<?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-30817200</id><updated>2012-02-16T05:43:59.727-08:00</updated><category term='randomness'/><category term='Update'/><category term='randmoness'/><category term='Party'/><category term='something new'/><title type='text'>Reflections</title><subtitle type='html'>Backward, turn backward
O Time in thy flight,
Make me a child again,
Just for one night.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hapzster.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30817200/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hapzster.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>HaPi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08361868329125408453</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_0hUUK0hPjVU/R1Ai6JvE7QI/AAAAAAAAAAM/00J_ZECJlX4/S220/IMG_6519.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>33</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30817200.post-3461219662218402729</id><published>2007-12-15T03:44:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-15T04:02:35.268-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Two things to Remember</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: arial; color: rgb(51, 51, 0);"&gt;It was a crazy day for me. The situation had gotten worse. I didn't know whom to believe anymore. I was confused--it felt awful. I was depressed. I felt as if I didn't have anyone to talk to. Until my dad called me into his office. And told me to remember two things:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;1. I am not the designer of the universe--God is, and He is in control.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left; font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 51, 51);"&gt;I'm guilty of trying to change the world. I try to change the people around me. But I couldn't.      And it frustrated me so badly, I felt depressed whenever I failed. Whenever it wasn't in my         power to change someone, make them see what I saw, it felt as if my world had fallen apart. I      forgot one thing. I forgot that there is one great Designer who does all things for good to those      who love Him. He holds everything in His hands and I've failed to trust Him.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;2. The universe was not made to satisfy me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial; color: rgb(0, 51, 51);"&gt;Another one of my flaws. Whenever I'm not happy about something around me, I feel blue. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial; color: rgb(0, 51, 51);"&gt;When things don't go my way, i feel down. I forgot that God didn't give me the universe for my own satisfaction. My only purpose on this earth is to glorify God. If God has given me a dark trial, I shouldn't feel depressed. I should use the opportunity to give glory to my Creator's name, in whatever situation He puts me in. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30817200-3461219662218402729?l=hapzster.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hapzster.blogspot.com/feeds/3461219662218402729/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30817200&amp;postID=3461219662218402729&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30817200/posts/default/3461219662218402729'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30817200/posts/default/3461219662218402729'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hapzster.blogspot.com/2007/12/two-things-to-remember.html' title='Two things to Remember'/><author><name>HaPi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08361868329125408453</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_0hUUK0hPjVU/R1Ai6JvE7QI/AAAAAAAAAAM/00J_ZECJlX4/S220/IMG_6519.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30817200.post-1680491346442118491</id><published>2007-12-14T18:04:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T14:27:33.340-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Reminders</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0hUUK0hPjVU/R2M4dJ1VN2I/AAAAAAAAAAg/8PwbCtDK7EE/s1600-h/lghtshine.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0hUUK0hPjVU/R2M4dJ1VN2I/AAAAAAAAAAg/8PwbCtDK7EE/s400/lghtshine.gif" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5144017272894207842" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;"For God hath not given us the spirit of fear; but of power, and of love, and of a sound mind." &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0); font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;II Timothy 1:7&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204); font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;"For God is not the author of confusion, but of peace." I Corinthians 14:33&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;"For the Lord God will help me; therefore shall I not be confounded; therefore have I set my face like a flint, and I know that I shall not be ashamed." Isaiah 50:7&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102); font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Cast thy burden upon the Lord and he shall sustain thee: he shall never suffer the righteous to be moved." Psalm 55:22&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153); font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;"Great peace have they which love thy law: and nothing shall offend them." Psalm 119:165&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0); font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"For I am persuaded that neither death, nor life, nor angels, nor principalities, nor powers, nor things present, nor things to come, nor height, nor depth, nor any other creature shall be able to separate us from the love of God which is in Christ Jesus our Lord."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153); font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;"He heals the broken in heart, and binds up their wounds."   Psalm 147:3&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30817200-1680491346442118491?l=hapzster.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hapzster.blogspot.com/feeds/1680491346442118491/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30817200&amp;postID=1680491346442118491&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30817200/posts/default/1680491346442118491'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30817200/posts/default/1680491346442118491'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hapzster.blogspot.com/2007/12/reminders.html' title='Reminders'/><author><name>HaPi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08361868329125408453</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_0hUUK0hPjVU/R1Ai6JvE7QI/AAAAAAAAAAM/00J_ZECJlX4/S220/IMG_6519.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0hUUK0hPjVU/R2M4dJ1VN2I/AAAAAAAAAAg/8PwbCtDK7EE/s72-c/lghtshine.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30817200.post-7118721672594635684</id><published>2007-12-14T05:49:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-14T05:53:46.549-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Heartbroken</title><content type='html'>I don't know who to talk to. I don't know whom to believe. It's so stupid of me to act on emotions. But keeping this inside me hurts so badly. I just had to let it out. I had to talk to her, tell her i knew what she was hiding. But in doing that, i broke the trust of the people who wanted me to wait. But i couldn't wait. I couldn't go on living day by day with her, smiling up at her as if i knew nothing. I wanted to hear her side of the story. I wanted to trust her. I wanted things to be the way they were before that great spiritual tragedy.&lt;br /&gt;But i guess i acted rashly. I broke their trust. And instead of finding peace in telling her... here i am once more, oh so down and confused.&lt;br /&gt;I wish i could be a kid again. I wish i could go back to those days when all i had to worry about was a scraped knee and all the only wrong thing i knew she did was stealing a cookie. =(&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30817200-7118721672594635684?l=hapzster.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hapzster.blogspot.com/feeds/7118721672594635684/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30817200&amp;postID=7118721672594635684&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30817200/posts/default/7118721672594635684'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30817200/posts/default/7118721672594635684'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hapzster.blogspot.com/2007/12/heartbroken.html' title='Heartbroken'/><author><name>HaPi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08361868329125408453</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_0hUUK0hPjVU/R1Ai6JvE7QI/AAAAAAAAAAM/00J_ZECJlX4/S220/IMG_6519.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30817200.post-7266063107697314683</id><published>2007-12-10T05:58:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-10T06:14:42.881-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I Know She's Lying</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman; color: rgb(102, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;I'm not stupid. I know what she's keeping from me. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman; color: rgb(102, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;I know I don't believe her. I know I don't trust her.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman; color: rgb(102, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;But I can't explain &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-family: times new roman; color: rgb(102, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;why&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman; color: rgb(102, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman; color: rgb(102, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;What made her believe that I won't find out? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman; color: rgb(102, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;How can she live life from day to day, smile at me, accept my little acts of affection,&lt;br /&gt;knowing that she is hiding a dark secret?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman; color: rgb(102, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;It hurts to be lied to.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman; color: rgb(102, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;It hurts even more when the person knows &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;you&lt;/span&gt; know, but she doesn't care. :(&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman; color: rgb(102, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;I know she's lying.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman; color: rgb(102, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;And I'm losing my best friend.... ='(&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/30817200-7266063107697314683?l=hapzster.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hapzster.blogspot.com/feeds/7266063107697314683/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30817200&amp;postID=7266063107697314683&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30817200/posts/default/7266063107697314683'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30817200/posts/default/7266063107697314683'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hapzster.blogspot.com/2007/12/i-know-shes-lying.html' title='I Know She&apos;s Lying'/><author><name>HaPi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08361868329125408453</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_0hUUK0hPjVU/R1Ai6JvE7QI/AAAAAAAAAAM/00J_ZECJlX4/S220/IMG_6519.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30817200.post-7845039405981135514</id><published>2007-12-08T18:42:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-08T03:49:57.456-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Brewing Storm</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Depressed&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new;"&gt;I'm wondering why my tears won't dry&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new;"&gt;I don't know why I feel this way.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new;"&gt;Am I lonely? I always try,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new;"&gt;but &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0); font-family: courier new;"&gt;I'm finding it hard to smile&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new;"&gt;I want to get away, away from it all.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new;"&gt;Please...please, I'm about to fall..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new;"&gt;You don't know how I feel&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new;"&gt;You don't know how I bleed&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new;"&gt;You can't see the tears I'm hiding&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new;"&gt;behind this trembling smile.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new;"&gt;If you only knew...you'd feel it too.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0); font-family: courier new;"&gt;I don't want to hurt anyone&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new;"&gt;I do not want to hurt myself.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new;"&gt;But here I am, hurting so badly&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new;"&gt;And I don't even know why...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new;"&gt;Shut out the world...I want to die.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new;"&gt;They don't know how I feel&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new;"&gt;They don't know how I bleed&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new;"&gt;They can't see the tears I'm hiding&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new;"&gt;behind this trembling smile&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new;"&gt;If they only knew...they'd feel it too..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new;"&gt;I want to shout and scream out loud&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new;"&gt;Yet my heart is yearning for peace&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new;"&gt;Peace of mind...peace with the world&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-family: courier new;"&gt;Peace with myself...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new;"&gt;Why can't I grasp it?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new;"&gt;Why is it so far from my reach?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new;"&gt;What's troubling me?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new;"&gt;What's wrong?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new;"&gt;You don't know...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new;"&gt;They don't know...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new;"&gt;But one day it will end.&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/30817200-7845039405981135514?l=hapzster.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hapzster.blogspot.com/feeds/7845039405981135514/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30817200&amp;postID=7845039405981135514&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30817200/posts/default/7845039405981135514'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30817200/posts/default/7845039405981135514'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hapzster.blogspot.com/2007/12/brewing-storm.html' title='Brewing Storm'/><author><name>HaPi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08361868329125408453</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_0hUUK0hPjVU/R1Ai6JvE7QI/AAAAAAAAAAM/00J_ZECJlX4/S220/IMG_6519.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30817200.post-6631260766708382600</id><published>2007-12-08T03:16:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T14:27:33.576-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Elijah's Depression</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0hUUK0hPjVU/R1qApT0wmuI/AAAAAAAAAAY/GKMcOXnbTPc/s1600-h/solitude.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 230px; height: 171px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0hUUK0hPjVU/R1qApT0wmuI/AAAAAAAAAAY/GKMcOXnbTPc/s400/solitude.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5141563371781397218" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Feeling&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255); font-weight: bold;"&gt;SO BLUE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;tonight.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;I've no idea why... I'm at peace with my neighbors, I have loving people around me, my stomach isn't empty, I'm all right with the world.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;So why is my heart so heavy? As my fingers fly across the keyboard, my heart is pounding crazily in my chest as if it wants to explode. &lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;I smile, I laugh, but deep inside I want to fly away from it all. Climb a mountain, spend some time alone.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;This isn't the first time the feeling has eaten me up. It got me before...the week my grandmother died. I just felt at war with myself. I was angry--not with anyone or anything--but that sinister feeling was there and wouldn't go away. It even brought me to the point of wishing I would be taken Home where no such feelings exist. It's crazy to feel depressed and not know the reason why.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;I didn't want to talk to anyone. I didn't push anyone away...but I wanted &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;so much&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt; to run away. But I decided to do the best thing I could. I talked to my wise dad and explained my predicament.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;He called it "Elijah's Depression".&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Elijah, the Old Testament prophet had been running away from the wicked Queen who sought his life. He ran for days. It exhausted him. So much so, he began to wish he were dead (just like i did). God knew exactly what he needed. He made him rest, then sent an angel to feed him. &lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;I guess I'm just exhausted. Stressed out from work. Felt the pressure....but God knows exactly what I need too. I should keep looking up to Him for help and guidance....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30817200-6631260766708382600?l=hapzster.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hapzster.blogspot.com/feeds/6631260766708382600/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30817200&amp;postID=6631260766708382600&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30817200/posts/default/6631260766708382600'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30817200/posts/default/6631260766708382600'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hapzster.blogspot.com/2007/12/elijahs-depression.html' title='Elijah&apos;s Depression'/><author><name>HaPi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08361868329125408453</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_0hUUK0hPjVU/R1Ai6JvE7QI/AAAAAAAAAAM/00J_ZECJlX4/S220/IMG_6519.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0hUUK0hPjVU/R1qApT0wmuI/AAAAAAAAAAY/GKMcOXnbTPc/s72-c/solitude.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30817200.post-5296198568206691418</id><published>2007-12-06T05:56:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-08T04:17:35.785-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='randomness'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;It's nearly midnight, but I want to write. About what? I don't know...sometimes i just get these weird spells when i want to write about something but i have no idea what...i usually begin by writing about life.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Life?&lt;/strong&gt; For now, life for me is no extraordinary game. It's like each chapter in my storybook of life begins and ends the same. Boooring...*sigh*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;It's not that i'm asking for something to scramble my way of life and make me feel lost. It's just that sometimes...i really look forward to some kind of change somehow. A new friend, a discovery, accomplishent of a certain goal...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Yeah...a change would be nice.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Goals? &lt;/strong&gt;I really look forward to studying again next year. I want to teach. I want to be an insipration to little kids with adoring eyes. I want to influence lives. I want a job that is rewarding and inspiring. On the shallow side, i want a job that won't require work on holidays and weekends. hehe...but seriously. I think teachers are the most influencial people in the world. Your students who grow up to be successful people remember your words of wisdom...and they'll come back to thank you for it... So yeah... I'm thinking seriously of taking up education next year.'&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Dreams? &lt;/strong&gt;My dreams still remain the same. Sweet but unfulfilled. I've never attempted to take a step towards it. I don't believe that's in my power. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30817200-5296198568206691418?l=hapzster.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hapzster.blogspot.com/feeds/5296198568206691418/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30817200&amp;postID=5296198568206691418&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30817200/posts/default/5296198568206691418'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30817200/posts/default/5296198568206691418'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hapzster.blogspot.com/2007/12/its-nearly-midnight-but-i-want-to-write.html' title=''/><author><name>HaPi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08361868329125408453</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_0hUUK0hPjVU/R1Ai6JvE7QI/AAAAAAAAAAM/00J_ZECJlX4/S220/IMG_6519.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30817200.post-8253652433693240680</id><published>2007-11-30T08:19:00.003-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-06T03:46:12.275-08:00</updated><title type='text'>That Distant Dream</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;I've been having this persistent dream.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;It invades my mind ever so often nowadays.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;Not everyone knows about it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;Only the few i knew who would understand...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;That dream?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;I can't see a way for it to come true...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;I can't say it's waiting for me around the bend.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;It remains a dream.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;For how much longer...I don't know.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;There is One who knows.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;I'll trust in Him.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;I'll wait.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div 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Dream'/><author><name>HaPi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08361868329125408453</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_0hUUK0hPjVU/R1Ai6JvE7QI/AAAAAAAAAAM/00J_ZECJlX4/S220/IMG_6519.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30817200.post-8858557163312947648</id><published>2007-11-30T08:19:00.002-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-02T06:50:46.480-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='randomness'/><title type='text'>Hapi and Leng on Childhood Memories (This is a LOONG one!) =)</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#333399;"&gt;CORRECTION: Real time of conversation was about 11:45PM to 12 something AM, November 30, Friday =)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#333399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#333399;"&gt;Hapi (7:52:59 AM): bebeeee!!!&lt;br /&gt;Hapi (7:53:13 AM): buzz!&lt;br /&gt;Leng (7:53:33 AM): haro!&lt;br /&gt;Leng (7:53:37 AM): musta?&lt;br /&gt;Hapi (7:53:39 AM): tgal na natin di ngkkita!&lt;br /&gt;Leng (7:53:40 AM): yuck, as if&lt;br /&gt;Hapi (7:53:40 AM): hehe&lt;br /&gt;Leng (7:53:48 AM): hahahahahaha&lt;br /&gt;Leng (7:53:52 AM): haaay beibi&lt;br /&gt;Hapi (7:53:56 AM): snilip ko blogger ko&lt;br /&gt;Hapi (7:54:03 AM): inaamag na ata sa tgal ko di bnubuksan&lt;br /&gt;Hapi (7:54:04 AM): hehe&lt;br /&gt;Leng (7:54:18 AM): go at mag-update na!&lt;br /&gt;Leng (7:54:20 AM): hehehehe&lt;br /&gt;Hapi (7:54:24 AM): hehe&lt;br /&gt;Hapi (7:54:27 AM): pero bat kaya gnun?&lt;br /&gt;Hapi (7:54:29 AM): parang automatic sya&lt;br /&gt;Hapi (7:54:34 AM): kung ano isulat ko sa multiply&lt;br /&gt;Hapi (7:54:37 AM): lumabas din dun?&lt;br /&gt;Hapi (7:54:39 AM): hmmmm...&lt;br /&gt;Hapi (7:54:42 AM): weeeiird&lt;br /&gt;Leng (7:55:00 AM): baka si-net mo na na ganun?&lt;br /&gt;Leng (7:55:08 AM): um...&lt;br /&gt;Leng (7:55:11 AM): hindi ko alam&lt;br /&gt;Hapi (7:55:15 AM): hehe&lt;br /&gt;Leng (7:55:15 AM): hehehehe&lt;br /&gt;Hapi (7:55:20 AM): bebi ang LAMIG dito sa antipolo!&lt;br /&gt;Hapi (7:55:25 AM): malamig ang simoy ng hangin&lt;br /&gt;Hapi (7:55:28 AM): kasi pasko na sinta ko&lt;br /&gt;Hapi (7:55:36 AM): coldness&lt;br /&gt;Leng (7:55:50 AM): ako naman, yung dati kog URL na full name ko, may site siya na puro nonsense yung laman&lt;br /&gt;Leng (7:55:53 AM): WEEEE&lt;br /&gt;Leng (7:55:57 AM): LAMEEEEEEEEGGGGGG&lt;br /&gt;Leng (7:56:01 AM): SWIMMING NAAAAAAAAAAA&lt;br /&gt;Hapi (7:56:03 AM): hehe&lt;br /&gt;Hapi (7:56:06 AM): iswhiming??&lt;br /&gt;Hapi (7:56:07 AM): hehe&lt;br /&gt;Leng (7:57:05 AM): haaayyyyyyyyyyyyyyy&lt;br /&gt;Leng (7:57:12 AM): dec 7 na pala this friday&lt;br /&gt;Leng (7:57:29 AM): hindi pala ako pwede. pinipilit ko pa kayo kanina&lt;br /&gt;Leng (7:57:30 AM): hehehehe&lt;br /&gt;Leng (7:57:46 AM): dec 14 ulit?&lt;br /&gt;Hapi (7:57:56 AM): sige sige!&lt;br /&gt;Hapi (7:58:11 AM): istaRbux ulit?&lt;br /&gt;Hapi (7:58:14 AM): para may planner kna?&lt;br /&gt;Hapi (7:58:14 AM): hehe&lt;br /&gt;Leng (7:58:47 AM): hehehehe&lt;br /&gt;Leng (7:58:53 AM): pwede din!&lt;br /&gt;Leng (7:58:54 AM): hahaha&lt;br /&gt;Hapi (7:59:02 AM): yihee!&lt;br /&gt;Leng (7:59:02 AM): kaso, hindi ko talaga yun mapupuo&lt;br /&gt;Hapi (7:59:06 AM): tapos papa autograph mo samin&lt;br /&gt;Hapi (7:59:07 AM): hehe&lt;br /&gt;Leng (7:59:09 AM): *puno pala&lt;br /&gt;Leng (7:59:12 AM): orayt!&lt;br /&gt;Hapi (7:59:14 AM): malay mo....&lt;br /&gt;Hapi (7:59:14 AM): hehe&lt;br /&gt;Hapi (7:59:47 AM): sige..sana nga!&lt;br /&gt;Hapi (7:59:48 AM): hahahahah!&lt;br /&gt;Leng (8:04:14 AM): bakit maybe someday? [Ang YM status ko]&lt;br /&gt;Hapi (8:04:43 AM): wala lang&lt;br /&gt;Hapi (8:04:51 AM): maybe someday magagawa ko na lahat ng gusto ko?&lt;br /&gt;Hapi (8:04:59 AM): mag violin, magsulat, magturo..lahat ng mag&lt;br /&gt;Hapi (8:05:00 AM): hehe&lt;br /&gt;Leng (8:05:11 AM): aww... sana nga...&lt;br /&gt;Leng (8:05:13 AM): ako din...&lt;br /&gt;Leng (8:05:31 AM): kaya natin yun!!!!&lt;br /&gt;Hapi (8:05:35 AM): hehehe!&lt;br /&gt;Leng (8:05:41 AM): 2008 will be our year!!!!&lt;br /&gt;Leng (8:05:46 AM): hahahahaha&lt;br /&gt;Hapi (8:05:47 AM): pero lamu bebi may sasabihain ako syo wag ka tatawa ha&lt;br /&gt;Leng (8:05:54 AM): ano buzz, go lang!&lt;br /&gt;Hapi (8:05:56 AM): haha&lt;br /&gt;Hapi (8:06:01 AM): gustong gusto ko na mgka baby&lt;br /&gt;Hapi (8:06:03 AM): hahahahaha!&lt;br /&gt;Hapi (8:06:09 AM): ayan..ako tuloy ntawa!&lt;br /&gt;Hapi (8:06:10 AM): hahaha&lt;br /&gt;Leng (8:06:25 AM): actually.....&lt;br /&gt;Leng (8:06:32 AM): naisip ko na din yan&lt;br /&gt;Hapi (8:06:34 AM): hehe&lt;br /&gt;Leng (8:07:38 AM): pero, hindi pa ngayon&lt;br /&gt;Leng (8:07:38 AM): alam mo yung parang gusto mo&lt;br /&gt;Leng (8:07:38 AM): pero alam mong hindi mo pa kaya?&lt;br /&gt;Leng (8:07:38 AM): saka medyo imposible naman diba?&lt;br /&gt;Leng (8:07:39 AM): parang bacteria lang, basta na lang magkaka-offspring&lt;br /&gt;Leng (8:07:39 AM): wahahahaha&lt;br /&gt;Leng (8:07:39 AM): juklang&lt;br /&gt;Leng (8:07:39 AM): anong gusto mo, boy or girl?&lt;br /&gt;Hapi (8:07:48 AM): hahahaha!&lt;br /&gt;Leng (8:07:51 AM): saka, what age sa tingin mo gusto mo magkaron?&lt;br /&gt;Hapi (8:07:51 AM): ntawa naman ako sa bacteria&lt;br /&gt;Hapi (8:07:52 AM): hehehe&lt;br /&gt;Hapi (8:07:56 AM): wala lang&lt;br /&gt;Hapi (8:07:57 AM): di ko alam&lt;br /&gt;Hapi (8:08:08 AM): bsta pag nakakakita ko baby commercial nttouch ako&lt;br /&gt;Hapi (8:08:13 AM): lalo na un sa johnsons&lt;br /&gt;Hapi (8:08:24 AM): un naiiyak un mommy pag bgay sknya nun baby&lt;br /&gt;Hapi (8:08:26 AM): hehe&lt;br /&gt;Hapi (8:08:28 AM): babaw ko ba?&lt;br /&gt;Leng (8:08:56 AM): hehehe&lt;br /&gt;Leng (8:08:57 AM): hindi&lt;br /&gt;Leng (8:09:46 AM): ako nga, natutuwa ako dun sa babies ng besfren ko at ng pinsan ko...&lt;br /&gt;Hapi (8:10:08 AM): hehe&lt;br /&gt;Hapi (8:10:09 AM): cute ksi eh&lt;br /&gt;Hapi (8:10:13 AM): sarap alagaan&lt;br /&gt;Hapi (8:10:20 AM): namiss ko si ken nun baby pa&lt;br /&gt;Leng (8:10:22 AM): basta, di ba para kasing pag may baby ka, or may inaalagaan ka, parang may purpose ka?&lt;br /&gt;Leng (8:10:26 AM): awww&lt;br /&gt;Leng (8:10:54 AM): ay, bakit mo cancel?&lt;br /&gt;Hapi (8:10:58 AM): photosharing nlng&lt;br /&gt;Hapi (8:11:03 AM): nclose mo nb photosharing mo?&lt;br /&gt;Leng (8:11:05 AM): si ken ba yan...&lt;br /&gt;Leng (8:11:41 AM): hangkyuttttt!!!!11&lt;br /&gt;Hapi (8:11:52 AM): onga eh!&lt;br /&gt;Hapi (8:11:54 AM): kakamiss tlga..&lt;br /&gt;Hapi (8:11:56 AM): hehe&lt;br /&gt;Leng (8:11:57 AM): dapat kasi ang mga baby brothers and sisters ay hindi na tumatanda&lt;br /&gt;Hapi (8:12:01 AM): haha!&lt;br /&gt;Hapi (8:12:02 AM): onga&lt;br /&gt;Hapi (8:12:03 AM): hmph&lt;br /&gt;Hapi (8:12:03 AM): hehe&lt;br /&gt;Leng (8:12:13 AM): nako, lalo na pag nag-highschool na yan!&lt;br /&gt;Hapi (8:12:34 AM): hay nako&lt;br /&gt;Hapi (8:12:38 AM): snabi mo pa&lt;br /&gt;Hapi (8:12:40 AM): hehe&lt;br /&gt;Leng (8:12:55 AM): shempre hindi mo na ma-baby&lt;br /&gt;Leng (8:12:58 AM): hahahaha!&lt;br /&gt;Leng (8:13:32 AM): hahaha! hangkyut ni ken dun sa isa.. ano ba yun, salakot o bilao?&lt;br /&gt;Hapi (8:13:46 AM): bilao ata&lt;br /&gt;Hapi (8:13:47 AM): hehe&lt;br /&gt;Leng (8:14:50 AM): mag-volunteer na lang tayo sa orphanage&lt;br /&gt;Leng (8:15:09 AM): yun ay isa sa mga to-do ko in 2007 na hindi ko na-achieve&lt;br /&gt;Hapi (8:15:17 AM): hmmm..&lt;br /&gt;Leng (8:15:20 AM): at ang matuto mag-drive&lt;br /&gt;Hapi (8:15:26 AM): hopefully 2008 magawa mo na un&lt;br /&gt;Hapi (8:15:27 AM): hehe&lt;br /&gt;Hapi (8:15:30 AM): gusto ko din magaral mgdrive&lt;br /&gt;Leng (8:15:58 AM): at ang makasakay ng isang ride sa amusement park para ma-overcome ko ang fear ko of s[eed&lt;br /&gt;Leng (8:17:35 AM): yung unang pic, mukhang girl si ken&lt;br /&gt;Hapi (8:17:55 AM): hehe&lt;br /&gt;Hapi (8:17:59 AM): ngising ngisi sya dun&lt;br /&gt;Hapi (8:18:02 AM): cute cute&lt;br /&gt;Hapi (8:18:08 AM): pinakamasayang baby si ken na alam ko&lt;br /&gt;Hapi (8:18:13 AM): di halos umiiyak&lt;br /&gt;Hapi (8:18:17 AM): tapos konting patawa lang&lt;br /&gt;Hapi (8:18:21 AM): ngisi na kgad&lt;br /&gt;Hapi (8:18:33 AM): hobbies nya nun baby pa sya...&lt;br /&gt;Hapi (8:18:37 AM): tumalon talon sa lap mo&lt;br /&gt;Hapi (8:18:43 AM): tapos sisipsipin yun baba mo&lt;br /&gt;Hapi (8:18:44 AM): hehehe&lt;br /&gt;Leng (8:20:02 AM): aww&lt;br /&gt;Leng (8:20:08 AM): miss mo na talaga eh no?&lt;br /&gt;Leng (8:20:14 AM): kaso, maaga nag-binata eh&lt;br /&gt;Hapi (8:20:19 AM): onga eh&lt;br /&gt;Leng (8:20:19 AM): chickboy na agad&lt;br /&gt;Leng (8:20:21 AM): hahahahaha&lt;br /&gt;Hapi (8:20:23 AM): haha!&lt;br /&gt;Hapi (8:20:29 AM): naimagine ko tuloy sila mama&lt;br /&gt;Hapi (8:20:37 AM): lagi nila snsbi ang bilis daw namin msydo lumaki&lt;br /&gt;Hapi (8:20:42 AM): un tipong tahimik&lt;br /&gt;Hapi (8:20:46 AM): tapos biglang sasabihin nila&lt;br /&gt;Hapi (8:20:50 AM): "parang kaylan lang..."&lt;br /&gt;Hapi (8:20:54 AM): tapos sasabihin ni abba&lt;br /&gt;Hapi (8:21:04 AM): "galing ba tlaga syo un mga yan? sa liit mong yan?"&lt;br /&gt;Hapi (8:21:05 AM): hehehe&lt;br /&gt;Leng (8:21:18 AM): hahahaha!&lt;br /&gt;Leng (8:22:23 AM): parang mama ko, minsan sasabihin niya na dati daw nagpupunta kami sa mall, tatlo kaming dala niya&lt;br /&gt;Leng (8:22:33 AM): ngayon daw kasi, may mga sarili ng lakad&lt;br /&gt;Hapi (8:22:57 AM): onga&lt;br /&gt;Hapi (8:23:32 AM): kakalungkot nga isipin noh?&lt;br /&gt;Hapi (8:23:36 AM): un cycle ng buhay&lt;br /&gt;Hapi (8:23:40 AM): parang dati sila yun tayo&lt;br /&gt;Hapi (8:23:43 AM): tapos tayo migiging sila&lt;br /&gt;Hapi (8:23:54 AM): tapos un next generation satin magiging tayo&lt;br /&gt;Hapi (8:24:00 AM): tapos ang gulo na&lt;br /&gt;Hapi (8:24:06 AM): haha&lt;br /&gt;Leng (8:24:25 AM): hehehehe&lt;br /&gt;Leng (8:24:27 AM): senti?&lt;br /&gt;Leng (8:24:31 AM): pero totoo&lt;br /&gt;Leng (8:24:39 AM): waah, natatakot akong tumanda&lt;br /&gt;Hapi (8:24:39 AM): onga&lt;br /&gt;Leng (8:24:45 AM): hindi sa itsura ha?&lt;br /&gt;Leng (8:24:59 AM): yung responsibility at..&lt;br /&gt;Leng (8:25:05 AM): basta, yung change na yun&lt;br /&gt;Hapi (8:25:27 AM): huhu&lt;br /&gt;Hapi (8:25:28 AM): onga&lt;br /&gt;Hapi (8:25:33 AM): pero buti nlng di biglaan&lt;br /&gt;Hapi (8:25:35 AM): dahan dahan lang&lt;br /&gt;Hapi (8:25:38 AM): si mo mapapansin&lt;br /&gt;Hapi (8:25:42 AM): mapapaisip ka na lang bigal&lt;br /&gt;Hapi (8:25:45 AM): *bigla&lt;br /&gt;Hapi (8:25:50 AM): at sisigaw dahil may puting buhok ka na&lt;br /&gt;Hapi (8:25:52 AM): hehe&lt;br /&gt;Hapi (8:25:59 AM): tapos bibili na tayo ng pang tina ng buhok&lt;br /&gt;Hapi (8:26:09 AM): at magpapa belo na kasi puro wrinkles na&lt;br /&gt;Leng (8:26:20 AM): kasi, dati ganito lang ako&lt;br /&gt;Hapi (8:26:21 AM): awww...ishdat you?&lt;br /&gt;Hapi (8:26:23 AM): haha&lt;br /&gt;Leng (8:26:48 AM): kumusta naman ang maduming picture?&lt;br /&gt;Leng (8:26:55 AM): luma na&lt;br /&gt;Leng (8:26:57 AM): hahahahaha&lt;br /&gt;Leng (8:27:10 AM): hala, magtitina din tayo ng hair?&lt;br /&gt;Hapi (8:27:26 AM): hehe&lt;br /&gt;Leng (8:27:28 AM): naku, sa time natin, super matanda na si vicky belo&lt;br /&gt;Leng (8:27:29 AM): hahahaha!&lt;br /&gt;Hapi (8:27:37 AM): bat ka nakanganga bebi?&lt;br /&gt;Leng (8:27:38 AM): maganda pa din kaya skin nya nun?&lt;br /&gt;Hapi (8:27:45 AM): nagulat ka sa flash?&lt;br /&gt;Hapi (8:27:48 AM): hehe&lt;br /&gt;Leng (8:27:56 AM): hay nako. mga baby pics ko, puro ako nakanganga&lt;br /&gt;Leng (8:27:58 AM): hahahaha!&lt;br /&gt;Hapi (8:28:04 AM): hahaha!&lt;br /&gt;Hapi (8:28:09 AM): siguro gustong gusto mo na magsalita nun&lt;br /&gt;Hapi (8:28:11 AM): di mo lang alam kung pano&lt;br /&gt;Hapi (8:28:14 AM): kaya nakanganga ka lagi&lt;br /&gt;Hapi (8:28:21 AM): inaantay mo makalabas un sasabihin mo&lt;br /&gt;Hapi (8:28:22 AM): hehehe&lt;br /&gt;Leng (8:28:25 AM): baka nga&lt;br /&gt;Hapi (8:28:32 AM): ako naman kalbo nun&lt;br /&gt;Hapi (8:28:36 AM): ngyon sobrang kapal ng buhok&lt;br /&gt;Leng (8:28:39 AM): madaldal daw ako kasi eh, bata pa lang&lt;br /&gt;Leng (8:28:42 AM): hehehehehe&lt;br /&gt;Hapi (8:28:45 AM): hahaha!&lt;br /&gt;Leng (8:28:46 AM): tingeeeeeeeeeeeennnnn&lt;br /&gt;Hapi (8:28:53 AM): you were meant to be a reporter!&lt;br /&gt;Hapi (8:28:54 AM): hehe&lt;br /&gt;Hapi (8:29:05 AM): hahalungkatin ko pa picture ko sa baul&lt;br /&gt;Hapi (8:29:07 AM): hehe&lt;br /&gt;Hapi (8:29:13 AM): di ko pa nsscan eh&lt;br /&gt;Leng (8:30:46 AM): kinuhaan ko lang ng picture yang picture ko eh&lt;br /&gt;Leng (8:30:56 AM): por we do not hab a scanner&lt;br /&gt;Leng (8:30:57 AM): hahaha&lt;br /&gt;Leng (8:31:14 AM): sana nga, gusto ko maging si cheche lazaro at si korina nun&lt;br /&gt;Leng (8:31:41 AM): at ang unang crush ko na natatandaan ko eh si atom araullo sa 5&amp;amp;up!&lt;br /&gt;Leng (8:31:43 AM): hehehehe&lt;br /&gt;Leng (8:31:54 AM): ikaw, anong unang dream mo?&lt;br /&gt;Hapi (8:32:30 AM): haha&lt;br /&gt;Hapi (8:32:36 AM): bata ka pa lang tlga un na gusto mo&lt;br /&gt;Hapi (8:32:38 AM): ako?&lt;br /&gt;Hapi (8:32:41 AM): gusto ko tlga nun pa maging writer&lt;br /&gt;Hapi (8:32:44 AM): pero sa creative writing&lt;br /&gt;Hapi (8:32:50 AM): di ako msydo sa news writing eh&lt;br /&gt;Hapi (8:32:58 AM): gusto ko noon pa maging novelist&lt;br /&gt;Hapi (8:32:58 AM): naks&lt;br /&gt;Hapi (8:33:05 AM): ganda pakinggan noh?&lt;br /&gt;Hapi (8:33:09 AM): pero walang pera daw dun eh&lt;br /&gt;Hapi (8:33:10 AM): hehe&lt;br /&gt;Hapi (8:33:17 AM): pero un tlga pangarap ko&lt;br /&gt;Hapi (8:33:22 AM): sunod sa makakain ng maraming chocolates&lt;br /&gt;Hapi (8:33:26 AM): hehe&lt;br /&gt;Hapi (8:33:48 AM): ay...pangarap ko nga rin pala makalipad nun&lt;br /&gt;Hapi (8:33:49 AM): hehe&lt;br /&gt;Leng (8:33:51 AM): maganda ang mga pangarap mo&lt;br /&gt;Leng (8:33:57 AM): ang cute! talaga?&lt;br /&gt;Hapi (8:34:18 AM): dami nga ako pangarap&lt;br /&gt;Hapi (8:34:25 AM): nun mga 11 ako gusto maging adventurer&lt;br /&gt;Hapi (8:34:33 AM): tapos nun mejo tumanda ako sabi ko mag enroll ako sa PMA&lt;br /&gt;Hapi (8:34:41 AM): nun sobrang liit ako sabi ko magiging nurse ako&lt;br /&gt;Leng (8:34:44 AM): WAAAAT???&lt;br /&gt;Hapi (8:34:46 AM): pero gaya gaya lang kasi ako nun kay mama&lt;br /&gt;Hapi (8:34:49 AM): haha&lt;br /&gt;Hapi (8:34:51 AM): nagulat kba bebi?&lt;br /&gt;Leng (8:34:52 AM): hehehe&lt;br /&gt;Hapi (8:34:52 AM): haha&lt;br /&gt;Hapi (8:34:58 AM): opo!&lt;br /&gt;Hapi (8:35:05 AM): gusto ko maging military girl nun&lt;br /&gt;Leng (8:35:07 AM): oo, mjo!&lt;br /&gt;Hapi (8:35:08 AM): natuwa ako sa girl power eh&lt;br /&gt;Hapi (8:35:09 AM): hehe&lt;br /&gt;Leng (8:35:09 AM): hahaha&lt;br /&gt;Hapi (8:35:18 AM): kaya nga ngenjoy ako sa rotc natin&lt;br /&gt;Hapi (8:35:22 AM): pero di ko lang pinahalata&lt;br /&gt;Hapi (8:35:26 AM): ksi baka sbihin nila tomboy ako eh&lt;br /&gt;Hapi (8:35:28 AM): hmph&lt;br /&gt;Hapi (8:35:29 AM): hehe&lt;br /&gt;Hapi (8:35:39 AM): kinausap ko na nga si aba nun eh&lt;br /&gt;Hapi (8:35:42 AM): na un ang gusto ko&lt;br /&gt;Hapi (8:35:48 AM): pumayag na sana sya..ksi pangarap din nya un dati&lt;br /&gt;Hapi (8:35:54 AM): pero di ako pasa sa height&lt;br /&gt;Hapi (8:35:59 AM): tapos high blood pko&lt;br /&gt;Hapi (8:36:04 AM): kaya di tlaga pwde&lt;br /&gt;Leng (8:36:08 AM): so, tinry mo pala talaga?&lt;br /&gt;Hapi (8:36:16 AM): hindin ko na tnry&lt;br /&gt;Hapi (8:36:22 AM): nagpunta lang kmi sa baguio bakasyon&lt;br /&gt;Leng (8:36:23 AM): nag-inquire ka?&lt;br /&gt;Hapi (8:36:25 AM): tapos nagpunta kami pma&lt;br /&gt;Hapi (8:36:33 AM): naka post sa bulletin nila un requirements&lt;br /&gt;Leng (8:36:40 AM): aaaah&lt;br /&gt;Hapi (8:36:43 AM): ayun...5'3 requirement&lt;br /&gt;Hapi (8:36:44 AM): hehe&lt;br /&gt;Leng (8:36:45 AM): stig&lt;br /&gt;Hapi (8:36:48 AM): sayang nga eh&lt;br /&gt;Hapi (8:36:49 AM): hehehe&lt;br /&gt;Leng (8:36:58 AM): um, may 5'3" ka naman diba?&lt;br /&gt;Hapi (8:37:00 AM): pero buti na lang din na di natuloy&lt;br /&gt;Hapi (8:37:05 AM): kasi ayaw ko ng haircut nila&lt;br /&gt;Hapi (8:37:07 AM): hahahaha!&lt;br /&gt;Leng (8:37:09 AM): HAHAHAHAHA&lt;br /&gt;Hapi (8:37:14 AM): magmumuka akong siopao&lt;br /&gt;Hapi (8:37:15 AM): ;D&lt;br /&gt;Hapi (8:37:16 AM):&lt;br /&gt;Leng (8:37:19 AM): girl ka nga!!!!&lt;br /&gt;Hapi (8:37:27 AM): sabi sa'yo eh&lt;br /&gt;Hapi (8:37:38 AM): bat yun mga american girls na nasa military cute ang mga hairdos diba?&lt;br /&gt;Hapi (8:37:46 AM): bat pag dito sa pinas nagiging tomboy msydo?&lt;br /&gt;Hapi (8:37:52 AM): dibey?&lt;br /&gt;Hapi (8:38:03 AM): hehe&lt;br /&gt;Leng (8:38:06 AM): oo nga, mukhang lalaki talaga dapat&lt;br /&gt;Hapi (8:38:35 AM): hahaha&lt;br /&gt;Leng (8:38:48 AM): dahil siguro dito, talagang may stereotype na yung mga ganung 'macho' na gawain ay por men only&lt;br /&gt;Hapi (8:38:53 AM): tapos napansin ko malnourished mga tga PMA&lt;br /&gt;Hapi (8:38:58 AM): kawawa naman&lt;br /&gt;Hapi (8:39:01 AM): ang papayatot nila&lt;br /&gt;Hapi (8:39:05 AM): di tulad american marines&lt;br /&gt;Hapi (8:39:07 AM): diba?&lt;br /&gt;Hapi (8:39:08 AM): hehe&lt;br /&gt;Leng (8:39:13 AM): nakow, hindi ko kaya dun&lt;br /&gt;Hapi (8:39:20 AM): si abba kasi eh&lt;br /&gt;Hapi (8:39:24 AM): na influence siguro ako&lt;br /&gt;Hapi (8:39:24 AM): hehe&lt;br /&gt;Hapi (8:39:28 AM): sobrang hilig nun sa military&lt;br /&gt;Hapi (8:39:36 AM): tapos sakin nya pinamana un hilig na yun&lt;br /&gt;Leng (8:39:42 AM): ang pagkain ay lab ko, hindi pwedeng may measurement&lt;br /&gt;Hapi (8:39:51 AM): yung hilig ni mama sa crosstitch at house decorating&lt;br /&gt;Hapi (8:39:53 AM): kay joash napunta&lt;br /&gt;Leng (8:39:54 AM): hahaha, prang ikaw ang junior nya&lt;br /&gt;Hapi (8:40:01 AM): hehe&lt;br /&gt;Leng (8:40:06 AM): ay, sinabi ko na nga ba!&lt;br /&gt;Leng (8:40:08 AM): hahahaha&lt;br /&gt;Hapi (8:40:12 AM): nagkabaliktad kami&lt;br /&gt;Hapi (8:40:13 AM): hehe&lt;br /&gt;Hapi (8:40:19 AM): ako pala dapat ang kuya&lt;br /&gt;Hapi (8:40:20 AM): sya si ate&lt;br /&gt;Hapi (8:40:21 AM): hahaha&lt;br /&gt;Hapi (8:40:34 AM): pero lamu...&lt;br /&gt;Hapi (8:40:40 AM): na realize ko na since bata pa ko&lt;br /&gt;Hapi (8:40:43 AM): ang dream ko tlga is maging mommy&lt;br /&gt;Hapi (8:40:49 AM): kasi ang super favorite toy ko&lt;br /&gt;Leng (8:40:50 AM): dats nice&lt;br /&gt;Hapi (8:40:56 AM): is si eugene&lt;br /&gt;Hapi (8:41:05 AM): ang aking kalbo na doll&lt;br /&gt;Leng (8:41:09 AM): hahahaha&lt;br /&gt;Hapi (8:41:12 AM): tapos pinalitan ko sya ng Eugena&lt;br /&gt;Leng (8:41:16 AM): kalbo or kinalbo?!&lt;br /&gt;Hapi (8:41:17 AM): girl version pero ganun na ganun itsura&lt;br /&gt;Hapi (8:41:20 AM): kalbo tlga sya bebi&lt;br /&gt;Leng (8:41:20 AM): hehe&lt;br /&gt;Hapi (8:41:21 AM): hehe&lt;br /&gt;Hapi (8:41:29 AM): un parang carving lang ang buhok&lt;br /&gt;Leng (8:41:33 AM): ahhh&lt;br /&gt;Hapi (8:41:36 AM): hehe&lt;br /&gt;Hapi (8:41:38 AM): luma eh&lt;br /&gt;Hapi (8:41:48 AM): 3yrs old pa lang ako doll ko na si eugene&lt;br /&gt;Hapi (8:41:55 AM): as in pag 3 am gumigising ako&lt;br /&gt;Hapi (8:42:01 AM): para bigyan sya ng dodo&lt;br /&gt;Hapi (8:42:03 AM): hehe&lt;br /&gt;Leng (8:42:08 AM): ay ang cute!&lt;br /&gt;Hapi (8:42:08 AM): tindi ng tama ko noh?&lt;br /&gt;Hapi (8:42:12 AM): hehe&lt;br /&gt;Leng (8:42:19 AM): hahahaha... mejo nga!&lt;br /&gt;Hapi (8:42:21 AM): tapos binibilan ako nila mama ng totoong diaper&lt;br /&gt;Leng (8:42:22 AM): hehe&lt;br /&gt;Hapi (8:42:25 AM): para ikabit sknya&lt;br /&gt;Hapi (8:42:29 AM): pampers pa tawag dun nun&lt;br /&gt;Hapi (8:42:30 AM): hehe&lt;br /&gt;Leng (8:42:47 AM): hala, magastos!&lt;br /&gt;Leng (8:42:50 AM): hehehe&lt;br /&gt;Hapi (8:42:52 AM): ok lang&lt;br /&gt;Hapi (8:42:57 AM): di naman sya nagwiwiwi ng totoo eh&lt;br /&gt;Hapi (8:42:58 AM): hehehe&lt;br /&gt;Hapi (8:43:11 AM): kaw bebs?&lt;br /&gt;Hapi (8:43:16 AM): ano fave toy mo nun?&lt;br /&gt;Hapi (8:43:19 AM): barbie?&lt;br /&gt;Hapi (8:43:23 AM): chinese garter?&lt;br /&gt;Hapi (8:43:27 AM): chess?&lt;br /&gt;Hapi (8:43:37 AM): langit lupa?&lt;br /&gt;Hapi (8:43:48 AM): supermario?&lt;br /&gt;Hapi (8:43:50 AM): mga uso nun&lt;br /&gt;Hapi (8:43:51 AM): hehe&lt;br /&gt;Leng (8:44:50 AM): supermario!!!!&lt;br /&gt;Leng (8:44:52 AM): at bike&lt;br /&gt;Leng (8:44:57 AM): at lutu-lutuan&lt;br /&gt;Hapi (8:45:06 AM): tlga?&lt;br /&gt;Hapi (8:45:10 AM): ang saya nga nun supermario!&lt;br /&gt;Hapi (8:45:11 AM): at bike&lt;br /&gt;Hapi (8:45:14 AM): at lutu-lutuan!&lt;br /&gt;Hapi (8:45:15 AM): hehehe&lt;br /&gt;Hapi (8:45:18 AM): grabe..nalala ko nun..&lt;br /&gt;Leng (8:45:23 AM): meron pa kami nung palayok?&lt;br /&gt;Hapi (8:45:29 AM): si aba gngawan kmi ng bahay bahayan n gawa sa kumot&lt;br /&gt;Hapi (8:45:31 AM): tapos may cr pa&lt;br /&gt;Leng (8:45:33 AM): tapos, nagluluto kami ng rice at 'soup'&lt;br /&gt;Hapi (8:45:39 AM): nlalagyan na ng urinola&lt;br /&gt;Hapi (8:45:40 AM): hehe&lt;br /&gt;Leng (8:45:41 AM): aka, tubig at asin&lt;br /&gt;Hapi (8:45:53 AM): gustong gusto ko un maliit na palayok!&lt;br /&gt;Leng (8:45:54 AM): ang saya!&lt;br /&gt;Hapi (8:45:55 AM): favorite ko yun&lt;br /&gt;Hapi (8:46:04 AM): pero laging nababasag pag si joash na nakikilaro eh&lt;br /&gt;Hapi (8:46:05 AM): hehehe&lt;br /&gt;Hapi (8:46:13 AM): haaay...&lt;br /&gt;Leng (8:46:13 AM): hehehe&lt;br /&gt;Hapi (8:46:16 AM): kakamiss maging bata!&lt;br /&gt;Leng (8:46:53 AM): kaming magpipinsan sa bulacan, pag yung isa may bagong toy, dapat yung iba meron din&lt;br /&gt;Hapi (8:47:04 AM): talaga?&lt;br /&gt;Leng (8:47:04 AM): nauna yung pinsan ko magka-family computer&lt;br /&gt;Hapi (8:47:06 AM): hehe&lt;br /&gt;Leng (8:47:19 AM): tapos, bumili papa ko for us, saka yung isang tita ko para sa mga anak niya&lt;br /&gt;Leng (8:47:30 AM): tapos, binili kami ni papa ng bike,&lt;br /&gt;Leng (8:47:34 AM): bili rin sila&lt;br /&gt;Leng (8:47:35 AM): hahaha!&lt;br /&gt;Hapi (8:47:39 AM): haha!&lt;br /&gt;Leng (8:47:44 AM): ang kukulit ng mga magulang namin!&lt;br /&gt;Hapi (8:47:52 AM): kulit nga&lt;br /&gt;Hapi (8:47:56 AM): pero at least diba..meron din kayo&lt;br /&gt;Hapi (8:47:57 AM): hehehe&lt;br /&gt;Leng (8:47:59 AM): tapos, naghihiraman kami ng bala ng family computer&lt;br /&gt;Hapi (8:48:06 AM): keeping up with the jones's&lt;br /&gt;Hapi (8:48:07 AM): hehehe&lt;br /&gt;Leng (8:48:15 AM): or magtatanungan kung saan yung one-up sa mario&lt;br /&gt;Leng (8:48:18 AM): hehehe&lt;br /&gt;Hapi (8:48:22 AM): hehehe&lt;br /&gt;Hapi (8:48:25 AM): di ako magaling dun&lt;br /&gt;Hapi (8:48:43 AM): laging nahuhulog si mario ko sa flag&lt;br /&gt;Hapi (8:48:49 AM): di sya nakakatalon sa tuk tok ng flag&lt;br /&gt;Leng (8:48:51 AM): hahaha!&lt;br /&gt;Leng (8:48:57 AM): ay, magaling ako jan!&lt;br /&gt;Hapi (8:49:00 AM): kaya konti ng score ko&lt;br /&gt;Hapi (8:49:00 AM): hehe&lt;br /&gt;Hapi (8:49:03 AM): si ate champion!&lt;br /&gt;Leng (8:49:06 AM): pero never ko pa natapos yung super mario&lt;br /&gt;Hapi (8:49:10 AM): dun ata nagsimula lumaki mata nya eh&lt;br /&gt;Leng (8:49:11 AM): talaga?&lt;br /&gt;Leng (8:49:15 AM): hahahahaha!!!&lt;br /&gt;Hapi (8:49:17 AM): sobrang addict&lt;br /&gt;Hapi (8:49:18 AM): hehe&lt;br /&gt;Hapi (8:49:24 AM): si joash naka lampin pa nun&lt;br /&gt;Leng (8:49:26 AM): natapos na nia?&lt;br /&gt;Hapi (8:49:32 AM): di pa msydo nakikipag agawan&lt;br /&gt;Hapi (8:49:36 AM): opo..ntapos na nya un dati&lt;br /&gt;Hapi (8:49:41 AM): nun mga musmos pa kmi&lt;br /&gt;Hapi (8:49:42 AM): hehe&lt;br /&gt;Leng (8:50:08 AM): naalala ko tuloy, dahil sa 'experienced' na ako sa super mario, naging ka-close ko mga brothers ni jelo&lt;br /&gt;Hapi (8:50:09 AM): pgktapos namin mag family computer&lt;br /&gt;Leng (8:50:16 AM): ay, sa circus pala&lt;br /&gt;Hapi (8:50:16 AM): nood naman kmi ng sound of music na betamax&lt;br /&gt;Hapi (8:50:26 AM): pag ayaw gumana at mdaming lines lines un movie&lt;br /&gt;Hapi (8:50:32 AM): iikutin namin un track na knob&lt;br /&gt;Hapi (8:50:39 AM): tapos konting pukpok sa tv ok na&lt;br /&gt;Hapi (8:50:41 AM): hehe&lt;br /&gt;Leng (8:50:45 AM): ay, wala kami betamak&lt;br /&gt;Hapi (8:50:49 AM): sasabayan na namin sa pagkanta si maria&lt;br /&gt;Hapi (8:50:53 AM): hehehe&lt;br /&gt;Hapi (8:50:55 AM): tlga?&lt;br /&gt;Hapi (8:51:08 AM): vhs na kayo kagad?&lt;br /&gt;Hapi (8:51:10 AM): sosyal ah&lt;br /&gt;Hapi (8:51:19 AM): hehe&lt;br /&gt;Leng (8:51:27 AM): hindi ah.. wala kami pambili!&lt;br /&gt;Leng (8:51:29 AM): hehehehe&lt;br /&gt;Hapi (8:51:34 AM): ahehe&lt;br /&gt;Hapi (8:51:35 AM): ganun?&lt;br /&gt;Hapi (8:51:45 AM): sa bagay&lt;br /&gt;Hapi (8:51:50 AM): dami naman pwdeng libangan nun&lt;br /&gt;Hapi (8:51:56 AM): saya maglaro&lt;br /&gt;Hapi (8:52:04 AM): parang mas masaya mga laro noon kaysa ngayon noh?&lt;br /&gt;Leng (8:52:09 AM): oo nga!&lt;br /&gt;Hapi (8:52:10 AM): kasi puro computer na kalaban ng mga bata&lt;br /&gt;Hapi (8:52:12 AM): ngyon&lt;br /&gt;Hapi (8:52:18 AM): dati talanga interaction&lt;br /&gt;Hapi (8:52:19 AM): hehe&lt;br /&gt;Leng (8:52:31 AM): nasa probinsya ako nun, kaya malawak yung pwede naming i-bike&lt;br /&gt;Leng (8:52:38 AM): nalaglag na ako sa puno&lt;br /&gt;Leng (8:52:45 AM): kasi feeling ko kaya ko&lt;br /&gt;Leng (8:52:48 AM): hehehehe&lt;br /&gt;Hapi (8:52:48 AM): haha!&lt;br /&gt;Hapi (8:52:49 AM): tlga?&lt;br /&gt;Hapi (8:52:52 AM): buti di ka nabalian ng buto&lt;br /&gt;Leng (8:52:53 AM): oo!&lt;br /&gt;Hapi (8:52:58 AM): never pa ko nalalag sa puno&lt;br /&gt;Hapi (8:53:06 AM): malakas ang kapit ko eh&lt;br /&gt;Hapi (8:53:07 AM): hehehe&lt;br /&gt;Leng (8:53:07 AM): tapos, may time na kumain ako ng siniguelas na pinitas ko sa puno&lt;br /&gt;Hapi (8:53:13 AM): tapos?&lt;br /&gt;Hapi (8:53:16 AM): ano ngyari syo?&lt;br /&gt;Leng (8:53:20 AM): ng hindi pa ako nagbe-breakfast&lt;br /&gt;Hapi (8:53:25 AM): ala...&lt;br /&gt;Hapi (8:53:28 AM): sakit sa tiyan...&lt;br /&gt;Leng (8:53:34 AM): ayun, lbm&lt;br /&gt;Leng (8:53:40 AM): yuck!!!&lt;br /&gt;Leng (8:53:42 AM): hahahaha&lt;br /&gt;Hapi (8:53:43 AM): eeew!&lt;br /&gt;Hapi (8:53:44 AM): bantot!&lt;br /&gt;Hapi (8:53:50 AM): un green na liquidy na mabantot?&lt;br /&gt;Hapi (8:53:51 AM): hehehehe&lt;br /&gt;Leng (8:54:04 AM): YAAAAKK&lt;br /&gt;Leng (8:54:05 AM): hahaha!&lt;br /&gt;Leng (8:54:11 AM): parang sa baby lang naman yun&lt;br /&gt;Leng (8:54:15 AM): hala, ikaw ganun no?&lt;br /&gt;Leng (8:54:18 AM): hehehehe&lt;br /&gt;Leng (8:54:19 AM): juklang!!!&lt;br /&gt;Leng (8:54:45 AM): ah, isa pa sa "happy" memories of my childhood ay nung hinabol ako ng manok paikot sa bahay namin&lt;br /&gt;Hapi (8:54:57 AM): hahaha!&lt;br /&gt;Leng (8:54:58 AM): kaya medyo may trauma ako sa manok&lt;br /&gt;Hapi (8:55:06 AM): kaya kinain mo sya?&lt;br /&gt;Hapi (8:55:06 AM): hehe&lt;br /&gt;Leng (8:55:18 AM): achuli&lt;br /&gt;Leng (8:55:26 AM): niluto siya ng papa ko!!!&lt;br /&gt;Leng (8:55:33 AM): pero hndi ko siya kinain&lt;br /&gt;Leng (8:55:37 AM): we have history, ya know&lt;br /&gt;Hapi (8:55:55 AM): hahaha!&lt;br /&gt;Hapi (8:55:58 AM): kawawang manok&lt;br /&gt;Hapi (8:55:59 AM): ayan ksi&lt;br /&gt;Hapi (8:56:02 AM): hinabol ka&lt;br /&gt;Hapi (8:56:08 AM): naging fried tuloy&lt;br /&gt;Hapi (8:56:13 AM): matinding parusa&lt;br /&gt;Hapi (8:56:14 AM): hehe&lt;br /&gt;Leng (8:56:14 AM): lagot siya sa tatay ko!&lt;br /&gt;Leng (8:56:33 AM): gnawa ata siyang tinola&lt;br /&gt;Leng (8:56:35 AM): hehehehe&lt;br /&gt;Hapi (8:56:47 AM): hehe&lt;br /&gt;Leng (8:56:53 AM): sa manila kayo nakatira nung bata ka ano?&lt;br /&gt;Leng (8:56:55 AM): tama ba?&lt;br /&gt;Hapi (8:57:05 AM): yes and no&lt;br /&gt;Hapi (8:57:23 AM): manila..tapos las pinas..tapos las pinas ulit..tapos manila..tapos states..tapos manila..tapos antipolo&lt;br /&gt;Hapi (8:57:28 AM): haay..npagod ako dun ah&lt;br /&gt;Hapi (8:57:29 AM): hehe&lt;br /&gt;Leng (8:57:55 AM): hehehe&lt;br /&gt;Leng (8:58:28 AM): yung las pinas to las pinas, lumipat lang kayo ng houses within las pinas?&lt;br /&gt;Hapi (8:59:04 AM): yup!&lt;br /&gt;Hapi (8:59:13 AM): ganto kasi yun..ito ang history...&lt;br /&gt;Hapi (8:59:43 AM): malate to paco to las pinas to las pinas to nj to malate to bukid to malate to antipolo&lt;br /&gt;Hapi (8:59:53 AM): 9 houses na natiran namin&lt;br /&gt;Hapi (8:59:54 AM): hehe&lt;br /&gt;Hapi (8:59:55 AM): dami noh?&lt;br /&gt;Hapi (9:00:46 AM): hehe&lt;br /&gt;Leng (9:01:14 AM): bukid?&lt;br /&gt;Hapi (9:01:40 AM): san andres&lt;br /&gt;Hapi (9:01:40 AM): hehe&lt;br /&gt;Hapi (9:01:44 AM): di po un bukid na farm&lt;br /&gt;Hapi (9:01:46 AM): san andres bukid&lt;br /&gt;Hapi (9:01:46 AM): hehe&lt;br /&gt;Leng (9:03:11 AM): ah&lt;br /&gt;Leng (9:03:12 AM): hehehehe&lt;br /&gt;Leng (9:03:18 AM): ako kasi, sa bukid talaga&lt;br /&gt;Leng (9:03:19 AM): hehehe&lt;br /&gt;Hapi (9:03:29 AM): hehehe&lt;br /&gt;Leng (9:03:42 AM): may katabi kasi kaming sort of bukid, tapos yung kaharap nun, sort of bukid din&lt;br /&gt;Leng (9:03:50 AM): sort of, kasi wala masyadong tanim&lt;br /&gt;Leng (9:04:11 AM): para lang vacant lot na puro trees and grass&lt;br /&gt;Leng (9:04:23 AM): dun dinadala ng aking tito pepe ang kanyang mga baka&lt;br /&gt;Leng (9:04:25 AM): hehehehe&lt;br /&gt;Hapi (9:04:47 AM): hahahaha!!!&lt;br /&gt;Hapi (9:04:53 AM): aba eh..dalagang bukid ka pala!&lt;br /&gt;Hapi (9:04:58 AM): tito Pepe pa pangalan&lt;br /&gt;Hapi (9:05:06 AM): parang pangalan galing aklat&lt;br /&gt;Hapi (9:05:07 AM): hehe&lt;br /&gt;Hapi (9:05:10 AM): nakakatuwa&lt;br /&gt;Hapi (9:05:12 AM):&lt;br /&gt;Leng (9:05:59 AM): ang pangalan niya talaga ay ruperto&lt;br /&gt;Hapi (9:06:18 AM): naks&lt;br /&gt;Leng (9:06:21 AM): minsan we refer to him as uncle rupert&lt;br /&gt;Leng (9:06:23 AM): hahahaha&lt;br /&gt;Hapi (9:06:26 AM): rupert everett pinoy version!&lt;br /&gt;Hapi (9:06:29 AM): asteeeg&lt;br /&gt;Leng (9:06:37 AM): pero hindi niya yun alam kasi deaf and mute siya&lt;br /&gt;Leng (9:06:58 AM): pero peborit kong tito yun kasi madami syang kwento kahit hindi siya nakakapagsalita!!&lt;br /&gt;Hapi (9:07:12 AM): a tlga?&lt;br /&gt;Leng (9:07:23 AM): as in, hindi ka niya titigilan sa mga gestures hanggang hindi mo naiintindihan yung kinukwento niya!&lt;br /&gt;Hapi (9:07:34 AM): marunong sya mag sign language?&lt;br /&gt;Leng (9:07:58 AM): yung sign language lang na gawa-gawa nila, kasi hindi naman na yata siya nakapag-aral..&lt;br /&gt;Leng (9:08:42 AM): peborit niya yung bunso kong kapatid&lt;br /&gt;Leng (9:09:11 AM): lagi niyang niloloko na nung baby daw si aizel, pinapasan niya sa shoulders niya pero mabigat daw masyado&lt;br /&gt;Leng (9:09:21 AM): hehe&lt;br /&gt;Hapi (9:09:46 AM): hahaha!&lt;br /&gt;Hapi (9:09:48 AM): kakatuwa naman un&lt;br /&gt;Leng (9:10:56 AM): hehe, oo no!&lt;br /&gt;Hapi (9:11:57 AM): lamu ngenjoy ako sa topic natin ngyon!&lt;br /&gt;Leng (9:12:03 AM): na-miss ko na kayo!!!&lt;br /&gt;Hapi (9:12:04 AM): parang gusto ko syang gawing isang blog&lt;br /&gt;Leng (9:12:15 AM): sana mas mahaba tayo makapagkwentuhan&lt;br /&gt;Leng (9:12:19 AM): hehe, oo nga eh&lt;br /&gt;Leng (9:12:22 AM): ang saya!!!&lt;br /&gt;Hapi (10:49:07 AM): sige..&lt;br /&gt;Hapi (10:49:13 AM): ishleep n ko&lt;br /&gt;Hapi (10:49:17 AM): gudnyt!&lt;br /&gt;Leng (10:49:20 AM): tulog ka na!&lt;br /&gt;Hapi (10:49:21 AM): tom nlng po&lt;br /&gt;Leng (10:49:24 AM): night!&lt;br /&gt;Leng (10:49:39 AM): see u sana soon!&lt;br /&gt;Leng (10:49:39 AM): hehehe&lt;br /&gt;Leng (10:49:41 AM): night!&lt;br /&gt;Hapi (10:49:45 AM): oki doki&lt;br /&gt;Leng (10:50:10 AM): babush!&lt;br /&gt;Hapi 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href='http://hapzster.blogspot.com/2007/11/hapi-and-leng-on-childhood-memories.html' title='Hapi and Leng on Childhood Memories (This is a LOONG one!) =)'/><author><name>HaPi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08361868329125408453</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_0hUUK0hPjVU/R1Ai6JvE7QI/AAAAAAAAAAM/00J_ZECJlX4/S220/IMG_6519.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30817200.post-2863612818613635533</id><published>2007-09-08T03:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-11-30T09:59:14.247-08:00</updated><title type='text'>My 3 Most Favorite Places</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt; mso-layout-grid-align: none"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-FAMILY: 'GF Halda Normal';font-family:'GF Halda Normal';font-size:14;"  &gt;&lt;span class="insertedphoto"&gt;&lt;a href="http://hapzster.multiply.com/photos/hi-res/upload/RuKuuQoKCmwAADhzV1U1"&gt;&lt;img class="alignleft" style="WIDTH: 108px; HEIGHT: 160px" height="215" src="http://images.hapzster.multiply.com/image/1/photos/upload/300x300/RuKuuQoKCmwAADhzV1U1/walk_on_the_beach_small.jpg?et=2nzxjcziBWelxbXpu3Fpog" width="153" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003300;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Life is tough--that is one fact I've learned to live with. We're only human . . . in our weakness, we often get tired of the routines in our everyday lives. Our tendency? To flee from it all--find a place where you can sit down, let go, and hear yourself think. Here are three of my most favorite places to take refuge:&lt;?xml:namespace prefix = o ns = "urn:schemas-microsoft-com:office:office" /&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt; mso-layout-grid-align: none"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-FAMILY: 'GF Halda Normal'"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#003300;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt; mso-layout-grid-align: none"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003300;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-FAMILY: 'GF Halda Normal'"&gt;Seaside&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-FAMILY: 'GF Halda Normal'"&gt;- There's nothing more soothing than the sound of gentle waves dashing against the rocks on the shore. Peaceful seascapes can have a soothing effect on a weary soul. It's lovely to just sit down with the salty sea wind in your face, watching the sunset in the distant horizon. Too bad there aren't any seas here in Antipolo. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt; mso-layout-grid-align: none"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-FAMILY: 'GF Halda Normal'"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;color:#003300;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt; mso-layout-grid-align: none"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003300;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-FAMILY: 'GF Halda Normal'"&gt;Cemetery&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-FAMILY: 'GF Halda Normal'"&gt;- Call me grotesque, but I also like to take refuge in a nice, quiet, memorial park with nothing but the silence of the dead around me. Of course, the graveyards with towering mausoleums and apartment-type graves are not an option. It's the lush green lawn and gentle rustle of the trees I enjoy. It's like a green park without the usual noise of children and beggars and vendors. Of course, I don't usually enjoy the place at night. But I do enjoy spending time at &lt;?xml:namespace prefix = st1 ns = "urn:schemas-microsoft-com:office:smarttags" /&gt;&lt;st1:placename st="on"&gt;Manila&lt;/st1:placename&gt; &lt;st1:placetype st="on"&gt;Memorial Park&lt;/st1:placetype&gt; or &lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:placetype st="on"&gt;Garden&lt;/st1:placetype&gt; of &lt;st1:placename st="on"&gt;Memories&lt;/st1:placename&gt;&lt;/st1:place&gt; during the day.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt; mso-layout-grid-align: none"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-FAMILY: 'GF Halda Normal'"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;color:#003300;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt; mso-layout-grid-align: none"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003300;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-FAMILY: 'GF Halda Normal'"&gt;High UP&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-FAMILY: 'GF Halda Normal'"&gt;- I like high places. Make me choose between a basement and an attic, I’ll choose the latter. Any high place usually works for me. When I really feel exhausted, I climb a mountain. When I want peace in an unfamiliar place, I look for a quiet deck or balcony. I enjoy climbing trees, rooftops, and even our water tank out in our backyard. I know it's a very unusual practice but it works for me, and afterwards, I usually climb down more relaxed. Of course, i usually have to put up with quizzical looks on my folks' faces, but they're getting pretty used to me. =)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt; mso-layout-grid-align: none"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-FAMILY: 'GF Halda Normal'"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;color:#003300;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt; mso-layout-grid-align: none"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-FAMILY: 'GF Halda Normal'"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;color:#003300;"&gt;Those are the places I want to go. So anytime I'm feeling worn out and you can't find me, try looking up. I might be up on someone's tree. =P&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt; mso-layout-grid-align: none"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-FAMILY: 'GF Halda Normal';font-family:'GF Halda Normal';font-size:14;"  &gt;&lt;span style="color:#003300;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt; mso-layout-grid-align: none"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-FAMILY: 'GF Halda Normal';font-family:'GF Halda Normal';font-size:14;"  &gt;&lt;span style="color:#003300;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt; mso-layout-grid-align: none"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-FAMILY: 'GF Halda Normal';font-family:'GF Halda Normal';font-size:14;"  &gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003300;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt; mso-layout-grid-align: none"&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt; mso-layout-grid-align: none"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-FAMILY: 'GF Halda Normal';font-family:'GF Halda Normal';font-size:16;"  &gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;!-- multiply:no_crosspost --&gt;&lt;p class="multiply:no_crosspost"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30817200-2863612818613635533?l=hapzster.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hapzster.blogspot.com/feeds/2863612818613635533/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30817200&amp;postID=2863612818613635533&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30817200/posts/default/2863612818613635533'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30817200/posts/default/2863612818613635533'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hapzster.blogspot.com/2007/09/my-3-most-favorite-places.html' title='My 3 Most Favorite Places'/><author><name>HaPi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08361868329125408453</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_0hUUK0hPjVU/R1Ai6JvE7QI/AAAAAAAAAAM/00J_ZECJlX4/S220/IMG_6519.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30817200.post-6681063596398468778</id><published>2007-08-26T19:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-26T23:46:23.290-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Flashback: My first Blog</title><content type='html'>&lt;P&gt;Just thought I'd repost my very first blog. =)&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P&gt;&lt;B style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal"&gt;&lt;SPAN style="FONT-SIZE: 18pt; mso-bidi-font-size: 19.0pt"&gt;&lt;FONT face="Times New Roman"&gt;&lt;FONT color=#cc33cc&gt;What’s a Blog?&lt;?xml:namespace prefix = o ns = "urn:schemas-microsoft-com:office:office" /&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/B&gt;&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P class=MsoNormal style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt; TEXT-ALIGN: justify"&gt;&lt;SPAN style="FONT-SIZE: 16pt; mso-bidi-font-size: 19.0pt"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;FONT face="Times New Roman"&gt; &lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;SPAN style="mso-bidi-font-size: 19.0pt"&gt;&lt;FONT size=3&gt;&lt;FONT face="Times New Roman"&gt;&lt;FONT color=#993399&gt;“What the heck is a blog?”&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P class=MsoNormal style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt; TEXT-ALIGN: justify"&gt;&lt;SPAN style="mso-bidi-font-size: 19.0pt"&gt;&lt;FONT size=3&gt;&lt;FONT face="Times New Roman" color=#993399&gt;That’s what popped into my head when my friends started inviting me to view their blogs online. I had no clue what it was. It wasn’t even in the dictionary! Type “blog” in your Encarta and it’ll show you the word “bloke”…haha.. (of course, now I'm aware that "blog" is actually just short for "web log" Ü)&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P class=MsoNormal style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt; TEXT-ALIGN: justify"&gt;&lt;SPAN style="mso-bidi-font-size: 19.0pt"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;FONT face="Times New Roman" color=#993399 size=3&gt; &lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P class=MsoNormal style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt; TEXT-ALIGN: justify"&gt;&lt;SPAN style="mso-bidi-font-size: 19.0pt"&gt;&lt;FONT size=3&gt;&lt;FONT face="Times New Roman"&gt;&lt;FONT color=#993399&gt;To be honest though, I wasn’t overly curious about blogs when I first heard about it. I just assumed it was another internet fad that I could live without. Hehe…oh well—I guess I judged too hastily.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P class=MsoNormal style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt; TEXT-ALIGN: justify"&gt;&lt;SPAN style="mso-bidi-font-size: 19.0pt"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;FONT face="Times New Roman" color=#993399 size=3&gt; &lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P class=MsoNormal style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt; TEXT-ALIGN: justify"&gt;&lt;SPAN style="mso-bidi-font-size: 19.0pt"&gt;&lt;FONT size=3&gt;&lt;FONT face="Times New Roman"&gt;&lt;FONT color=#993399&gt;Ok, so when I heard about blogs, I didn’t really care. Then my friends started making them…I got a teeny bit curious and began reading some. &lt;SPAN style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt; &lt;/SPAN&gt;I knew at least three people who posted ‘em. But then Friendster joined the “blogging” fun and suddenly EVERYONE was sucked into this virtual whirl of gaiety! People began “blogging” around! It was a cool and high tech way of sharing ideas, beliefs, and true-life stories. My e-mail was suddenly crowded with notifications from Friendster, informing me that so-ands-so had updated their blogs. (Reason why I had to create a separate email address exclusively for Friendster)&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P class=MsoNormal style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt; TEXT-ALIGN: justify"&gt;&lt;SPAN style="mso-bidi-font-size: 19.0pt"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;FONT face="Times New Roman" color=#993399 size=3&gt; &lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P class=MsoNormal style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt; TEXT-ALIGN: justify"&gt;&lt;FONT size=3&gt;&lt;FONT color=#993399&gt;&lt;SPAN style="mso-bidi-font-size: 19.0pt"&gt;&lt;FONT face="Times New Roman"&gt;Some blogs are totally hilarious while others dwell more on serious and solemn reflections. Che’s blog recounts the story of her stolen cellphone in a cute and funny way. (diba, Che?? Isa kang magaling na manunulat! &lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;SPAN style="FONT-FAMILY: Wingdings; mso-bidi-font-size: 19.0pt; mso-ascii-font-family: 'Times New Roman'; mso-hansi-font-family: 'Times New Roman'; mso-char-type: symbol; mso-symbol-font-family: Wingdings"&gt;&lt;SPAN style="mso-char-type: symbol; mso-symbol-font-family: Wingdings"&gt;J&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;SPAN style="mso-bidi-font-size: 19.0pt"&gt;&lt;FONT face="Times New Roman"&gt;) Sai’s first blog was also comical but it made him seem a bit too goofy…others, on the other hand, have posted tear-jerkers that will honestly break your heart! *sniff* &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P class=MsoNormal style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt; TEXT-ALIGN: justify"&gt;&lt;SPAN style="mso-bidi-font-size: 19.0pt"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;FONT face="Times New Roman" color=#993399 size=3&gt; &lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P class=MsoNormal style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt; TEXT-ALIGN: justify"&gt;&lt;SPAN style="mso-bidi-font-size: 19.0pt"&gt;&lt;FONT size=3&gt;&lt;FONT face="Times New Roman"&gt;&lt;FONT color=#993399&gt;At first, I thought blogs were weird. Blogs are kinda like journals, right? And I thought, why would anyone want to broadcast their journals? It was really weird since diaries are usually built with locks. But then I realized it’s not so bad after all. Blogs are just reflections, ideas, stories—words that reflect the writer’s personality, giving the reader a chance to peep into that person’s soul.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P class=MsoNormal style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt; TEXT-ALIGN: justify"&gt;&lt;SPAN style="mso-bidi-font-size: 19.0pt"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;FONT face="Times New Roman" color=#993399 size=3&gt; &lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P class=MsoNormal style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt; TEXT-ALIGN: justify"&gt;&lt;SPAN style="mso-bidi-font-size: 19.0pt"&gt;&lt;FONT size=3&gt;&lt;FONT face="Times New Roman"&gt;&lt;FONT color=#993399&gt;Now, I’m also a part of this world of blogs. I still don’t know what the heck it means, but here I am…writing my first blog. Kinda hoping that the person who’s reading this won’t think I’m corny or weird or whatever. I’m just a frustrated writer…blogging around. =) HEHEHE… (^c^,)&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P class=MsoNormal style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt; TEXT-ALIGN: justify"&gt;&lt;SPAN style="mso-bidi-font-size: 19.0pt"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;FONT face="Times New Roman" color=#993399 size=3&gt; &lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P class=MsoNormal style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt; TEXT-ALIGN: justify"&gt;&lt;SPAN style="mso-bidi-font-size: 19.0pt"&gt;&lt;FONT size=3&gt;&lt;FONT face="Times New Roman"&gt;&lt;FONT color=#993399&gt;Ah….blogs…technology’s gift to people who love to write, people who want to be heard, and people who just want to be a part of a virtual world where you can say anything you want to say and be who you want to be. (^c^) &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P class=MsoNormal style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt; TEXT-ALIGN: justify"&gt;&lt;SPAN style="mso-bidi-font-size: 19.0pt"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;FONT face="Times New Roman" color=#993399 size=3&gt; &lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P&gt;&lt;FONT color=#993399&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt; &lt;/P&gt;&lt;!-- multiply:no_crosspost --&gt;&lt;p class='multiply:no_crosspost'&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30817200-6681063596398468778?l=hapzster.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hapzster.blogspot.com/feeds/6681063596398468778/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30817200&amp;postID=6681063596398468778&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30817200/posts/default/6681063596398468778'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30817200/posts/default/6681063596398468778'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hapzster.blogspot.com/2007/08/flashback-my-first-blog.html' title='Flashback: My first Blog'/><author><name>HaPi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08361868329125408453</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_0hUUK0hPjVU/R1Ai6JvE7QI/AAAAAAAAAAM/00J_ZECJlX4/S220/IMG_6519.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30817200.post-1046795195324217278</id><published>2007-08-24T05:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-12-12T03:17:06.895-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Why My Name is Hapi</title><content type='html'>&lt;p style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);font-family:Verdana;font-size:180%;"  &gt;&lt;span class="insertedphoto"&gt;&lt;a href="http://hapzster.multiply.com/photos/hi-res/upload/Rs8LzgoKCmwAACxAtas1"&gt;&lt;img class="alignleft" style="width: 247px; height: 149px;" src="http://images.hapzster.multiply.com/image/1/photos/upload/300x300/Rs8LzgoKCmwAACxAtas1/my%20name%20is.jpg?et=TQv7d6l%2BnDj%2B0XQn%2CF3M0g" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);font-family:Verdana;font-size:180%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;A lot of people &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);font-family:Verdana;font-size:180%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;i meet for the first time have one question for me. "Why are you called '&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);font-family:Verdana;font-size:180%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;Hapi'?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;Good question. Not many girls around this place are actually name after an adjective. But then the answer to that question is not as simple a&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;s you might think, so when asked where my name came from, I'd simply shrug and say "long story".&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;Actually, this long story began way back in the psychedelic(sp?) 70's after two people fell in love. A young man in a crazy afro, and a young woman with Cat-woman glasses met on campus during their college days. At that time, the guy had gone thru many bad relationships and wasn't exactly ready to begin another one. But POOF! Love does have a way of surprising people. Before he knew it, the girl in the glasses had caught his eye. Not long after their meeting, they became a couple.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;As they continued to study, this couple often got together on the sidewalk outside their campus to eat siopao and fishballs (this is where my name comes in). Incidentally, every time they get together, a certain song by Chicago plays on the radio. It is entitled "Happy Man". It went: "Maybe by chance, very unsuspecting, you caught my heart unprotecting me...now i'm falling in love with you..wooohooohooo...and for the first time in my life, you made me feel like a happy man..."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;THere it is...a song for someone who fell in love "unexpectedly" and considered himself "a happy man". So there.A few years later, the couple decided to name their kids "Asher", which in Hebrew meant "blessed" or "happy." &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;When my sister came into this world, she was named "Hannah Asher" with the nickname "Glad". I was called "Grace Asher, nicknamed "Happee", and my brother John Asher was later on christened as "Joy". But somehow, their names didn't stick. Someone said "Glad" sounded like a garbage bag and "Joy" wasn't exactly a name befitting for a guy--so their names were scratched.Mine stuck.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;But since "Happee" looked like a toothpaste brand, they changed my spelling to "Happy". Later on, when i was old enough to realize my name was spelled like I was always retting someone's birthday, I changed the spelling to H-a-p-i. That was before I found out that Hapi was actually an ancient Egyptian god of fertility with breasts of a woman. Ironically, my parents thought I was a guy before I was born--all my cute baby stuff were blue. (Not that it has any connection.hehe)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;SO now...I'm called "Hapi" by my family and close friends. If you call me "grace" that means we have a lot of getting-to-know-you stuff to do. =) I actually don't mind being called "Hapi"--even though it prompts a lot of smiles, and makes people sing "It's so nice to be happy..shalalala" everytime I pass by them--it's like my theme song. Others like to ask me "Hapi, are you happy?" then they'd go off laughing. I'd just shake my head and say..."No..i'm actually sleepy." Some people like to call me "Sad" just to try to be funny. I don't mind. I think my name is great..unique--even if it is an adjective. So i guess i'll just sing along with the folks.." It's so nice to be HAPI..shalala!" =)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;!-- multiply:no_crosspost --&gt;&lt;p style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0); font-weight: bold;" class="multiply:no_crosspost"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30817200-1046795195324217278?l=hapzster.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hapzster.blogspot.com/feeds/1046795195324217278/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30817200&amp;postID=1046795195324217278&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30817200/posts/default/1046795195324217278'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30817200/posts/default/1046795195324217278'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hapzster.blogspot.com/2007/08/why-my-name-is-hapi.html' title='Why My Name is Hapi'/><author><name>HaPi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08361868329125408453</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_0hUUK0hPjVU/R1Ai6JvE7QI/AAAAAAAAAAM/00J_ZECJlX4/S220/IMG_6519.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30817200.post-1743856449977205790</id><published>2007-03-08T05:25:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2007-11-30T08:25:17.630-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='randomness'/><title type='text'>Till We Meet Again</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330000;"&gt;My dad told me that when his father died almost thirty years ago, they sang a hymn... the song goes "Till we meet, till we meet...till we meet at Jesus' feet. God be with you till we meet again." The hymn has become a personal favorite. It gives me such a clear and vivid picture of Christians from all over the world, from past, present, and future, gathering together in the presence of the Savior...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330000;"&gt;We had just buried my grandmother 8 days ago. Burials are emotionally draining. Just the eulogies can cause a flood of tears...but the darkest part of it is when you are invited to view the remains "for the last time". It was hard for my mom. Hard for her sibs. Hard for my cousins. Hard for me. Saying goodbye is never easy. But as the coffin was lowered...as my relatives wailed...I was consoled with the thought that it definately won't be the last time I'll be seeing my grandmother. Death and distance may keep us apart, but one day...one glorious day, those who have been truly saved will meet at the Savior's feet. And with that thought comforting me, I couldn't but help smiling through my tears. Lola isn't "gone". She just went ahead. My grandfather would be there to meet her...and they'll be waiting for us too. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330000;"&gt;Well..."till we meet at Jesus' feet."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;!-- multiply:no_crosspost --&gt;&lt;p class="multiply:no_crosspost"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330000;"&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/30817200-1743856449977205790?l=hapzster.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hapzster.blogspot.com/feeds/1743856449977205790/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30817200&amp;postID=1743856449977205790&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30817200/posts/default/1743856449977205790'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30817200/posts/default/1743856449977205790'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hapzster.blogspot.com/2007/03/till-we-meet-again.html' title='Till We Meet Again'/><author><name>HaPi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08361868329125408453</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_0hUUK0hPjVU/R1Ai6JvE7QI/AAAAAAAAAAM/00J_ZECJlX4/S220/IMG_6519.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30817200.post-7117168488102056693</id><published>2007-03-08T05:16:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2007-11-30T08:23:17.784-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Saying Goodbye</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;We all knew she would go soon. We all knew her stay would end and her struggles would be over. But knowing the coming of the event could not prevent the pouring of emotions.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;I received &lt;em&gt;the &lt;/em&gt;"Call" just around 1pm yesterday. I was on my way to the wash room to brush my teeth...my phone rang. It was my dad. "Hapi," his voice sounded more like a sigh, "your lola is gone."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;A wave of mingled emotions washed over me and i felt my hand shaking as I gathered my things. She was gone. The woman who nursed and raised my mom...I didn't expect her to stay long...but the truth still hurt terribly. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;She had been confined in the hospital for over a month, and every week, her body grew weaker, the illness overpowered her frail body. Last Friday was the last time I saw her, spoke to her, kissed her. She was lying in the ICU with plastic tubes stuck all over her, trying to save her life. She opened her eyes when I approached her. "Where are the birds?" she asked me confusedly.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;"That's just your heart monitor beeping, Lola," I assured her. "there are no birds."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;She looked around her and asked me something I couldn't understand. Then I stooped over and told her we were always praying for her...always. She looked at me with a little smile on her lips and said, "&lt;em&gt;malaking bagay talaga ang panalangin." &lt;/em&gt;I was overwhelmed and felt tears welling up in my eyes...there she was, clinging to life, fighting hard to live...hallucinating one moment, but speaking seriously of prayers the next. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;That was the last time I saw her with life. When I arrived shortly after her death, I found her on her bed, a cold, lifeless body, wrapped cruelly in a red blanket. My heart bled. My cousin came and pulled the blanket away from her face. She looked so peaceful, as if in a deep sleep...I usually despised the thought of touching a body, but I stepped forward and stroked her snowwhite hair. That lump of flesh on the bed wasn't her any longer.... I knew deep down, as I said goodbye...that all her struggle and pain was over, and that she was probably looking up at the face of the Savior.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;I've said goodbye to her one last time...she didn't hear me, but I know one day we'll see each other again&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;!-- multiply:no_crosspost --&gt;&lt;p class="multiply:no_crosspost"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&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/30817200-7117168488102056693?l=hapzster.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hapzster.blogspot.com/feeds/7117168488102056693/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30817200&amp;postID=7117168488102056693&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30817200/posts/default/7117168488102056693'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30817200/posts/default/7117168488102056693'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hapzster.blogspot.com/2007/03/saying-goodbye.html' title='Saying Goodbye'/><author><name>HaPi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08361868329125408453</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_0hUUK0hPjVU/R1Ai6JvE7QI/AAAAAAAAAAM/00J_ZECJlX4/S220/IMG_6519.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30817200.post-4897135741775938509</id><published>2006-11-30T20:23:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2006-12-01T00:31:20.650-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Update'/><title type='text'>Hello and Goodbye</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Spent some bonding moments with my ABK girlfriends, twice this month.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;First was to say hello to those I haven't seen in ages.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Second was to say goodbye to Jhevy who's leaving for the largest, most populated country in the world.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger2/7088/3761/1600/632443/CFAD%20week2%20322.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger2/7088/3761/400/519329/CFAD%20week2%20322.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;All together again...first group pic in a long time. We were all oily and smiling and happy to see each other. Ü&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger2/7088/3761/1600/460148/CFAD%20week2%20408.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger2/7088/3761/400/666175/CFAD%20week2%20408.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;At Mocha Blends, shortly after Arvee's arrival. I know..I'm guilty. That empty plastic cup is proof of my Mocha Frost drinking. Hey--it's only once in a moon river blue! Ü&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger2/7088/3761/1600/647860/18112006(007).jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger2/7088/3761/400/473517/18112006%28007%29.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Old ABK tradition...picture taking in front of the mirror.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger2/7088/3761/1600/753131/CFAD%20week2%20412.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger2/7088/3761/400/817780/CFAD%20week2%20412.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;One last group picture on a loooong time. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;=^( ... sad but true.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="right"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger2/7088/3761/1600/324748/20112006(002).jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger2/7088/3761/400/364147/20112006%28002%29.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Against the light.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Picture was taken early morning outside the Mall of Asia where we went right after saying goodbye to Jhevy at the airport.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger2/7088/3761/1600/320990/ust5%20099.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger2/7088/3761/400/781277/ust5%20099.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Fooling around! Bro LOVES taking candid pix&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger2/7088/3761/1600/223885/20112006(003).jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger2/7088/3761/400/37223/20112006%28003%29.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Me, Rhia, Arvee, and Leng. Jollibee MOA. Laughing. Smiling. Reminiscing. Ü&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30817200-4897135741775938509?l=hapzster.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hapzster.blogspot.com/feeds/4897135741775938509/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30817200&amp;postID=4897135741775938509&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30817200/posts/default/4897135741775938509'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30817200/posts/default/4897135741775938509'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hapzster.blogspot.com/2006/11/hello-and-goodbye_30.html' title='Hello and Goodbye'/><author><name>HaPi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08361868329125408453</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_0hUUK0hPjVU/R1Ai6JvE7QI/AAAAAAAAAAM/00J_ZECJlX4/S220/IMG_6519.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30817200.post-3782789385691473418</id><published>2006-11-30T04:36:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-11-30T08:30:14.921-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='randmoness'/><title type='text'>All Work and no Play Part II Ü</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;For the past few weeks, work was such a burden for me. I lacked motivation and drive. It wasn't only me...it was all of us in the office. Work was no fun. Work was a curse. At first i began to dislike it...then i began to despise it. The only thing driving me to do it was because it was my duty to God. Reason why we didn't like work? Because there was &lt;em&gt;hardly &lt;/em&gt;any work at all. We spent most of our time on "idle" mode, during which we aren't allowed to read anything not work related. Talking to each other was also not permitted--unless you stared at your monitor and make it appear as if you're talking to your customer when in fact you're talking to the person beside you. Yep. Work was becoming a prison.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;THen today came and suddenly my work will change... our team leader called me into the "huddle room" where she said she'd meet me for "coaching". She did just that...discussed my performance--pointed out where I needed to improve....then she asked me if I had any concerns. I told her no--at least ,not for the moment. THen she told me that &lt;em&gt;she&lt;/em&gt; had a concern to tell &lt;em&gt;me. Thud.Thud.Thud. &lt;/em&gt;Went my poor little heart. I was so nervous i think I was kinda pale. I thought I'd done something wrong. But that dear little lady suddenly smiled and said, &lt;em&gt;"&lt;/em&gt;you're the lucky we chose to be transfered to the CKAG group." Talked about mixed emotions. I didn't know whether to laugh or cry. I felt happy that i was moving to greener pastures...sorta like a promotion where they give you more work but no raise. CKAG group Centralized Key Agents Group which handles San Miguel's top accounts like first class hotels, restos and so on. Being given such a responsibility was great. Besides...that would mean regular working hours for me, and no work on holidays adn weekends. No more worries of being made to go to work on Sundays! Moving means more work. Much, much more work, actually, but there are more opportunities for growth there. But at the same time...i was kinda sad. Leaving the area i learned to love for 6 months is not somethnig i'm looknig forward to. i'll miss my young friends there. people from CKAG look way too old and &lt;em&gt;un&lt;/em&gt;fun if there's such a thing.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;But i honestly consider myself a blessed girl tonight. And I know it's because of God's mercy and goodness that I'm given a better job. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Non nobis domine&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;non nobis sed nomini...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;tuo da gloriam.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30817200-3782789385691473418?l=hapzster.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hapzster.blogspot.com/feeds/3782789385691473418/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30817200&amp;postID=3782789385691473418&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30817200/posts/default/3782789385691473418'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30817200/posts/default/3782789385691473418'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hapzster.blogspot.com/2006/11/for-past-few-weeks-work-was-such-burden.html' title='All Work and no Play Part II Ü'/><author><name>HaPi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08361868329125408453</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_0hUUK0hPjVU/R1Ai6JvE7QI/AAAAAAAAAAM/00J_ZECJlX4/S220/IMG_6519.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30817200.post-2811241355793740634</id><published>2006-11-29T08:18:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-11-30T08:32:10.438-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Update'/><title type='text'>All WOrk and No Play</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Been pretty busy lately and couldn't keep up with blogs and stuff. If you ask me, I'm doing fine..great actually, although a bit sleepy. I feel &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;G-R-E-A-T&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; cuz i found out I won't need to go to work on Christmas and New Year after all! It's kinda a neat story. Sorta blessing in disguise kind of thing. Tuesday morning, i was late for work. Blame the school parade that caused a terrible traffic jam! I was &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;TWENTY&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;minutes late that morning and felt kinda bad about it because I was sort of trying to keep a clean record. But you know what? It was a good thing I came in late. While I was away, people passed a box around with three kinds of paper in it. One paper had a smiley face, another had a "happy new year" written on it, while the last read "merry christmas". IF you get the new year, it means you'll spend new year staring at your computer screen, and if you get the christmas, it would mean working on that holiday. But if you get the smiley, it would mean you won't have to go to work on either of the holidays. KNow what? Before the box got to me, the needed number of people were already chosen to work on those days. I didn't even get to pick one out. Ü which is great because I really didn't look forward to spending holidays at work.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;By the way, work was painful for me for two days. Had a &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;HUGE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; sore in my mouth that hurt when I talked. So I asked our team leader to let me do something else...she had be encode the phone directory in our database for &lt;strong&gt;TWO &lt;/strong&gt;days. Not cool. But better than letting my mouth bleed. Ü&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Last, but not least, there's a super typhoon scheduled to arrive tonight. I'm not exactly looking forward to a Milenyo part 2 where I get soaked in the rain and almost got sick trying to find a way home, so maybe I'll just use up my emergency leave and stay home all day tomorrow. Problem is, there's no sign that a typhoon is coming. SKies are clear and there's no wind at all. But all classes, all levels are postponed in Metro Manila. That must mean one &lt;strong&gt;BIG &lt;/strong&gt;storm. Oh well...weeeird.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger2/7088/3761/1600/810154/23112006(002).jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger2/7088/3761/200/541825/23112006%28002%29.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger2/7088/3761/1600/968043/22112006.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger2/7088/3761/200/521812/22112006.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Random pictures with gals from work. First pic, left to right - Andee, Katt, Moi Ü&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="right"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger2/7088/3761/1600/968043/22112006.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger2/7088/3761/1600/968043/22112006.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30817200-2811241355793740634?l=hapzster.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hapzster.blogspot.com/feeds/2811241355793740634/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30817200&amp;postID=2811241355793740634&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30817200/posts/default/2811241355793740634'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30817200/posts/default/2811241355793740634'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hapzster.blogspot.com/2006/11/all-work-and-no-play.html' title='All WOrk and No Play'/><author><name>HaPi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08361868329125408453</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_0hUUK0hPjVU/R1Ai6JvE7QI/AAAAAAAAAAM/00J_ZECJlX4/S220/IMG_6519.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30817200.post-3062472376325717933</id><published>2006-11-29T07:54:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-11-30T08:44:57.479-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='something new'/><title type='text'>Officially a Four-eyed Geek =)</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger2/7088/3761/1600/574283/30112006(001).jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger2/7088/3761/200/725672/30112006%28001%29.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;It's done. It's here. There's no turning back. I'm officially a four-eyed geek. It feels so weird...I've always wanted glasses for as far as I can remember. As a kid, I used to wear my mom's old glasses without the lens and feel really great about it. But now that I have lenses of my own, I want to take it off and throw it away. It feels so strange...so uncomfortable. But like I said, there's no turning back.&lt;br /&gt;Abba and I went to an eye doctor and had my eyes checked last Monday. Frequent headaches and dizziness during work compelled me to make the stop over. The doctor said I was experiencing the beginning of astigmatism, which, according to her, would worsen if I didn't do something about it. Doing somethign about it meant getting a pair of glasses. And that's exactly what I did. Now, I look about five years older and a teeny bit smarter. Ü Oh well...looks can be deceiving. Ü ... it was unfortunate that neither of my two fashionable sibs were present to give me advice on which frame to choose. I think I chose the ones that make me look...um...grandma-like. Oh well..at least they're not huge and round. Ü But so far, family and friends who see me wearing them can't help but take a second look--with tiny smug grins on their faces, nonetheless. Hmph. They'll get used to it. I'll get used to it too--and the time will come when this foreign object on my face will be a part of me that they won't recognize me without it. Superman? Is that you?&lt;br /&gt;Ciao. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30817200-3062472376325717933?l=hapzster.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hapzster.blogspot.com/feeds/3062472376325717933/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30817200&amp;postID=3062472376325717933&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30817200/posts/default/3062472376325717933'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30817200/posts/default/3062472376325717933'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hapzster.blogspot.com/2006/11/officially-four-eyed-geek.html' title='Officially a Four-eyed Geek =)'/><author><name>HaPi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08361868329125408453</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_0hUUK0hPjVU/R1Ai6JvE7QI/AAAAAAAAAAM/00J_ZECJlX4/S220/IMG_6519.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30817200.post-116455959750189303</id><published>2006-11-26T08:20:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-11-30T09:02:08.839-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Party'/><title type='text'>Soooo Outdated</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger2/7088/3761/1600/745443/sMyL!!??(1012).jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger2/7088/3761/200/460079/sMyL%21%21%3F%3F%281012%29.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger2/7088/3761/1600/981450/foxY-0187.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger2/7088/3761/200/538354/foxY-0187.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger2/7088/3761/1600/145428/sMyL!!??(1019).jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger2/7088/3761/200/433615/sMyL%21%21%3F%3F%281019%29.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger2/7088/3761/1600/490022/sMyL!!??(1016).jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger2/7088/3761/200/974294/sMyL%21%21%3F%3F%281016%29.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger2/7088/3761/1600/729785/sMyL!!??(1017).jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger2/7088/3761/200/453002/sMyL%21%21%3F%3F%281017%29.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Finally..internet's working again. Time to post some outdated entries.&lt;/em&gt; &lt;strong&gt;=) &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;~@~@~@~@~@~@~@~@~@~@~@~@~@~@&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;My First HaLLoWeeN PaRty&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;Attended my very first Halloween costume party last night. I was the only gal who wore a guy's costume. All the other ladies were prim and pretty and cutie. Oh well...i never really could picture myself with fairy wings. It was a new experience for me though...we actually had to wear our costumes all day in the office. There were witches and Jap school girls, and dark angels and corpses...I didn't exactly win the "Ms. Undas" title (haha!) but I still had fun laughing at the other people's costumes. They really put a lot of effort into it. I'll put up more pictures once I get copies from the others. Didn't get to bring my digi cam cuz my parents borrowed it for their Baguio trip. Abba's preaching at the singles' camp up there and Ma went to keep him company. Then they're gonna do a little "reminiscing" and "reflecting" afterwards. Ah...just like honeymooners. haha!! =) Jo's gone too. Went to the youth camp. Said he couldn't resist going since it's his last. He's getting old--physically. Inside, he's younger than my 9 year old brother. Well...i'll end here. Haven't been a faithful blogger, but don't worry folks. I'm doing my best. =) Ciao. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30817200-116455959750189303?l=hapzster.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hapzster.blogspot.com/feeds/116455959750189303/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30817200&amp;postID=116455959750189303&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30817200/posts/default/116455959750189303'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30817200/posts/default/116455959750189303'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hapzster.blogspot.com/2006/11/soooo-outdated.html' title='Soooo Outdated'/><author><name>HaPi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08361868329125408453</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_0hUUK0hPjVU/R1Ai6JvE7QI/AAAAAAAAAAM/00J_ZECJlX4/S220/IMG_6519.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30817200.post-116169932516911822</id><published>2006-10-24T06:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-10-24T07:15:25.180-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My New Favorite Game</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3649/3312/320/cake_mania_main.jpg" border="0" /&gt;Had a relaxing day at work today...holidays are great. We don't have much calls and we get to play games all day. Hehe... My new favorite game...tada! CAKE MANIA! I played it ALL day at work. Nothing do to but play games. haha! =) Well...I had a couple of calls, but they were all taken care of in no time. So i spent my day baking virtual cakes for my virtual customers. It's kinda childish but cute. Game House really does cook up the best games ever. =) Yummy. Anyway, to be more productive, I'll just bring a book to work next holiday...that would be Nov. 1. Oh yeah...we have a Halloween costume party at work on the 30th. Maybe i could go dressed as a sponge cake. Haha. Cake Mania hangover! I'm downloading it now so I can enjoy it here at home. Ahaha! Confessions of a cake maniac! =) Must be because I've always dreamed of putting up a bakeshop. Well...at least my dream came true today on my computer.=)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30817200-116169932516911822?l=hapzster.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hapzster.blogspot.com/feeds/116169932516911822/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30817200&amp;postID=116169932516911822&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30817200/posts/default/116169932516911822'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30817200/posts/default/116169932516911822'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hapzster.blogspot.com/2006/10/my-new-favorite-game.html' title='My New Favorite Game'/><author><name>HaPi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08361868329125408453</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_0hUUK0hPjVU/R1Ai6JvE7QI/AAAAAAAAAAM/00J_ZECJlX4/S220/IMG_6519.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30817200.post-116153281246488192</id><published>2006-10-22T08:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-10-22T09:00:12.483-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Blogging With My Eyes Closed</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3649/3312/1600/girl.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" height="209" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3649/3312/320/girl.jpg" width="172" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Random nonesense I wanna write down tonight...&lt;br /&gt;It's been a month since I last posted a decent blogs. My previous blogs were in outline form. But I guess you can't blame me. Work has been stressful lately. Ah...stress...I thought i'd let go of the term (as well asl the feeling) once I get out of college. Oh well...wrong perception, girl!&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I've been trying to change my template. I'm getting tired of it...sorta. And this blog has a black background now...for a change. I'll turn it back to white soon. Black doesn't suit my theme...&lt;br /&gt;Abba's in Kalibo. He's the official minister for a couple's wedding there... been a while since I was last there. Can't belp but remember my embarrassing fall in the pig's mud puddle. I'll spare you the details...&lt;br /&gt;Man...I really write weird stuff when I'm half a sleep! Oh yeah...found out that the word "Blog" actualy stands for "web log". Amazing.&lt;br /&gt;Will blog more seriously soon...Been too sleepy and busy. *SNORE* &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30817200-116153281246488192?l=hapzster.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hapzster.blogspot.com/feeds/116153281246488192/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30817200&amp;postID=116153281246488192&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30817200/posts/default/116153281246488192'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30817200/posts/default/116153281246488192'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hapzster.blogspot.com/2006/10/blogging-with-my-eyes-closed.html' title='Blogging With My Eyes Closed'/><author><name>HaPi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08361868329125408453</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_0hUUK0hPjVU/R1Ai6JvE7QI/AAAAAAAAAAM/00J_ZECJlX4/S220/IMG_6519.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30817200.post-115901793724061849</id><published>2006-09-23T06:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-09-23T06:26:58.876-07:00</updated><title type='text'>No...it can't be!</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt;There are things in life I find so hard to accept--like...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;... I'll be 23 in less than two weeks (and that's &lt;strong&gt;OLD!)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;... I'm gaining weight (because I eat too much carb!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;... Ken is 9 years old and can't be treated like a baby (missing the days he was light enough to carry)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;... I'll be spending my Christmas at work (the thought makes me wanna cry)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#336666;"&gt;... I want to eat chocolate so badly but can't because of the sugar content (a no-no for South Beach Dieters)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;... Life is too short and time is too fast for me to be able to blog all I want. Like now. I have to go and clean up in the kitchen..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Ciao&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30817200-115901793724061849?l=hapzster.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hapzster.blogspot.com/feeds/115901793724061849/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30817200&amp;postID=115901793724061849&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30817200/posts/default/115901793724061849'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30817200/posts/default/115901793724061849'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hapzster.blogspot.com/2006/09/noit-cant-be.html' title='No...it can&apos;t be!'/><author><name>HaPi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08361868329125408453</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_0hUUK0hPjVU/R1Ai6JvE7QI/AAAAAAAAAAM/00J_ZECJlX4/S220/IMG_6519.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30817200.post-115858676094285232</id><published>2006-09-18T06:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-10-22T22:31:00.226-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Whachup Doc?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3649/3312/1600/kid4.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 238px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 255px" height="320" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3649/3312/320/kid4.jpg" width="224" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;OK...update time!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ccccff;"&gt;* Went to Global Sources in Makati today for a job interview. Ms. Macy was nice--she didn't ask me stupid questions like: "If you were an object what would you be?" or... "describe blue to a blind man".. Haha... Hopefully, I'll be a copy editor if they decide to hire me. Don't I wish... I really don't like improving San Miguel's beer sales.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ccccff;"&gt;*Am currently doing outbound calls in Camarines Sur and Camarines NOrte. Been practicing my basic Bicol knowledge. Mabalos! Magayunon ka baga!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ccccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ccccff;"&gt;*Got the van back...yey!! no more commuting on Sundays! Commuting from Antipolo to church was such a drag... it's NOT easy commuting that far in formal attire. Esp. when it's raining... we look like drowned rats when we arrive.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ccccff;"&gt;Found out what the word "blog" means! Kinda accidentally...i alwasy wondered where they got that word but i never got to looking it up. Then while I was doing something in the bathroom (don't ask what), I browsed through a Reader's Digest magazine. That's when I learned that "blog" is actually a shortcut for "web log". Istufeed me. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ccccff;"&gt;Got a new schedule at San Miguel. 9-6pm with Sundays and Mondays off. That's a LOT better than the one shift they gave me last month. 1-10pm with Thursdays and Fridays off. I had to skip two evening services because of that. Another reason why I'm so eager to leave San Miguel. They can give me a Sunday anytime and I won't be allowed to refuse. Oh well...there's always teh option of resigning.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ccccff;"&gt;Arvie celebrated her 11th birthday last Sunday. Her mom's coming this October. I bet she'll be surprised to find how she's grown. She's officially a woman now... if you know what I mean...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ccccff;"&gt;Ken hasn't changed a bit. He's growing a bit taller though... still an avid Star Wars fan... hates reading like Joash... wants a pet bunny wabbit for his birthday.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ccccff;"&gt;Am getting kinda tired of my layout...maybe i should change it. But honestly, whenever I try to sit down and fix it, my eyes start drooping and I end up going to bed. Like now...I'm so sleepy... (my favorite phrase ever!) =)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#6600cc;"&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/30817200-115858676094285232?l=hapzster.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hapzster.blogspot.com/feeds/115858676094285232/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30817200&amp;postID=115858676094285232&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30817200/posts/default/115858676094285232'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30817200/posts/default/115858676094285232'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hapzster.blogspot.com/2006/09/whachup-doc.html' title='Whachup Doc?'/><author><name>HaPi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08361868329125408453</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_0hUUK0hPjVU/R1Ai6JvE7QI/AAAAAAAAAAM/00J_ZECJlX4/S220/IMG_6519.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30817200.post-115643694090937875</id><published>2006-08-24T09:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-08-24T09:47:12.706-07:00</updated><title type='text'>what keeps me up at night</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#336666;"&gt;Nothing to worry about. I mean, I don't sleep because I'm worrying about something... it's just that there are so many better things to do than sleep at night. Hehe... anyway, here are a list of things that usually make me sleep really late--or really early in the morning. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;JOURNAL&lt;/strong&gt; - there's nothing better than turning on the radio late at night when everyone else is asleep and quiet (except for my dad's snoring and RV's sleep talk), grab a pen, and start scribbling random thoughts and events. You can write down ANYTHING and not care about anyone reading it...well...at least not before you're dead. I just wish my brother wouldn't be so snoopy sometimes... but i honsetly find great comfort and relief in pouring out my heart and soul in the pages of my journal. I'm currently writing in the Thomas Kinkade book Becs gave me for my birthday last year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;BLOGS&lt;/strong&gt; - although i haven't been as faithful in blogging like before, i often sleep late because of blogs --like now. it's actually 12:03am. But since it's way too noisy in our house during the day, night is the only time i have to update my blog. I'm not as free in writing down thoughts here, but it's still a vent somehow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;BOOK&lt;/strong&gt; - I haven't read a good book for quite some time, but I just bought "THe Hiding Place" by COrrie Ten Boom and I'm looknig forward to re-reading it. Anyone want to suggest a good book to read? I feel as if i've re-read my books here at home one too many times.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;MOVIE&lt;/strong&gt; - I don't watch movies late on week days, but i usually watch one on friday nights. I want to watch a good comedy tomorrow, but good movies are so hard to find nowadays. The PG13 movie I watched last week was still something a 13 year old shouldn't be watching. Maybe I'll rent The Lion, The Witch, and THe Wardrobe tomorrow...or SPongebob the Movie!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;GOOGLE EARTH &amp;amp; LIMEWIRE&lt;/strong&gt; - Googleearth.com is amazing! The imagse aren't as clear as i want them to be, but it's amazing how they do that--take pictures of the whole earth from the satellite in space? I never thought it would be possible...but it is. All you gotta do is type down a location and presto! It takes you there! I saw our old house in West Orange...our old house in Dart...and our present house here in Antipolo. the images were kinda outdated though...our roof has been painted green. It was still white in the picture. But still..=) Lime wire is also keeps me up sometimes. Music download all you can!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;MEMORIES&lt;/strong&gt; - yeah...sentimental, but true. I like to sit down adn read old diary entries, look at old pictures, read my old stories...relive those good ol memories. I actually just read my old stories. I thought I'd lost them when we had our computer fixed about five years ago. But surprise, surprise...when I checked out the pile of unlabeled CDs here at home, i found all of my missing documents. It's funny how i ever thought myself to be a good writer. My words were overly hilarious--trying-hard, overacting characters! haha...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well...i can't recall of anything else that keep me up at night. But i know i'll be sleeping later than usualy tonight because I still have to finish the mailing list for our church visitors. That means I should stop blogging and start working. =)&lt;br /&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/30817200-115643694090937875?l=hapzster.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hapzster.blogspot.com/feeds/115643694090937875/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30817200&amp;postID=115643694090937875&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30817200/posts/default/115643694090937875'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30817200/posts/default/115643694090937875'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hapzster.blogspot.com/2006/08/what-keeps-me-up-at-night.html' title='what keeps me up at night'/><author><name>HaPi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08361868329125408453</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_0hUUK0hPjVU/R1Ai6JvE7QI/AAAAAAAAAAM/00J_ZECJlX4/S220/IMG_6519.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30817200.post-115487897918915990</id><published>2006-08-06T08:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-08-06T08:42:59.203-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Change...Always Change</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Did something today not every normal girl my age would do... I disregarded my civilized rationale, tossed aside my umbrella, and soaked happily in the rain.  Well...actually, i just took advantage of the free water and washed the family car in the rain. It was a brief moment, but it gave me a taste of that phase in life I've missed...that phase called &lt;strong&gt;childhood&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt; Ahh...childhood...those knee-scraping days. Can't believe it's been ten years since I was last called a "kid". It's really amazing how time has snatched away at youth so quickly. Almost five years ago, I was a chubby highschooler, dreading what college had in store for me. It was a loong, four-year of pressure, study, and hardwork. But after those four years, you simply can't help but learn to love that world of learning. Pity though...you only realize this at graduation (reason why i cried on graduation night). Now, i'd do anything to relive those years again...&lt;br /&gt;Now, I'm in a whole new world again. A world of career and new ambitions--a world I'm totally unfamiliar with. I wonder...when I learn to love this new world, would it be during the time I must leave it?&lt;br /&gt;The other day, i was sadly musing over what LM Montgomery once said, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;"...That was life. Gladness and pain...hope and fear...and change. Always change! You could not help it. You had to let the old go and take the new to your heart...learn to love it and let it go in turn. Spring, lovely as it was, must yield to summer, and summer lose itself in autumn. The birth...the bridal...the death...&lt;/em&gt;"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Amazing though...that while I was thinking about, and despising change, Psalm 102:25 caught my eye. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;" &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;Of old you laid the foundations of the earth, adn the heavens are the work of your hands. They will perish, but you will endure; yes all of them will grow old like a garment; Like a cloak You will change them, and they will be changed. But you are still the same, and Your years will have no end.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's comforting to know that in this world where nothing stays the same, God does not change.&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/30817200-115487897918915990?l=hapzster.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hapzster.blogspot.com/feeds/115487897918915990/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30817200&amp;postID=115487897918915990&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30817200/posts/default/115487897918915990'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30817200/posts/default/115487897918915990'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hapzster.blogspot.com/2006/08/changealways-change.html' title='Change...Always Change'/><author><name>HaPi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08361868329125408453</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_0hUUK0hPjVU/R1Ai6JvE7QI/AAAAAAAAAAM/00J_ZECJlX4/S220/IMG_6519.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30817200.post-115418376777173808</id><published>2006-07-29T06:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-29T07:38:33.860-07:00</updated><title type='text'>SAY CHEESE!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3649/3312/1600/joash2%20039.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3649/3312/200/joash2%20039.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3649/3312/1600/joash2%20058.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3649/3312/200/joash2%20058.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3649/3312/1600/joash2%20069.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3649/3312/200/joash2%20069.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3649/3312/1600/joash2%20062.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3649/3312/1600/joash2%20092.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3649/3312/200/joash2%20092.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3649/3312/1600/joash2%20063.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3649/3312/200/joash2%20063.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3649/3312/1600/joash2%20068.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3649/3312/200/joash2%20068.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just bought rechargable batteries for my digicam... this is what happens when you don't have to think about wasting the batteries!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30817200-115418376777173808?l=hapzster.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hapzster.blogspot.com/feeds/115418376777173808/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30817200&amp;postID=115418376777173808&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30817200/posts/default/115418376777173808'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30817200/posts/default/115418376777173808'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hapzster.blogspot.com/2006/07/say-cheese.html' title='SAY CHEESE!!!'/><author><name>HaPi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08361868329125408453</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_0hUUK0hPjVU/R1Ai6JvE7QI/AAAAAAAAAAM/00J_ZECJlX4/S220/IMG_6519.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30817200.post-115400781758655998</id><published>2006-07-27T06:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-27T06:43:37.650-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Woohoo!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#6600cc;"&gt;Pay day tomorrow! Yey!! I can't wait... hehe... =) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#6600cc;"&gt;Work is getting more and more fun every day. Well... actualy the &lt;em&gt;work &lt;/em&gt;isn't fun. It's the people around me who are. Those people are like Joash and Sai, and the ABK &lt;em&gt;kakulitan &lt;/em&gt;combined! We get hilarious laughs when our soft phone status is idle. I'm really thankful God has given me new friends... They take the pressure out of things and lighten up the mood with their quirkiness. I just hope we won't get reprimanded by the boss for laughing when we should be soberly staring at our computer screens, waiting for a draft beer order. haha... and what a coincidence that the girls I eat with have almost the exact same characteristics as the girls I hung otu with in college. They're all so warm and friendly and funny! I guess I can never survive without laughter. :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#6600cc;"&gt;WEll...time does fly when you're having fun. I can hardly believe it's Friday again tomorrow. Ahh... and rest day is Saturday! Can't wait. =P&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30817200-115400781758655998?l=hapzster.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hapzster.blogspot.com/feeds/115400781758655998/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30817200&amp;postID=115400781758655998&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30817200/posts/default/115400781758655998'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30817200/posts/default/115400781758655998'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hapzster.blogspot.com/2006/07/woohoo.html' title='Woohoo!!'/><author><name>HaPi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08361868329125408453</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_0hUUK0hPjVU/R1Ai6JvE7QI/AAAAAAAAAAM/00J_ZECJlX4/S220/IMG_6519.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30817200.post-115350398394135109</id><published>2006-07-21T10:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-21T11:15:33.820-07:00</updated><title type='text'>~~Not A Loner~~</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.photobucket.com/register.php?pbaffsite=40" target="__blank"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="LEFT: 0px; WIDTH: 88px; POSITION: absolute; TOP: 20px; HEIGHT: 31px"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.free-extras.com" target="_self"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#339999;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;img height="131" alt="Myspace Glitters" src="http://www.free-extras.com/images/freestuff/150.gif" width="94" border="0" /&gt;I don't know why some people call me a loner. I'm not. I value my social life a lot, I've proven that to myself for the past month. Before the new batch came, all I wanted to do was quit my job at SMITS. I felt so alone and out of place in that formal corporate world. I talked to no one, kept my head down, talked only when spoken to, and acted like a total geek! Everyone else seemed so...professional. I felt like a student in corporate clothes. I felt so alone and different, I honestly wanted to quit. THe poeple around me weren't unfriendly...but it seemed to me as if they knew each other well, leaving me out of their familiar circle (which of course, was just me being overly sensitive). &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#339999;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#339999;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;But God has really helped me in my adjustments in this new environment. And He has blessed me with new friends--also fresh graduates from various schools who, like me, are still trying to learn the ropes on things. It's amazing how God has been helping me. I honestly don't feel so lonely any more. Everything's starting to brighten up. I still don't like helping San Miguel improve their beer sales, but things are getting a lot better for me. I don't know if I'll last a year in that place, but I do know that God will always be my guide. :) He's also given me my family to back me up. My parents' support have been overwhelming. How many dads would drive their daughters to the terminal every morning? Or even drop by at work to give food? Or how may moms would stay up till midnight just to prepare my breakfast and lunch? Not many parents like that in this generation...I've truly been blessed. And with them by my side, I'm never a loner. =)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#339999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30817200-115350398394135109?l=hapzster.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hapzster.blogspot.com/feeds/115350398394135109/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30817200&amp;postID=115350398394135109&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30817200/posts/default/115350398394135109'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30817200/posts/default/115350398394135109'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hapzster.blogspot.com/2006/07/not-loner.html' title='~~Not A Loner~~'/><author><name>HaPi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08361868329125408453</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_0hUUK0hPjVU/R1Ai6JvE7QI/AAAAAAAAAAM/00J_ZECJlX4/S220/IMG_6519.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30817200.post-115294903689658521</id><published>2006-07-15T00:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-15T00:37:16.896-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Getting There</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff6699;"&gt;I'm finally beginning to get the hang of it. It feels great...learning things you actually thought was hard. Call me shallow, but I'm in cloud 9. Hehe...&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, spend half of my day in front of the pc, "tweaking" some templates (mostly&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3649/3312/1600/cute.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 131px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 132px" height="163" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3649/3312/200/cute.jpg" width="165" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Becky's) haha...and copy pasting codes from others. (sorry guys). =P&lt;br /&gt;I never actually thought I'd enjoy this. I never really like to broadcast what I think of. But here I am, sharing my thoughts with the world. Oh well...things happen ;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30817200-115294903689658521?l=hapzster.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hapzster.blogspot.com/feeds/115294903689658521/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30817200&amp;postID=115294903689658521&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30817200/posts/default/115294903689658521'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30817200/posts/default/115294903689658521'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hapzster.blogspot.com/2006/07/getting-there.html' title='Getting There'/><author><name>HaPi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08361868329125408453</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_0hUUK0hPjVU/R1Ai6JvE7QI/AAAAAAAAAAM/00J_ZECJlX4/S220/IMG_6519.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30817200.post-115288436019854610</id><published>2006-07-14T05:48:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-14T07:40:48.920-07:00</updated><title type='text'>~Just Like Old Times~</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;embed src="http://apps.rockyou.com/rockyou.swf?instanceid=32382242" quality="high" width="320" height="240" wmode="transparent" name="rockyou" align="middle" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" pluginspage="http://www.macromedia.com/go/getflashplayer"/&gt; &lt;div style="CLEAR: both; PADDING-BOTTOM: 0.25em"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#993399;"&gt;I remembered yesterday today....felt the same feeling. It happened at work when Jelo and Jhevy, two of my former classmates (and co-members of ABK sorority), appeared as applicants for the same job i have. It was great--seeing those two again after two long months of adjusting to new people. Their arrival wasn't a surprise though. Actually, I was the one who referred them to the job and it was I who handed their resumes over to the HR department. But I was glad to know they actually made it to the second interview and will be informed in two weeks or so when they'll begin the training. Hope it means we'll be officemates! Yey! Hehe...Anyway, spending a few moments with them felt just like old times. Heard that term of endearment "bebi" again--after missing if for a while. And of course, we couldn't let the moment pass without doing the thing we do best--TAKING PICTURES IN FRONT OF THE BATHROOM MIRROR.-- haha... **SIGH**miss those days.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30817200-115288436019854610?l=hapzster.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hapzster.blogspot.com/feeds/115288436019854610/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30817200&amp;postID=115288436019854610&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30817200/posts/default/115288436019854610'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30817200/posts/default/115288436019854610'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hapzster.blogspot.com/2006/07/just-like-old-times_14.html' title='~Just Like Old Times~'/><author><name>HaPi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08361868329125408453</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_0hUUK0hPjVU/R1Ai6JvE7QI/AAAAAAAAAAM/00J_ZECJlX4/S220/IMG_6519.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30817200.post-115279827344210893</id><published>2006-07-13T06:08:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-13T06:44:33.453-07:00</updated><title type='text'>**Random Thoughts**</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#993399;"&gt;How do I write an interesting blog about an ordinary day? Make fun of people? haha...Work was kinda boring. Blame the weather.  Because of the rain, classes were suspended; because classes were suspended, people stayed at home; because people stayed at home, no one ate out; because no one ate out, the fastfood soda fountains werent' overused; because the fountains weren't over used, they didn't break down; because they didn't break down, the fastfood people didn't call SMC customer care for Coke repar; because they didn't call, I had a boring day. So there. Hehe. Kinda reminds me of the nursery rhyme we used to sing: "there's an egg in the nest and the nest in the branch, adn the branch in the tree, and the tree on the root and a root..." &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#993399;"&gt;Anyway, Mr. Robin was at it again. He's one of our two team leaders at the call center. People in the office call him that because he's a really um...close to Batman (our boss). Folks think he's "boss's pet".  He's a pretty loud, obnoxious guy who swears ever so loudly flirts around with the girls. I wouldn't mind so much about his behavior if we didn't have one thing in common--we're both PKs. It's really drastic. But I hope people would be able to see the difference in our lives. I really pray that God would use me as the salt and light in the new world He has placed me in.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#993399;"&gt; Well...Mr. Robin was noisy again today (although he scolds others who are). He was laughing SO loudly. I heard a new employee mutter: "practice what you preach". Ouch. It's disturbing when someone takes the name of Christ down with him when he calls himself a "Christian" but doesn't really show it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#993399;"&gt;The reminds me of the illustration my dad used in church one day. He mentioned that when Alexander the Great was in the middle of a conquest, he noticed a young soldier slacking behind. He approached him and asked his name.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#993399;"&gt;"My name is Alexander." the young soldier replied.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#993399;"&gt;The great warrior was alarmed. "Young man," he said, "either you &lt;strong&gt;change your name, or you change your attitude&lt;/strong&gt;!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#993399;"&gt;It's the same with Christians. The term bears Christ's name...if we don't act as Christians, either we change what we're called or change our attitudes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30817200-115279827344210893?l=hapzster.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hapzster.blogspot.com/feeds/115279827344210893/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30817200&amp;postID=115279827344210893&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30817200/posts/default/115279827344210893'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30817200/posts/default/115279827344210893'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hapzster.blogspot.com/2006/07/random-thoughts_13.html' title='**Random Thoughts**'/><author><name>HaPi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08361868329125408453</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_0hUUK0hPjVU/R1Ai6JvE7QI/AAAAAAAAAAM/00J_ZECJlX4/S220/IMG_6519.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30817200.post-115254368748138331</id><published>2006-07-10T07:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-10T08:01:27.490-07:00</updated><title type='text'>GRRR....</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3649/3312/1600/DesignerGirl_2B_ezr.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3649/3312/200/DesignerGirl_2B_ezr.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#993399;"&gt;This girl is probably the farthest thing I'll every look like while designing my blogpage. She looks like she knows what she's doing...Me? I can never get the hang of HTML...but I guess I'll die trying! Can someone please help me? Oh...I forgot...I never told anyone I have a blogger account. I've had 0 visits so far. Hurray for me. So much for being a successful blogger. HTML and CSS codes still give me a headache. Sometimes I think I get the hang of it, but when I click the preview mode, I always end up shaking my head, knowing that I'd just wasted a precious hour trying to do something I can't do. But to be honest, I think it's not that I &lt;em&gt;can't &lt;/em&gt;do it. It's more like I &lt;em&gt;lack time.&lt;/em&gt;Good excuse? I get home from work late so I can't really do much about my blogs. I try though...Oh well...Hmph. It's late. I gotta turn it. Try again tomorrow....at least I'm learning a bit each day. I bet that 50 years from now, I'll have the&lt;strong&gt; &lt;u&gt;best blogsite&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; in cyberspace. Hehe...Make that a goal.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30817200-115254368748138331?l=hapzster.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hapzster.blogspot.com/feeds/115254368748138331/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30817200&amp;postID=115254368748138331&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30817200/posts/default/115254368748138331'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30817200/posts/default/115254368748138331'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hapzster.blogspot.com/2006/07/grrr.html' title='GRRR....'/><author><name>HaPi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08361868329125408453</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_0hUUK0hPjVU/R1Ai6JvE7QI/AAAAAAAAAAM/00J_ZECJlX4/S220/IMG_6519.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30817200.post-115233257908492303</id><published>2006-07-07T21:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-07T21:22:59.093-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Another Attempt</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3649/3312/1600/100_0366.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 73px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 119px" height="114" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3649/3312/200/100_0366.jpg" width="122" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Well...yeah..so here I am again, attempting to start another blog site, which i'll forget about eventually. Blogging is actually becoming my hobby but it's kinda seasonal. There are times I love blogging, times when I can't think of a word to write..times when it seems as if one day isn't enough to write down everything I want to write. Talk about being temperamental. Haha. Anyway, I'm really looking forward to adding more blogs to this site. But before that, let me end this one first and try to figure out HTML. Blog sites are so boring unless you know how to edit it with HTML—something I can’t really figure out. Grrr… Oh well. Later.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30817200-115233257908492303?l=hapzster.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hapzster.blogspot.com/feeds/115233257908492303/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30817200&amp;postID=115233257908492303&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30817200/posts/default/115233257908492303'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30817200/posts/default/115233257908492303'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hapzster.blogspot.com/2006/07/another-attempt.html' title='Another Attempt'/><author><name>HaPi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08361868329125408453</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_0hUUK0hPjVU/R1Ai6JvE7QI/AAAAAAAAAAM/00J_ZECJlX4/S220/IMG_6519.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
