived at Choa Chu Kang, Teddy and Geneson and this one guy I first time met was there already. Then Allen and Steph came. Followed by Nikki, then Reniel and Aniel.. did I mention all? Oh.. oh well. So yeah, Gerard fetched us there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When we arrived at the place, we ate and ate and ate. Took pictures and of course, &lt;strong&gt;we had &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 0);"&gt;drinking session&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;. My gawd, when was the last time I drank alcohol? Its been ages man. Haha. So if you're gonna ask how was it, it was goddamn good.. matched with smoke. HAHAHA. Hey, its only once in a while. Forgive me. Heh. And yeah, that night also gave me a chance to uh, &lt;strong&gt;talk to Khris&lt;/strong&gt;.. had a bit of small &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;heart to heart&lt;/span&gt; talk with him. I mean.. we never had a chance of talking like that when we have group of friends around us. That's why. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(click the photos to enlarge)..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1johsh9TM4U/SD7o2JHi69I/AAAAAAAAABg/YfyXAy7EUpM/s1600-h/1_622204985l.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5205854236145019858" style="" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1johsh9TM4U/SD7o2JHi69I/AAAAAAAAABg/YfyXAy7EUpM/s200/1_622204985l.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1johsh9TM4U/SD7pSJHi6-I/AAAAAAAAABo/9TZGkn8_Qmo/s1600-h/1_571687114l.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5205854717181357026" style="" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1johsh9TM4U/SD7pSJHi6-I/AAAAAAAAABo/9TZGkn8_Qmo/s200/1_571687114l.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;After the celebration at Northvale, there was a &lt;strong&gt;part II&lt;/strong&gt; at Gerard's house and &lt;strong&gt;part III&lt;/strong&gt; at his uncle's house, I was actually planning to &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;stay a bit longer&lt;/span&gt; although it was getting late. But then my parents started phoning me. And what's worst but funny was that &lt;strong&gt;Aniel started vomitting&lt;/strong&gt;. Haha. She wasn't like this before. I &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 0);"&gt;volunteered&lt;/span&gt; to take her to my home but before that, Kat &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 0);"&gt;helped&lt;/span&gt; me talk to my parents If we can stay overnight at "her" house. But, unfortunately, parents are like that so... sorry. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Khris gave me his posb for emergency cos I was actually &lt;u&gt;carrying no money&lt;/u&gt; that time. So I took a cab with Aniel and my dad fetched us under our block. Luckily, my &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;dad paid the cab fare&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; cos the taxi doesn't accept nets. =p So yeah..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;That's my main highlight for this week. Hehe. Hey, that night Aniel vomitted &lt;s&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 0);"&gt;A LOT&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/s&gt;. =S&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Anyway, it was &lt;strong&gt;fun&lt;/strong&gt; btw. I'll update soon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Tata.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3270586719315073889-7148433487684541180?l=lettersandpictures.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lettersandpictures.blogspot.com/feeds/7148433487684541180/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3270586719315073889&amp;postID=7148433487684541180&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3270586719315073889/posts/default/7148433487684541180'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3270586719315073889/posts/default/7148433487684541180'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lettersandpictures.blogspot.com/2008/05/saturday-night.html' title='Saturday night.'/><author><name>mylife</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10838216970561125392</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1johsh9TM4U/SRSHDVuXccI/AAAAAAAAAD8/QyueqPpGvDY/S220/05-07-07_0725.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1johsh9TM4U/SD7o2JHi69I/AAAAAAAAABg/YfyXAy7EUpM/s72-c/1_622204985l.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3270586719315073889.post-1042562403735499245</id><published>2008-05-20T07:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T19:19:52.693-08:00</updated><title type='text'>discussion</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#663366;"&gt;Term II&lt;/span&gt; has &lt;em&gt;already&lt;/em&gt; started last 12th of May.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And &lt;strong&gt;OMG&lt;/strong&gt;. I can't believe I will be studying &lt;em&gt;na lang &lt;/em&gt;until 18th of July. I'll be coming back on August for final exams. And if ever (&lt;u&gt;hopefully&lt;/u&gt;) I passed all my modules, I will be &lt;strong&gt;graduating&lt;/strong&gt; by the &lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;end of this year&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I find it &lt;s&gt;quite&lt;/s&gt; &lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;exciting&lt;/span&gt;, but at the same time no. Why? Firstly, I am not yet ready to be a full time working (should I say) adult.. maybe because of my age.. I dont know.. cos like graduating at the age of &lt;u&gt;19&lt;/u&gt;. Does it matter, anyway? I don't know.. I just feel that &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;I need more preparation&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;u&gt;before&lt;/u&gt; going to the real working environment. Second, although student life is tough, &lt;strong&gt;I am really enjoying it&lt;/strong&gt;.. really. If ever there's a job of being a student forever I'll be the first applicant. HAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, last night, my parents &amp;amp; I were talking about my &lt;span style="color:#cc9933;"&gt;so-called plans &lt;/span&gt;after I graduate by the end of this year. They were asking what will I do after graduation. After them hearing my side, my dad offered me to take my &lt;strong&gt;Masters&lt;/strong&gt; right after my Degree. Well.. I havent accepted it yet.. I wanted to but, &lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;it's better to take &lt;u&gt;working experience&lt;/u&gt; first before taking Masters, &lt;/span&gt;right? But the problem is, I dont know whether I will still be in the mood to study if that time comes. Haha. Oh well, I have to think of it first.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So yeah, &lt;i&gt;I brought my youngest sister Gabbie in my school&lt;/i&gt;. Yes. &lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;In my school&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;. Haha. Since my parents have work, and Grace has to go to school, I am the one left to look after Gabbie. But since I have to go to school just for a discussion with my groupmates, I volunteered bringing Gab to school. At first, my mom never agreed but later on she did since there's really &lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;no choice&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When my groupmates Tina, Maz, Daniel and Irene saw her, they were like "OMG! Is that your sister??" *taking out their camera fones out of their pockets to take her photo* I was like, &lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;is she that cute for you all to take a photo of her&lt;/span&gt;? Haha. Then here comes Attenya, Sunny and Holly doing the same thing as those people did. &lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;I &lt;s&gt;wish&lt;/s&gt; I was Gabbie&lt;/span&gt;. HAHAHAHAH! &lt;strong&gt;Kiddin&lt;/strong&gt;. So yea, we stayed and discussed at the meeting room. And yea, took photos too. Here's the one.. my sister with Tina and Irene..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5202481473422530610" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="170" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1johsh9TM4U/SDLtVg3mmDI/AAAAAAAAABA/VlBl-LQ-TfU/s200/irene.jpg" width="238" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Urgh. The resolution &lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;wasn't&lt;/span&gt; good enough. Its ok, &lt;em&gt;better than nothing&lt;/em&gt;.. hehe. So yeah.. I guess thats about it. ciao. =] &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3270586719315073889-1042562403735499245?l=lettersandpictures.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lettersandpictures.blogspot.com/feeds/1042562403735499245/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3270586719315073889&amp;postID=1042562403735499245&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3270586719315073889/posts/default/1042562403735499245'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3270586719315073889/posts/default/1042562403735499245'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lettersandpictures.blogspot.com/2008/05/discussion.html' title='discussion'/><author><name>mylife</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10838216970561125392</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1johsh9TM4U/SRSHDVuXccI/AAAAAAAAAD8/QyueqPpGvDY/S220/05-07-07_0725.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1johsh9TM4U/SDLtVg3mmDI/AAAAAAAAABA/VlBl-LQ-TfU/s72-c/irene.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3270586719315073889.post-329474993963789245</id><published>2008-05-09T06:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T19:19:52.831-08:00</updated><title type='text'>1 week hell.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1johsh9TM4U/SCRklwZKjtI/AAAAAAAAAA4/0VRpsXBWkrw/s1600-h/154187275_b1d8006b1b.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5198390469700783826" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 216px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 174px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="204" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1johsh9TM4U/SCRklwZKjtI/AAAAAAAAAA4/0VRpsXBWkrw/s200/154187275_b1d8006b1b.jpg" width="246" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now I swear, &lt;strong&gt;I hate &lt;s&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;kids&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/s&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From the day I &lt;u&gt;started&lt;/u&gt; looking after my stupid &lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;youngest sister&lt;/span&gt;, Gabbie, it felt like &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;hell&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;. Its like instead of me relaxing for this just 1 week school break, it's the opposite. Ok fine, I sound &lt;s&gt;unfair&lt;/s&gt;. But I really &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;hate it&lt;/span&gt; when it comes to the point that I have to yell out to her for her to follow my one bullshit simple instruction. Yeah I know she's a kid. But damn... Oh well. Monday's my regular class again. And they still want me to fetch her? &lt;strong&gt;No fcuking way&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok stop now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Change&lt;/i&gt; the &lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;stupid&lt;/span&gt; topic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aniel &lt;u&gt;stayed overnight&lt;/u&gt; in our house. From the first night, we just did &lt;s&gt;nothing&lt;/s&gt;. Not practically nothing but.. we ate, we talked a bit, and we decided to watch &lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;The Covenant&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;. But what basically happened was that my sister and Aniel slept while I watch the movie. Haha. After disc 1, I also decided then to sleep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today, we woke up around 11 or 12 noon, washed up, ate, I cleaned while Aniel surf the net. Afterwards we watched disc 2 of the movie. 1:30pm, Aniel accompanied me for wait for Gabbie. &lt;i&gt;Hey, thanks for buying lunch for Gab&lt;/i&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Im feeling lazy to type it all out. To sum it up: &lt;strong&gt;we all &lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;slacked&lt;/span&gt; the whole day&lt;/strong&gt;, excluding those yelling times.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Fcuked up&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3270586719315073889-329474993963789245?l=lettersandpictures.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lettersandpictures.blogspot.com/feeds/329474993963789245/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3270586719315073889&amp;postID=329474993963789245&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3270586719315073889/posts/default/329474993963789245'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3270586719315073889/posts/default/329474993963789245'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lettersandpictures.blogspot.com/2008/05/1-week-hell.html' title='1 week hell.'/><author><name>mylife</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10838216970561125392</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1johsh9TM4U/SRSHDVuXccI/AAAAAAAAAD8/QyueqPpGvDY/S220/05-07-07_0725.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1johsh9TM4U/SCRklwZKjtI/AAAAAAAAAA4/0VRpsXBWkrw/s72-c/154187275_b1d8006b1b.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3270586719315073889.post-8189978566781815485</id><published>2008-05-07T10:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T19:19:52.959-08:00</updated><title type='text'>21st</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1johsh9TM4U/SCCRn33_8RI/AAAAAAAAAAs/L9dctdB87xg/s1600-h/Image0572.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5197314084185305362" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 194px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 251px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="214" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1johsh9TM4U/SCCRn33_8RI/AAAAAAAAAAs/L9dctdB87xg/s200/Image0572.jpg" width="164" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;happy 21st monthsary, honey! :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;ILOVEYOU&lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;somuch.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3270586719315073889-8189978566781815485?l=lettersandpictures.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lettersandpictures.blogspot.com/feeds/8189978566781815485/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3270586719315073889&amp;postID=8189978566781815485&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3270586719315073889/posts/default/8189978566781815485'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3270586719315073889/posts/default/8189978566781815485'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lettersandpictures.blogspot.com/2008/05/21st_07.html' title='21st'/><author><name>mylife</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10838216970561125392</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1johsh9TM4U/SRSHDVuXccI/AAAAAAAAAD8/QyueqPpGvDY/S220/05-07-07_0725.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1johsh9TM4U/SCCRn33_8RI/AAAAAAAAAAs/L9dctdB87xg/s72-c/Image0572.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3270586719315073889.post-4052103348885180888</id><published>2008-05-05T18:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T19:19:53.219-08:00</updated><title type='text'>uh. bored.</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1johsh9TM4U/SB7X_H3_8PI/AAAAAAAAAAc/UpuXYzSWOyk/s1600-h/%3D%5D.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#660000;"&gt;Exams are finally over!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank God the school has given us 1 week break.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;[Saturday, May 3 2008]&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;IET exam was damn tough. &lt;strong&gt;TOUGH&lt;/strong&gt;! my God. I sat there for like &lt;u&gt;3 agonizing hours&lt;/u&gt; trying to figure out how to answer those stupid essay questions. Now I know how &lt;b&gt;open book exam will &lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;kill&lt;/span&gt; me&lt;/b&gt;. Anyway, Tina went back in China right after the exam. I directly went home thinking that since Eyc will go out and my mom has started working already, I have to look after Gabbie. But when I reached home, Eyc was there. I felt so irritated. Due to my &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;mood swings&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;, I decided to take a walk outside. I took a 315 bus loop. After that I went to meet Caren, and afterwards i met up with Khris. After staying at his home for a dinner, we went to meet up with &lt;em&gt;his family&lt;/em&gt; at Downtown East. I reached home at 11pm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;[Sunday, May 4 2008]&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I stayed at home today and wait until &lt;strong&gt;I get rotten&lt;/strong&gt;. But since Eyc was at home, Khris asked me to go out. He fetched me at home and went at Yishun. He went back at the camp at 7pm. I reached home before 9pm. But then, while having our usual night conversation, it suddenly &lt;strong&gt;led &lt;/strong&gt;into a &lt;s&gt;fight&lt;/s&gt;. t'was my fault. Since I cant sleep, i decided to watch &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66cccc;"&gt;The Classic&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; instead. =p &lt;u&gt;NICE!&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;[Today, May 5 2008]&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went out to fetch my sister. &lt;em&gt;Dad came back from Qatar&lt;/em&gt;. &lt;strong&gt;Damn nice wine&lt;/strong&gt;! HAHA. my beloved Aniel and I talked at the phone for hours. uhh.. &lt;em&gt;Ss, ok lang yan&lt;/em&gt;.. Anyway, &lt;em&gt;Khris and I are ok now&lt;/em&gt;.. Uh, what else.. Im rotting at home! T_T&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So yea, thats it muna..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1johsh9TM4U/SB7X_H3_8PI/AAAAAAAAAAc/UpuXYzSWOyk/s1600-h/%3D%5D.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5196828499477786866" style="WIDTH: 196px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" height="209" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1johsh9TM4U/SB7X_H3_8PI/AAAAAAAAAAc/UpuXYzSWOyk/s200/%3D%5D.JPG" width="270" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;kahit nagaway tayo kagabi mahal parin kita. :) sorry. at &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;iloveyou&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;miss na kita.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3270586719315073889-4052103348885180888?l=lettersandpictures.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lettersandpictures.blogspot.com/feeds/4052103348885180888/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3270586719315073889&amp;postID=4052103348885180888&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3270586719315073889/posts/default/4052103348885180888'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3270586719315073889/posts/default/4052103348885180888'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lettersandpictures.blogspot.com/2008/05/uh-bored.html' title='uh. bored.'/><author><name>mylife</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10838216970561125392</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1johsh9TM4U/SRSHDVuXccI/AAAAAAAAAD8/QyueqPpGvDY/S220/05-07-07_0725.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1johsh9TM4U/SB7X_H3_8PI/AAAAAAAAAAc/UpuXYzSWOyk/s72-c/%3D%5D.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3270586719315073889.post-5980388421739189719</id><published>2008-04-03T20:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-07T08:48:48.677-07:00</updated><title type='text'>roar.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;STUDY WEEK.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Term 1 ended last 28th of March, leaving us with &lt;strong&gt;3 more &lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;major&lt;/span&gt; projects&lt;/strong&gt; to finish. Luckily, the other 1 is a group project and I've already done my part. So, I only need to finish that &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;bullsh*t&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;strong&gt;2 projects&lt;/strong&gt; for IET and MBO.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Study week has already started. For the &lt;u&gt;first day&lt;/u&gt; of our study week I've been cracking out my brain to do my IET and prepare some exam notes for ICM. Its like, fcuk man. How can I &lt;em&gt;manage&lt;/em&gt; to do my project within 1 week, and study 4 subjects in &lt;u&gt;less than 3 weeks&lt;/u&gt;? Goddamn. I HATE &lt;s&gt;EXAMS&lt;/s&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally, Tina, Maz &amp;amp; I decided to divide our time to do projects and to revise. &lt;strong&gt;Revise in the morning&lt;/strong&gt;, &lt;strong&gt;do projects at night&lt;/strong&gt;. Since ENT exams will be on 22nd, we decided to revise that module first. Basically, we planned to study &lt;em&gt;almost&lt;/em&gt; the &lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;whole book&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt; through the discussion questions at the end of each chapters we've chosen. and for ICM, prolly I start revising for it next week. For MBO and IET I still &lt;span style="color:#66cccc;"&gt;dont know yet&lt;/span&gt; when to start revising. HAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So yea, thats all for now. Hafta finish some paper works..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I miss Khris. (:&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3270586719315073889-5980388421739189719?l=lettersandpictures.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lettersandpictures.blogspot.com/feeds/5980388421739189719/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3270586719315073889&amp;postID=5980388421739189719&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3270586719315073889/posts/default/5980388421739189719'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3270586719315073889/posts/default/5980388421739189719'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lettersandpictures.blogspot.com/2008/04/exams-coming.html' title='roar.'/><author><name>mylife</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10838216970561125392</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1johsh9TM4U/SRSHDVuXccI/AAAAAAAAAD8/QyueqPpGvDY/S220/05-07-07_0725.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3270586719315073889.post-3018800249721608214</id><published>2008-03-28T00:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-07T08:53:08.497-07:00</updated><title type='text'>oh.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;aigooo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;our projects are stressing me out! &gt;.&lt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7 projects down. 3&lt;strong&gt; more&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;s&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;bloody&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/s&gt; projects to go.&lt;br /&gt;yes. three.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Anyway, its been a while since i last blogged. HAHA. &lt;strong&gt;i am very busy&lt;/strong&gt;. Just now was our last day for Trimester 1. after i finish all my projects, i have to &lt;strong&gt;prepare for our exams&lt;/strong&gt; which'll be &lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;next month&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;regarding the exams, 2 subjects are closed book and the remaining 2 are &lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;open book&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;. yes, open book. but i have to study as if it would be a closed book exam. haha. &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;mas delikado kapag open book&lt;/em&gt;, trust me&lt;/strong&gt;. people tend not to study &lt;em&gt;kasi kapag&lt;/em&gt; open book, they think that it would be as &lt;em&gt;easy&lt;/em&gt; as copy-paste. HAHA. &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;wroooooong&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;oh well, i still have to continue my &lt;strong&gt;IET project 1&lt;/strong&gt;. (:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;ciao.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3270586719315073889-3018800249721608214?l=lettersandpictures.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lettersandpictures.blogspot.com/feeds/3018800249721608214/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3270586719315073889&amp;postID=3018800249721608214&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3270586719315073889/posts/default/3018800249721608214'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3270586719315073889/posts/default/3018800249721608214'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lettersandpictures.blogspot.com/2008/01/oh.html' title='oh.'/><author><name>mylife</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10838216970561125392</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1johsh9TM4U/SRSHDVuXccI/AAAAAAAAAD8/QyueqPpGvDY/S220/05-07-07_0725.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3270586719315073889.post-1528380728640247629</id><published>2008-01-24T23:42:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-05-07T09:04:22.646-07:00</updated><title type='text'>cont.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;okay. this'll be the &lt;em&gt;continuation&lt;/em&gt; of my recent update.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wed class. &lt;strong&gt;ENT&lt;/strong&gt;. twas &lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;verrryyyyy&lt;/strong&gt; boring&lt;/span&gt;. damn't. he kept on talking about.. well, i'm really not so sure. all i know that he was talking about this 3 projects we have but after that, &lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;i &lt;strong&gt;welcomed myself to wonderland&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;. daydreaming. maybe. or sleeping with my eyes open. i dont know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;today. &lt;strong&gt;IET&lt;/strong&gt; class. shyyt. we have 3 books. take note: those three are so thick. plus required textbook that &lt;u&gt;must be purchased&lt;/u&gt;. oh my. well actually for ENT &amp;amp; MBO also. this time our lecturer was a &lt;span style="color:#996633;"&gt;woman&lt;/span&gt;. i thought she was local. but when she started speaking i noticed that she has a bit of "Filipino accent" in speaking English. but i didn't mind until she showed her profile and &lt;em&gt;poof&lt;/em&gt;. she graduated from the &lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;University of the Philippines&lt;/strong&gt;. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;that's good, i thought. this is the &lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;first time&lt;/span&gt; i'll be having a lecturer who came from the same country as mine! haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;she was asking where we came from.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Anyone from... Philppines?" I raised my hand.&lt;br /&gt;"Oh, you're Filipino, kamusta ka? (laughs). I thought you're not."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway, &lt;u&gt;she's a good lecturer&lt;/u&gt; (i think). my classmates were telling me that she makes the lesson interesting. and i agreed though. for the first week in class, this is the first time that i didn't felt bored or sleepy. :]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;afternoon class was cancelled&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;. so we have to go home early. we decided to use boxes to put in our books cos we cant carry them all. they're &lt;strong&gt;too heavy&lt;/strong&gt;. 7 books overall. =s&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;reached home at 4:30pm.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3270586719315073889-1528380728640247629?l=lettersandpictures.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lettersandpictures.blogspot.com/feeds/1528380728640247629/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3270586719315073889&amp;postID=1528380728640247629&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3270586719315073889/posts/default/1528380728640247629'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3270586719315073889/posts/default/1528380728640247629'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lettersandpictures.blogspot.com/2008/01/cont.html' title='cont.'/><author><name>mylife</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10838216970561125392</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1johsh9TM4U/SRSHDVuXccI/AAAAAAAAAD8/QyueqPpGvDY/S220/05-07-07_0725.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3270586719315073889.post-3044924406838457539</id><published>2008-01-22T23:30:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-05-07T09:06:22.707-07:00</updated><title type='text'>goodbye diploma days!</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="justify"&gt;my &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;final year&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; in school has already began.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yes, im already a &lt;strong&gt;degree student&lt;/strong&gt;. &lt;em&gt;goodbye&lt;/em&gt; to diploma days.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;our final year consist of only &lt;u&gt;two terms&lt;/u&gt;. first term is until April and we'll be taking up &lt;em&gt;four&lt;/em&gt; modules.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. International Contract Management (ICM)&lt;br /&gt;2. Multinational Business Organisation (MBO)&lt;br /&gt;3. Entrepreneurship (ENT)&lt;br /&gt;4. International Econs &amp;amp; Trade (IET)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yesterday class was ICM. did introduction and gave us the project. we have &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;3 (tough) projects&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; and &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;1 group class presentation&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;. then today's module was MBO. for this module we have &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;2 damn tough projects&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &amp;amp; &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#336666;"&gt;1 class presentation&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;. great. fcuken great. shyyt. &lt;u&gt;6 projects&lt;/u&gt; &lt;em&gt;na dapat gawin&lt;/em&gt;. =s &lt;u&gt;&lt;em&gt;pano pa kaya sa 2 remaining modules&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/u&gt;.. goodluck. =/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tomorrow's class would be ENT. thank gawwd, 9am-12noon &lt;em&gt;lang&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so ok. ill update again maybe on weekend. im actually researching about the 1st project on ICM before i decided to blog. heh. sooo yeah. =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ta.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3270586719315073889-3044924406838457539?l=lettersandpictures.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lettersandpictures.blogspot.com/feeds/3044924406838457539/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3270586719315073889&amp;postID=3044924406838457539&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3270586719315073889/posts/default/3044924406838457539'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3270586719315073889/posts/default/3044924406838457539'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lettersandpictures.blogspot.com/2008/01/goodbye-diploma-days.html' title='goodbye diploma days!'/><author><name>mylife</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10838216970561125392</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1johsh9TM4U/SRSHDVuXccI/AAAAAAAAAD8/QyueqPpGvDY/S220/05-07-07_0725.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3270586719315073889.post-1966669733600821773</id><published>2008-01-16T01:43:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-05-07T09:07:41.640-07:00</updated><title type='text'>rawr</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="justify"&gt;ngarag. =s&lt;/p&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;same&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;old routine. sleep late, get up late.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;mommy wants me to &lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;switch&lt;/u&gt; to top up&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;strong&gt;temporarily&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;why? my phone bill's&lt;em&gt; hundred fifty &lt;strong&gt;plus&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;give me &lt;s&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;another chance&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/s&gt;. no, last chance. ill save. promise.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;eh, she even wants me to &lt;u&gt;go back&lt;/u&gt; working part-time. dad, my bf &amp;amp; i doesn't want to. so... &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;majority wins&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;. =D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Eyc's birthday's comiiiiiin. 21st, yea?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;hey, 2 more days. miss na kita. =)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;class'll be starting soon. yes! &lt;u&gt;SOON&lt;/u&gt;! and im very happy. cos i wont be staying at home for like 24hrs practically doing the same thing &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc9933;"&gt;EVERYDAY&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;heee. im chattin with Chelo right now. HAHA.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;ten.. ten.. uh.. ten? xS&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;p&gt;HAHAHA. im sorry. i was just &lt;em&gt;too lazy&lt;/em&gt; to blog. there's nothing to post out rin naman. sige, &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;wala na talaga ako malalagay&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;. plus im feelin sleepy. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3270586719315073889-1966669733600821773?l=lettersandpictures.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lettersandpictures.blogspot.com/feeds/1966669733600821773/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3270586719315073889&amp;postID=1966669733600821773&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3270586719315073889/posts/default/1966669733600821773'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3270586719315073889/posts/default/1966669733600821773'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lettersandpictures.blogspot.com/2008/01/rawr.html' title='rawr'/><author><name>mylife</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10838216970561125392</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1johsh9TM4U/SRSHDVuXccI/AAAAAAAAAD8/QyueqPpGvDY/S220/05-07-07_0725.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3270586719315073889.post-2683506298557330124</id><published>2008-01-10T02:56:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-05-07T09:11:09.604-07:00</updated><title type='text'>...</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;strong&gt;bakit&lt;/strong&gt; ba &lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;lagi&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt; na lang &lt;strong&gt;ako&lt;/strong&gt; yung &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;mali&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;..&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3270586719315073889-2683506298557330124?l=lettersandpictures.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lettersandpictures.blogspot.com/feeds/2683506298557330124/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3270586719315073889&amp;postID=2683506298557330124&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3270586719315073889/posts/default/2683506298557330124'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3270586719315073889/posts/default/2683506298557330124'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lettersandpictures.blogspot.com/2008/01/blog-post.html' title='...'/><author><name>mylife</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10838216970561125392</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1johsh9TM4U/SRSHDVuXccI/AAAAAAAAAD8/QyueqPpGvDY/S220/05-07-07_0725.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3270586719315073889.post-1196258803023058387</id><published>2008-01-07T23:17:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-07T08:45:54.323-08:00</updated><title type='text'>SEVENteenth.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;happy 17th monthsary nie.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;i fucken miss you&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;di bali, you're gonna book out this week. :)) we can celebrate it naman paglabas mo&lt;/em&gt;. HAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so yeah. schools started last 2nd. my sister wasnt feeling good about it. she said holidays was so &lt;em&gt;bitin.&lt;/em&gt; but for me, i had just started my hols last 29th last month and it'll be until 21st this month. yeah, it is the first time i had this kind of "&lt;em&gt;long&lt;/em&gt;" break. &lt;u&gt;im not enjoying&lt;/u&gt; it though. i wanted to go to school! :((&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;super boring. plus, im &lt;s&gt;nearly&lt;/s&gt; broke. no. &lt;strong&gt;im broke&lt;/strong&gt;. ohmygawd.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyways, i still have to wait. January 21 = my class starts = &lt;strong&gt;FUN&lt;/strong&gt;. haha. mind you, i love going to school ye know. *&amp;amp;%# HAHAH.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so yeah. basically i did &lt;em&gt;nothing&lt;/em&gt; today. but i went out. i went at my school to accompany Chelo inquire about &lt;strong&gt;BioMed&lt;/strong&gt; programme. we're with Michael. then after that, i went with them at Cring's place to watch I Am Legend, but we ended up watching &lt;em&gt;Coach Carter&lt;/em&gt; since pagdating namin dun yun ang pinapanood ni Rain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it was 7pm. Michael wanted to go home. pero manonood pa sana kami ng movie. kaso i was feeling sleepy then so i went with Michael. hinatid ako ni Chelo till bus stop. reached home at 8pm and slept for like.. 15mins?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;kasi &lt;strong&gt;he called na&lt;/strong&gt;. :))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;smsed &amp;amp; talked until 10pm. &lt;strong&gt;i damn miss you&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3270586719315073889-1196258803023058387?l=lettersandpictures.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lettersandpictures.blogspot.com/feeds/1196258803023058387/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3270586719315073889&amp;postID=1196258803023058387&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3270586719315073889/posts/default/1196258803023058387'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3270586719315073889/posts/default/1196258803023058387'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lettersandpictures.blogspot.com/2008/01/seventeenth.html' title='SEVENteenth.'/><author><name>mylife</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10838216970561125392</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1johsh9TM4U/SRSHDVuXccI/AAAAAAAAAD8/QyueqPpGvDY/S220/05-07-07_0725.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3270586719315073889.post-955828000824438715</id><published>2007-12-23T08:01:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-23T08:11:35.286-08:00</updated><title type='text'>finals.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;its been awhile since i last blogged.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;HAHA.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;i've been &lt;strong&gt;very busy&lt;/strong&gt; nowadays din kasi.&lt;br /&gt;im preparing for my &lt;u&gt;finals&lt;/u&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i actually finished ACG na. all i have to do is to finish MacroEcons, go through the whole book and shift to ACG to go through those topics i've already studied.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so yeah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;mom and my sisters were in Phil&lt;/strong&gt;. &lt;strong&gt;dad's overseas&lt;/strong&gt;. &lt;u&gt;im celebrating christmas with Khris and his family&lt;/u&gt;. haha. shyyy. kaso wala ako magagawa. kesa magcelebrate ako by myself. lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;darn. &lt;em&gt;i miss my sisters&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh well. my Khris will be booking out tmr. yay. (:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3270586719315073889-955828000824438715?l=lettersandpictures.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lettersandpictures.blogspot.com/feeds/955828000824438715/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3270586719315073889&amp;postID=955828000824438715&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3270586719315073889/posts/default/955828000824438715'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3270586719315073889/posts/default/955828000824438715'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lettersandpictures.blogspot.com/2007/12/finals.html' title='finals.'/><author><name>mylife</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10838216970561125392</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1johsh9TM4U/SRSHDVuXccI/AAAAAAAAAD8/QyueqPpGvDY/S220/05-07-07_0725.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3270586719315073889.post-7264920075782448227</id><published>2007-12-07T22:30:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-07T07:30:13.965-08:00</updated><title type='text'>16</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;happy 16th monthsary nie!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;so yea.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;dad came home today from &lt;u&gt;Thailand&lt;/u&gt;. i didn't expect he would be coming home &lt;u&gt;today&lt;/u&gt;. &lt;em&gt;i was planning to go out pa naman&lt;/em&gt;. good, i stayed at home and slept.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;dad bought &lt;u&gt;two bags&lt;/u&gt; for me and darn, i &lt;strong&gt;super&lt;/strong&gt; love it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh well.. school projects are &lt;u&gt;finally done&lt;/u&gt;. all i have to do now is &lt;strong&gt;prepare for my final exams&lt;/strong&gt;. woooh.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;degree level's gonna start soon. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i want to eat. heh. tata.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3270586719315073889-7264920075782448227?l=lettersandpictures.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lettersandpictures.blogspot.com/feeds/7264920075782448227/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3270586719315073889&amp;postID=7264920075782448227&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3270586719315073889/posts/default/7264920075782448227'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3270586719315073889/posts/default/7264920075782448227'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lettersandpictures.blogspot.com/2007/12/16.html' title='16'/><author><name>mylife</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10838216970561125392</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1johsh9TM4U/SRSHDVuXccI/AAAAAAAAAD8/QyueqPpGvDY/S220/05-07-07_0725.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3270586719315073889.post-6042373437776721129</id><published>2007-11-28T02:32:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-11-28T02:48:48.446-08:00</updated><title type='text'>tuesday.</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="justify"&gt;Chelo and Tina came over.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i woke up around 11am to clean my room. by 11:30, Chelo came and after lunch time, Tina arrived.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we actually did &lt;u&gt;nothing&lt;/u&gt;. HAHA. me and Tina supposed &lt;strong&gt;to do our assignment&lt;/strong&gt;, but it's &lt;u&gt;damn tough&lt;/u&gt; so we leave it first. and yeah, we planned to &lt;em&gt;cut classes &lt;/em&gt;tmr. heh. =p bad? &lt;strong&gt;NO&lt;/strong&gt;. haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i made french toasts for them. Chelo ate the chicken rice Tina bought for her (cos i asked Tina, hehe). after that we watched movies through internet. after the first movie, which is &lt;em&gt;tinulugan ni Tina&lt;/em&gt;.. i and Chelo cooked fried rice (the one she cooked before that i &lt;strong&gt;super like&lt;/strong&gt;!). hehe. then we ate and watched movie again. =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;by 6pm Tina left. we went with her at the bus stop. afterwards, Chelo and I went at the grocery to buy rice cos I'm uh, out of stock. HAHAH. so yeah, after that we decided to go &lt;strong&gt;Fish n Co (Changi Airport)&lt;/strong&gt; to visit Caren &amp;amp; Khris. and yeah, to eat. HAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ordered &lt;u&gt;Fishy Maria&lt;/u&gt;, &lt;strong&gt;2 mugs of Calsberg &lt;/strong&gt;and &lt;strong&gt;Fried Calamari&lt;/strong&gt;. wooo. nice nice! =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we waited for Caren and Khris and went home together. arrived at home around &lt;em&gt;12:30am&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;uh that's it. =p&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3270586719315073889-6042373437776721129?l=lettersandpictures.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lettersandpictures.blogspot.com/feeds/6042373437776721129/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3270586719315073889&amp;postID=6042373437776721129&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3270586719315073889/posts/default/6042373437776721129'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3270586719315073889/posts/default/6042373437776721129'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lettersandpictures.blogspot.com/2007/11/tuesday.html' title='tuesday.'/><author><name>mylife</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10838216970561125392</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1johsh9TM4U/SRSHDVuXccI/AAAAAAAAAD8/QyueqPpGvDY/S220/05-07-07_0725.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3270586719315073889.post-2646506616623990320</id><published>2007-11-21T03:46:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-11-20T23:05:32.258-08:00</updated><title type='text'>phew.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;we &lt;strong&gt;almost&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;s&gt;broke up&lt;/s&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;AGAIN&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3270586719315073889-2646506616623990320?l=lettersandpictures.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lettersandpictures.blogspot.com/feeds/2646506616623990320/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3270586719315073889&amp;postID=2646506616623990320&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3270586719315073889/posts/default/2646506616623990320'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3270586719315073889/posts/default/2646506616623990320'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lettersandpictures.blogspot.com/2007/11/phew.html' title='phew.'/><author><name>mylife</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10838216970561125392</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1johsh9TM4U/SRSHDVuXccI/AAAAAAAAAD8/QyueqPpGvDY/S220/05-07-07_0725.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3270586719315073889.post-6446781407017254728</id><published>2007-11-10T06:32:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-11-12T07:54:30.379-08:00</updated><title type='text'>=)</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;after 2 weeks of suffering from exams and staying at home for 24 hours to study,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;center&gt;i'll be seeing Khris again! HAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so yeah.. as he had promised before, he had scheduled a day for us to go out which is today. i woke up around 9:30am to prepare. we met at &lt;strong&gt;Serangoon MRT&lt;/strong&gt; at 11am and went at Vivo City. he wants to buy this cap kasi. ayun, so after that we had lunch. tumambay sandali then went at Bugis. &lt;u&gt;did some shopping&lt;/u&gt;.. oh my, &lt;strong&gt;para siyang girl kung mag-shopping&lt;/strong&gt;! HAHAH. oh, he actualy wanted to buy this nice shoes but unfortunately, no size for him. HAHA. so he ended up buying shirt na lang and a pair of 2 same watches for both of us. haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it was 7pm when we went at City Hall naman. we had ur dinner at Esplanade. naglakad-lakad.. pictures.. then he decided to go at Starbucks. he wanted to buy &lt;strong&gt;Blueberry Cheesecake&lt;/strong&gt; sana since it was my fave. but too bad.. out of stock. so he bought 1 drink and &lt;strong&gt;Mango cheescake&lt;/strong&gt; instead. it was nice though. yum! HAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img height="250" src="http://i11.photobucket.com/albums/a176/gluhm/che5.jpg" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;so yun. we left around 9:00pm. hinatid niya ko.. then he left.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;center&gt;grabe Nie, i had a woonnddeerrffuull day with you. ILOVEYOU! (:&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3270586719315073889-6446781407017254728?l=lettersandpictures.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lettersandpictures.blogspot.com/feeds/6446781407017254728/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3270586719315073889&amp;postID=6446781407017254728&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3270586719315073889/posts/default/6446781407017254728'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3270586719315073889/posts/default/6446781407017254728'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lettersandpictures.blogspot.com/2007/11/blog-post.html' title='=)'/><author><name>mylife</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10838216970561125392</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1johsh9TM4U/SRSHDVuXccI/AAAAAAAAAD8/QyueqPpGvDY/S220/05-07-07_0725.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3270586719315073889.post-1615027200480420943</id><published>2007-10-28T00:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-11-12T06:32:24.399-08:00</updated><title type='text'>debut</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;img height="280" src="http://i11.photobucket.com/albums/a176/gluhm/chels.jpg" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt; &lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#993399;"&gt;Happy 18th Birthday, Chelo!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/center&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;so yeah. went at &lt;strong&gt;East Vale&lt;/strong&gt; to celebrate her &lt;em&gt;18th birthday&lt;/em&gt;. it was really a blast. kahit medyo nakakabitin. HAHA. uh yeah, i'll never forget how her face changed from a gloomy into a bright smile when &lt;em&gt;someone&lt;/em&gt; came. HAHAHAH. anyways, celebration started around 7pm nd ended up around 11pm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;pictures &lt;strong&gt;SOON&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3270586719315073889-1615027200480420943?l=lettersandpictures.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lettersandpictures.blogspot.com/feeds/1615027200480420943/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3270586719315073889&amp;postID=1615027200480420943&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3270586719315073889/posts/default/1615027200480420943'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3270586719315073889/posts/default/1615027200480420943'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lettersandpictures.blogspot.com/2007/10/debut.html' title='debut'/><author><name>mylife</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10838216970561125392</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1johsh9TM4U/SRSHDVuXccI/AAAAAAAAAD8/QyueqPpGvDY/S220/05-07-07_0725.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3270586719315073889.post-5435049783499281251</id><published>2007-10-17T04:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-17T04:46:38.913-07:00</updated><title type='text'>pr class</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;our &lt;b&gt;Public Relations&lt;/b&gt; class had a class presentation about the cultures of Singapore (within our class).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;groups were divided last week according to which country you came from. and yea... &lt;u&gt;too bad for me again&lt;/u&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;i am the only Filipino girl&lt;/b&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;AHAHAH.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok. Malcom, the only Nigerian guy, asked me whether i want to join his group cos Tina, Attenya and Eva, who were all came from China joined him and never joined the group of China as the members were already quite a lot. Stephanie, a Singaporean girl, asked me to join Malcom's group too since she's going to join there too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i said &lt;i&gt;ok&lt;/i&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but then, Yen, a Vietnamese girl, approached me and told me that she &lt;u&gt;wanted to help me&lt;/u&gt; do my reporting about my country. so sweet. heh. then i said ok and informed the lecturer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so today, 9:30am, class presentation started.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;groups include &lt;b&gt;Singapore, India, Myanmar, Indonesia, China, Vietnam, Cambodia, Philippines, Sri Lanka, and Nigeria&lt;/b&gt;. i think that's all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;groups did well done. i don't know about me. HAHAH. we presented about our country's &lt;u&gt;flag, culture, foods, and festival&lt;/u&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;there were some of my classmates too &lt;u&gt;who wore their traditional dress&lt;/u&gt; and one school photographer took their photos and will be &lt;b&gt;featured in our school magazine&lt;/b&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and here are some random photos during the presentation..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img height="210" src="http://i11.photobucket.com/albums/a176/gluhm/image000-1.jpg" width="255" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Indians w/ my lecturer on the left&lt;br /&gt;(singing their nat'l anthem)&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img height="210" src="http://i11.photobucket.com/albums/a176/gluhm/image001-1.jpg" width="255" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Indonesians&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img height="210" src="http://i11.photobucket.com/albums/a176/gluhm/image002-1.jpg" width="255" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nigerian with the help of Nitish from India&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img height="210" src="http://i11.photobucket.com/albums/a176/gluhm/image003.jpg" width="255" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sri Lankan alone. (Grace operating ppt, lol)&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img height="210" src="http://i11.photobucket.com/albums/a176/gluhm/image004-1.jpg" width="255" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Myanmar&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img height="210" src="http://i11.photobucket.com/albums/a176/gluhm/image006.jpg" width="255" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;China&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;ok. &lt;b&gt;my phone sucks&lt;/b&gt;. HAHA. i forgot to bring my camera. stupid siaa. HAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so yea. i wasn't able to take photos of the other groups..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway, so our class was dismissed around 1pm. i went home with Tina and Attenya.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;now, me Tina's having problem doing our &lt;u&gt;Business Law term paper&lt;/u&gt;. =X&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3270586719315073889-5435049783499281251?l=lettersandpictures.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lettersandpictures.blogspot.com/feeds/5435049783499281251/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3270586719315073889&amp;postID=5435049783499281251&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3270586719315073889/posts/default/5435049783499281251'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3270586719315073889/posts/default/5435049783499281251'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lettersandpictures.blogspot.com/2007/10/pr-class.html' title='pr class'/><author><name>mylife</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10838216970561125392</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1johsh9TM4U/SRSHDVuXccI/AAAAAAAAAD8/QyueqPpGvDY/S220/05-07-07_0725.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3270586719315073889.post-7300340832421321467</id><published>2007-10-07T22:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-17T04:00:09.207-07:00</updated><title type='text'>14th.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;ill keep this &lt;i&gt;short&lt;/i&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sister's nagging at me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok. october 7th. &lt;b&gt;14th month&lt;/b&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i went to church with him. after that we ate lunch outside. 4:00pm we went at Serangoon, bought foods at the grocery shop and went home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;he cooked our dinner&lt;/b&gt;, and ate &lt;u&gt;with us&lt;/u&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;how was the food? oh, &lt;u&gt;my parents liked it&lt;/u&gt;. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;that's it. that's it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;tata!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3270586719315073889-7300340832421321467?l=lettersandpictures.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lettersandpictures.blogspot.com/feeds/7300340832421321467/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3270586719315073889&amp;postID=7300340832421321467&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3270586719315073889/posts/default/7300340832421321467'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3270586719315073889/posts/default/7300340832421321467'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lettersandpictures.blogspot.com/2007/10/14th.html' title='14th.'/><author><name>mylife</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10838216970561125392</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1johsh9TM4U/SRSHDVuXccI/AAAAAAAAAD8/QyueqPpGvDY/S220/05-07-07_0725.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3270586719315073889.post-5373719265059812607</id><published>2007-09-30T04:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-04T00:57:40.200-07:00</updated><title type='text'>legal</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;b&gt;i miss Chelo&lt;/b&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i worked at Pizza Hut the &lt;b&gt;whole day&lt;/b&gt;. morning shift was very boring. i had my break with Aisyah. after that we went back for the night shift. Siew Leng assigned me again as a &lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;CSR&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;. fcuk. &lt;i&gt;colds + irritating customers made my day very bad&lt;/i&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i started smsing Chelo. told her i miss her and how those customers sitting at A6 (combined tables) irritted me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway, the next time i catch colds again, &lt;u&gt;i'll skip my duty&lt;/u&gt;. heh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;me and my sister left Pizza Hut as soon as we finished our section.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;whilst waiting for bus 155, Aisyah joined us as she was also going to take the same bus. we talked about gossips at PH. haha. few moments later, this Filipina girl working at Secret Recipe (beside PH) came, and joined us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok ok, whilst i was at the bus, i started smsing my mom saying that i wanted to talk to them. after my mom's 2nd reply, my dad called. he asked me what are we going to talk about then i told him that it'll be better if we talk &lt;em&gt;personally&lt;/em&gt;, so ok. he said they're gonna wait for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;as soon as i reached home, my heart started beating very fast. haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so yeah.. i actually talked to them about &lt;b&gt;Khris&lt;/b&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;3 hours&lt;/b&gt; of seating there. listening to their advices. and telling them about me and him. they're somehow disappointed cos after 13 months, &lt;em&gt;saka lang ako nagsabi&lt;/em&gt;. anyway, we finished like 3:30am! =.='&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;result? &lt;i&gt;*smiles*&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Khris &amp;amp; I are officially &lt;i&gt;legal&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3270586719315073889-5373719265059812607?l=lettersandpictures.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lettersandpictures.blogspot.com/feeds/5373719265059812607/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3270586719315073889&amp;postID=5373719265059812607&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3270586719315073889/posts/default/5373719265059812607'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3270586719315073889/posts/default/5373719265059812607'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lettersandpictures.blogspot.com/2007/09/legal.html' title='legal'/><author><name>mylife</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10838216970561125392</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1johsh9TM4U/SRSHDVuXccI/AAAAAAAAAD8/QyueqPpGvDY/S220/05-07-07_0725.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3270586719315073889.post-8642816880407496759</id><published>2007-09-14T04:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-14T05:11:30.868-07:00</updated><title type='text'>off.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;i went at &lt;strong&gt;Orchard&lt;/strong&gt; just now. accompanied Caren to buy something for "&lt;em&gt;Kokey&lt;/em&gt;". HAHAH. i went to check out narin some stuffs. hindi narin kami nag-tagal cos Chelo was like waiting for us at Bedok kasi pupunta kami CCK to &lt;u&gt;fetch&lt;/u&gt; &lt;em&gt;that&lt;/em&gt; &lt;strong&gt;someone&lt;/strong&gt;. lol. kaso i changed my mind narin and i decided to go home. antok din kasi ako.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;when i reached home, my sister asked me to go out with her. tambay lang somewhere around Serangoon. so we bought something to eat at Fairprice then we went at &lt;strong&gt;Serangoon Community Park&lt;/strong&gt;. kwentuhan. took random photos like retards. HAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img height="200" src="http://i11.photobucket.com/albums/a176/gluhm/image000.jpg" width="240" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img height="240" src="http://i11.photobucket.com/albums/a176/gluhm/image002.jpg" width="190" /&gt; &lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;and she was like really craving. heh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;so yeah, nung wala na kami magawa, we decided to go back home. uh, my sister's currently drawing. and me.. blogging. HAHA. bored sia.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;im gonna take a &lt;strong&gt;nap&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;tata.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3270586719315073889-8642816880407496759?l=lettersandpictures.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lettersandpictures.blogspot.com/feeds/8642816880407496759/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3270586719315073889&amp;postID=8642816880407496759&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3270586719315073889/posts/default/8642816880407496759'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3270586719315073889/posts/default/8642816880407496759'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lettersandpictures.blogspot.com/2007/09/off.html' title='off.'/><author><name>mylife</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10838216970561125392</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1johsh9TM4U/SRSHDVuXccI/AAAAAAAAAD8/QyueqPpGvDY/S220/05-07-07_0725.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3270586719315073889.post-8999618423690561924</id><published>2007-09-07T23:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-14T04:51:13.674-07:00</updated><title type='text'>double.</title><content type='html'>sept 7. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;double date&lt;/em&gt;. HAHA.&lt;br /&gt;with whom? &lt;em&gt;my soulmate and her prince&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;1 year and 1 month&lt;/strong&gt;, hun.&lt;br /&gt;im &lt;em&gt;loving&lt;/em&gt; you &lt;strong&gt;more&lt;/strong&gt;. (:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3270586719315073889-8999618423690561924?l=lettersandpictures.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lettersandpictures.blogspot.com/feeds/8999618423690561924/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3270586719315073889&amp;postID=8999618423690561924&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3270586719315073889/posts/default/8999618423690561924'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3270586719315073889/posts/default/8999618423690561924'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lettersandpictures.blogspot.com/2007/09/double.html' title='double.'/><author><name>mylife</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10838216970561125392</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1johsh9TM4U/SRSHDVuXccI/AAAAAAAAAD8/QyueqPpGvDY/S220/05-07-07_0725.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3270586719315073889.post-369744124555416050</id><published>2007-09-02T19:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-14T04:52:11.865-07:00</updated><title type='text'>hello holidays!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;exams are &lt;strong&gt;finally&lt;/strong&gt; over.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;let these random photos tell what happened during those "&lt;em&gt;preparation days&lt;/em&gt;" before premlims. HAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img height="200" src="http://i11.photobucket.com/albums/a176/gluhm/image001.jpg" width="250" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Jerry &amp; Serin&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img height="200" src="http://i11.photobucket.com/albums/a176/gluhm/hhh.jpg" width="250" /&gt; &lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;caught: &lt;strong&gt;sleeping&lt;/strong&gt;. HAHA.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img height="240" src="http://i11.photobucket.com/albums/a176/gluhm/hhhh.jpg" width="200" /&gt; &lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Tina&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img height="240" src="http://i11.photobucket.com/albums/a176/gluhm/2.jpg" width="200" /&gt; &lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;HAHAHAH.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img height="210" src="http://i11.photobucket.com/albums/a176/gluhm/image004.jpg" width="250" /&gt; &lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Mony's house.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img height="240" src="http://i11.photobucket.com/albums/a176/gluhm/image005.jpg" width="200" /&gt; &lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Tina &amp;amp; Mony&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img height="200" src="http://i11.photobucket.com/albums/a176/gluhm/hh.jpg" width="230" /&gt; &lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;studying? no. &lt;em&gt;watching movie&lt;/em&gt;. HAHAHA.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img height="240" src="http://i11.photobucket.com/albums/a176/gluhm/999.jpg" width="200" /&gt; &lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;he's always like that. HAHAH.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt; &lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;so yeah. there are actually a few more photos kaso i feel very lazy para i-post. some more, &lt;strong&gt;nakakahiya&lt;/strong&gt; yung iba. HAHAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i think that would be all.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;tata.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3270586719315073889-369744124555416050?l=lettersandpictures.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lettersandpictures.blogspot.com/feeds/369744124555416050/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3270586719315073889&amp;postID=369744124555416050&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3270586719315073889/posts/default/369744124555416050'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3270586719315073889/posts/default/369744124555416050'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lettersandpictures.blogspot.com/2007/09/hello-holidays.html' title='hello holidays!'/><author><name>mylife</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10838216970561125392</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1johsh9TM4U/SRSHDVuXccI/AAAAAAAAAD8/QyueqPpGvDY/S220/05-07-07_0725.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3270586719315073889.post-485957262152239082</id><published>2007-08-21T01:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-21T10:26:17.173-07:00</updated><title type='text'>ignore. heh.</title><content type='html'>ok ok ok. &lt;i&gt;finally&lt;/i&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'll just take a break. from doing this oh-so-fcukin-&lt;b&gt;tough&lt;/b&gt; term paper. i actually miss blogging. haha. too bad i was busy this past few days kaya hindi ako makapag-post.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anw. fcuk man. this is the &lt;u&gt;worst&lt;/u&gt; term paper so far.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAHAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;uh, chatting with Tina. oh. &lt;b&gt;random&lt;/b&gt; entry na lang to. lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so yeah. this week's our final week for 2nd term.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;u&gt;next week = exams&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/u&gt;. FCUK.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it's stressing me out! &lt;u&gt;5 days to revise for IBS&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;7 days for IIF&lt;/u&gt;. =/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh-my-gawd.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so yeah. oh, last monday i skipped classes.&lt;br /&gt;i mean, &lt;b&gt;WE skipped&lt;/b&gt;. haha.&lt;br /&gt;only 10 students attended. lol. nakakatamad naman kasi.&lt;br /&gt;plus, umuulan pa non. heh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so yun. sige ill get back to my work.&lt;br /&gt;non sense na to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAHAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;tata&lt;/i&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3270586719315073889-485957262152239082?l=lettersandpictures.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lettersandpictures.blogspot.com/feeds/485957262152239082/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3270586719315073889&amp;postID=485957262152239082&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3270586719315073889/posts/default/485957262152239082'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3270586719315073889/posts/default/485957262152239082'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lettersandpictures.blogspot.com/2007/08/ignore-heh.html' title='ignore. heh.'/><author><name>mylife</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10838216970561125392</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1johsh9TM4U/SRSHDVuXccI/AAAAAAAAAD8/QyueqPpGvDY/S220/05-07-07_0725.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3270586719315073889.post-501538402275530021</id><published>2007-08-15T14:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-17T02:47:22.986-07:00</updated><title type='text'>IIF class</title><content type='html'>oouuuhhhkay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so we had our IIF class today.&lt;br /&gt;and it was fcukin boring.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;see.. this is the result of getting bored in class.&lt;br /&gt;haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img height="230" src="http://i11.photobucket.com/albums/a176/gluhm/blog2-1.jpg" width="280" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;tiny's donkey got a bf already! tina's hippo. haha. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;img height="220" src="http://i11.photobucket.com/albums/a176/gluhm/blog3.jpg" width="280" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;with Stephanie's lil bear. lol.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;so yeah.. thank goodness the lecturer didn't noticed us taking non sense photos. HAHAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yeah, one more shot.. Tina took this..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img height="220" src="http://i11.photobucket.com/albums/a176/gluhm/blog1.jpg" width="290" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAHA. don't have a lot of students right? next time i'll take a shot ng whole classroom talaga and you'll see. some are sleeping, some are day dreaming. some i don't know whether they're sleeping with their eyes open or they're really listening. that's normal. heh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but usually naman our IIF class aren't boring. that time kasi we were studying about theories. mas gusto kasi naming may ginagawa.. i mean those practical ones. solving problems.. yun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so our class ended up at 12 noon. tmr whole day. shyt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok. end it up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"i hate you". those words go round and round my head.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;tata.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3270586719315073889-501538402275530021?l=lettersandpictures.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lettersandpictures.blogspot.com/feeds/501538402275530021/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3270586719315073889&amp;postID=501538402275530021&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3270586719315073889/posts/default/501538402275530021'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3270586719315073889/posts/default/501538402275530021'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lettersandpictures.blogspot.com/2007/08/iif-class.html' title='IIF class'/><author><name>mylife</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10838216970561125392</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1johsh9TM4U/SRSHDVuXccI/AAAAAAAAAD8/QyueqPpGvDY/S220/05-07-07_0725.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3270586719315073889.post-3048380450942757367</id><published>2007-08-10T15:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-12T16:44:26.147-07:00</updated><title type='text'>friiiiday.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img height="250" src="http://i11.photobucket.com/albums/a176/gluhm/10-08-07_1523.jpg" width="290" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ouuuhhhkkaaayyy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so today was &lt;b&gt;fcukin tiring&lt;/b&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we had our &lt;u&gt;IBS class&lt;/u&gt; today. and it was conducted in the afternoon. phew. at least i &lt;u&gt;dont have&lt;/u&gt; any duty at Pizza Hut.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so yeah. at the start of the lesson, it was quite ok. we can still understand those theories. but as it goes further, omg. HAHAH. &lt;i&gt;sakiiiit sa ulo&lt;/i&gt; man! then after our class, we have to study those cases. ugh. &lt;b&gt;8 page-case study&lt;/b&gt;. uuuggghh. everyone's getting a hard time to read and understand the case. &lt;b&gt;group work&lt;/b&gt; na yun ha. pero hainku. hindi talaga namin maintindihan. HAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;since we didn't have too much time to finish reading and present it to the class, the lecturer decided to continue it next monday. phew.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;went home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;i think that's the end of the story&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i slept.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3270586719315073889-3048380450942757367?l=lettersandpictures.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lettersandpictures.blogspot.com/feeds/3048380450942757367/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3270586719315073889&amp;postID=3048380450942757367&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3270586719315073889/posts/default/3048380450942757367'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3270586719315073889/posts/default/3048380450942757367'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lettersandpictures.blogspot.com/2007/08/friiiiday.html' title='friiiiday.'/><author><name>mylife</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10838216970561125392</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1johsh9TM4U/SRSHDVuXccI/AAAAAAAAAD8/QyueqPpGvDY/S220/05-07-07_0725.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3270586719315073889.post-861026648276246221</id><published>2007-08-07T23:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-07T16:01:37.914-07:00</updated><title type='text'>first</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;uh. i dont feel like posting today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lazy sia. HAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;oh well. today's &lt;b&gt;our&lt;/b&gt; &lt;i&gt;first anniversary&lt;/i&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;sooo yeah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ill just summarise what happened the whole day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mike, Ton &amp;amp; Khris fetched me in school. went at Queensway. ate. then took a bus to Orchard. bought stuffs. dinner. then went at my place and stayed at the void deck. asked my sister to come down.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;didn't&lt;/i&gt; celebrate too much though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i still &lt;i&gt;somehow&lt;/i&gt; enjoyed this day with them*.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;uh. went home around 11pm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;went online and.. that's it. very boring. =]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;center&gt;sucks.&lt;/center&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tata.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3270586719315073889-861026648276246221?l=lettersandpictures.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lettersandpictures.blogspot.com/feeds/861026648276246221/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3270586719315073889&amp;postID=861026648276246221&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3270586719315073889/posts/default/861026648276246221'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3270586719315073889/posts/default/861026648276246221'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lettersandpictures.blogspot.com/2007/08/first.html' title='first'/><author><name>mylife</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10838216970561125392</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1johsh9TM4U/SRSHDVuXccI/AAAAAAAAAD8/QyueqPpGvDY/S220/05-07-07_0725.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3270586719315073889.post-6160426758358130606</id><published>2007-08-03T07:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-02T16:03:12.977-07:00</updated><title type='text'>headache</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;i&gt;fffcccuuukkk&lt;/i&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i've been sleeping &lt;u&gt;every night&lt;/u&gt; for &lt;b&gt;only 3 hours&lt;/b&gt; since this week started. and shit. this is starting to give me a headache, take note: &lt;b&gt;a terrible headache&lt;/b&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok ok. so lemme tell why.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;our second term's &lt;u&gt;very&lt;/u&gt; demanding. we've just started a few lessons for this particular module but hell, the lecturer were starting to conduct oral recitations and all that. ang nakakainis pa don, his questions are focused on this &lt;u&gt;case studies&lt;/u&gt; na binibigay niya samin for us to read. every lesson niya binibigay yon, and that simply means we &lt;u&gt;have to read&lt;/u&gt; different &lt;b&gt;7-page case studies&lt;/b&gt; every night. fcuk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok.. so the other reason is that, &lt;i&gt;im working&lt;/i&gt;. everytime na may 9-12pm ako na class, for sure may duty ako non. and it'll be 5-10pm. oh no, &lt;b&gt;5-11:30pm&lt;/b&gt;. kaya yung ibang school works ginagawa ko pagdating ko sa bahay. o kaya pag-gising. for this week, i've started my duty last wed, ytd (which was dapat wala naman talaga) and meron today. i am &lt;i&gt;trying&lt;/i&gt; to &lt;u&gt;balance&lt;/u&gt; everything. studies, work and that fcukin time na sinasabi mo*. sighs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh, meron pang isang reason. im studying in the morning, working in the evening, and after that &lt;b&gt;oh-so-tiring day&lt;/b&gt;, kailangan ko pa siya* kausapin until 2am. darating ako sa bahay ng.. let'say 1am. tapos hindi pa ako makagawa ng mga gagawin ko kasi kausap ko siya over the phone. masaklap pa non, kapag binaba ko mauusog yung time ng paguusap namin. oh my. tulad niyan, kaninang 2am ulit lang ako natulog. woke up around 5:45am. shit headache. i cant even concentrate during lessons (minsan) kasi &lt;b&gt;sooobrang&lt;/b&gt; antok.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;aaarrrgghhh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh well. sanayan lang.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so yeah.. &lt;i&gt;so far&lt;/i&gt; yan lang gusto ko sabihin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hafta do sth.&lt;br /&gt;tata.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-you don't even understand.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3270586719315073889-6160426758358130606?l=lettersandpictures.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lettersandpictures.blogspot.com/feeds/6160426758358130606/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3270586719315073889&amp;postID=6160426758358130606&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3270586719315073889/posts/default/6160426758358130606'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3270586719315073889/posts/default/6160426758358130606'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lettersandpictures.blogspot.com/2007/08/headache.html' title='headache'/><author><name>mylife</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10838216970561125392</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1johsh9TM4U/SRSHDVuXccI/AAAAAAAAAD8/QyueqPpGvDY/S220/05-07-07_0725.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3270586719315073889.post-5601176339911700678</id><published>2007-07-31T22:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-31T22:46:39.781-07:00</updated><title type='text'>bugis</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;as i have promised. =]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a lot of &lt;i&gt;changes&lt;/i&gt; baby. new url. deleted old entries. layout.&lt;br /&gt;in short, parang bago den. HAHAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;since this'll be my first entry (&lt;i&gt;again&lt;/i&gt;), magkwento na lang ako.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;uh, our second term has already started. we'll be taking IBS and IIF, &lt;b&gt;International Business Strategy&lt;/b&gt; &amp; &lt;b&gt;Introduction to International Finance&lt;/b&gt; respectively. today was our 2nd class for IBS pala and tmr's the first class for IFM. so yeah. dismissed by 4pm [all afternoon classes would be conducted from &lt;u&gt;1-4pm&lt;/u&gt; na kasi instead of 2-5pm].&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;i went at Bugis with Tina&lt;/b&gt;. =]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;whilst we were on our way to Bugis i kept teaching Tina some Tagalog words. HAHA. kakatuwa kasi siya mag-pronounce. (siyempre.) yung "Magandang Hapon" niya kasi was "Magamdam Hopi" [basta sounds like hobby or sth]. HAHAH. that actually made my day though kasi we kept on &lt;u&gt;laughing so hard&lt;/u&gt; inside the train. even those Filipino office workers standing in front of us were laughing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;when we reached Bugis, kumain muna kami. tapos non we went shopping na. [yeah shopping, &lt;i&gt;kala mo naman ang dami ng pera&lt;/i&gt;.] haha. bought some tops, a pair of shorts &amp;amp; a watch. &lt;b&gt;all are black &amp;amp; white&lt;/b&gt; baby. HAHA. Tina bought the same, not literally the same. &lt;u&gt;amount&lt;/u&gt;, ok? heh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so yun. sumakay na ako ng 147 malapit sa hostel na tinutuluyan ni Tina. dun na lang ako sumakay para narin may kamasa si Tina on her way home kasi walking distance na lang naman na from Bugis MRT.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;reached home around 6:30pm, took a nap then nag-online.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;uhh. &lt;u&gt;i have &lt;s&gt;morning&lt;/s&gt; class tmr&lt;/u&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and &lt;u&gt;a 5-10pm duty at Pizza Hut&lt;/u&gt;. [yes, i am working again at PH.] raar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so yeah. i think this would be enough. 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