<?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-4828162817089650185</id><updated>2012-02-25T20:16:48.747-08:00</updated><title type='text'>thoughts of a baby princess</title><subtitle type='html'>..just happy thoughts :)</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://villaprincesa.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4828162817089650185/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://villaprincesa.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4828162817089650185/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Rina Rubia</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/101029602997927178981</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh3.googleusercontent.com/-zEpX_3BfHEk/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAA10/xHWPXIb5Dac/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>133</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4828162817089650185.post-3635335919909114816</id><published>2012-02-18T23:56:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-02-18T23:59:50.152-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Looks like we made it :)</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Li7T9-2rrMk/T0CqMUhLILI/AAAAAAAAA6E/zaU6LgYoB6I/s1600/z.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Li7T9-2rrMk/T0CqMUhLILI/AAAAAAAAA6E/zaU6LgYoB6I/s320/z.jpg" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: white; color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 18px; text-align: left;"&gt;♥ This photo was taken last enrollment&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: white; color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 18px; text-align: left;"&gt;♥&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: white; color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 18px; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I can still remember those times when we try so hard to betogether without being caught; how we make so many alibis when they started tosense something between us; how we struggle to hide the envy we feel when theytease us with others; how we strive to keep the relationship strong even if we’rerunning out of means; how we try to live as a normal couple despite theforbidden rule; and how we love each other faithfully amidst these seemingly tiringsituations.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;To go through these all was not easy, though. Remember the momentthey finally caught us, being together? All of them we’re just, “what?! Arethey serious?”, “They’ll never make it to fourth year, I bet”, “Oh, they won’tlast long. They’ll just regret.”&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;These we’re painful, but are already expected, anyway. Buthey! Look at us now, we did it! Yes. We just did it… together. We proved themwrong! I’m glad we didn’t listen to them. And now that the school year has cometo an end, I’m proud to show them that here we are, still happy in love &lt;span style="font-family: Wingdings;"&gt;J&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Wingdings;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://i480.photobucket.com/albums/rr168/THYdowagers/THYdowagers2/heart.gif" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Looks like we made it, yea?&amp;nbsp;&lt;span style="background-color: white; color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 18px; text-align: left;"&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/4828162817089650185-3635335919909114816?l=villaprincesa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://villaprincesa.blogspot.com/feeds/3635335919909114816/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4828162817089650185&amp;postID=3635335919909114816&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4828162817089650185/posts/default/3635335919909114816'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4828162817089650185/posts/default/3635335919909114816'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://villaprincesa.blogspot.com/2012/02/looks-like-we-made-it.html' title='Looks like we made it :)'/><author><name>Rina Rubia</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/101029602997927178981</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh3.googleusercontent.com/-zEpX_3BfHEk/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAA10/xHWPXIb5Dac/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Li7T9-2rrMk/T0CqMUhLILI/AAAAAAAAA6E/zaU6LgYoB6I/s72-c/z.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4828162817089650185.post-8920897460259436911</id><published>2012-01-29T05:19:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-01-29T05:19:36.557-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Thalatta escapade</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Yes. T'was a total escapade. Majority of us didn't ask permission from our parents.haha Ren and I, planned it last week and my friends wanted to come along. So it's a double fun! :))&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Thalatta, name of the resort means "the mother of the sea", it's a greek term actually. The owner is a French man, so as with the manager. (I got these facts actually from the manager) He was really welcoming and kind. Yes, cause he's hospitable enough to give us light during our pictorial at the place, and kind because he didnt'&amp;nbsp;hesitate in giving&amp;nbsp;us a lift from Zamboanguita to Bacong. (cause he's heading that way)&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I love the ambiance. The water in the pool is actually sea water. Yes! When we first got into the water, it's beside the falls thingy, we tasted sour water. We thought it's our lip gloss, until one of the personnel who's trimming the grass beside told us that it's really sea water.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Come and take a look at our pictures :)))&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-3gsfDGI-ElE/TyVCjcPuY2I/AAAAAAAAA5E/kWHiMcumb9M/s1600/100_4367.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="213" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-3gsfDGI-ElE/TyVCjcPuY2I/AAAAAAAAA5E/kWHiMcumb9M/s320/100_4367.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;Thalatta Beach resort ;) Front view.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-A9mOcYKepMo/TyVCrSECpNI/AAAAAAAAA5M/V6APWx69mRQ/s1600/100_4374.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="213" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-A9mOcYKepMo/TyVCrSECpNI/AAAAAAAAA5M/V6APWx69mRQ/s320/100_4374.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;Sa pool. Craving much sa poooool!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/--NEb5TCSJOY/TyVCuhY-HnI/AAAAAAAAA5U/rK11Prj1IJI/s1600/104_0898.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/--NEb5TCSJOY/TyVCuhY-HnI/AAAAAAAAA5U/rK11Prj1IJI/s320/104_0898.JPG" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;Ang tres marias ;)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-plovlft65kY/TyVC7XLoalI/AAAAAAAAA5c/FZJytBI4Yao/s1600/IMG_0047.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-plovlft65kY/TyVC7XLoalI/AAAAAAAAA5c/FZJytBI4Yao/s320/IMG_0047.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;The Narci group. Go sa timer! :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Iye20dZzz54/TyVDND_aC3I/AAAAAAAAA5k/xcIrkEq7cqo/s1600/IMG_0092.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Iye20dZzz54/TyVDND_aC3I/AAAAAAAAA5k/xcIrkEq7cqo/s320/IMG_0092.JPG" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;Nagsa-sun bathing daw kunware :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-1pf4PHlrh-4/TyVDcGr9KuI/AAAAAAAAA5s/_n-RyTMJrJ8/s1600/IMG_0172.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-1pf4PHlrh-4/TyVDcGr9KuI/AAAAAAAAA5s/_n-RyTMJrJ8/s320/IMG_0172.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;The Narci group :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-8PwrZJYCL68/TyVDqHTm1II/AAAAAAAAA50/vz3qq5tTEtY/s1600/IMG_0174.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-8PwrZJYCL68/TyVDqHTm1II/AAAAAAAAA50/vz3qq5tTEtY/s320/IMG_0174.JPG" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;Wew! Fresh air talaga :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-uTSnXwd2mS4/TyVD26rJeaI/AAAAAAAAA58/qR5Q9SPizhk/s1600/IMG_0196.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-uTSnXwd2mS4/TyVD26rJeaI/AAAAAAAAA58/qR5Q9SPizhk/s320/IMG_0196.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;At the entrance&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://i480.photobucket.com/albums/rr168/THYdowagers/THYdowagers2/heart.gif" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;That's all folks! :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4828162817089650185-8920897460259436911?l=villaprincesa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://villaprincesa.blogspot.com/feeds/8920897460259436911/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4828162817089650185&amp;postID=8920897460259436911&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4828162817089650185/posts/default/8920897460259436911'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4828162817089650185/posts/default/8920897460259436911'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://villaprincesa.blogspot.com/2012/01/thalatta-escapade.html' title='Thalatta escapade'/><author><name>Rina Rubia</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/101029602997927178981</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh3.googleusercontent.com/-zEpX_3BfHEk/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAA10/xHWPXIb5Dac/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-3gsfDGI-ElE/TyVCjcPuY2I/AAAAAAAAA5E/kWHiMcumb9M/s72-c/100_4367.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4828162817089650185.post-8700872308818314123</id><published>2012-01-28T01:12:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-01-29T03:23:10.924-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Puff the Magic Dragon</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-fMy89W5-TvE/TyO7VT37eHI/AAAAAAAAA48/V3CYJxgRC6Y/s1600/a.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-fMy89W5-TvE/TyO7VT37eHI/AAAAAAAAA48/V3CYJxgRC6Y/s320/a.jpg" width="266" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;We've had a Korean Potluck Party just last Wednesday wherein we, the tutors enjoyed our last moment with super-cute tutees. As promised, I should've uploaded the pictures, perhaps written a post about it. But due to time constraints, I really wasn't able to do it on time. The very reason why I'm writing this post just now :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;On Wednesday, my thesis group also planned to have our system checked. So that was a total contrast. It's already 3 p.m and my group mates my were texting me asking if where I was. As I plan to get up from my chair, I could picture out Denny (my tutee) performing alone with the speech we together made. That &amp;nbsp;made me sad, and eventually kept me intact in my seat. I found myself staring at the imaginary stopped-clock while waiting for Denny's turn.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Soon enough, Denny was called. I neared him in case he forgets some lines. I cheered him up and told him he can do it, plus give it some feelings :) And he didn't&amp;nbsp;disappoint&amp;nbsp;me. He mastered his speech in front of all. He ended it by looking at me with a smile. He was very good for me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;It's 4 p.m. I went out to meet my group mates. But they said that our teacher wasn't there anymore. I blamed myself for that cause, and not wanting to go back to the party. But then I realized we can still have it checked by tomorrow. Denny is waiting for me. I know because his present was still in my bag :D I went back in a hurry. And just as when I get off from the pedicab, he's&amp;nbsp;already&amp;nbsp;there watching me. He came to me and handed me 2 pieces of Tarsier stuff (his pasalubong supposedly during&amp;nbsp;their&amp;nbsp;vacation in Bohol) That was sweet. Anyways, Ren, my co-tutor gave him my gift already when I left the place. He said Denny is looking since the start of the exchanging gifts. Poor Denny.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;There were games. And I was fond of watching Denny playing each games, actively. And every time his team wins, he would give me the prizes he received. Pero locker lang pala ako. But that's cute. There were foods. We enjoyed both Filipino and Korean foods. While I wan on my half-way eating the foods on my plate, Denny came to me crying.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;"What's wrong?"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;"Nothing. Can I have my Neji and Gaara, teacher?"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;"Why are you crying? Tell me," I hold his hand to sit beside me. He sat beside me crying four times!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;"What's wrong? Did you friend bullied you?" and I gave him the characters he wanted.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;"No teacher." Still crying, and walked away.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;The other Korean boy named John told me the reason. Denny will miss me. Denny is crying because he cannot see me anymore. Owh. My heart melted that very instant. I never though he would cry for a so maldita, so strict and so kuripot tutor like me :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I went upstairs and see him there, lying while crying. I'm not used to see him that way. During tutorial sessions, we would tease each other. He would tell me I'm so bad for giving him so many test items. He would sometimes complain. He's very cute and bubbly when he does those. I came to him and console him.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;"Denny, I'm here. Why are you crying," tapping his back. "Tell me, Denny.&amp;nbsp;Please?" He's still sobbing..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;"Okay. Will you miss teacher?" He fix his eye glass and look at me, still sobbing but this time, trying to wipe the tears that's blocking his sight. "Yes.."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;"You don't want to go home yet?"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;"Yes.."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;"You want to see me again?"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;"Yes.."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;"Okay here's the deal. I will come back in June and you, too. Alright?"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;"..But my father and my mother don't want me to come back in June.." and dumped his head off again onto the cushion and cry.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;"Okay. I will go to Korea to see you then. Is that what you want?"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;He lifted his head and said, "Yes.."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I gave him ahug.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;He asked for my number and say he will contact me. I, on the other hand promised to meet him at the Robinson's Place for the last time on Sunday. Yes. I will really do that for you. Your so sweet.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;All the other teachers were touched with the scenario. When were about to leave, he went out from his room and said goodbye to me for the last time. Still crying. I hugged him again and remind him of my promise on Sunday. I asked his friends to play with him every time so he won't cry. I hugged him again, and finally bid goodbye. "See you on Sunday Denny! Bye!"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;"Bye teacher..." waving his hand and sobbing. "Bye...!"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: xx-small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Oh, by the way, my post title was actually a song, sung by one of the Korean boy named Kevin. He sang very well and I really liked the song :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4828162817089650185-8700872308818314123?l=villaprincesa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://villaprincesa.blogspot.com/feeds/8700872308818314123/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4828162817089650185&amp;postID=8700872308818314123&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4828162817089650185/posts/default/8700872308818314123'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4828162817089650185/posts/default/8700872308818314123'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://villaprincesa.blogspot.com/2012/01/pop-magic-dragon.html' title='Puff the Magic Dragon'/><author><name>Rina Rubia</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/101029602997927178981</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh3.googleusercontent.com/-zEpX_3BfHEk/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAA10/xHWPXIb5Dac/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-fMy89W5-TvE/TyO7VT37eHI/AAAAAAAAA48/V3CYJxgRC6Y/s72-c/a.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4828162817089650185.post-2500395356117081206</id><published>2012-01-06T05:43:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-01-06T05:44:16.191-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Random Thoughts 2</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-o2K0d_PN08g/Twb6WkmM59I/AAAAAAAAA4o/2tA7NbIYWL8/s1600/deep-thoughts-in-the-library.gif" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="279" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-o2K0d_PN08g/Twb6WkmM59I/AAAAAAAAA4o/2tA7NbIYWL8/s320/deep-thoughts-in-the-library.gif" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Yes! It's January 2012. And am still not done with my thesis. :/ Gotta finish it early so I can be sure to graduate. So please help us God :/&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;We planned to take it seriously now. Cause after midterm will be the deployment.huhu Hellpp! Worse, our teacher will check the partial tomorrow morning :/&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://i480.photobucket.com/albums/rr168/THYdowagers/THYdowagers2/heart.gif" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Today is the deadline for our third assignment in one of my major subjects. Finally, am done with it. Just now! :) I just hope my teacher wouldn't mark my assignment late :/&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://i480.photobucket.com/albums/rr168/THYdowagers/THYdowagers2/heart.gif" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Today I bought my desired wallet. Yee! I really waited for it to be in it's discounted price and yes! It happened perfectly tonight :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://i480.photobucket.com/albums/rr168/THYdowagers/THYdowagers2/heart.gif" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;That would be all for now. Can't say anything more. Maybe tomorrow. Haha. Super random lang talaga. PEACE! &amp;gt;.&amp;lt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4828162817089650185-2500395356117081206?l=villaprincesa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://villaprincesa.blogspot.com/feeds/2500395356117081206/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4828162817089650185&amp;postID=2500395356117081206&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4828162817089650185/posts/default/2500395356117081206'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4828162817089650185/posts/default/2500395356117081206'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://villaprincesa.blogspot.com/2012/01/random-thoughts-2.html' title='Random Thoughts 2'/><author><name>Rina Rubia</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/101029602997927178981</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh3.googleusercontent.com/-zEpX_3BfHEk/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAA10/xHWPXIb5Dac/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-o2K0d_PN08g/Twb6WkmM59I/AAAAAAAAA4o/2tA7NbIYWL8/s72-c/deep-thoughts-in-the-library.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4828162817089650185.post-7996680917633533251</id><published>2011-12-28T07:07:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-12-28T07:07:52.363-08:00</updated><title type='text'>It's CHRISTmas time ;)</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Yes, and though I'm a bit late already to posting this article, at least it's still holiday! :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;We had this very occasional opportunity to visit the most prominent house in the town of Dumaguete. It's called the Absin (it's the owner's family name) house, or popularly known as the "Christmas house"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;The house had been decorated early August. Yes, August. Cause there were definitely new gimmicks, and lots of renovations all over the place. The entire interior designs were stunningly gleaming, giving light almost to the whole place. It's really a nice place to visit, I must say.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Yea, my mom and I, together with Shane decided to stroll in the place early in the evening. My niece Shane was craving so much for the Christmas house to open and she couldn't just afford to slip the moment off :D and my mom? Well, I wanted to bring her in the Christmas house since we have the chance to, and mot especially of course, I always wanted to bring her to places she'd surely enjoy :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;So take a look at our captured moments for further details.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://i480.photobucket.com/albums/rr168/THYdowagers/THYdowagers2/heart.gif" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-5b6Wesc7WsU/TvsanZcVu4I/AAAAAAAAA2Y/9QsWLBRGAUk/s1600/104_0186.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-5b6Wesc7WsU/TvsanZcVu4I/AAAAAAAAA2Y/9QsWLBRGAUk/s320/104_0186.JPG" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;Shane with snow man :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-VDCvhNjvUZ4/TvsapuiUNEI/AAAAAAAAA2g/_IFWHkBqt-o/s1600/104_0192.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-VDCvhNjvUZ4/TvsapuiUNEI/AAAAAAAAA2g/_IFWHkBqt-o/s320/104_0192.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;Christmas tree. haha&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ugRL_TKgyTo/TvsasvXvzxI/AAAAAAAAA2o/VTMA9L63xRk/s1600/104_0200.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ugRL_TKgyTo/TvsasvXvzxI/AAAAAAAAA2o/VTMA9L63xRk/s320/104_0200.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Beside the living room, I think ;)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-FM1BS3z3d5o/TvsavF0LeKI/AAAAAAAAA2w/8fe7bn3Ez-k/s1600/104_0209.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-FM1BS3z3d5o/TvsavF0LeKI/AAAAAAAAA2w/8fe7bn3Ez-k/s320/104_0209.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;Shane playing piano ;)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-0eKpkv1DM6s/Tvsax5r8TiI/AAAAAAAAA24/k3mRtheymmg/s1600/104_0211.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-0eKpkv1DM6s/Tvsax5r8TiI/AAAAAAAAA24/k3mRtheymmg/s320/104_0211.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;Spot Shane if you can! haha. She's really beside my mom :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-T3LEkxZopBE/Tvsa0Rpe9WI/AAAAAAAAA3A/MELsGGieJFA/s1600/104_0213.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-T3LEkxZopBE/Tvsa0Rpe9WI/AAAAAAAAA3A/MELsGGieJFA/s320/104_0213.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;Me, playing piano (daw) haha&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-nl3XBMlFsYk/Tvsa3TPwAHI/AAAAAAAAA3I/jcwQqyYUCIw/s1600/104_0223.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-nl3XBMlFsYk/Tvsa3TPwAHI/AAAAAAAAA3I/jcwQqyYUCIw/s320/104_0223.JPG" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;It's behind the big Christmas tree at the living room :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-DL_leEoyCtE/Tvsa6Jvyz2I/AAAAAAAAA3Q/O1EU2byEq1M/s1600/104_0228.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-DL_leEoyCtE/Tvsa6Jvyz2I/AAAAAAAAA3Q/O1EU2byEq1M/s320/104_0228.JPG" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;At the veranda. Yes, it's so purple :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-LGvpNL1p88k/Tvsa8kL80zI/AAAAAAAAA3Y/htUZC22N_o4/s1600/104_0263.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-LGvpNL1p88k/Tvsa8kL80zI/AAAAAAAAA3Y/htUZC22N_o4/s320/104_0263.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;I really don't know where this is. All I know is it's&amp;nbsp;after&amp;nbsp;the living room :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/--DZ--2NzvHc/Tvsa_qOp0sI/AAAAAAAAA3g/aJZuNl32K64/s1600/104_0274.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/--DZ--2NzvHc/Tvsa_qOp0sI/AAAAAAAAA3g/aJZuNl32K64/s320/104_0274.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;Mama, with her bountiful basket of fruits :) with wings of an angel? :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-z2lW2eMnzVw/TvsbCMmwFOI/AAAAAAAAA3o/EHcyKZfoClw/s1600/104_0277.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-z2lW2eMnzVw/TvsbCMmwFOI/AAAAAAAAA3o/EHcyKZfoClw/s320/104_0277.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;Haha. Shane's really making fun of that man's incomplete body-statue :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-2r1PgrQ7oJk/TvsbFLwFJkI/AAAAAAAAA3w/iAFP-CekLbI/s1600/104_0284.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-2r1PgrQ7oJk/TvsbFLwFJkI/AAAAAAAAA3w/iAFP-CekLbI/s320/104_0284.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;In the comfort room. haha. They also made it colorful and Shane can't help to take a seat :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-_AG1hkpc6-I/TvsbHpVBSBI/AAAAAAAAA34/R2EitPTzz8w/s1600/104_0285.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-_AG1hkpc6-I/TvsbHpVBSBI/AAAAAAAAA34/R2EitPTzz8w/s320/104_0285.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;In the comfort room again. In front the mirror. It's really fascinating :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-VvIT5r8mY8g/TvsbKukrYSI/AAAAAAAAA4A/KQ9fJbmuvpQ/s1600/104_0290.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-VvIT5r8mY8g/TvsbKukrYSI/AAAAAAAAA4A/KQ9fJbmuvpQ/s320/104_0290.JPG" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;At the grand living room. I was really amazed with the setting. It's really elegant and all were shimmering like real golds :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ftfHckmFwbU/TvsbOZJV46I/AAAAAAAAA4I/SkVAbSfyljk/s1600/104_0304.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ftfHckmFwbU/TvsbOZJV46I/AAAAAAAAA4I/SkVAbSfyljk/s320/104_0304.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;My time with Shane. Still at the grand living room :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-5rJjpDT3KvI/TvsbRCYxbFI/AAAAAAAAA4Q/e0X1lLAwBGI/s1600/104_0314.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-5rJjpDT3KvI/TvsbRCYxbFI/AAAAAAAAA4Q/e0X1lLAwBGI/s320/104_0314.JPG" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;Me beneath the mistletoe. Aw? haha. The huge purple Christmas tree :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-FFE7bNhWnCk/TvsbUbjwLlI/AAAAAAAAA4Y/gj0rKXsh6Vc/s1600/104_0322.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-FFE7bNhWnCk/TvsbUbjwLlI/AAAAAAAAA4Y/gj0rKXsh6Vc/s320/104_0322.JPG" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;Mama and Shane with Santa. Where's your gifts? :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-3G7yJ3_9HtQ/TvsbXHt3XbI/AAAAAAAAA4g/k5nLhUukck4/s1600/104_0343.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-3G7yJ3_9HtQ/TvsbXHt3XbI/AAAAAAAAA4g/k5nLhUukck4/s320/104_0343.JPG" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Shane at her all-time favorite princess castle ;)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://i480.photobucket.com/albums/rr168/THYdowagers/THYdowagers2/heart.gif" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;We had so much fun. Until next Christmas! Looking forward for their more exciting and precious exhibits next year :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: xx-small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: xx-small;"&gt;***&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: yellow; font-size: xx-small;"&gt;You can visit my Facebook account for more photos of the Christmas house :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4828162817089650185-7996680917633533251?l=villaprincesa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://villaprincesa.blogspot.com/feeds/7996680917633533251/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4828162817089650185&amp;postID=7996680917633533251&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4828162817089650185/posts/default/7996680917633533251'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4828162817089650185/posts/default/7996680917633533251'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://villaprincesa.blogspot.com/2011/12/its-christmas-time.html' title='It&apos;s CHRISTmas time ;)'/><author><name>Rina Rubia</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/101029602997927178981</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh3.googleusercontent.com/-zEpX_3BfHEk/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAA10/xHWPXIb5Dac/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i480.photobucket.com/albums/rr168/THYdowagers/THYdowagers2/th_heart.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4828162817089650185.post-2461658035095426111</id><published>2011-12-19T16:32:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-12-19T16:32:47.046-08:00</updated><title type='text'>How to surprise your guy :)</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;This might be late, but not so very late, post of mine for his birthday. Well, aside from the busy schedule, I also had tasks to be done even during his birthday. So I was in between hours preparing for my surprise, though it isn't a surprise because the idea really came from him.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;We had this casual talk few weeks before his birthday on how to surprise guys. And so he shared his ideas, what can surprise him the most. And I apparently applied what I learned from him, last December 15, 2011, and of course, without his knowing :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Last Thursday &amp;nbsp;morning, I really opted not to be with him, though he's asking me out even for a while, since that was the only time I can buy stuffs I needed for his birthday. Since in the afternoon until 6 pm I had my tutorial session.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I booked a reservation for the two of us at Gabby's bistro. A one of a kind restaurant in the town. It's in Florentina homes actually. I went there after my tutorial and prepared the table, with purple balloons and a cherry cake. I also ordered the tastiest meal we would like and share.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;At 7 p.m., we finally see each other. I greeted him with a big smile. That instant he had the clue already if what's gonna happen that very night.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;He asked me where do I wanna eat and I said Gabby's! :) *Yea, you get it. C'mon now* :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;That's how it ends. The surprise was long been spoiled :D Kindly take a look at our sweet-captured moments na lang :))&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://i480.photobucket.com/albums/rr168/THYdowagers/THYdowagers2/heart.gif" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-WH4FoYHQGhI/Tu_Ur8srw9I/AAAAAAAAAz0/6hSGwjpPwQI/s1600/104_0021.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-WH4FoYHQGhI/Tu_Ur8srw9I/AAAAAAAAAz0/6hSGwjpPwQI/s320/104_0021.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;Haha. May tinatago ata?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-kNpBVfnmOZM/Tu_UuUti93I/AAAAAAAAAz8/7vS45xL-qbU/s1600/104_0040.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-kNpBVfnmOZM/Tu_UuUti93I/AAAAAAAAAz8/7vS45xL-qbU/s320/104_0040.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;Us, need I say more? ^_^&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-K0zfcMKA4Js/Tu_UxWKSRbI/AAAAAAAAA0A/DMinjxmsrYs/s1600/104_0058.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-K0zfcMKA4Js/Tu_UxWKSRbI/AAAAAAAAA0A/DMinjxmsrYs/s320/104_0058.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;O, bat ka sad? sakeet ng ipin? hihi&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-YcdU7Is759M/Tu_U0B-Pw5I/AAAAAAAAA0Q/DOMGzbc-ov4/s1600/104_0070.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-YcdU7Is759M/Tu_U0B-Pw5I/AAAAAAAAA0Q/DOMGzbc-ov4/s320/104_0070.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;Haha. Craving for the cake? Later, after your meal :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-9yhaAMIGNzE/Tu_U20GDZ9I/AAAAAAAAA0Y/151sO6_VAXE/s1600/104_0091.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-9yhaAMIGNzE/Tu_U20GDZ9I/AAAAAAAAA0Y/151sO6_VAXE/s320/104_0091.JPG" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;Na read mu naba yun card? dessert yan. Ice cream.hehe&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-oHsHeHsCK7A/Tu_U5a6cWjI/AAAAAAAAA0g/GADWPNunhZM/s1600/104_0103.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-oHsHeHsCK7A/Tu_U5a6cWjI/AAAAAAAAA0g/GADWPNunhZM/s320/104_0103.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;Us ulet, baboy sydrome. Halos mapahiga na matapos kumain :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/--Bm4inPdjWE/Tu_U8AMr_QI/AAAAAAAAA0o/468k1gAVzpQ/s1600/104_0108.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/--Bm4inPdjWE/Tu_U8AMr_QI/AAAAAAAAA0o/468k1gAVzpQ/s320/104_0108.JPG" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;Naks! haha. Actually, we really love the outside. It's like outside the country kase ^_^&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-gz5FW4nny4g/Tu_U-8OgpvI/AAAAAAAAA0s/R5PXyxHYQNk/s1600/104_0115.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-gz5FW4nny4g/Tu_U-8OgpvI/AAAAAAAAA0s/R5PXyxHYQNk/s320/104_0115.JPG" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Oh, ako naman :)))&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://i480.photobucket.com/albums/rr168/THYdowagers/THYdowagers2/heart.gif" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;That ends our day. Happy 21st birthday to you again :) I love you! :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4828162817089650185-2461658035095426111?l=villaprincesa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://villaprincesa.blogspot.com/feeds/2461658035095426111/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4828162817089650185&amp;postID=2461658035095426111&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4828162817089650185/posts/default/2461658035095426111'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4828162817089650185/posts/default/2461658035095426111'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://villaprincesa.blogspot.com/2011/12/how-to-surprise-your-guy.html' title='How to surprise your guy :)'/><author><name>Rina Rubia</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/101029602997927178981</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh3.googleusercontent.com/-zEpX_3BfHEk/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAA10/xHWPXIb5Dac/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i480.photobucket.com/albums/rr168/THYdowagers/THYdowagers2/th_heart.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4828162817089650185.post-6004357165373182592</id><published>2011-12-01T05:31:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2011-12-06T14:53:27.598-08:00</updated><title type='text'>December Madness</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-oCRHcMW8syU/Tt6c250jzTI/AAAAAAAAAzo/RAB7oxqLf14/s1600/a.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="241" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-oCRHcMW8syU/Tt6c250jzTI/AAAAAAAAAzo/RAB7oxqLf14/s320/a.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Today is the first day of December. A month of the year that most people look forward to. We thought of joyful stuffs that would suffice our yuletide season.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;I just wanted to be the first (perhaps)to greet everyone a cheerful holiday moments ahead-might it be with family, friends, special someone and with important ones.. Maybe also to those who will be spending the year-ender alone.Well, there are actually things about december that I'm eyeing for.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;First is ren's 21st. Yes. He'll be celebrating his birthday with me.haha and he can't do anything to change that of course :DNext is TN Christmas party. Yea, we've been very busy with the founder's week and even with the weekly pub works. Definitely, the christmas break would give us another refreshing moment together :)&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;Next will be the 25th day of December. Yippee! That means fun and LOVE with my family. The busy scheds and all, made me not able to go hometown during consecutive weekends. Wooh! I thought that it bring inconvenience to me but it makes my eyes really droopy. Plus the english tutorial to Korean students (a part time job that I'm loving) and endless TN responsibilities-these all made me busier than I could ever imagine. But a part of me loves it anyway :)&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;***I miss my family so much. Good thing we see each other when they drop here at dumaguete and when they go to the site for visit :) These, and a more exciting stuffs to come will surely make my December a month full of love, love, love :)&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;***thanks Papa Jesus for all the blessings. Please continue to guide me, us in everything we do.. We LOVE you so much! Advance happy birthday po :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;img border="0" src="http://i480.photobucket.com/albums/rr168/THYdowagers/THYdowagers2/heart.gif" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4828162817089650185-6004357165373182592?l=villaprincesa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://villaprincesa.blogspot.com/feeds/6004357165373182592/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4828162817089650185&amp;postID=6004357165373182592&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4828162817089650185/posts/default/6004357165373182592'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4828162817089650185/posts/default/6004357165373182592'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://villaprincesa.blogspot.com/2011/12/december-madness.html' title='December Madness'/><author><name>Rina Rubia</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/101029602997927178981</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh3.googleusercontent.com/-zEpX_3BfHEk/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAA10/xHWPXIb5Dac/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-oCRHcMW8syU/Tt6c250jzTI/AAAAAAAAAzo/RAB7oxqLf14/s72-c/a.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4828162817089650185.post-6797140836761881296</id><published>2011-11-10T03:51:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-11-10T03:59:07.299-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The visitor</title><content type='html'>&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-dZg96enozII/Tru4d151PZI/AAAAAAAAAzM/o_moVXVP3vA/s1600/b.gif" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-dZg96enozII/Tru4d151PZI/AAAAAAAAAzM/o_moVXVP3vA/s320/b.gif" width="179" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Wait, had he wore like this when he entered the campus? :))&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Today I stowed the TN office among the other members who opted to stay as well in that room. Some have articles to encode, some have drawings to scan, some have pictures to save to folders, and some have other pertinent matters to do in there. While some, winked their vacant time to get some conditioned air, free internet while some rested on the noisy bamboo chairs for a little while.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;We're busy performing these busy schemes, when someone knocked the door three times. We looked at the door and then exchanged glances with one another. No one dared to near the door and open it. Until it opens by&amp;nbsp;itself. A &amp;nbsp;tall&amp;nbsp;English&amp;nbsp;guy&amp;nbsp;wearing&amp;nbsp;casual was behind it. He greeted us though he forgot to introduce himself, and directly introduced the topic on his hands.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;In Design. He asked us if who among us has the knowledge about that Adobe application. &lt;i&gt;"What about it Sir?"&lt;/i&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;"I wanna have a partnership with you."&lt;/i&gt; Sounds interesting, I said to myself.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;He continued he wanted to work with those who has the knowledge of In Design because he related it's the key factor that will change the fate of his online career. &lt;i&gt;Naks!&lt;/i&gt; He wanted to hire those who can help him, give them assignments to do, and promise to pay them a good amount after completion.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;The designs he'll be assigning will then be sent to the web programmer. He will only work for design that's done only through In Design which will be the actual interface that will appear on the screen. It's somewhat like a screenshot, that will later be coded by the programmer for functionality. With this, he believed that a great number of people can share profit and opportunities. While the work will be divided well cause more heads are better than one. And the quality of the product will be met even at the early period of time.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;So I let the InfoTech students write their name on the piece of paper the guy handed me, which includes Name, phone number and e-mail address -- where will serve our meeting places. Isn't that great? No matter where and how this will take me, at least I won't regret. Cause I've given the 'sudden visit' a try ;)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://i480.photobucket.com/albums/rr168/THYdowagers/THYdowagers2/heart.gif" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I'm sleepy. Gotta research for my assignment and review notes for tomorrow's quiz before I finally close my eyes ;)) Byers!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4828162817089650185-6797140836761881296?l=villaprincesa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://villaprincesa.blogspot.com/feeds/6797140836761881296/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4828162817089650185&amp;postID=6797140836761881296&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4828162817089650185/posts/default/6797140836761881296'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4828162817089650185/posts/default/6797140836761881296'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://villaprincesa.blogspot.com/2011/11/visitor.html' title='The visitor'/><author><name>Rina Rubia</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/101029602997927178981</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh3.googleusercontent.com/-zEpX_3BfHEk/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAA10/xHWPXIb5Dac/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-dZg96enozII/Tru4d151PZI/AAAAAAAAAzM/o_moVXVP3vA/s72-c/b.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4828162817089650185.post-8539050879449673253</id><published>2011-11-08T23:02:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-11-08T23:07:26.333-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Gosh!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/--X__h8FrUxY/TrolWdgEw8I/AAAAAAAAAzE/HoCRwL9Ioy0/s1600/a.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/--X__h8FrUxY/TrolWdgEw8I/AAAAAAAAAzE/HoCRwL9Ioy0/s1600/a.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;As in Oh, my gosh!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Today, is the official first day of school for me. Well, yesterday was supposed to be, but I think some teachers prefer to move it a day later :) *Strike 1 to them*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Since I opted to have my everyday classes to start early (Yes, as early as 8 a.m.), then I might as well stand for it. I tried &amp;nbsp;to persist the habit of waking early 6 a.m. even when I'm still staying at Amlan during the sembreak, so I can able to get use to it and finally practice it during schooldays. Fortunately, I overcome those morrow&amp;nbsp;lethargy.Yipee!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;While walking for school this morning, I took my load slip from my wallet to see where will be my first room located. It was at&amp;nbsp;&lt;b&gt;AS 37&lt;/b&gt;&amp;nbsp;(fourth floor of the CTHM building). *Okay, a morning exercise*&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;The towering ladder up to the top building was really tiring. So exhausting that I shortened out of air. After a brief orientation, our teacher signaled a soon dismissal of the class. And Just as when she was about to end it, I took my&amp;nbsp;load slip again to check where I'm heading. At&amp;nbsp;&lt;b&gt;CAS 309&lt;/b&gt; (fourth floor of CAS building, few meters away from CTHM but I need to detour since the guards n duty won't allow us to go shortcut)&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;My Gosh! I'm not aware of this tight spot! And I'll be burning more than enough fats recommended for a day! This is just too bad.&amp;nbsp;I can't believe that the rooms for my two classes were far apart. During the encoding of subjects last&amp;nbsp;enrollment, I only looked at the schedules for me not to get lost. But I really didn't mean that even in rooms' selection there is conflict :/&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;The trudge I just did this morning was dramatically weakening. How much more when I do this kind of agony at least&lt;b&gt; 3 &lt;/b&gt;times a week? *Oh, no!*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;But I can't do anything to change it, can I? Editing of subjects is no more allowed by the registrar. I think what I needed to give a try this time is on how to be a determined rambler, that of with lightning effects. ^^, So that I won't get the chance of being late. No. That's a No-no for me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;AJA for my incessant classes EVERYDAY :)) And to you too fella :))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://i480.photobucket.com/albums/rr168/THYdowagers/THYdowagers2/heart.gif" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4828162817089650185-8539050879449673253?l=villaprincesa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://villaprincesa.blogspot.com/feeds/8539050879449673253/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4828162817089650185&amp;postID=8539050879449673253&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4828162817089650185/posts/default/8539050879449673253'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4828162817089650185/posts/default/8539050879449673253'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://villaprincesa.blogspot.com/2011/11/gosh.html' title='Gosh!'/><author><name>Rina Rubia</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/101029602997927178981</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh3.googleusercontent.com/-zEpX_3BfHEk/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAA10/xHWPXIb5Dac/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/--X__h8FrUxY/TrolWdgEw8I/AAAAAAAAAzE/HoCRwL9Ioy0/s72-c/a.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4828162817089650185.post-6878741134481391593</id><published>2011-11-07T05:15:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-11-07T05:15:43.749-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Laugh Trip</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-S2DiZ5bgiW4/TrfZuJBZeqI/AAAAAAAAAy8/MBheTHg_ZDQ/s1600/39806_132709503438181_100000973971427_146534_1214099_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="273" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-S2DiZ5bgiW4/TrfZuJBZeqI/AAAAAAAAAy8/MBheTHg_ZDQ/s400/39806_132709503438181_100000973971427_146534_1214099_n.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Haha. Posting this picture out. Eh kase naman. Tyming naman na pasukan na bukas. As in bukas na talaga. Eto, nag aadvocate. Try naten isukat mga uniform naten, baka lang naman makalusot diba? ^^,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Saka yung ibang bride nga e, excited mag fit ng gown nila bago pa yung kasal nila e, tas di naman badtrip yung kinalabasan. So hindi naman siguro masyadong nega pag tnry naten sa uniform diba? ^^,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Haha. Kidding. Ang gusto ko lang naman sabihin e, pasukan na naman bukas. Eto na naman tayo sa mga assignments na nagiging school works na, mga teacher na kung makapagbigay ng quizzes e, WAGAS! At yung mga teacher na kala mo, di na magtuturo bukas kung makapag lecture? Haynaku.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Happy second semester to all college students! :))) Keep the fire burning! Aja saten lahat! :)))&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://i480.photobucket.com/albums/rr168/THYdowagers/THYdowagers2/heart.gif" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4828162817089650185-6878741134481391593?l=villaprincesa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://villaprincesa.blogspot.com/feeds/6878741134481391593/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4828162817089650185&amp;postID=6878741134481391593&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4828162817089650185/posts/default/6878741134481391593'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4828162817089650185/posts/default/6878741134481391593'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://villaprincesa.blogspot.com/2011/11/laugh-trip.html' title='Laugh Trip'/><author><name>Rina Rubia</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/101029602997927178981</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh3.googleusercontent.com/-zEpX_3BfHEk/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAA10/xHWPXIb5Dac/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-S2DiZ5bgiW4/TrfZuJBZeqI/AAAAAAAAAy8/MBheTHg_ZDQ/s72-c/39806_132709503438181_100000973971427_146534_1214099_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4828162817089650185.post-2051373887704688279</id><published>2011-11-02T03:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-11-02T03:15:09.037-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Here we go again</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-2oNWTImPrdo/TrEWraBibdI/AAAAAAAAAxQ/mk41Ni9Y7i8/s1600/schoolBus_xlarge.jpeg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-2oNWTImPrdo/TrEWraBibdI/AAAAAAAAAxQ/mk41Ni9Y7i8/s320/schoolBus_xlarge.jpeg" width="302" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Though college students don't need to ride on a school bus to go to university like that of the image above, we're&amp;nbsp;still&amp;nbsp;related cause we're both heading for another daylong student activities.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Halloween's over. We've gone through 'trick or treat' stuffs already. We've uttered peaceful prayers to spirits or souls of our ceased loved ones during the holy hour. We've lighted pieces of candles lined outside the house in the early evening, cooked foods and offered at the Altar which somehow we believed would pleased the spirits. This have been, and will I think forever be part of Catholic tradition during all souls' day).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;So what's next? We're now heading to classes of the second semester. Although I knew that my first class starts at 8 in the morning, I wasn't able to prepare early for school cause of the weather. &lt;s&gt;Yeah, blame it to the weather.&lt;/s&gt; It's raining. Hard. And as usual, it made my morning a bit tedious. Plus of course, the thought of today is still a holiday. Yes, for some maybe. And I belong to them ^^,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;At 9, I decided to go to school. There is serene. All was quiet. As calm as the raindrops falling from the gloomy skies. And yea I should say. I should have agreed to my instincts earlier. That there are still quite numbers of students lining towards the cashier's office to pay their tuition fees. Some are yet to encode their subjects while some are busy photocopying the papers needed before they can proceed to encoding process. I even encountered some who are still to get their grades, or who has gotten their grades yet and who will yet start the entire enrollment process. I just can't believe it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I went to the office, get some conditioned air and sit for a while. Think for interesting stuffs to do. Opened the computer, browse. Nothing's in there. But I didn't stay long for I felt a bit ache inside my tummy. I'm hungry. I must go home. :))) Tomorrow again.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;BTW, I've copied some movies from the office. Gotta watch it here later with my brother and cousin.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://i480.photobucket.com/albums/rr168/THYdowagers/THYdowagers2/heart.gif" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4828162817089650185-2051373887704688279?l=villaprincesa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://villaprincesa.blogspot.com/feeds/2051373887704688279/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4828162817089650185&amp;postID=2051373887704688279&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4828162817089650185/posts/default/2051373887704688279'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4828162817089650185/posts/default/2051373887704688279'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://villaprincesa.blogspot.com/2011/11/here-we-go-again.html' title='Here we go again'/><author><name>Rina Rubia</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/101029602997927178981</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh3.googleusercontent.com/-zEpX_3BfHEk/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAA10/xHWPXIb5Dac/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-2oNWTImPrdo/TrEWraBibdI/AAAAAAAAAxQ/mk41Ni9Y7i8/s72-c/schoolBus_xlarge.jpeg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4828162817089650185.post-4908735688577560734</id><published>2011-10-25T15:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-10-25T15:15:49.615-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Early bird</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;... catches early worm.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I've been very busy yesterday, the second day of enrollment. Supposed to be, all senior students were done enrolling themselves last Monday. But due to that IR grade, our supposed-to-be-quick pace was halt. We cannot simply proceed to the enrollment process until our teacher has given our grades yet.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;We've been trying to ask for our college dean's sign but she's not allowing us. Lucky for some of my classmates who were there early before their office opens cause they were able to grab her sign. Now, she's giving us a hard time. We've been trying different gimmicks but they're of no use.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I hope, as I go to school today early, I'll be able to have a smooth flow, since our teacher promised us that he'll gonna give us our grades at 9 a.m.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;AJA to me!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://i480.photobucket.com/albums/rr168/THYdowagers/THYdowagers2/heart.gif" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4828162817089650185-4908735688577560734?l=villaprincesa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://villaprincesa.blogspot.com/feeds/4908735688577560734/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4828162817089650185&amp;postID=4908735688577560734&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4828162817089650185/posts/default/4908735688577560734'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4828162817089650185/posts/default/4908735688577560734'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://villaprincesa.blogspot.com/2011/10/early-bird.html' title='Early bird'/><author><name>Rina Rubia</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/101029602997927178981</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh3.googleusercontent.com/-zEpX_3BfHEk/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAA10/xHWPXIb5Dac/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i480.photobucket.com/albums/rr168/THYdowagers/THYdowagers2/th_heart.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4828162817089650185.post-7562640058863881535</id><published>2011-10-24T06:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-10-24T06:28:58.699-07:00</updated><title type='text'>weary and tired</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-0p-DQ5C0cck/TqVj8d1dDeI/AAAAAAAAAwQ/CX27QetYaEQ/s1600/pandafix.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="249" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-0p-DQ5C0cck/TqVj8d1dDeI/AAAAAAAAAwQ/CX27QetYaEQ/s320/pandafix.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Today is the start of the enrollment for the second semester. And as the usual, I wasn't able to savor at the best, my sembreak ever.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Anyways, last week while contemplating on what I must do to hasten my enrollment process, plus everything in it which include the additional subjects I need to load this sem, the uncertain availability of my behind subjects, and of course, the whole enrollment process itself, I've ended playing Mario games.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;On Monday, I planned to wake up early as possible, but my loins is aching and I just can't go on preparing for a busy day ahead. So it took me&amp;nbsp;couple&amp;nbsp;of hours to stipulate myself. It's 11 in the morning. He fetched me and we headed to school. The university vibes churned before us as we passed in front of the gate and parked the motorbike nearby. My throbbing lower abdomen worsen as I see long lines of students queuing in different pedestals. Poor them. But poorer oh thy self for soon I'm gonna join their dull pace.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;What we did was basic. We get our grade forms yet. Luckily, there were no streak at the Masscom room. Yee! And then I stared on my every grade. Impressive, yea. haha But at the bottom part, there I've spotted an IR grade (means the grades weren't passed yet to the Registrar's office from my teacher). This is a headache, I said to myself. Yes, for that indicates that I must first go through chasing my teacher to eventually proceed to the enrollment process. :/&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;We went to his office. Unfortunately, he wasn't there. He's not feeling well today, they said. Probably tomorrow he's fine to give us our grades. We detoured to Governor's office for his sign and next to the Librarian. That signing stuff alone consumed my one and a half hour. It's 12:30. That's why. I'm feeling terribly hungry. My glass of coffee paired with a piece of peanut butter bread this morning isn't enough to sustain me as much as I wanted. So we decided to take our lunch.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;And my hibernation came to an end. I took a deep breath *char* and walked to school which is only few meters away from our apartment, and proceed. I got my overload form and paid the various fees. And since our scholarship isn't approve yet, and the IR mark needs to be complied tomorrow still, then there's no way of course to spend my entire occasion to join those thousands of students lining in the Cashier's office to pay certain fees (I lacked NSF fund for scholars). I'm gonna leave it for tomorrow instead.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Tomorrow I know must be another varicose-gaining day. :)))&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://i480.photobucket.com/albums/rr168/THYdowagers/THYdowagers2/heart.gif" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Later after partial of everything, we got a little time (Ren and I) together. We thought of&amp;nbsp;deliciously fluffy crinkles and coco buns (our favorites) and dropped to the nearest Breadcamp branch to buy some :)) and since my throat is jagged and he's not feeling well too, we instead bought an iced tea drink than that of our usual Coke. And promised to take medicine when we got home.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Tomorrow again :)))&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4828162817089650185-7562640058863881535?l=villaprincesa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://villaprincesa.blogspot.com/feeds/7562640058863881535/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4828162817089650185&amp;postID=7562640058863881535&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4828162817089650185/posts/default/7562640058863881535'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4828162817089650185/posts/default/7562640058863881535'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://villaprincesa.blogspot.com/2011/10/weary-and-tired.html' title='weary and tired'/><author><name>Rina Rubia</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/101029602997927178981</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh3.googleusercontent.com/-zEpX_3BfHEk/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAA10/xHWPXIb5Dac/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-0p-DQ5C0cck/TqVj8d1dDeI/AAAAAAAAAwQ/CX27QetYaEQ/s72-c/pandafix.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4828162817089650185.post-2205301024009413432</id><published>2011-10-22T04:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-10-22T22:35:35.399-07:00</updated><title type='text'>QQQ...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-gvAYK1hKaIU/TqKrzVifFyI/AAAAAAAAAwI/bu8Rz0jrCiA/s1600/queue3091.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="310" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-gvAYK1hKaIU/TqKrzVifFyI/AAAAAAAAAwI/bu8Rz0jrCiA/s320/queue3091.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;My post title is a representation of&amp;nbsp;queues..&amp;nbsp;That of the longest one. Literally, and well, I might say figuratively as well -- to describe how tiring I have gone through this day.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;As planned, we intended to be early as possible so we can get the first seat to a long-day queues of people who have either motives -- to apply for a passport and to renew their old one. But unfortunately, we didn't have the "earth" to where it's taking place. We only thought it would be held in the same place that we remember.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;We waited for at least two hours but there's no sign of someone taking envelopes with them. Everyone were in their usual stuff at Robinsons -- shopping, eating, roaming around, window shopping, catching&amp;nbsp;air-conditioned atmosphere. There's no single personnel preparing the venue where they will accommodate a large number of people.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Until we smell something fishy. Here isn't just the right place to be.We asked for the lady at the Information center and we found out that the agency moved to Convention center since there will be an affair in the afternoon.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;We headed to Convention and just before we passed at the Freedom Park, I saw a big poster at the corner that says there's a Job fair and Passporting activity today at Convention. *Why haven't we read this earlier?!* We waited for a long time at the place we shouldn't be. And instead of getting the fresh seat just before they starts, we ended up&amp;nbsp;queuing for at least hundreds of people ahead of us! &lt;s&gt;Yan ang aming napala. Di kase marunong magbasa!&lt;/s&gt; :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Okay anyways, we did it. We're able to go through all the processes that we're ought to, and we're able to pass the different angles and forms of queuing. It was tough though. Especially of standing on your seat cause there's one vacant, sit and stand up again. It's tiring I tell you. Plus the different unpleasant noises and smell? Ow.em.ji. :/&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;At least we did it before it's time. At least for tomorrow, all we gotta do is to pay the certain fee and create a serious pose before the cam, and that's it! Wait for it to be&amp;nbsp;released on&amp;nbsp;November 25. WEEE! :)))))&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://i480.photobucket.com/albums/rr168/THYdowagers/THYdowagers2/heart.gif" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Later tonight we'll gonna refresh at Sidlakang Negros Village (My sister, Ren and I).This is where different assets of our province are laid all over for tourists. Booths and delicacies were all before you eyes. Plus, Coco will be here tonight. Hope I can see him :)) Ayee.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4828162817089650185-2205301024009413432?l=villaprincesa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://villaprincesa.blogspot.com/feeds/2205301024009413432/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4828162817089650185&amp;postID=2205301024009413432&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4828162817089650185/posts/default/2205301024009413432'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4828162817089650185/posts/default/2205301024009413432'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://villaprincesa.blogspot.com/2011/10/qqq.html' title='QQQ...'/><author><name>Rina Rubia</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/101029602997927178981</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh3.googleusercontent.com/-zEpX_3BfHEk/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAA10/xHWPXIb5Dac/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-gvAYK1hKaIU/TqKrzVifFyI/AAAAAAAAAwI/bu8Rz0jrCiA/s72-c/queue3091.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4828162817089650185.post-7294255687856173808</id><published>2011-10-17T06:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-10-17T06:49:29.228-07:00</updated><title type='text'>today was our (33rd) fairy tale :)</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-beVvDm4sJho/TpwwULiYqGI/AAAAAAAAAv8/BLpUrfozSok/s1600/love.gif" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-beVvDm4sJho/TpwwULiYqGI/AAAAAAAAAv8/BLpUrfozSok/s320/love.gif" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Today was again, another fairy tale. Cause Ren and I celebrated our 33rd&amp;nbsp;months together.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I just had my&amp;nbsp;strenuous IPR as usual. We had it for three days and two nights. Okay, so we planned to spare a little time with each other last Sunday, our arrival from two different venues -- Zamboanguita and Bacong. (To tell you, I prefer Zambo cause it's fresh and new but I also like in Bacong cause there has signal) :)))&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Going back to the topic, we weren't able to find time cause he still has to eat his dinner (and it's taking a long time he said) and I needed to go home early cause Mama's been asking if when will we disembark (aside from I badly needed a modest rest that time). So that's it. I found myself sleeping and when I woke up, my inbox was filled of his unread messages.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;This morning, we decided to wake up at early 5:30 and meet at exactly 6 a.m. I set my alarm to be sure. I was startled with the alarm tone and immediately text him to let him know I'm awake, and in just a blink of a second, his message was received. So he's excited to see me too :)))&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Unfortunately, I really don't know why, but I then again found myself sleeping. The dark clouds which enveloped the skies&amp;nbsp;deceived&amp;nbsp;me just so well and I thought of closing my eyes to take a slug nap for a little more time.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;After a few minutes, finally I was awaken. Again, filled with his messages, asking me if did I go back to sleep. He's been waiting outside for quite a long time already! *Owh no!* I jumped out from the bed and get myself prepared right away. Just so shortly that I did not mind to take my bath.haha I just wash my face and brush my teeth, change clothes, and dash! Luckily, I was able to catch my prince there. *I'm really sorry* :)))&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Of course, I tried everything that I could to gain back his mood and he sweetly forgave me with all of my lousiness. Plus, I was able to steer his sadness. We agreed to head on our happy day.. I had a nice time with you :)))&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Thanks Papa Jesus :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://i480.photobucket.com/albums/rr168/THYdowagers/THYdowagers2/heart.gif" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4828162817089650185-7294255687856173808?l=villaprincesa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://villaprincesa.blogspot.com/feeds/7294255687856173808/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4828162817089650185&amp;postID=7294255687856173808&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4828162817089650185/posts/default/7294255687856173808'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4828162817089650185/posts/default/7294255687856173808'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://villaprincesa.blogspot.com/2011/10/exhausted-33rd.html' title='today was our (33rd) fairy tale :)'/><author><name>Rina Rubia</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/101029602997927178981</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh3.googleusercontent.com/-zEpX_3BfHEk/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAA10/xHWPXIb5Dac/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-beVvDm4sJho/TpwwULiYqGI/AAAAAAAAAv8/BLpUrfozSok/s72-c/love.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4828162817089650185.post-784282715637933762</id><published>2011-10-13T23:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-10-13T23:34:20.136-07:00</updated><title type='text'>CRAMMING!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-YvQQqIpKdvk/TpfX2XHjczI/AAAAAAAAAv0/XAGuULhY2Xo/s1600/image.gif" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-YvQQqIpKdvk/TpfX2XHjczI/AAAAAAAAAv0/XAGuULhY2Xo/s1600/image.gif" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;All was cramming!&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I don't have yet my complete presentation for tomorrow's lecture. I'm still starting everything about my topic for tomorrow. Worse, we're gonna depart few hours from now. So that's so SOON! I just hope that the computer will be available tonight so that I can finish it before tomorrow morning. Plus, I hope we won't be preoccupied with busy stuffs later to give me ample time for this dilemma.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I'm not yet prepared. I don't even pack even a single stuff that am gonna bring later. It's almost time to go in the office to assemble but still, I'm not yet moving on with my preparations. Glad I'm writing this post amidst the cramming moment of mine.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Okay, gotta stop writing or else...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://i480.photobucket.com/albums/rr168/THYdowagers/THYdowagers2/heart.gif" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4828162817089650185-784282715637933762?l=villaprincesa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://villaprincesa.blogspot.com/feeds/784282715637933762/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4828162817089650185&amp;postID=784282715637933762&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4828162817089650185/posts/default/784282715637933762'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4828162817089650185/posts/default/784282715637933762'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://villaprincesa.blogspot.com/2011/10/cramming.html' title='CRAMMING!'/><author><name>Rina Rubia</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/101029602997927178981</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh3.googleusercontent.com/-zEpX_3BfHEk/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAA10/xHWPXIb5Dac/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-YvQQqIpKdvk/TpfX2XHjczI/AAAAAAAAAv0/XAGuULhY2Xo/s72-c/image.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4828162817089650185.post-3916098453900146988</id><published>2011-10-13T02:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-10-13T02:51:40.710-07:00</updated><title type='text'>lezgeriron!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-mzmZJYtyCCw/Tpa0Wfyy3JI/AAAAAAAAAvs/dD5ldahVz1A/s1600/1.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="237" oda="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-mzmZJYtyCCw/Tpa0Wfyy3JI/AAAAAAAAAvs/dD5ldahVz1A/s320/1.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Tomorrow's gonna be a busy-day ahead, yah know? Cause it will be our overdue Interpersonal Relationship (IPR). Well, the meanest cashier's office didn't allow us to hold our IPR lest if we can complete the liquidation needed. I think that's not exactly about liquidation but it's more of finishing some requirements that we lacked to pass.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Of course I won't let that 'villain' iterrupt here in my post and spoil everything in it. So, I'll continue with the real matter. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Okay, since tomorrow's gonna be a big day for us, we're needed to exert an effort to make it happen successfully. We're tasked to prepare various presentations that will energize the program tomorrow night. And take note: it is a cumpolsory to prepare something that is totally amazing. Something that is well-prepared.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;It will be 2 days and 2 nights. Yeah. haha. I love it. That means we have enough time to mingle with each other, to build bonds and to be happy with each other's company. I just hope and pray that we'll make all through the plans neatly.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;We'll definitely play, learn and grow together. HAPPY! :))&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;So guys, lets get it on!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://i480.photobucket.com/albums/rr168/THYdowagers/THYdowagers2/heart.gif" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4828162817089650185-3916098453900146988?l=villaprincesa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://villaprincesa.blogspot.com/feeds/3916098453900146988/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4828162817089650185&amp;postID=3916098453900146988&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4828162817089650185/posts/default/3916098453900146988'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4828162817089650185/posts/default/3916098453900146988'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://villaprincesa.blogspot.com/2011/10/lezgeriron.html' title='lezgeriron!'/><author><name>Rina Rubia</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/101029602997927178981</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh3.googleusercontent.com/-zEpX_3BfHEk/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAA10/xHWPXIb5Dac/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-mzmZJYtyCCw/Tpa0Wfyy3JI/AAAAAAAAAvs/dD5ldahVz1A/s72-c/1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4828162817089650185.post-5352543188592765579</id><published>2011-10-12T06:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-10-12T07:04:06.445-07:00</updated><title type='text'>P-A-T-I-E-N-C-E</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-W-YLhui00Ys/TpWW-tfoZBI/AAAAAAAAAvk/LBLDf7Sa46E/s1600/1.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-W-YLhui00Ys/TpWW-tfoZBI/AAAAAAAAAvk/LBLDf7Sa46E/s1600/1.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;Bear with me. I just can't hardly slip back with this photo. LOL.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Just an hour ago, my niece had held tight with her computer game. Well, who wouldn't feel the same? Shane&amp;nbsp;preferred a&amp;nbsp;DORA fixture this time. To be strict, she was given only an hour and a half to enjoy fooling around with the computer amenities before she finally goes to bed.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;After she found an interesting frontage of one of the DORA games, she immediately clicked on it and wait for it to load. However, as much as her excitement crops up, so with the procrastination of its loading time.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;The moment she instigated the game, I was on my half-way applying my toner (my day and night ritual), the game is 11 percent loading. When I entered to the CR to take my half-bath, it gradually took me 20 minutes +, and went out feeling fresh at last. Meanwhile, Shane is still waiting patiently for the game to fully load. She's been&amp;nbsp;patiently counting&amp;nbsp;together with the&amp;nbsp;increasing&amp;nbsp;figure on the screen. It was 89 percent filling, and she's staring on it without a blink of her eyes.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;"96... it's almost finish! 98... 99... YESSS!," with matching both arms burly-stretched&amp;nbsp;upward, and the face? Oh you can't draw it. Her smile was widely crooked enough as a sign of her ended 48 years of patience-bearing stance.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I just love my niece's patience. She was able to wait for the game she wanted the most. She was motivated by the thrill of playing the game, that she wasn't able to see the insanity of staring at the slow-paced running of figures on the interface. And though she's only given a little time to play, she consumed almost three-fourths of her&amp;nbsp;allotted&amp;nbsp;time, in loading the game. All she knew was that game will make her the happiest.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Well, I wish I possess &amp;nbsp;that kind of attitude as&amp;nbsp;well. One step at a time. I mean, to use my time wisely by means of devoting it to&amp;nbsp;something&amp;nbsp;I'm certain I wouldn't regret ever. Something that would worth my devoured time and effort.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;And I hope I can relate it with my studies and work. To my love ones and friends :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://i480.photobucket.com/albums/rr168/THYdowagers/THYdowagers2/heart.gif" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4828162817089650185-5352543188592765579?l=villaprincesa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://villaprincesa.blogspot.com/feeds/5352543188592765579/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4828162817089650185&amp;postID=5352543188592765579&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4828162817089650185/posts/default/5352543188592765579'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4828162817089650185/posts/default/5352543188592765579'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://villaprincesa.blogspot.com/2011/10/p-t-i-e-n-c-e.html' title='P-A-T-I-E-N-C-E'/><author><name>Rina Rubia</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/101029602997927178981</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh3.googleusercontent.com/-zEpX_3BfHEk/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAA10/xHWPXIb5Dac/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-W-YLhui00Ys/TpWW-tfoZBI/AAAAAAAAAvk/LBLDf7Sa46E/s72-c/1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4828162817089650185.post-1532986508117146870</id><published>2011-10-11T06:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-10-11T06:59:14.804-07:00</updated><title type='text'>helping a stranger</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-4GtBJLaT8Xw/TpRGspORxkI/AAAAAAAAAvc/dE4N1n3wcMk/s1600/a.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-4GtBJLaT8Xw/TpRGspORxkI/AAAAAAAAAvc/dE4N1n3wcMk/s320/a.jpg" width="224" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Okay so here it was. I just had my&amp;nbsp;scrumptious&amp;nbsp;dinner at Rob with Ren, when the rain poured just so hard. I wasn't able to bring my umbrella then, so we resolute to leisurely take a round of walks for a while. We went upstairs to see what nice movies are on.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;We became so fond of criticizing (the boring movies) and praise (those better ones), until a stranger with a very familiar face headed towards our place and finally approached us. He smiled and said, "Classmate, dugay nako nangita nimu." (Classmate, I've been looking for you so long). It's really astonishing to hear that he's been looking for me everywhere in the campus for quite a long time already.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;That pal was my classmate in my World Literature class last semester, so is that mean he's been searching for me for the entire semester already? He even remarked that he's waiting for me every single day in the school. Hoping to find me to help him out of his&amp;nbsp;stressful&amp;nbsp;INCOMPLETE grade in the said subject. *Weh? Di nga? Ang OA huh?* :))&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Oh well, he explained that during the releasing of last semester's grades, he was stunned upon receiving his piece of fad with an INC mark on it. He was so upset and loomed towards ma'am Pinili (our World Lit teacher) to know on what particular ground does he obtained that INC mark. The teacher said he wasn't included in the list of the members who performed our final role play. And so he got an INC grade.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;No matter how he explained his side, ma'am Pinili can't just believe abruptly on what he's articulating, unless of course, when he can hand her even a single proof. &amp;nbsp;Evidently, he can't show the props we had during that primitive presentation (since I think all were put to rubbish and were rotten), nor the extra copy of the script with members&amp;nbsp;included&amp;nbsp;(who would be&amp;nbsp;interested&amp;nbsp;to keep those copies? Or do we really have a spare one?^^,)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I think that's how he became so desperate&amp;nbsp;to search and wait for me&amp;nbsp;everyday in school (he really has to I think, cause I'm the leader) Good thing he remembered my face and recognized it when we met at the Rob.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Just this morning, we went to ma'am Pinili's office (at the dean's office) and I tried to help him explain his side. I clarified that he's part of the group and that he was able to present with us during the role play. That I do recognize him though I didn't know his name. That he had once treat us &lt;i&gt;kwek-kwek&lt;/i&gt; during our practice, and that he portrayed the role of a king. I went down into further details by saying that our role play was about 'princess thingy' and that she has once commented that our play was nice but the characters didn't act expressively.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;At last! After a long words of wisdom and rigid memorization, We're able to gain the fervor of our teacher and I finally leave my classmate with her to proceed to&amp;nbsp;calculating&amp;nbsp;his grades :)) *Hope he can pass*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Glad I was able to help a stranger.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;BTW. He texted me he passed the subject. Yaay! No more sit-in blues for the next semester :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://i480.photobucket.com/albums/rr168/THYdowagers/THYdowagers2/heart.gif" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4828162817089650185-1532986508117146870?l=villaprincesa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://villaprincesa.blogspot.com/feeds/1532986508117146870/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4828162817089650185&amp;postID=1532986508117146870&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4828162817089650185/posts/default/1532986508117146870'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4828162817089650185/posts/default/1532986508117146870'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://villaprincesa.blogspot.com/2011/10/helping-stranger.html' title='helping a stranger'/><author><name>Rina Rubia</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/101029602997927178981</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh3.googleusercontent.com/-zEpX_3BfHEk/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAA10/xHWPXIb5Dac/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-4GtBJLaT8Xw/TpRGspORxkI/AAAAAAAAAvc/dE4N1n3wcMk/s72-c/a.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4828162817089650185.post-718413051144666965</id><published>2011-10-06T02:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-10-06T02:35:13.932-07:00</updated><title type='text'>runny nose</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Hs2p9TX5r5w/To1zg9FsOeI/AAAAAAAAAvU/PlMl1vnXzAI/s1600/nose2.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="301" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Hs2p9TX5r5w/To1zg9FsOeI/AAAAAAAAAvU/PlMl1vnXzAI/s320/nose2.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;If we would always be plagued by the inconsistent weather, who wouldn't catch colds and exasperated by prickly nostrils?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: -webkit-auto;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Actually, I haven't been exposed to blistering warm of the sun because apparently, I always bring with me my easy-fold umbrella, plus in case the dusty-searing pathway to our school hasn't yet cooled with waters by the personnel in-charge, I always have my handkerchief clutched onto my palm. Sometimes, when my eyes soar cause of the grimes triggered by the rushing vehicles coming along the school parameters, I would wear sunglasses. &lt;s&gt;&lt;i&gt;Ang OA dba?&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/s&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Moreover, when the gloomy skies start to sheer tiny droplets of water, I, on the other hand, is fully equipped already. Aside from the faithful umbrella I have to cover my head from the rain, I'm also gripped comfortably with my jacket (that's when I went out from home, raining). &lt;s&gt;&lt;i&gt;OA pa din.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/s&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;However, all these safety measures that I kept on providing seem to be&amp;nbsp;unsuccessful. Yes, all of these were absolutely pointless. Cause I've already been&amp;nbsp;stroked&amp;nbsp;by the virus of colds and I've been suffering, since yesterday from this annoying runny nose! :(&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I took a medicine earlier before the cold was confirmed, but it was of no use. And though I'm trying to bug this runny nose off, I always lose. I've been taking the right medicine, to give chance for the germs to drop out and withdraw their defiance, but still nothing's change.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I think, it&amp;nbsp;invaded&amp;nbsp;my&amp;nbsp;strength&amp;nbsp;already and all I need to do is to constantly take the right medicine and the other right medicine to avoid other possible sickness I can get such as fever and cough.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I hate this. I've been tormented with sneezes and tissue-paper no-win situation. This really makes me feeble, my eyes are sore, my skin pales, my body's scrawny. It's really hard to run after your silly nose, I tell you.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I just hope that in no time, this itchy-runny nose will get tired from pulling the waters inside my snout and finally settle to have &amp;nbsp;a complete rest.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://i480.photobucket.com/albums/rr168/THYdowagers/THYdowagers2/heart.gif" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4828162817089650185-718413051144666965?l=villaprincesa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://villaprincesa.blogspot.com/feeds/718413051144666965/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4828162817089650185&amp;postID=718413051144666965&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4828162817089650185/posts/default/718413051144666965'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4828162817089650185/posts/default/718413051144666965'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://villaprincesa.blogspot.com/2011/10/runny-nose.html' title='runny nose'/><author><name>Rina Rubia</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/101029602997927178981</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh3.googleusercontent.com/-zEpX_3BfHEk/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAA10/xHWPXIb5Dac/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Hs2p9TX5r5w/To1zg9FsOeI/AAAAAAAAAvU/PlMl1vnXzAI/s72-c/nose2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4828162817089650185.post-1773039554507482930</id><published>2011-10-04T08:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-10-05T20:28:49.976-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Campus Journalism</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-uQNFPXeVAKY/TosoD5f5pHI/AAAAAAAAAu4/5QM8xaDz6Z8/s1600/lecture.gif"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5659661404160500850" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-uQNFPXeVAKY/TosoD5f5pHI/AAAAAAAAAu4/5QM8xaDz6Z8/s320/lecture.gif" style="cursor: hand; cursor: pointer; display: block; height: 183px; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; width: 320px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: xx-small;"&gt;This google image is far out from the subject. Please just ignore what's written on the lecturer's board ^^,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Campus Journalism lecture. Yes you've read it right. Probably you might wonder, REALLY? Yes my dear, it's true. I for one didn't comprehend much how we're able to conduct this undertaking.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Originally, this idea came out when our Pub Adviser planned us to have, in lieu of Campus Journalism month, *please correct the term* a seminar workshop on campus journalism to&amp;nbsp;high&amp;nbsp;school students. Thinking of the big responsibility ahead made us shrink. We're really unsure of having this kind of stuff. I mean, we've been used to be laid-up listening only to guest-speakers we have during seminars, yet this time we're tasked to do the other way around -- to lecture before the quite number of crowd.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Since we're hesitant with the possible outcome of the plan, we&amp;nbsp;frankly tell&amp;nbsp;our Adviser that probably, for us to extend our modest awareness in the subject matter, we &amp;nbsp;must be ready. And readiness means timing. That's the only time we can be confident in speaking before the prospective audience.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;However, with the slightest chance, we (the editors) were invited to conduct a campus journalism seminar and workshop to students of Jimalalud, a far-flung area from Dumaguete City. The idea was from Ryan, he's a former student of the Jimalalud National High School and he's been a friend to teacher from there up to now. He asked us if we can perform a lecture for free, with our food and fare spared. We eventually agreed on his request. Besides, it's really a pleasure to help those who are in need.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Saturday came. Just as when the sun is yet to stretch its arms, I'm already prepared for a couple-of-hours trip. My head get a bit dizzy though few kilometers still form Dumaguete. I was also even successful in waking up the people at the TN office to hand me the camera that we're gonna use in Photojournalism lecture and workshop.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the way, thoug sleepy, I didn't find time to take a nap cause the scenic beauty of the nature going along Jimalalud is just&amp;nbsp;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;irresistible&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 17px;"&gt;. It was my first time to travel that long :))&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 17px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 17px;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 17px;"&gt;Off aboard, we're welcomed by an English-speaking student waiting for us at the entrance gate. *Oh huh?* He's friendly, as well as those other students waiting inside the room. The bubbly teachers, were so accommodating. We're served with the humblest breakfast right after we're welcomed by the fresh air of&amp;nbsp;their&amp;nbsp;vast grounds. After a chitchat with the teachers and a little rest,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 17px;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;we started the agenda.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 17px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-mluF9paZqQw/To0d_VNpn4I/AAAAAAAAAu8/HxfOxOOtGt4/s1600/IMG_9013+-+Copy.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="213" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-mluF9paZqQw/To0d_VNpn4I/AAAAAAAAAu8/HxfOxOOtGt4/s320/IMG_9013+-+Copy.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;The News Writing lecture&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-X0IUdvS3TC0/To0eGIyB5DI/AAAAAAAAAvA/afvqkg8TnbE/s1600/IMG_9049.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="213" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-X0IUdvS3TC0/To0eGIyB5DI/AAAAAAAAAvA/afvqkg8TnbE/s320/IMG_9049.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;The Features Writing lecture&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-bnlspd-zIMw/To0eMgQZQoI/AAAAAAAAAvE/U8aQz_u4NBc/s1600/IMG_9090.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="213" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-bnlspd-zIMw/To0eMgQZQoI/AAAAAAAAAvE/U8aQz_u4NBc/s320/IMG_9090.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;The Editorial Writing lecture&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-UM9--bzsgjk/To0ezmcBMoI/AAAAAAAAAvM/KwyVYdkmtyQ/s1600/IMG_9419.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="213" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-UM9--bzsgjk/To0ezmcBMoI/AAAAAAAAAvM/KwyVYdkmtyQ/s320/IMG_9419.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;The Column&amp;nbsp;Writing&amp;nbsp;lecture&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-1m-FxZ7d3Qk/To0erMfiftI/AAAAAAAAAvI/Gr6GmgvGZFQ/s1600/IMG_9315.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-1m-FxZ7d3Qk/To0erMfiftI/AAAAAAAAAvI/Gr6GmgvGZFQ/s320/IMG_9315.JPG" width="213" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;The Editorial Cartooning lecture&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-D7p6QE2hNFY/To0e8Kgy7JI/AAAAAAAAAvQ/B96WFUW5mK8/s1600/IMG_9445.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="213" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-D7p6QE2hNFY/To0e8Kgy7JI/AAAAAAAAAvQ/B96WFUW5mK8/s320/IMG_9445.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Campus Journalism lecture ends&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-8GleROyjC9c/TosiuQ6qIzI/AAAAAAAAAuw/HvZz-iTxYVg/s1600/IMG_9201.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-8GleROyjC9c/TosiuQ6qIzI/AAAAAAAAAuw/HvZz-iTxYVg/s320/IMG_9201.JPG" width="213" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;The Siesta mode&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;At the end of the day, I've&amp;nbsp;realized. This kind of activity is what Campus Journalism all about. Giving what you have, and&amp;nbsp;sharing&amp;nbsp;what you&amp;nbsp;desire&amp;nbsp; :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://i480.photobucket.com/albums/rr168/THYdowagers/THYdowagers2/heart.gif" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4828162817089650185-1773039554507482930?l=villaprincesa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://villaprincesa.blogspot.com/feeds/1773039554507482930/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4828162817089650185&amp;postID=1773039554507482930&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4828162817089650185/posts/default/1773039554507482930'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4828162817089650185/posts/default/1773039554507482930'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://villaprincesa.blogspot.com/2011/10/thats-campus-journalism-all-about.html' title='Campus Journalism'/><author><name>Rina Rubia</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/101029602997927178981</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh3.googleusercontent.com/-zEpX_3BfHEk/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAA10/xHWPXIb5Dac/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-uQNFPXeVAKY/TosoD5f5pHI/AAAAAAAAAu4/5QM8xaDz6Z8/s72-c/lecture.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4828162817089650185.post-6812991419809217187</id><published>2011-10-03T21:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-10-03T21:13:09.777-07:00</updated><title type='text'>blog it on</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-rJ1R3xihvoY/ToqFdSWwk8I/AAAAAAAAAug/G8jRpr8BQjI/s1600/1.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-rJ1R3xihvoY/ToqFdSWwk8I/AAAAAAAAAug/G8jRpr8BQjI/s1600/1.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I'm becoming to LOVE blogging really.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;What's good about blogging?&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Simply when you find yourself amidst idleness, you can revert things out and look for exciting ways of cheering up. When you're social networking sites do not satisfy you anymore, you can still have this media outlet to spill out those dreary specks.Yea, definitely blog it all on!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm trying to study my notes for my afternoon exam. It was filed in PDF and it contains 16 pages, all the other notes that were filed in word docs are all fused and printed to save paper and ink cost. But this PDF file, I just can't combine the pages cause it can't be. *Or is there a way am just not&amp;nbsp;acquainted&amp;nbsp;on how to do it?*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;So here I am, trying to absorb all the keywords I'll come across later in my exam. It's quite&amp;nbsp;confusing, especially cause I'm not used to study in front of the computer. I prefer a tangible copy, so I can&amp;nbsp;highlight&amp;nbsp;the key points, &amp;nbsp;besides, I can take it with me even when the exam is about to start. But I don't have any means to study at all. So patience is all I need to have.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I launched my Facebook account, to save myself from depression of that PDF note, but found no interesting stuff at all. Boring. All was the same, the &amp;nbsp;interface, the posts -- as usual, brag. brag. brag. or so, emo. emo. emo. And so I thought of blogging, at least, in case I don't find something appealing, I can write about it. Or if there's fascinating, I can also put it in writing :) Amazing, isn't it? :))))&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Okay, I'm becoming conversational now. Gotta stop and eat my lunch.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;SEE 'YA LATER!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://i480.photobucket.com/albums/rr168/THYdowagers/THYdowagers2/heart.gif" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4828162817089650185-6812991419809217187?l=villaprincesa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://villaprincesa.blogspot.com/feeds/6812991419809217187/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4828162817089650185&amp;postID=6812991419809217187&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4828162817089650185/posts/default/6812991419809217187'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4828162817089650185/posts/default/6812991419809217187'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://villaprincesa.blogspot.com/2011/10/blog-it-on.html' title='blog it on'/><author><name>Rina Rubia</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/101029602997927178981</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh3.googleusercontent.com/-zEpX_3BfHEk/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAA10/xHWPXIb5Dac/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-rJ1R3xihvoY/ToqFdSWwk8I/AAAAAAAAAug/G8jRpr8BQjI/s72-c/1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4828162817089650185.post-7807553567953306272</id><published>2011-10-03T06:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-10-03T06:38:01.789-07:00</updated><title type='text'>sleepy-head October</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-iZwp2-TDgEw/Tom0j5AG9II/AAAAAAAAAuc/zxBzdPg1GNA/s1600/mathsexam.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="260" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-iZwp2-TDgEw/Tom0j5AG9II/AAAAAAAAAuc/zxBzdPg1GNA/s320/mathsexam.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;This is my first Monday for the month of October and yea, it's somehow passive. Before we went to Jimalalud to give lecture on campus journalism, I wasn't able to list down my schedule for this week's exam. I thought of going back to school yesterday but I ran out of time to carry it out. Well, the tiresome night of Saturday made me exhausted.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Anyway though, I'm glad when I went to school this morning to find out no exams await me. Yee! :D That means, I still have ample time to review my notes. Also, my purportedly morning exam was moved on Thursday, which means that I only have one exam to take tomorrow. Apart from that, my final exam for this semester would still be in the afternoon. Yee again! :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Tonight, after making this post am gonna print the sent reviewers from my teacher and go through it all. I just hope I can do good tomorrow.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;By the way, I'm also needing to have an early sleep tonight, lest I'll be feeling tedious tomorrow in my exam.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Goodnight people :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://i480.photobucket.com/albums/rr168/THYdowagers/THYdowagers2/heart.gif" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4828162817089650185-7807553567953306272?l=villaprincesa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://villaprincesa.blogspot.com/feeds/7807553567953306272/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4828162817089650185&amp;postID=7807553567953306272&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4828162817089650185/posts/default/7807553567953306272'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4828162817089650185/posts/default/7807553567953306272'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://villaprincesa.blogspot.com/2011/10/sleepy-head-october.html' title='sleepy-head October'/><author><name>Rina Rubia</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/101029602997927178981</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh3.googleusercontent.com/-zEpX_3BfHEk/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAA10/xHWPXIb5Dac/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-iZwp2-TDgEw/Tom0j5AG9II/AAAAAAAAAuc/zxBzdPg1GNA/s72-c/mathsexam.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4828162817089650185.post-8884785270149128182</id><published>2011-09-29T18:39:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-09-29T19:02:26.365-07:00</updated><title type='text'>minute-made</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-FjSZDA2dLjQ/ToUjBOJoFgI/AAAAAAAAAuY/TWH3f9cXb5I/s1600/11.gif" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="182" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-FjSZDA2dLjQ/ToUjBOJoFgI/AAAAAAAAAuY/TWH3f9cXb5I/s320/11.gif" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Probably, I was taken a minute already in launching this site, and another one to log into my account until, of course, I finally able to start writing this post.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Okay, this would be a minute-made post since I only have 10 minutes left for school. Well, I just wanna really commend the new interface of blogspot.com. It's awesome! :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I notice this change yesterday, &lt;s&gt;yea am so primitive&lt;/s&gt;. Well, this might be because of the recent tutorial session that Ren and I conducted. We decided to wake up at 6am to prepare and meet on 7am to start the tutorial. And yea, though I only have a bit background of the exam he's gonna take today, *I think they already started* I'm happy cause I was able to share a part of what I got during my early days in Calculus 2.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Since he and his classmates who will take the exam need to assemble at the Library earlier than their&amp;nbsp;scheduled&amp;nbsp;time for taking the exam, I went home for a while where I was caught up with paper works. Yea, I photocopied the papers needed for my OJT form. I needed to submit these stuff to my teacher before he pass the final grades next week.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;And a lot more to do, next week's gonna be a tough moment for us students again -- The FINALe :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;This gonna be all for now.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;CIAO!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://i480.photobucket.com/albums/rr168/THYdowagers/THYdowagers2/heart.gif" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4828162817089650185-8884785270149128182?l=villaprincesa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://villaprincesa.blogspot.com/feeds/8884785270149128182/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4828162817089650185&amp;postID=8884785270149128182&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4828162817089650185/posts/default/8884785270149128182'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4828162817089650185/posts/default/8884785270149128182'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://villaprincesa.blogspot.com/2011/09/minute-made.html' title='minute-made'/><author><name>Rina Rubia</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/101029602997927178981</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh3.googleusercontent.com/-zEpX_3BfHEk/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAA10/xHWPXIb5Dac/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-FjSZDA2dLjQ/ToUjBOJoFgI/AAAAAAAAAuY/TWH3f9cXb5I/s72-c/11.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4828162817089650185.post-5682333977350534526</id><published>2011-09-28T23:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-09-28T23:35:28.364-07:00</updated><title type='text'>...it's hard to say goodbye</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-1xZZGkk79RI/ToQRkeCLAEI/AAAAAAAAAuU/dNZL6yxOfUA/s1600/byebear-1304632028.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-1xZZGkk79RI/ToQRkeCLAEI/AAAAAAAAAuU/dNZL6yxOfUA/s320/byebear-1304632028.jpg" width="230" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Unbecoming. Puzzled. Poignant.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;These feelings have seemed to be permanent occupants of my mind and my heart, making me feel terribly restless at night.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I can still remember the old days when I'm feeling like being cuddled by the blissful skies, by the verdant rays of the sun and laid by the mist of the lovely flowers of spring time. I can still sense the contentment, the comfort of being secured, the serenity of spirit that you have once endowed upon me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Not until when I saw the uncertainty. The realization of losing you along with our cherished&amp;nbsp;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 20px;"&gt;reminiscences&lt;/span&gt;. It was then when I finally realize that sooner or later, everything we tried to build will crash into pieces, everything that I'm used to have will shattered like a delicate glass.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;No. Not in my pool of happiness would I be able to picture out this uncertain end. No, please not this time. I always wish to win your heart, to make you feel that I care, to please you all the time we're together.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;But since I have to accept that the story of us will soon bid its farewell, I just hope that when we part ways, you could appreciate my love and my endless gratefulness, that at least, once in my existence, I met you.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #f1c232;"&gt;Goodbye first semester!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;I know I still have a long way to go.. But the memoirs of yours will forever linger within the&amp;nbsp;paramount&amp;nbsp;of my knowledge, my experience, my existence.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;P.S. Please as you leave, may you give me the feeling of satisfaction, so that I can attest that all the bitter-sweet moments we had during those times when we're still blooming, would all be worth it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Goodbye!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://i480.photobucket.com/albums/rr168/THYdowagers/THYdowagers2/heart.gif" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4828162817089650185-5682333977350534526?l=villaprincesa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://villaprincesa.blogspot.com/feeds/5682333977350534526/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4828162817089650185&amp;postID=5682333977350534526&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4828162817089650185/posts/default/5682333977350534526'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4828162817089650185/posts/default/5682333977350534526'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://villaprincesa.blogspot.com/2011/09/its-hard-to-say-goodbye.html' title='...it&apos;s hard to say goodbye'/><author><name>Rina Rubia</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/101029602997927178981</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh3.googleusercontent.com/-zEpX_3BfHEk/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAA10/xHWPXIb5Dac/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-1xZZGkk79RI/ToQRkeCLAEI/AAAAAAAAAuU/dNZL6yxOfUA/s72-c/byebear-1304632028.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4828162817089650185.post-23338068062036762</id><published>2011-09-23T18:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-09-23T18:53:25.183-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Randomness</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-jpSKmakrFCY/Tn00OuV9CoI/AAAAAAAAAsw/vZ--HkBuYXE/s1600/DSC04230.JPG"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5655734125757168482" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-GorL1USMpXo/Tn00ONXPe2I/AAAAAAAAAsg/2TQXHratYP4/s400/DSC04179.JPG" style="cursor: hand; cursor: pointer; display: block; height: 300px; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; width: 400px;" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;Yesterday was a body-aching day. Well, we just had a swimming-thon at Sea Forest. It was not in our plan really. We originally wanted to swim at Baybayon, much nearer than Sea Forest, much serene and quiet.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;However, it's our pleasure to accompany and eventually be with my niece together with my Ate at Sea Forest. Second, I also thought of going to another unique-in-my-eyes place such that. It really changed a lot since I last visited it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;Anyway, there, though it was full of children, I mean wild and noisy children, we still enjoyed a lot. Different cool gimmicks were placed. It was then when at the middle of my glee when the lifeguard personnel saw that I'm wearing jeans-cloth short that I was halt to swim :(&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;As an Antidote to my sadness, we took quite number of pictures just everywhere :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; color: #0000ee;"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5655734129114726242" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-nacMGEZ55uY/Tn00OZ3vv2I/AAAAAAAAAso/_9wpeP6bA-0/s400/DSC04171.JPG" style="cursor: pointer; display: block; height: 400px; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; margin-top: 0px; text-align: center; width: 300px;" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;And my niece, though already feeling cold, didn't want to get out from the pool. She enjoyed calling everyone her friend and feeling as if she know them cause she played joyously with them. *Now she's coughing* I just hope it won't last.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; color: #0000ee; font-size: 16px;"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5655734134610135682" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-jpSKmakrFCY/Tn00OuV9CoI/AAAAAAAAAsw/vZ--HkBuYXE/s400/DSC04230.JPG" style="cursor: pointer; display: block; height: 400px; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; margin-top: 0px; text-align: center; width: 300px;" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;My sister, who was more ready than I am (with her bathing suit on) didn't continue to plunge into the water. She said she needs to watch over Shane and besides, it's raining (weh?) Anyway, she seems fondly contented of just taking photos of her :) Though this means, getting wet just to have picture in the splashing water fountains :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;BTW, my body is still aching ;( and my head is aching too ;( (good thing I was able to enjoy the water cause today, starts my period :))&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://i480.photobucket.com/albums/rr168/THYdowagers/THYdowagers2/heart.gif" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;Today is my mom's birthday and yea, its gonna be happiness :) We'll go shopping for Mama later for her present. We'll have simple gathering for her :) Hope we'll be able to make her happy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://i480.photobucket.com/albums/rr168/THYdowagers/THYdowagers2/heart.gif" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;Later tonight, am gonna attend another party. It's yanna's (Ren's cousin) first birthday party :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4828162817089650185-23338068062036762?l=villaprincesa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://villaprincesa.blogspot.com/feeds/23338068062036762/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4828162817089650185&amp;postID=23338068062036762&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4828162817089650185/posts/default/23338068062036762'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4828162817089650185/posts/default/23338068062036762'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://villaprincesa.blogspot.com/2011/09/randomness.html' title='Randomness'/><author><name>Rina Rubia</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/101029602997927178981</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh3.googleusercontent.com/-zEpX_3BfHEk/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAA10/xHWPXIb5Dac/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-GorL1USMpXo/Tn00ONXPe2I/AAAAAAAAAsg/2TQXHratYP4/s72-c/DSC04179.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4828162817089650185.post-3976361555468920722</id><published>2011-09-20T21:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-09-20T21:14:33.724-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Dash!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/--51s0E3CHMQ/TnlkhrjPt4I/AAAAAAAAAsY/ZIykpdNK4ps/s1600/1.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/--51s0E3CHMQ/TnlkhrjPt4I/AAAAAAAAAsY/ZIykpdNK4ps/s400/1.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5654661336929384322" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;It's been a while since I visited my electronic diary. Well, firstly I've been preoccupied with so many important stuff to do. LITERALLY IMPORTANT. Good thing though, at least I found time  just now, to  share something here in my blog.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;Well, to count on some of my busy scheme, I've been busy with the Prelim Defense in my thesis. Lots of exams and quizzes in my minor subjects, lots of tiring obligations in my major subject, plus the piles of articles to be edited in our pub.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;I just hope that the two parties am gonna attend this weekend will remedy my stress and busyness. Ren invited me to his cousin's birthday which is the same date as my mom's birthday. So it's gonna be full of fun *I hope?* :) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;This would be all for now, gotta go and eat my lunch. Need to hurry cause my teacher in my 1pm-class starts just so early, so I might as well catch it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;Good Day! Oh, don't forget to smile amidst busy sched  :)))&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i480.photobucket.com/albums/rr168/THYdowagers/THYdowagers2/heart.gif" border="0" /&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/4828162817089650185-3976361555468920722?l=villaprincesa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://villaprincesa.blogspot.com/feeds/3976361555468920722/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4828162817089650185&amp;postID=3976361555468920722&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4828162817089650185/posts/default/3976361555468920722'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4828162817089650185/posts/default/3976361555468920722'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://villaprincesa.blogspot.com/2011/09/dash.html' title='Dash!'/><author><name>Rina Rubia</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/101029602997927178981</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh3.googleusercontent.com/-zEpX_3BfHEk/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAA10/xHWPXIb5Dac/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/--51s0E3CHMQ/TnlkhrjPt4I/AAAAAAAAAsY/ZIykpdNK4ps/s72-c/1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4828162817089650185.post-7791981347972316265</id><published>2011-08-25T07:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-08-25T07:48:40.571-07:00</updated><title type='text'>E-Portfolio</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-RRA-zyjI8g8/TlZeSVEB_II/AAAAAAAAAls/bfi1tPONBno/s1600/1.gif" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 211px; height: 206px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-RRA-zyjI8g8/TlZeSVEB_II/AAAAAAAAAls/bfi1tPONBno/s320/1.gif" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5644802851940203650" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Yes I am so much excited of coming up into a great portfolio! :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I'm still plagued by the nuisance of the heavy rain poured out from the mad sky since this morning. I really was soaked in wet as I entered the class. Good thing though, my poor and about-to-collapse umbrella has helped me go through that still-sopping whistles.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;And there it was. My professor was on his half-way to the discussion. *poor me* So to cover up myself from that shame of entering in late, I pass through the aisle and give my teacher a pleasing countenance. Though I hoped he didn't take it sarcastically. I mean it yea :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I find the nearest seat but to no avail. My classmates just love to be seated at the back portion of the room. So I ramped all along to the second row and finally, I swerved onto the chair. *I was able to rest my poor umbrella on the next seat*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;During the discussion, a nostalgic ambiance enveloped my being. I realized how I missed my comfy bed. And at cases like these -- watching the drops outside, witnessing the misty-green surroundings, and the cold-winter humming of winds -- just lullabies me perfectly to sleep.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Until that serious yet hilarious at the outset, of the requirement our teacher had discuss in front of us made me loose my laziness. Well, talking about writing, and some sort of designing and the like, made me just intact in my position. I listened attentively to some key points on how to establish and design a portfolio. And I really like the idea of finishing such, cause it will really help me a lot. Not only to fit my preference but also cause it will help me in searching and finally getting a good job.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Electronic Portfolio. Uhuh you heard it right, isn't that stupendous? *0* I'm gonna create a Web, Oh no I think I'd switch to more comfortable and easy sites, for my profile check. This is really cool cause aside for the fact that it's an E-Portfolio, I'd also have the chance to impress my employers, by citing them the certain address of who I am, and giving them the easiest and convenient way of expressing myself. *A total excuse from anxiety during interview :D*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Within these days, I'm gonna be busy preparing for it. And I'd like to come up with a good quality product. So AJA! to me :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i480.photobucket.com/albums/rr168/THYdowagers/THYdowagers2/heart.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4828162817089650185-7791981347972316265?l=villaprincesa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://villaprincesa.blogspot.com/feeds/7791981347972316265/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4828162817089650185&amp;postID=7791981347972316265&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4828162817089650185/posts/default/7791981347972316265'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4828162817089650185/posts/default/7791981347972316265'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://villaprincesa.blogspot.com/2011/08/e-potfolio.html' title='E-Portfolio'/><author><name>Rina Rubia</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/101029602997927178981</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh3.googleusercontent.com/-zEpX_3BfHEk/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAA10/xHWPXIb5Dac/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-RRA-zyjI8g8/TlZeSVEB_II/AAAAAAAAAls/bfi1tPONBno/s72-c/1.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4828162817089650185.post-4136579182429050772</id><published>2011-08-12T23:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-08-12T23:49:16.427-07:00</updated><title type='text'>mission accomplished</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-OH4BHFYE5n8/TkYdz89Bx0I/AAAAAAAAAlk/eM-qQO_sjnc/s1600/13082011%2528015%2529.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-TI6GqjCeh_8/TkYduy23zpI/AAAAAAAAAlc/beFxWRSeP3I/s1600/13082011%2528010%2529.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-TI6GqjCeh_8/TkYduy23zpI/AAAAAAAAAlc/beFxWRSeP3I/s320/13082011%2528010%2529.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5640228273091235474" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-IqhKC-au5yI/TkYdeI4K39I/AAAAAAAAAlM/2kgU07Z2LaA/s1600/13082011%2528015%2529.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-p9uvezGHlgI/TkYc9EB_0ZI/AAAAAAAAAk8/sYMryHWyUqU/s1600/13082011%2528011%2529.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;It's been weeks now, perhaps couple of months now, since my bedroom had a revamp. I've been preoccupied with school and pub stuffs that I can't find time to touch the bed and even arrange those messy 'everything' which laid just everywhere.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;I couldn't just imagine how I was able to gain appetite to really clean my bedroom when in fact, I've attended a night-long party yesterday. My body's too exhausted I knew it. I wanted a rest. But then, I found myself getting the broom and starting to clean up to the inner corners of the entire room. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;And then I also changed the arrangement  of my bed position. I placed it at the edged wall beside the windows, and my study table near the cabinet. I also positioned it there so whenever my phone needs charge while am at the middle of my sleepiness, I can easily still access to it cause the outlet is reachable.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;I change my stripe-blue bed sheet into green one, and the pillows I covered it light blue while the other two is pink flowers :) my tweety pillow remains devoid :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-OH4BHFYE5n8/TkYdz89Bx0I/AAAAAAAAAlk/eM-qQO_sjnc/s320/13082011%2528015%2529.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5640228361700755266" style="float: right; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: 10px; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px; " /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I took off some cob-webs forming up the edges of the ceiling, and I wiped the jalousies. I also applied a bit floorwax (the white one since the floor is made of wood). I also arranged the bags in the first cabinet, my shoes and dresses in the second, and my tees in the third cabinet. Now everything is well arranged! :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;Later tonight I knew I'd have a nice and comfy sleep :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt; I just hope this isn't the last time I can find time to clean my bedroom and everything in it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;Shane for sure will ask to be beside me tonight :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i480.photobucket.com/albums/rr168/THYdowagers/THYdowagers2/heart.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4828162817089650185-4136579182429050772?l=villaprincesa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://villaprincesa.blogspot.com/feeds/4136579182429050772/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4828162817089650185&amp;postID=4136579182429050772&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4828162817089650185/posts/default/4136579182429050772'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4828162817089650185/posts/default/4136579182429050772'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://villaprincesa.blogspot.com/2011/08/mission-accomplished.html' title='mission accomplished'/><author><name>Rina Rubia</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/101029602997927178981</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh3.googleusercontent.com/-zEpX_3BfHEk/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAA10/xHWPXIb5Dac/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-TI6GqjCeh_8/TkYduy23zpI/AAAAAAAAAlc/beFxWRSeP3I/s72-c/13082011%2528010%2529.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4828162817089650185.post-1347383659693528019</id><published>2011-08-11T20:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-08-11T21:14:01.341-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A baby love ♥</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-n-GJqS1BeHc/TkSmFC6ZkiI/AAAAAAAAAks/-SZhyJe1TTw/s1600/8500baby%2Blove.gif" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 176px; height: 220px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-n-GJqS1BeHc/TkSmFC6ZkiI/AAAAAAAAAks/-SZhyJe1TTw/s320/8500baby%2Blove.gif" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5639815238986076706" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Lately,  I've been inclined so much with my niece that I always wanted to spend time with her playing her mute and deaf toys, her inedible chicken, carrots, and fries with matching sanskript-written menu. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;She used to be beside me at night. Whenever I text someone with my phone, she pretends texting someone too. And when I'm talking with someone thru phone, she pretends she has someone talking too with.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;When I want my nails colored, she'll follow me too, and would even imitate the color I put on. When I wanted it just clean, she'd love also.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;When I eat with bare hands, she'll eat that way too, even the details of the amount of food I placed on my plate she wanted the same! So that sometimes she can't consume all. Ayan kase!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;When I'm studying, she's trying to study too. When I'm reading, she murmurs as if she knows how to read and she'd copy the way how I read it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;When I'm writing or doing my assignment, she's as if trying to write something too. When I sing, she sings too. When I do a bit of exercise every morning, she follows me though it's hard on her part.haha&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;When I take my shower, she always wanted to go with me and would even pleas to have that something am putting onto my face. She always say I'm her "best friend all the world!"haha. Anu daw??&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Well, I love those sometimes-annoying-sometimes-sweet stuffs. Am also fond of teasing her with Lloyd, her ultimate crush. Lloyd was her closest friend, an her classmate during her N-1 class, and now though that she's in N-2 and that they're no longer classmates, she never forget to talk about him. *Oh, is it love?* &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;When I kissed her, she'd wipe it immediately and would say "eew!" There was one time when I asked her, "Hey if Lloyd kiss you would you say the same?" and she simply said "No."haha&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sometimes during our idle times, she'd ask me if I know Lloyd and when I glance at her, she'd blush and say "eeh, kaw kase!" Much more when she's busy watching cartoons that she no longer pays attention to what am asking her to do, I try to grab it by asking her if she knows Lloyd and she'd go like "oops!" and then turns to pink.lol "eeh, kaw kase!"*I wonder if she's really inlove*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But she's so clever. Whenever I tease her with Lloyd, she'll do the same and would ask me if I know ren, and I'd just ride on her joke so that she'll giggle. Well, am fond of making her smile too, so that's okay!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;You wouldn't believe that whenever she happens to see Lloyd somewhere -- whether in school, in Cangs, in Robinsons and Church -- she'd always tell it to me with a blushing-sweet countenance. She forget not the image of Lloyd, and she'd always turn tame when Lloyd's beside her *I'm so kilig right now*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img src="http://i480.photobucket.com/albums/rr168/THYdowagers/THYdowagers2/heart.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Well,  all I hope and pray is that my niece isn't into a serious mode *cause I think she sees herself as a 20-yr old woman* and that all her demeanor is a mere infatuation. haha  Uunahan pa ata ako neto :D &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4828162817089650185-1347383659693528019?l=villaprincesa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://villaprincesa.blogspot.com/feeds/1347383659693528019/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4828162817089650185&amp;postID=1347383659693528019&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4828162817089650185/posts/default/1347383659693528019'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4828162817089650185/posts/default/1347383659693528019'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://villaprincesa.blogspot.com/2011/08/baby-love.html' title='A baby love ♥'/><author><name>Rina Rubia</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/101029602997927178981</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh3.googleusercontent.com/-zEpX_3BfHEk/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAA10/xHWPXIb5Dac/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-n-GJqS1BeHc/TkSmFC6ZkiI/AAAAAAAAAks/-SZhyJe1TTw/s72-c/8500baby%2Blove.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4828162817089650185.post-8034512616858191397</id><published>2011-08-06T21:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-08-06T21:57:30.990-07:00</updated><title type='text'>WEBMASTER</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-7MW2yoz5pzY/Tj4bCceb39I/AAAAAAAAAkk/XOsdOtj3VlY/s1600/shutterstock_9204163.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-7MW2yoz5pzY/Tj4bCceb39I/AAAAAAAAAkk/XOsdOtj3VlY/s320/shutterstock_9204163.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5637973512331976658" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Just yesterday, we had our evaluation in TN, a pub where I belong and I'd say it's a motivation at the same time a reflection, of our definitions.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Am into this post just so you know that I was somehow awakened and inspired with the statements from them.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;During the performance rating segment, one my colleagues gave himself a 40% in his performance (that's the maximum percentage), and eventually justified the reason why. He said he's doing his job well as a Webpage designer and he even bragged that he can out stand some other professionals teaching in our university *praise for that*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;All he said was true and I can attest to that. He's been working properly and excellently. I even envied him cause though he's a Business Ad student, he has that capability to do the web. I mean, I'm an InfoTech student yet I really don't know what how to do that. haha&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;He's indeed persevering in creating the TN page. He's really intelligent in Programming. You wouldn't believe that he's working in a computer shop though he's, as what I've said, a business ad student.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And then I realized how behind I am in my chosen field. Though I passed all my subjects during my early years as an IT, still I'm not expert at it, I don't even know well about it. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I just wished I still have ample time to learn those things too, before I finally graduate. BTW, he said he'd extend his knowledge to the newbies and to those who wish to learn also - and I think it's me.haha&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So. by the next time he'd call for a tutorial session, I should be prompt and eager.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Yes! am inspired by a webmaster :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://i480.photobucket.com/albums/rr168/THYdowagers/THYdowagers2/heart.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4828162817089650185-8034512616858191397?l=villaprincesa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://villaprincesa.blogspot.com/feeds/8034512616858191397/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4828162817089650185&amp;postID=8034512616858191397&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4828162817089650185/posts/default/8034512616858191397'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4828162817089650185/posts/default/8034512616858191397'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://villaprincesa.blogspot.com/2011/08/webmaster.html' title='WEBMASTER'/><author><name>Rina Rubia</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/101029602997927178981</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh3.googleusercontent.com/-zEpX_3BfHEk/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAA10/xHWPXIb5Dac/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-7MW2yoz5pzY/Tj4bCceb39I/AAAAAAAAAkk/XOsdOtj3VlY/s72-c/shutterstock_9204163.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4828162817089650185.post-695733169465849839</id><published>2011-08-03T18:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-08-03T19:43:08.965-07:00</updated><title type='text'>blessed :)</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-hxRlYV2tlv8/TjoBgvtrGZI/AAAAAAAAAkc/DCyCKudEYiM/s1600/3.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-jzE_MdMYHbg/Tjn_srqgK_I/AAAAAAAAAkU/J5HKkXJB-Pg/s1600/2.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-E7KRhqzkZsU/Tjn-iTecPSI/AAAAAAAAAkM/RrP-ZhgoIbE/s1600/1.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;This post is for the people who preferred to spend their 2nd day of August with me :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;To Papa and Karlo. Fresh from Amlan, though Karlo has paintings to do, they still came and not only wished me a happy birthday but more importantly, celebrated it with the rest of my family :) And though they don't have a present (haha. am just joking) they really made my day complete :). Thank you!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt; Meanwhile, later during the night we watched Insidious, and it's so spine-tingling that it made my night scary! But I wanna watch it again.haha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;To Kislen Tony and Shane. They made my birthday special too :) My sister made the pizza and fettuccine. Would you believe it taste just so perfect? Everyone loved it! Meanwhile, Shane is so naughty and hyper that she thought it's her birthday.haha &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;Thank you!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;To my family in Manila. They weren't able to come they still remembered and extended their wishes to me. They've been calling every now and then to greet me.haha Thank you!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;To Ren. Though we're not in good terms days before my birthday, he still made it memorable. Thank you!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-E7KRhqzkZsU/Tjn-iTecPSI/AAAAAAAAAkM/RrP-ZhgoIbE/s320/1.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5636816273927847202" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px; " /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;The yellow-balloons! Wee! There's nothing else I can say. I LOVE yellow and that's it! :))&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-jzE_MdMYHbg/Tjn_srqgK_I/AAAAAAAAAkU/J5HKkXJB-Pg/s320/2.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5636817551731207154" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 226px; " /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;Shane and I also loved the pink rose and the giant tweety pillow! I think it's not really obvious ^_^ Shane had a nice time taking pics of me but she loved most taking pics of her (as if she's the celebrant) Well, that's okay, Ren loves her too :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-hxRlYV2tlv8/TjoBgvtrGZI/AAAAAAAAAkc/DCyCKudEYiM/s1600/3.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-hxRlYV2tlv8/TjoBgvtrGZI/AAAAAAAAAkc/DCyCKudEYiM/s320/3.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5636819545683073426" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 263px; " /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;The pizza, a huge one (the crust really is so thick) pizza that my sister cooked enticed everyone to take a full bite. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;The fettuccine, a delicious recipe that my sister enjoyed cooking really gained the appetite from all of us. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;And the cake, well, I like it but the one Ren gave me was the best cause it's his tita-made :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;I really had a wonderful 20th and I thanked God so much for letting me celebrate it with my loved ones. I feel so loved and blessed :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;This is just another year of my sojourn, and I hope as I tread my path to where God wants me to be, they would still be there to guide me :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i480.photobucket.com/albums/rr168/THYdowagers/THYdowagers2/heart.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4828162817089650185-695733169465849839?l=villaprincesa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://villaprincesa.blogspot.com/feeds/695733169465849839/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4828162817089650185&amp;postID=695733169465849839&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4828162817089650185/posts/default/695733169465849839'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4828162817089650185/posts/default/695733169465849839'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://villaprincesa.blogspot.com/2011/08/blessed.html' title='blessed :)'/><author><name>Rina Rubia</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/101029602997927178981</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh3.googleusercontent.com/-zEpX_3BfHEk/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAA10/xHWPXIb5Dac/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-E7KRhqzkZsU/Tjn-iTecPSI/AAAAAAAAAkM/RrP-ZhgoIbE/s72-c/1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4828162817089650185.post-8059327183277127158</id><published>2011-07-29T05:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-07-29T17:39:44.112-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Is this sadness am feeling?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-QrtcvWJankc/TjKygR04eDI/AAAAAAAAAkE/9v0W59uM3Sg/s1600/DSC_1047.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-QrtcvWJankc/TjKygR04eDI/AAAAAAAAAkE/9v0W59uM3Sg/s320/DSC_1047.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5634762351404677170" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;JUST A THOUGHT: If everybody deserves a second chance, would it mean we also have the freedom to waste the first one, and keep on depending in the former?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;div&gt;Haiz. I really am feeling poignant and I just can't explain why, perhaps just can't tell you why. My mind clouds with thoughts that keeps me feeling cheerless.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I just hope I'd find solace and eventually be relieved of this upheaval. I hope and pray every little thing that bothers me would swift away. Well, I just wanna really get better.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I hope it can't break me in the worst possible way :|&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://i480.photobucket.com/albums/rr168/THYdowagers/THYdowagers2/heart.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Am sad cause we'll be the first group to defend our research study in one of our Major subjects. TOTALLY sad cause we still got more revisions and makings to do. Worst is, we'll have it right after the Midterms week. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I hope our teacher won't hold us long in giving so much comments and suggestions in our paper works. I mean, comments that keep on changing every now and then of the checking procedure*peace* And I hope we'll be able to carry it through just so well.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img src="http://i480.photobucket.com/albums/rr168/THYdowagers/THYdowagers2/heart.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm still in the 2nd Chapter of the ten chapters of the Jose Rizal book which our professor required us to study for Midterm exam -- yet it's already haunting me. I just perceived that memorizing almost everything of the 10 Chapters makes me panic, including my Political Science subject in which we are required to memorize the Preamble down to Article 7 of the 1987 Philippine Constitution. Oh what an agony :|&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm planning to take some mind-sharpening capsules to help me, watcha think? :D Seriously, I need to really memorize it with heart.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img src="http://i480.photobucket.com/albums/rr168/THYdowagers/THYdowagers2/heart.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I feel sad on the constant raining that's happening in Manila though the PAGASA said that the typhoon 'Juaning' has already untouched the country's territory. I felt sad with the victims of the said calamity that's been flashing every now and then on the internet.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I just hope God would protect us from further danger, especially to my family who are residing there. I pray everything's gonna be fine. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Goodnight fellas! Need to improve our research paper. So please help me God :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4828162817089650185-8059327183277127158?l=villaprincesa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://villaprincesa.blogspot.com/feeds/8059327183277127158/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4828162817089650185&amp;postID=8059327183277127158&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4828162817089650185/posts/default/8059327183277127158'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4828162817089650185/posts/default/8059327183277127158'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://villaprincesa.blogspot.com/2011/07/is-this-sadness-am-feeling.html' title='Is this sadness am feeling?'/><author><name>Rina Rubia</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/101029602997927178981</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh3.googleusercontent.com/-zEpX_3BfHEk/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAA10/xHWPXIb5Dac/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-QrtcvWJankc/TjKygR04eDI/AAAAAAAAAkE/9v0W59uM3Sg/s72-c/DSC_1047.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4828162817089650185.post-2344056913174256782</id><published>2011-07-26T16:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-07-26T17:02:57.049-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Pee giggles :D</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ahqAqoLrqe4/Ti9O-QAXOxI/AAAAAAAAAjs/JdNHNV5n12Q/s1600/pee.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 306px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ahqAqoLrqe4/Ti9O-QAXOxI/AAAAAAAAAjs/JdNHNV5n12Q/s320/pee.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5633808490219125522" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;5:35 am. That’s exactly the time did my bladder woke me up. It giggles me to go and have a pee. My nerve still wanted to have a little rest on bed but it doesn’t prevail. So, together with my niece, who was then awake earlier than I, forcibly went downstairs, leaving me in haste, doing the pee-pee dance while heading to the toilet until I finally sat onto the bowl – that’s then I realized how I really should’ve take a pee beforehand :D&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;So after the relief, I thought of going back to bed since my class would still start at 10 am. However, my silly niece stop me from doing so and instead asked for a cup of Milo. I pleaded childishly to her if I can go back to sleep but she just showed me a heartbreaking countenance, in which again I forcibly endure. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;So I turned left to the kitchen and made her a cup of Milo, then I thought of making my own cup of coffee by the way. We both settle in front of the TV and do some repose. She turned on the TV and pressed 2 and 1 of the remote control, leading the two of us to her Disney channel. Oh sometimes -- like this times-- I hate that, so I asked the remote control from her and changed the channel into 18. Power puff girls – this is better than Pocoyo cause a least they’re conversing, we wouldn't keep on guessing what they’re actually doing :D&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;From time to time, I changed the channel to hunt for better movies somewhere on the TV, but I unfortunately didn’t find one. So I leave the TV with my niece while I’m here – stuck on the computer, trying to make myself busy in some stuff, and in updating my blog. Little did I know that she has been outside, busy shooing the chickens which are then piercing out the petals of our pretty flowers outside ;) She looks so cute with those gestures whom you wouldn't thought acting just so well with her early 5th -- as if she was really angry and concern, when actually, she just happened to liked staying awhile outside :D *I certainly hope not*&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Now I think I’m coming to end this post soon. So I just wanted to wish you a healthy and blessed day ahead :) Have a fabulous day people!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;*I knew it all along -- I wouldn't be able to go back to bed cause my nerves are all alive and kicking now. In fact, I don't feel like doing what I've promised to myself earlier -- that 'when my sister wakes up for Shane, I'd surely go back and have more sleep'*&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i480.photobucket.com/albums/rr168/THYdowagers/THYdowagers2/heart.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;*Glory be to God*&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4828162817089650185-2344056913174256782?l=villaprincesa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://villaprincesa.blogspot.com/feeds/2344056913174256782/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4828162817089650185&amp;postID=2344056913174256782&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4828162817089650185/posts/default/2344056913174256782'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4828162817089650185/posts/default/2344056913174256782'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://villaprincesa.blogspot.com/2011/07/pee-giggles-d.html' title='The Pee giggles :D'/><author><name>Rina Rubia</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/101029602997927178981</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh3.googleusercontent.com/-zEpX_3BfHEk/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAA10/xHWPXIb5Dac/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ahqAqoLrqe4/Ti9O-QAXOxI/AAAAAAAAAjs/JdNHNV5n12Q/s72-c/pee.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4828162817089650185.post-173126702828912997</id><published>2011-07-25T22:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-07-25T23:29:57.069-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The weather forks!</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ztdjVGFje3M/Ti5cLWaGMXI/AAAAAAAAAjk/7_rRJnnyDCY/s1600/r2.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ztdjVGFje3M/Ti5cLWaGMXI/AAAAAAAAAjk/7_rRJnnyDCY/s320/r2.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5633541533950423410" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Yesterday, &lt;span style="mso-spacerun:yes"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="mso-spacerun:yes"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;I felt that gloomy substance that’s persisting inside me. I usually feel this awkwardness whenever rain pours ahead of my day. So just after our teacher in History dismissed the class, I decided to go home directly. Aside from chasing the time when Pnoy is about to deliver his SONA, a part of me urged to settle inside and curl on couch. The weather forks!&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;******&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Later that night while we’re having our dinner, I can’t help but to sip two cups and one more cup of the tasty soup which my sister cooked. A piece of chicken and a little of chopsuey made me really full. What I hate most during rainy season is that my appetite doesn't seem to loosen and my craving for more delicious foods doesn’t seem to end. I don’t know how that happens but it’s not helping me. I’ve wanted to lose weight because my friends notice I get too chubby-chubby. So I’d better watch my every morsel to prevent them from keeping the same statement :P. The weather forks!&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;*******&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Early this morning, Tue, while I was about to have my shower did I found out that the hair conditioner has depleted. I’m so worried for my hair would tangle and get frizz right after a natural drying. I tried going outside to buy even in sachet but to no avail. The stores nearby are still closed and I don’t wanna keep on searching with only shirt and a pair of pajama I'm wearing. I was forced to have a bath without a hair conditioner. I just hope that this Vitress I applied onto my hair won’t let me down. The weather forks!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://i480.photobucket.com/albums/rr168/THYdowagers/THYdowagers2/heart.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Well, I just thank bby kulet and bby paxawai -- my so cute stuff toys! -- who are always willing to give me a cuddle. It makes me warm and comfortable :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4828162817089650185-173126702828912997?l=villaprincesa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://villaprincesa.blogspot.com/feeds/173126702828912997/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4828162817089650185&amp;postID=173126702828912997&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4828162817089650185/posts/default/173126702828912997'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4828162817089650185/posts/default/173126702828912997'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://villaprincesa.blogspot.com/2011/07/weather-forks.html' title='The weather forks!'/><author><name>Rina Rubia</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/101029602997927178981</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh3.googleusercontent.com/-zEpX_3BfHEk/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAA10/xHWPXIb5Dac/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ztdjVGFje3M/Ti5cLWaGMXI/AAAAAAAAAjk/7_rRJnnyDCY/s72-c/r2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4828162817089650185.post-561910464738770489</id><published>2011-07-25T02:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-07-25T23:27:32.296-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Pnoy's SONA 2011</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-89yYQMhV3tQ/Ti1QlXd-QGI/AAAAAAAAAjc/A1HJWZr9xqw/s1600/PNOY%2BSONA%2B2011.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 110px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-89yYQMhV3tQ/Ti1QlXd-QGI/AAAAAAAAAjc/A1HJWZr9xqw/s320/PNOY%2BSONA%2B2011.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5633247311795470434" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" align="center" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: center; line-height: normal; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you’re not part of the solution, then you’re the problem.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; "&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; line-height: normal; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; "&gt;Just an hour ago, I had witnessed in full length the State of the Nation Address, commonly known as SONA of our 15th Philippine President Benigno Aquino III before the Congress.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; "&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; line-height: normal; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; "&gt;Well, at the outset I was really impressed listening to him in Tagalog dialect. He was the first President ever who delivered SONA in Tagalog. Some had initiated conversing in the dialect but leaving the rest of their speech in English.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; "&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; line-height: normal; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; "&gt;Practically speaking, he was able to communicate well on his audience down to ordinary citizens of the country. Some of the foreigners who were present during his SONA didn't comprehend much of the speech, its for the Filipinos anyway. Speaking in mother-tongue language gradually compelled the Filipinos in obtaining the core purpose of his speech in the first place. And that's what makes me writing this post -- cause of a brief and explicable composition.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; "&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; line-height: normal; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; "&gt;Moreover, he had able to differentiate the condition of the Filipinos and the State during the past administration and had able to connote a remarkable change that we are presently experiencing. This includes the low rate of hungriness, unemployment, corruption and some other awful predicaments that the nation is suffering.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; "&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; line-height: normal; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; "&gt;Furthermore, the curbing of “wang-wang” mentality and form of governance among Local Government Units, government officials and employers, and even among the private sectors had he mentioned its proper implementation. He cited some persons who used their position and eventually stole the wealth of the nation, leaving the vulnerable innocents suppressed and deteriorated.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; "&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; line-height: normal; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; "&gt;Indeed, for me the SONA was an illustration of the sincerity of the pledge of the present administration, and the leeway of what they more to achieve for years to come. It had, somehow persuaded the majority to stop the crab mentality instead help one another; discourage the loathe instead cooperate for the success of each; stop keeping one’s self in looking for flaws of others instead support to every endeavor.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; "&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; line-height: normal; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; "&gt;Some were disgusted with his speech, especially the opposition urging to counter-check if the accomplishments Pnoy had mentioned were really true. But the issue here isn’t about the "futility" of the president in governing the country; the issue here is that what we Filipinos can contribute to the positive change that we are trying to acquire.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; "&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; line-height: normal; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; "&gt;We always look for other’s fault, but we don't assess ourselves before seizing others. We want change, but we never volunteer to be the solution for the problem. We always criticize to show weren't in favor of something yet we never dare to favor to the steadfast of simple rules.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; "&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; line-height: normal; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; "&gt;We don’t realize that no matter how our lungs run dry opposing the power to rule of the present administration, we won’t ever be successful because we are in a Democratic country wherein majority rules. You cannot defy the decision of the majority. Moreover, we don’t realize that no matter how we dislike the president, it’s not a pretext to go against the government.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; "&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; line-height: normal; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; "&gt;Therefore, we should realize that the fate of change lies in our own hands and not with other’s. Stop blaming others for our terrible plights. Stop depending our future with those who can partially help us. Stop acting as if we care for the common good when we only want our personal intention.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; "&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" align="center" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: center; line-height: normal; "&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; "&gt;STOP COMPLAINING. MOVE THAT LAZY BONE AND NOT YOUR FILTHY MOUTH. STAND UP AND DO YOUR PART. SHOW AT LEAST WHAT YOU'VE GOT.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman', serif; color: black; "&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; "&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif; color: black; "&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman', serif; color: black; "&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4828162817089650185-561910464738770489?l=villaprincesa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://villaprincesa.blogspot.com/feeds/561910464738770489/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4828162817089650185&amp;postID=561910464738770489&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4828162817089650185/posts/default/561910464738770489'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4828162817089650185/posts/default/561910464738770489'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://villaprincesa.blogspot.com/2011/07/pnoys-sona-2011.html' title='Pnoy&apos;s SONA 2011'/><author><name>Rina Rubia</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/101029602997927178981</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh3.googleusercontent.com/-zEpX_3BfHEk/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAA10/xHWPXIb5Dac/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-89yYQMhV3tQ/Ti1QlXd-QGI/AAAAAAAAAjc/A1HJWZr9xqw/s72-c/PNOY%2BSONA%2B2011.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4828162817089650185.post-631118431160860814</id><published>2011-07-17T05:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-07-17T06:22:52.285-07:00</updated><title type='text'>random *sweet* thoughts</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;I've read his monthsary article for me and I'd say it's really impressing. haha Ren has really exerted an effort. Imagine waking up early dawn at about 2am just to post that *SPEECHLESS* message? Yea, God really is good because He sent you safe there and He really let you used the 8th PC unit :) Papa Jesus really do wanna inspire you cause that's my favorite number.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;Your post for me was really appreciated. I soo love it! And I'm so thankful cause in your own little *SWEET* way, you were able to convey what's on your heart, and thank you cause I share the biggest part in it :) I love you not just for updating your blog nor for doing a great effort. I love you cause of the sincerity in your post that resides..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;Happy 30th monthsary :) Hey, this isn't a reply post for what you've done. haha this is due to my own will. aw?hehe&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;May GOD BLESS our&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt; relationship :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ttCA74czfpM/TiLefPrkAhI/AAAAAAAAAi8/NI9HCrvgBP4/s320/Image013.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5630307112533099026" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px; " /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i480.photobucket.com/albums/rr168/THYdowagers/THYdowagers2/heart.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;Yesterday, Shane had her 5th birthday at Wuthering heights Resort. Karlo used to had his party there too. Cause of its nice and cool ambiance and welcoming breeze, its fascinating to stay awhile. Well, I'm glad Shane was happy with her family and friends :) Glad also for the surprises her parents had gave her :) Glad we had great time!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Oh6BRnZLxn4/TiLewsDlREI/AAAAAAAAAjE/nTxTyi713yY/s320/Image000.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5630307412207813698" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px; " /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;For more details, refer to my sister's FB :))&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i480.photobucket.com/albums/rr168/THYdowagers/THYdowagers2/heart.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;Tomorrow's gonna be a tough day cause weekend's over. Hope I'll be able to do good at my studies. Also, hope for the better health for my family. I love my family for motivating me to strive even more :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-R6ILjnDjqYQ/TiLfEq8coYI/AAAAAAAAAjM/tFp-6VVOqLQ/s320/24122010%2528002%2529.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5630307755506835842" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px; " /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;May GOD BLESS us always :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4828162817089650185-631118431160860814?l=villaprincesa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://villaprincesa.blogspot.com/feeds/631118431160860814/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4828162817089650185&amp;postID=631118431160860814&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4828162817089650185/posts/default/631118431160860814'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4828162817089650185/posts/default/631118431160860814'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://villaprincesa.blogspot.com/2011/07/random-sweet-thoughts.html' title='random *sweet* thoughts'/><author><name>Rina Rubia</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/101029602997927178981</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh3.googleusercontent.com/-zEpX_3BfHEk/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAA10/xHWPXIb5Dac/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ttCA74czfpM/TiLefPrkAhI/AAAAAAAAAi8/NI9HCrvgBP4/s72-c/Image013.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4828162817089650185.post-2316814013010224239</id><published>2011-06-18T21:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-06-19T21:19:38.214-07:00</updated><title type='text'>meet my dad :)</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-D2Zu_feOjpM/Tf1-ZfRAjKI/AAAAAAAAAi0/92qm5OoeGvs/s1600/IMG_0033.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-D2Zu_feOjpM/Tf1-ZfRAjKI/AAAAAAAAAi0/92qm5OoeGvs/s320/IMG_0033.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5619786886382914722" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;Being a father is not an easy task. Cause imagine, you've got to be the bravest and most gentle man of all. Brave cause you'll be the foundation of courage among the family, and gentle so you won't look fearful at all times.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;So her's the rub. Lemme share to you the not-s0-brave and the not-so-gentle dad of mine :) *evil laugh*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;My dad is definitely not brave. He's a superman. He works for us 24/7. He always accepts 'overtimes' to sustain our basic needs. He wanted to be a good, if not best father to us. Though busy, he always find time for us. During Sundays, he always bring us out, and make quality time with each other.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;He's absolutely not gentle. He's really the villain.haha I remembered when I was little, I would oftentimes hide at mom's back cause he's gonna spank me. And when he doesn't want something I did, he'll reprimand. I should always behave well. Well, that was then. I realized it's for our better.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;My dad, though most of us are aloof with him, I'd say, he's the best dad. And the most gentleman among all. He'd like to see us safe and comfortable. He'd like to make the better out of us. In fact, though I'm afraid to him, we're really close. He's cranky yet naughty. He'd always piss me off. Giggling me around when he's doing nothing and disturbing me when I'm doing something. He would always make my niece cry, and make me comfort my niece at the end. he always make fun around, and make us giggle and laugh. Sometimes I think my dad's returning to young age :))&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;Seriously, I love my dad. I love him firstly cause he loves my mom so much! Second, I love him cause he is trying to be a good dad for us and a good grandpa to my nieces, and third, cause he's loving us until now :) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;Happy father's day pa!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i480.photobucket.com/albums/rr168/THYdowagers/THYdowagers2/heart.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4828162817089650185-2316814013010224239?l=villaprincesa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://villaprincesa.blogspot.com/feeds/2316814013010224239/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4828162817089650185&amp;postID=2316814013010224239&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4828162817089650185/posts/default/2316814013010224239'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4828162817089650185/posts/default/2316814013010224239'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://villaprincesa.blogspot.com/2011/06/meet-my-dad.html' title='meet my dad :)'/><author><name>Rina Rubia</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/101029602997927178981</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh3.googleusercontent.com/-zEpX_3BfHEk/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAA10/xHWPXIb5Dac/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-D2Zu_feOjpM/Tf1-ZfRAjKI/AAAAAAAAAi0/92qm5OoeGvs/s72-c/IMG_0033.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4828162817089650185.post-6200568663104736634</id><published>2011-06-12T00:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-06-13T21:41:43.736-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The most expensive word to have</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-dIEMz5MG5Ig/TfR3LZW-DHI/AAAAAAAAACw/mwfe8AQ7zeM/s1600/Forgiveness.png" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 220px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-dIEMz5MG5Ig/TfR3LZW-DHI/AAAAAAAAACw/mwfe8AQ7zeM/s320/Forgiveness.png" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5617245672907345010" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;"Sorry", they say is one of the most difficult words to say. However, as I come to realize, is saying sorry the hardest part, or the process of forgiving? Even giving forgiveness itself. It's like a piece of fad being sold in a high-class shopping mall, costing you pounds of bucks.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;Early this morning, we attended a mass. It has been our daily life repose to attend soul-purifying sessions. Okay, Rev. Fr Jumawan, our barangay priest, had talked about forgiveness, and how hard it is to bestow to others especially to the ones we had a dispute. He said it's a fact that it's really hard to accept that person again, give your trust to him and perhaps live your life again, with him. And at most cases, though you were able to forgive him, still, the scar is visible and of course, irremovable.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;However, Fr. Jumawan also reminded us that we should never get tired of giving 'second chances' to those who had cause us pain. For if Christ the Lord had able to forgive our mortal sins, so we should the most. Only then we will be free from the pain. He also remarked that it's not really the pain of hurt we're suffering into , instead, the pain of being imprisoned to the idea that we are hurt by certain person, and we think it'll last a lifetime. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;Yea, I highly agree on that. I even find it a bit obscure whenever we're guilty, we want others to forgive us easily. We explain a lot, defend with them a lot, and even blame them in the end, for being so hard. But when it's them who needs our forgiveness, we find just no way to accept their apology. We find it so unfair to trust them again just that. And no matter how pales of tears shed, still we opt to remain so damn numb.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;Yea, it's hard to forgive. So hard. But remember, let's just put on our vocabulary that the only way to free ourselves from the pain of yesterday, is to heartily forgive and totally forget. Let's always remember the goodness of the Lord, who forgave our sins and saved our lives from death.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;Corollary, forgiveness is not just about forgiving others. And absolutely not just for them.. It's for yourself, for your way of finally getting well and eventually moving on :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium; "&gt;&lt;img src="http://i480.photobucket.com/albums/rr168/THYdowagers/THYdowagers2/heart.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium; "&gt;Let's all face tomorrow with pure insights!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4828162817089650185-6200568663104736634?l=villaprincesa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://villaprincesa.blogspot.com/feeds/6200568663104736634/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4828162817089650185&amp;postID=6200568663104736634&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4828162817089650185/posts/default/6200568663104736634'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4828162817089650185/posts/default/6200568663104736634'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://villaprincesa.blogspot.com/2011/06/forgiveness.html' title='The most expensive word to have'/><author><name>Rina Rubia</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/101029602997927178981</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh3.googleusercontent.com/-zEpX_3BfHEk/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAA10/xHWPXIb5Dac/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-dIEMz5MG5Ig/TfR3LZW-DHI/AAAAAAAAACw/mwfe8AQ7zeM/s72-c/Forgiveness.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4828162817089650185.post-8091757831640864970</id><published>2011-05-31T04:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-06-03T00:23:03.655-07:00</updated><title type='text'>ill-at-ease :)</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-XyJPiKsOb1g/TeTfFxwFQyI/AAAAAAAAAio/CaxyJMTWHKE/s1600/good-day-13.gif" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 205px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-XyJPiKsOb1g/TeTfFxwFQyI/AAAAAAAAAio/CaxyJMTWHKE/s320/good-day-13.gif" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5612856325957829410" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;Just when I thought everything has ended, you stand out and believe in me... the power that the two of us have -- faithful love.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;It's been months already when our relationship became so vague. It's been how many days when we weren't able to be with each other. Even to communicate thru phone, it's becoming quite infrequent. I swear, these are not the things I wanted to happen, but it's all coming on us.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;Apparently, we have busy schedules. We have OJT, mine is quite far from where he's working. So it's really hard for us to find valuable time. Mostly, I stayed at my hometown (where I'm having my internship). Or if not, I stay in the city but has no time to be with him though. Well, for some valid excuses -- tired of the long ride, tired of the work or just feeling tired (sometimes, we can feel that without reasons to supply).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;A day after our heavy trip with my family, I felt a pain some part in my chest, or is it in the shoulder? I'm not sure. But I'm feeling so queasy I'd say. It's the first time that I experienced it, and though if it's not, still I'd be feeling so uneasy, worried and tired.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;He asked me out for so many times now, but I still couldn't get going. Besides, it's also sizzling hot outside. I can't afford to saturate my being, of course, his' also, under the heat of the sun. So I opted to settle inside. Yea, I really wanna be with him, but if this would cause an outwear of my shoulder ache, I'd rather not.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;So eventually, I asked for an apology and promised him next time, when I get a bit better. And he agreed. He understands and he asked me to take care of myself and have a snug rest. That's what I did then. I don't want him to become upset for the next time.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;Luckily, in God's will, we had a whiles, pretty good moment :) Yey! Finally *sigh* I really missed his company. His kkulitan!hihi I explained to him my situation, what I'm feeling and why we haven't been together for quite long. He also explained his feeling on that cases I presented. We argued, yea. But we comprehended, we compromised, and finally we're good now! *Thanks Papa Jesus*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;I know, this isn't the first time we had this difficulty. But as what you're always telling me, this isn't also the time we should be weaken, instead be more stronger enough to face another circumstances ahead our way. We should always understand, and pray for guidance :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i480.photobucket.com/albums/rr168/THYdowagers/THYdowagers2/heart.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;Oh anyway, I've had a great time being with you. I swear :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;script&gt;&lt;br /&gt;document.write('&lt;fb:comments numposts="10" width="550"&gt;&lt;/fb:comments&gt;');&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/script&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4828162817089650185-8091757831640864970?l=villaprincesa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://villaprincesa.blogspot.com/feeds/8091757831640864970/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4828162817089650185&amp;postID=8091757831640864970&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4828162817089650185/posts/default/8091757831640864970'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4828162817089650185/posts/default/8091757831640864970'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://villaprincesa.blogspot.com/2011/05/ill-at-ease.html' title='ill-at-ease :)'/><author><name>Rina Rubia</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/101029602997927178981</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh3.googleusercontent.com/-zEpX_3BfHEk/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAA10/xHWPXIb5Dac/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-XyJPiKsOb1g/TeTfFxwFQyI/AAAAAAAAAio/CaxyJMTWHKE/s72-c/good-day-13.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4828162817089650185.post-6451655172096955845</id><published>2011-05-29T06:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-05-29T07:15:22.205-07:00</updated><title type='text'>exhausted</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-IJ0pkqeMFv8/TeJRIRn4u9I/AAAAAAAAAig/9n0qOWsURos/s1600/8.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-IJ0pkqeMFv8/TeJRIRn4u9I/AAAAAAAAAig/9n0qOWsURos/s320/8.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5612137288268561362" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Well, I opted to name my post as "exhausted" cause it literally speaks about my situation, both physically and mentally.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Physically, cause I really am tired of endless sleepless nights and tasks to be done, especially at home where I am obliged to do certain household chores ( I had my whole week at hometown). Plus, the various works after my Lolo's death (I'm certain and I'm confident that my Lolo is in peace now, and that he's happy to be with our Savior Jesus Christ ) -- the endless 'coffee' nights, vigils, overnights, playing card games and dishes washing (good thing my cousins are helpful enough)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Two days before my lolo's last farewell, I enrolled myself. It was, though not as tougher as the previous enrollment, still it was tough :) -- queses were everywhere, photocopies were here and there, processing of papers seems no ending, plus the irritating heat of the sun -- all you must need to undergo to finally call yourself a true blue Norsunian.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Mentally, well I find it (my experiences) mind-exhausting cause it really makes me dull, perhaps dumb. It would be a week after 'til our official class starts, yet I've find it hard to have time to review some of my past notes, even to scan them (esp math-my hardest subject!). My first day of class would mean a total scratch... of everything. Add up the seminar workshop that the pub will undertake this Friday. We're aware we're not that prepared enough but still we will be pursuing the event so our weekly issues won't be compromised (I hope and pray everything will turn out just fine).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;We also had our family outing -- I mean, we totally gone wild (is that the right term?haha) cause we swam like there's no tomorrow :D We really enjoyed a lot, and of course, got tired a lot more. LOLs were everywhere. We had a pool game (papa was fond of getting my cousins drown.haha)I find it an opportunity to exercise also *toinks* (in swimming, all your body parts are working out; else you get drown :D) We make every moment remarkable cause it's hard to look for a better time to gather all the relatives (though it's all RUBIANS only). Still, we enjoyed cause we knew, we're one big happy family :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;We'll surely miss this stuff :) Until next gathering guys! :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i480.photobucket.com/albums/rr168/THYdowagers/THYdowagers2/heart.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Am still feeling soo exhausted.huhu and that's...&lt;br /&gt;FINAL :|&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/4828162817089650185-6451655172096955845?l=villaprincesa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://villaprincesa.blogspot.com/feeds/6451655172096955845/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4828162817089650185&amp;postID=6451655172096955845&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4828162817089650185/posts/default/6451655172096955845'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4828162817089650185/posts/default/6451655172096955845'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://villaprincesa.blogspot.com/2011/05/exhausted.html' title='exhausted'/><author><name>Rina Rubia</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/101029602997927178981</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh3.googleusercontent.com/-zEpX_3BfHEk/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAA10/xHWPXIb5Dac/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-IJ0pkqeMFv8/TeJRIRn4u9I/AAAAAAAAAig/9n0qOWsURos/s72-c/8.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4828162817089650185.post-7770863934231217070</id><published>2011-05-06T18:54:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-05-07T04:12:19.739-07:00</updated><title type='text'>to my Mama :))</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-puxxQt1cG1U/TcS0L5y6evI/AAAAAAAAAiI/11kyH16_GBw/s1600/mama.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 246px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-puxxQt1cG1U/TcS0L5y6evI/AAAAAAAAAiI/11kyH16_GBw/s320/mama.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5603801952941669106" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;If i were to be born again and choose another mom, I would go and find you and prefer to be with you forever. Cause no other mom would befit my desire for life than you do :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;That's how much I love my mom. My super wonder Mama. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;She never forgets to wake up early morning to prepare the most delicious breakfast for us, the most neat and well- ironed clothes we wear for school, the well-dressed sandwich for our snack -- that's how she starts her morning, and for her, that's the most pleasurable thing she does for us -- giving real sunshine to our day.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;Even before the ring bells, Mom is already waiting patiently outside the gate to fetch us up. Her smile makes me feel at ease with all the pressures that my class has given me. She checks my back if it's perspired and changes the towel that she put on earlier. Then we'll walk off home.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;At home, she already cooked the most delicious lunch for us. She taught me how to eat vegetables, she said I should always eat them cause it'll make me strong, and so I did eat them. She washes the plates afterwards, and sends me to bed. She said I'm too naught before. Too naughty that she'll even fell asleep ahead on me, while I'm left playing my toys. She'll wake up cause of my scruffiness and then she'll put me to sleep again. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;In the afternoon, she prepares our great snacks. And she let us play afterwards. While outside, she never forget to watch us playing with other kids, she's there to guide us. When we get wounded cause of our weakness, she pulls me up and cleans my sore. Sometimes, she reprimands the other kids who bully us. She then lead us home and play with us in any ways.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;She didn't want to see us frown. She loves us so much. That even though there are still piles of works that are waiting for her, she never replaced us with those. She's after our sake, our happiness, our goodness. When we have problems, she's there to listen eagerly, without hesitations. She always prioritize us than anything, even with herself. That's how she loves us.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;When the sun sets, she's already busy preparing for our dinner, she cooks another delicious food that can suffice us all. After which, we all watch movie together, exchanging laughs and jokes, experiences to school, work, love life and just about anything -- the thing is, we strengthen the bonding between our family and we keep the closeness and thoughtfulness for each other.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;And then we go to sleep. My mom would lead the prayer and we follow together. She said we shouldn't forget to give thanks to Papa Jesus and Mama Mary, to apologize for our sins, and to ask for guidance and good health. And she'll hug us tight and kisses our night sweetly.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;I love you Mama! There's no words that can best explain how much blessed I am to have you. You're really wonderful, and I thank God for giving the best mom in this world. I would forever be glad and thankful for all your good deeds to me, to us. And I'll do my very best to give back all the love and sacrifices that you did just to give us a good life. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;I love you Mama! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium; "&gt;&lt;img src="http://i480.photobucket.com/albums/rr168/THYdowagers/THYdowagers2/heart.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4828162817089650185-7770863934231217070?l=villaprincesa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://villaprincesa.blogspot.com/feeds/7770863934231217070/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4828162817089650185&amp;postID=7770863934231217070&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4828162817089650185/posts/default/7770863934231217070'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4828162817089650185/posts/default/7770863934231217070'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://villaprincesa.blogspot.com/2011/05/to-my-mama.html' title='to my Mama :))'/><author><name>Rina Rubia</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/101029602997927178981</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh3.googleusercontent.com/-zEpX_3BfHEk/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAA10/xHWPXIb5Dac/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-puxxQt1cG1U/TcS0L5y6evI/AAAAAAAAAiI/11kyH16_GBw/s72-c/mama.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4828162817089650185.post-1371081981383970834</id><published>2011-04-08T04:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-04-08T05:27:08.322-07:00</updated><title type='text'>They never fail me</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-4Rez7eUM124/TZ77ytSJcgI/AAAAAAAAAiA/DLolOWprOz8/s1600/2.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 251px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-4Rez7eUM124/TZ77ytSJcgI/AAAAAAAAAiA/DLolOWprOz8/s320/2.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5593184635808477698" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-4Rez7eUM124/TZ77ytSJcgI/AAAAAAAAAiA/DLolOWprOz8/s1600/2.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;They never fail&lt;/span&gt; --- &lt;b&gt;to disappoint me.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I was very dissapointed with how the registrar office personnel treated me this day (as if this is the first time)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Well, to talk a bit detail about it, early this morning, I passed my evaluation form to the registrar office to have it evaluated for my internship. Yea, I know -- to start processing all the necessary papers just this day is really bad. But I have a valid excuse, and everyone has. In fact, there are lots of students who are not yet enrolled -- either in internship or in summer classes.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Well, for me, that P1,350.00 worth of the OJT enrollment is really hard to acquire. Good thing the cashier's office said that we can at least pay P350.00 ahead while pay the rest only before the OJT term ends. Plus, the 350-hour internship cannot suffice the 2 -month summer that I have -- we only duty 8 hours a day, 4 weeks per month and  for only 2-months time, which means we can only duty 320 hours within 2 months at the most. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;--------------------&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I returned to the said office after taking my lunch cause I still have lots of processes to undergo before I could finally enroll myself. I was asked by one of the staff to wait for it and so I did.  So I thought there was a chance. I waited patiently before them, I opt to stay at the edge so they can really get an eye of me, and so they will follow-up, I wish. I hoped that I could get it so I can proceed. I saw the other staff get my evaluation form and handed it to the one in-charge in evaluating the grades. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;BUT Imagine, I waited there 1pm until 3:30pm, only to find out that I still can't have it 'til monday. Like what??? You let me wait here for so long and I can only get that mocking answer? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;"Miss, sa Monday na jud dagay ng imo evaluation form," the staff said. I was totally dismayed with that approach. She should have told me that earlier so I didn't waste my time standing in front of them, waiting for NOTHING! "Ha? Nya ngano karon pa man mo niingon?" I said in dismay. They just replied with their sarcastic smirks.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Haiz. Yea, I know it's my fault since the start -- I STARTED LATE. But I think, that has nothing to do with their attitude. Yea, I might have started very late, but that shouldn't be the reason for them to hold my evaluation form, and a hundred more of it! They say that I'm still number 90, I guess, so which means, there are lots of evaluation forms that are not yet intact.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Set aside my fault,  the problem is, they're giving instructions, time and date, as an assurance to people who needs their service. Yet, when that time and date come, more often than not, they failed. I wish they realize that not all people has the luxury of time to go on the time and day they are saying yet have nothing in the end. I wish they realize the importance of other people's expense.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i480.photobucket.com/albums/rr168/THYdowagers/THYdowagers2/heart.gif" border="0" /&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/4828162817089650185-1371081981383970834?l=villaprincesa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://villaprincesa.blogspot.com/feeds/1371081981383970834/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4828162817089650185&amp;postID=1371081981383970834&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4828162817089650185/posts/default/1371081981383970834'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4828162817089650185/posts/default/1371081981383970834'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://villaprincesa.blogspot.com/2011/04/they-never-fail-me.html' title='They never fail me'/><author><name>Rina Rubia</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/101029602997927178981</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh3.googleusercontent.com/-zEpX_3BfHEk/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAA10/xHWPXIb5Dac/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-4Rez7eUM124/TZ77ytSJcgI/AAAAAAAAAiA/DLolOWprOz8/s72-c/2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4828162817089650185.post-2553442486648758257</id><published>2011-04-03T05:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-04-03T06:08:17.025-07:00</updated><title type='text'>let's give it a try</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-yN1qCLbjJ3c/TZhvZ9jR3_I/AAAAAAAAAh4/ZbEZDj5FYak/s1600/1.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 256px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-yN1qCLbjJ3c/TZhvZ9jR3_I/AAAAAAAAAh4/ZbEZDj5FYak/s320/1.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5591341429190418418" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Tomorrow will be the start of my 350-hour internship. I applied in the rural bank of amlan, where my hometown is, as a savings clerk. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Fortunately, I was hired and the manager even asked my availability to start. However, I explained that I still have to work on my internship enrollment and all the necessary papers for me to make it official. Well, saying official here means am gonna start working my 350 hours providing that am already enrolled in the subject, else, it won't be counted.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Unfortunately, am not yet done working with the paper stuff and am even in the process of evaluating my grades yet. First, I've been very busy with some things, I've been preoccupied with things I opt to consider. Anyhow, I believe there's still an ample time to complete my papers for internship, since some of my classmates haven't started yet.haha&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Lucky enough, I've good friends to help me, thanks to Realie for agreeing to my favor of helping me finish my requirements since she'll has her duty inside school only. I asked her help in paying all the necessary fees and in signing various forms, and to finally let me enroll in the internship class. Thanks much! :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Tomorrow will also be the moment where I could be acquainted with my job definition and perhaps, with different kinds of people that I'll be working with and i'll be dealing with. Am I gonna undergo orientation? ^^ I certainly hope so! am already imagining the moment I'll step into the door without having idea on what to do, where to go and how to start.lol&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;However, am confident enough that my uncle, who also helped me to get the job, will extend his goodness to me by tomorrow. I know he won't put me into shame, yea. Am also looking forward to another set of smiles that my co-workers will show me to uplift my spirit towards my job.aw? Also, Papa Jesus in guiding and blessing every work that I ought to do by tomorrow.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Papa will send me to the place early tomorrow since my duty will start at 8am. Mama on the other hand will cook a delicious breakfast for me to face the day and my job accordingly. My niece to brighten my day wit her joyful smile. Also Ren, who'll also work tomorrow :) Thank you po!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I just hope and pray that everything's gonna be fine :) Good luck also to my batch mates who'll be working tomorrow, who are already starting, and to those who are still looking for a job. We can do this guys, Aja! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://i480.photobucket.com/albums/rr168/THYdowagers/THYdowagers2/heart.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Hey, my job will be a data-based :) am gonna work on MS excel or access maybe. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4828162817089650185-2553442486648758257?l=villaprincesa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://villaprincesa.blogspot.com/feeds/2553442486648758257/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4828162817089650185&amp;postID=2553442486648758257&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4828162817089650185/posts/default/2553442486648758257'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4828162817089650185/posts/default/2553442486648758257'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://villaprincesa.blogspot.com/2011/04/lets-give-it-try.html' title='let&apos;s give it a try'/><author><name>Rina Rubia</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/101029602997927178981</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh3.googleusercontent.com/-zEpX_3BfHEk/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAA10/xHWPXIb5Dac/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-yN1qCLbjJ3c/TZhvZ9jR3_I/AAAAAAAAAh4/ZbEZDj5FYak/s72-c/1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4828162817089650185.post-3916518339507539076</id><published>2011-03-26T03:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-03-26T04:49:27.469-07:00</updated><title type='text'>amboriing! :x</title><content type='html'>&lt;center style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-l7BzRy4ixqI/TY3SMc98GwI/AAAAAAAAAhw/6TDR4gPOji4/s1600/1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; 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I’m stuck here in the house with my niece for the whole day. Mama and Papa went to our hometown to visit my Lola’s tomb cause today is her birthday. *Happy Birthday Lola!*&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p face="trebuchet ms" class="MsoNormal"&gt;My niece wanted to go with them but the weather really sucks, so they put her under my care.I’m thinking of going downtown cause I’m looking for something I’ll be needing for my OJT, but it didn’t turn that way cause aside from the weather, well I have my niece to look after.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p face="trebuchet ms" class="MsoNormal"&gt;Just as when they go, I turn on the computer and surf the net. Do stuffs that would make me busy and eventually would let the time pass. But it seems that my appetite on net gone fast than the clock. So I shut the computer down and watch tv with my niece. Cartoons are great but only for a short time. So I headed upstairs to watch for a real tv show. I found nothing interesting though.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p face="trebuchet ms" class="MsoNormal"&gt;Again I went downstairs and look for something else to do, I wanna eat. I looked at the clock and it’s almost 12 noon, so I cooked our lunch instead. My niece is just super hooked with cartoons that I’ve already consumed the food on my plate with her’s still unattended. So I fed her for about an hour. *Ambagal grabe!*&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p face="trebuchet ms" class="MsoNormal"&gt;After eating, we rest for a while, I opened the computer again and try to have fun with sites I like, but it became boring to the max. So I thought of cleaning the room, perhaps, the whole house. And I was able to do so. I washed the dishes, swept the room upstairs going down, I also mapped the floor, wiped the furniture and the glasses, arranged the mess and all the chores! Still, the time seems to annoy me. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p face="trebuchet ms" class="MsoNormal"&gt;Annoyed with all the childish and reiterated songs of the cartoon shows, I let my niece sleep. I lie down beside her but I just couldn’t sleep. My monotony keeps me awake. I want to do something I’m not certain of.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p face="trebuchet ms" class="MsoNormal"&gt;I wanna text Ren, who, since this morning is already texting me and wondering if I’m mad at him, but I have no load at all. Though I replied online, it’s still not comfortable to reply with that. Plus, I’ve consumed the number of texts I have on the day, so I can’t text him anymore. I just played with my phone but it’s boring.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p face="trebuchet ms" class="MsoNormal"&gt;So I opened the computer again and look for something to do. I explored the Photoshop, flash, and downloading updates for my computer but I find it uninteresting esp that I’m not really into it and that I only have little knowledge in doing so.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;So I just watched tv and luckily it was Tom and Jerry show. At least, I’m fine. *haha* until my niece wake up and joined me watching. We planned to go to the shop nearby to buy stuffs my Mom has asked me. &lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;We changed clothes and went to Cangs. We let the time pass even just for a while.&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Ren texted me he’s coming to fetch us up. We went to the park and play with Shane, have a little time, we’re enjoying a lot not until the rain started to pour. So we hurried to the house while he went back to their’s. Time is not enough at that moment though. ^_^ Well, I’m not sad cause I can text him already, thanks sa load! &lt;span style=""&gt;J&lt;/span&gt;At home, we ate ice cream, though it’s really damn cold. After which, we watched tv and again, a cartoon show.&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Now, I’m on the net again. Almost done with something I never thought earlier – to blog. LolAs I come to finish this post, hope Mama and Papa will be here soon. It’s getting dark and I want them safe and sound.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Now, I’m gonna shut this computer down again, and watch with my niece. To text Ren, and to wait for Mama and Papa &lt;span style=""&gt;:)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img src="http://i480.photobucket.com/albums/rr168/THYdowagers/THYdowagers2/heart.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bottom line: Nagpapa Update lang pala ng blog. haha :D&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4828162817089650185-3916518339507539076?l=villaprincesa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://villaprincesa.blogspot.com/feeds/3916518339507539076/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4828162817089650185&amp;postID=3916518339507539076&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4828162817089650185/posts/default/3916518339507539076'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4828162817089650185/posts/default/3916518339507539076'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://villaprincesa.blogspot.com/2011/03/amboriing-x.html' title='amboriing! :x'/><author><name>Rina Rubia</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/101029602997927178981</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh3.googleusercontent.com/-zEpX_3BfHEk/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAA10/xHWPXIb5Dac/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-l7BzRy4ixqI/TY3SMc98GwI/AAAAAAAAAhw/6TDR4gPOji4/s72-c/1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4828162817089650185.post-6291976050252366907</id><published>2011-03-21T06:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-03-21T07:20:11.010-07:00</updated><title type='text'>love your work :)</title><content type='html'>&lt;a style="font-family: georgia;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-KuCy0QJF5Qw/TYda5crJTcI/AAAAAAAAAho/Bvk5nFVl49Q/s1600/1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 238px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-KuCy0QJF5Qw/TYda5crJTcI/AAAAAAAAAho/Bvk5nFVl49Q/s320/1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5586533805772590530" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-family: georgia;"&gt;&lt;center&gt;"Do what you love and love what you do"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do what you love to do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's not proper to say that you'll just work the thing you ought to do without considering your preferences, your values, and your options. It is also not proper to be dreaded for taking that job as the only option left just because that's what only being offered or that's the only job you can fit in. Cause we are created by God's likeness and so we have that knowledge and power within us. Why settle for something you're certain you would regret in the end?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love your work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When you finally found the work that you want to fulfill, then love it a with all your heart. Make it now the thing you really ought to do so the efforts that is needed can be highly applied. When you love your work, you feel it so light to carry out and worthy to accomplish. You can also multiply the work force cause you're already working with passion.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;See the connection? :) Start linking it to your life :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i480.photobucket.com/albums/rr168/THYdowagers/THYdowagers2/heart.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4828162817089650185-6291976050252366907?l=villaprincesa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://villaprincesa.blogspot.com/feeds/6291976050252366907/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4828162817089650185&amp;postID=6291976050252366907&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4828162817089650185/posts/default/6291976050252366907'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4828162817089650185/posts/default/6291976050252366907'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://villaprincesa.blogspot.com/2011/03/love-your-work.html' title='love your work :)'/><author><name>Rina Rubia</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/101029602997927178981</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh3.googleusercontent.com/-zEpX_3BfHEk/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAA10/xHWPXIb5Dac/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-KuCy0QJF5Qw/TYda5crJTcI/AAAAAAAAAho/Bvk5nFVl49Q/s72-c/1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4828162817089650185.post-7404147203720971006</id><published>2011-03-18T20:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-03-18T21:22:04.030-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Life is not unfair</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-CGKZnX_fo34/TYQnkvvKBSI/AAAAAAAAAhg/frINkY4nxwk/s1600/UnfairLogo01.png"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-CGKZnX_fo34/TYQnkvvKBSI/AAAAAAAAAhg/frINkY4nxwk/s320/UnfairLogo01.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5585632950089286946" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Life is not unfair, it is the people themselves who make things hard and complicated.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When everything you have is pure wealth, they stick to you. But just as when you're starting to lose everything that you have, they also start to go away and leave you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Life is not unfair, it is the people themselves who make things hard and complicated.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When you're fear of disobeying their commands for their own sake,  they take advantage and tell you're such a good person. But when you realized that your being a jackass and finally rue over their fraud, they say that you don't have any sense of gratitude.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Life is not unfair, it is the people themselves who make things hard and complicated.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When you're amidst pure fame, they would surround and even glorify you. But when you start to lose the charm you have once, they start saying awful things about you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Life is not unfair, it is the people themselves who make things hard and complicated.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When you're proclaiming the goodness of others, they say you have compassion. But when you happened to reveal the not-so-good of them, they question your being just and fair.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Life is not unfair, it is the people themselves who make things hard and complicated.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When you have a perfect view of life, they praise your performance. But when you turn your back, they start to stab you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Indeed, it is the people alone, who makes life really unfair. Life is colorful and simple. Fair and enjoyable, but people suck that happiness and fairness out of you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i480.photobucket.com/albums/rr168/THYdowagers/THYdowagers2/heart.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let me relate it to the pub where I belong. The paper itself, and the writers of the different articles are considered the "Life"-- wherein most of the times is considered unfair, unjust, out of balance and even out of good manners.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While the readers of the paper, are the ones who overlook the real matter and therefore criticizing the "Life". They are the ones making it unfair and seeing it imbalance.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4828162817089650185-7404147203720971006?l=villaprincesa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://villaprincesa.blogspot.com/feeds/7404147203720971006/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4828162817089650185&amp;postID=7404147203720971006&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4828162817089650185/posts/default/7404147203720971006'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4828162817089650185/posts/default/7404147203720971006'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://villaprincesa.blogspot.com/2011/03/life-is-not-unfair.html' title='Life is not unfair'/><author><name>Rina Rubia</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/101029602997927178981</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh3.googleusercontent.com/-zEpX_3BfHEk/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAA10/xHWPXIb5Dac/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-CGKZnX_fo34/TYQnkvvKBSI/AAAAAAAAAhg/frINkY4nxwk/s72-c/UnfairLogo01.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4828162817089650185.post-2366467659525470687</id><published>2011-02-26T22:09:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-02-26T22:49:29.833-08:00</updated><title type='text'>3 IDIOTS</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-evYQst4mfpg/TWnz2jkJD6I/AAAAAAAAAhY/Hvi0ZG5Fub0/s1600/rancho.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 256px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-evYQst4mfpg/TWnz2jkJD6I/AAAAAAAAAhY/Hvi0ZG5Fub0/s320/rancho.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5578257732060385186" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;"Don't be stupid. Be an idiot."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;This Movie entitled "3 idiots" was really practical and real. I do love a lot the plot and of course, the whole story itself. It's a story of love and friendship, parenthood and attitude.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The lessons it implies were really great and worth emulating. I'm certain all the teachers, students and parents must watch this movie.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;For teachers. For them to realize that the best knowledge they can impart to students will not be based solely from books, but with the practical application and extensive trainings that focuses the subject matter.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;For students. For them to realize that choosing a field is just like enhancing inner passion. That passion should be their profession. Despite the pressure from parents decision, and the urge of in-demand courses, they must listen in their heart first.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;For parents. For them to realize that choosing the best course for their children is not based on what is good for their intention, rather, the one best for their child's future. Stop making their child a puppet and slave in the same time. It's good to listen to them for once.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;For women/men. For them to realize that a good relationship will not depend on wealth, rather in compatibility. Don't be deceived in shimmering fads, remember, that a good loving heart will always exert the best effort to bring the fulfillment in the relationship.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;As what Rancho (one of the idiots) said, Follow Excellence and Success will chase you in the end...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Let's always follow excellence, do the best out of our every passion, and we'll see, success will slowly come into our ways.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://i480.photobucket.com/albums/rr168/THYdowagers/THYdowagers2/heart.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4828162817089650185-2366467659525470687?l=villaprincesa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://villaprincesa.blogspot.com/feeds/2366467659525470687/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4828162817089650185&amp;postID=2366467659525470687&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4828162817089650185/posts/default/2366467659525470687'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4828162817089650185/posts/default/2366467659525470687'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://villaprincesa.blogspot.com/2011/02/3-idiots.html' title='3 IDIOTS'/><author><name>Rina Rubia</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/101029602997927178981</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh3.googleusercontent.com/-zEpX_3BfHEk/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAA10/xHWPXIb5Dac/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-evYQst4mfpg/TWnz2jkJD6I/AAAAAAAAAhY/Hvi0ZG5Fub0/s72-c/rancho.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4828162817089650185.post-5020544321731162274</id><published>2011-02-15T05:47:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-02-15T06:45:31.990-08:00</updated><title type='text'>t'was a Fairytale</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-rLX_1pcCfag/TVqOkHurPlI/AAAAAAAAAhQ/KPU9lYOtG_c/s1600/3.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-TMl8LzymaZ8/TVqJj-Iy9TI/AAAAAAAAAgw/Arjr2RKFwuY/s320/1.jpg" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5573918739892729138" /&gt;                                       &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;As what I have mentioned from my last post, Love season would be great if we experience to love and be loved. Even if for some, that loving won't last long. But I'll keep mine forever :))&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Yesterday I was supposed to share to you how sweet and lovely my Valentine was. But due to some tasks to be done, I opt to do it just now.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Well, I believe it's still best to observe the quality of your work though it means a day delayed (just a day lang naman). Okay so here it was...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-9DjqdZAed24/TVqOQp8PQYI/AAAAAAAAAhI/mEfIOcip9Bc/s320/2.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5573923905611972994" style="float: left; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 10px; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: 0px; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px; color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; " /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I wasn't prepared enough for the surprise. Well, who would be? :D My Prince asked me for a dinner. I replied I'm not sure because Mama might not permit us. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So what he did is he texted Mama and revealed his plan to her. Mama fortunately consent us to have time together after class. Oh well just like any Cinderella story, I must not stay too late outside.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And there it was, were glad we could spend time together, experience the love season with each other's company (considering the last Valentines day we weren't able to be together cause I'm at hometown).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It was 6:35 in the afternoon. And I need to hurry up so we can have ample time together. Little did I know that it was a surprise. He's been already asking me where I am, as if the tone in hi text message is somewhat like a reprimand. So I hurried up. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Seeing him waiting, I rush-went to him and apologize. I wonder how he ever replied with a smile, and then handing the blue flower that he has prepared for me. Following, a box which I knew what it was -- a teddy bear! (bby kulet has his brother already! Wee!)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We exchanged greetings delightfully. I was so grateful with his efforts. (sabi kasi corny yun flowers)I didn't expect it! (thinking we'll just have a dinner).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; Then we headed to where we celebrate our 12th :)) It was a sweet reminiscing. So sweet from a guy I admired the most. The sky was filled with stars and the breeze of the sea dew lingered around us.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-rLX_1pcCfag/TVqOkHurPlI/AAAAAAAAAhQ/KPU9lYOtG_c/s320/3.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5573924240025665106" style="float: right; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: 10px; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px; " /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Indeed, that night was full of love.. and hope.. that our relationship will go stronger each day.. and trust.. that we'll be able to keep us assured from the love we have for each other.. and joy.. that we'll be happy with all the things we envisioned in our lives..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I know, Papa Jesus will always be there to guide us and to protect us.. Our families are also there to advice us, and friends that are there to cheer us up.. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://i480.photobucket.com/albums/rr168/THYdowagers/THYdowagers2/heart.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Happy Hearts Day again.. and everyday!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4828162817089650185-5020544321731162274?l=villaprincesa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://villaprincesa.blogspot.com/feeds/5020544321731162274/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4828162817089650185&amp;postID=5020544321731162274&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4828162817089650185/posts/default/5020544321731162274'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4828162817089650185/posts/default/5020544321731162274'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://villaprincesa.blogspot.com/2011/02/02-14-is-fairytale.html' title='t&apos;was a Fairytale'/><author><name>Rina Rubia</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/101029602997927178981</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh3.googleusercontent.com/-zEpX_3BfHEk/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAA10/xHWPXIb5Dac/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-TMl8LzymaZ8/TVqJj-Iy9TI/AAAAAAAAAgw/Arjr2RKFwuY/s72-c/1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4828162817089650185.post-8361252512475879274</id><published>2011-02-12T22:32:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2011-02-13T03:58:23.821-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Love Season</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-99oqA0_u-zE/TVefENxCJ5I/AAAAAAAAAgo/zCr9Vaf-vFc/s1600/showyourlove_logo-2.png"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 257px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-99oqA0_u-zE/TVefENxCJ5I/AAAAAAAAAgo/zCr9Vaf-vFc/s320/showyourlove_logo-2.png" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5573097958657894290" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;div&gt;This season of love, it would be better if we pause on our pace for a while and experience to love and be loved. I guess it's human nature.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Most of us, if we think about love month, we come across sweet couples exchanging gratifying and heart-melting moments. We think of cupids roaming around to strike our hearts anytime. We think of flowers which are not yet in full bloom, but is already given to loved ones. We think of chocolates that add sweetness to any gifts handed to us. What a delight.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;However, though some are gonna celebrate the love season the way it should be, sometimes exceeds, there are also some who are gonna celebrate it by themselves. At some point, they wanna love no one else much as their selves as of the moment and they wanna have fun with companies of good friends and families.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Some perhaps, have just torn apart. Some relationships didn't survive 'til love month and some are going through the pains of being broken. Some might be on the process of healing the wounds of their hearts and some might just get terrible a day before the love season. And it's such an agony.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Well, no matter how we celebrate love season, it would always be noble to think and to ponder the real essence of the celebration. Though some weren't able to make it up to the Valentines's day, still it is right to give importance in giving love at some unique ways.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Stop dealing with all the stresses of life and move on. Remember that a happy future will always be based on a forgotten past. Appreciate today and cherish the people in it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Though not all do not seem to be happy, at least it's right to give love and be happy for others anyway. No matter how our statuses seem to be, let's always have a great love season everyday :))&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Show some LOVE!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://i480.photobucket.com/albums/rr168/THYdowagers/THYdowagers2/heart.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4828162817089650185-8361252512475879274?l=villaprincesa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://villaprincesa.blogspot.com/feeds/8361252512475879274/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4828162817089650185&amp;postID=8361252512475879274&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4828162817089650185/posts/default/8361252512475879274'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4828162817089650185/posts/default/8361252512475879274'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://villaprincesa.blogspot.com/2011/02/happy-love-month.html' title='Happy Love Season'/><author><name>Rina Rubia</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/101029602997927178981</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh3.googleusercontent.com/-zEpX_3BfHEk/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAA10/xHWPXIb5Dac/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-99oqA0_u-zE/TVefENxCJ5I/AAAAAAAAAgo/zCr9Vaf-vFc/s72-c/showyourlove_logo-2.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4828162817089650185.post-947307602199438272</id><published>2011-02-05T05:21:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2011-02-13T03:37:19.988-08:00</updated><title type='text'>on-the-job :))</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JtOTHoPKMGg/TU1UlYBfZtI/AAAAAAAAAgg/qXErEP_utMs/s1600/jfong_hopeful2010.png"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 250px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JtOTHoPKMGg/TU1UlYBfZtI/AAAAAAAAAgg/qXErEP_utMs/s320/jfong_hopeful2010.png" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5570201315207767762" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;I'm in my 3rd year oft my course, and following the new curriculum of our university, (our batch will be the 1st to undergo on-the-job training) is quite hard for me. Well, firstly, I don't know the 'hows' of the said training. Also, I need to ask for a recommendation from our adviser (which I hope he'll give me) and resume, also the ojt letter (I'm not sure about the term), that's all I be needing.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;My batch mates and I plan to have our ojt at PNOC, while some suggested at Nestle production, others say it's better at call centers (but they're not accepting ojts, less you work fully)  , some says at the offices around the city (just doing paper works). Some says it's effective to work at companies that need lay-outing, graphics, codes, web designs, programming, animation, and all other IT-related duties. So mind me..it's really mind-boggling to think of where I fit in.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;However, I'm confident enough I can land a better place to practice my expertise. I'm certain God will help me, my parents will be there to guide me, and friends will be along my way. We plan to apply at all possible working areas we know we're acquainted with the jobs. So I'm hoping we can make it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;Our ojt will consists of  9 units. Yea 9, it's really challenging cause that means whole summer season (march-may) we won't enjoy fully. That's hard on my part though ^_^ But anyways, I think I need to get use to it -- waking up early, and managing my time effectively.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;I know this is for our own good. Cause when we look for greater job after graduate, we'll already have a good grasped of knowledge and skills needed :))&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;We're also planning to have our ojt to at least 2 companies (do you think we can? ^_^) Hope so. We need to exert more effort to do that, ayt! Of course, we're looking for companies that can give at least honorariums too.haha (my batch mates said so we can really experience real job ) :)) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;Aja to us all!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://i480.photobucket.com/albums/rr168/THYdowagers/THYdowagers2/heart.gif" border="0"&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4828162817089650185-947307602199438272?l=villaprincesa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://villaprincesa.blogspot.com/feeds/947307602199438272/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4828162817089650185&amp;postID=947307602199438272&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4828162817089650185/posts/default/947307602199438272'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4828162817089650185/posts/default/947307602199438272'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://villaprincesa.blogspot.com/2011/02/on-job.html' title='on-the-job :))'/><author><name>Rina Rubia</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/101029602997927178981</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh3.googleusercontent.com/-zEpX_3BfHEk/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAA10/xHWPXIb5Dac/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JtOTHoPKMGg/TU1UlYBfZtI/AAAAAAAAAgg/qXErEP_utMs/s72-c/jfong_hopeful2010.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4828162817089650185.post-7134232982977323967</id><published>2011-02-02T22:59:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-02-02T23:22:33.406-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Be good to me math. Pleeaassee??</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JtOTHoPKMGg/TUpXdUzkewI/AAAAAAAAAgY/-M2X5UnEdJA/s1600/math.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 307px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JtOTHoPKMGg/TUpXdUzkewI/AAAAAAAAAgY/-M2X5UnEdJA/s320/math.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5569360050509871874" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;div&gt;When I was innocent then, I used to love mathematics subject because I love to play with numbers. For me, it's tricking yet it's fulfilling especially whenever you get to solve hard problems ahead of your classmates.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;However, that enthusiasm of mine to mingle with numbers started to weaken when I entered college. Particularly at every math subjects that my course requires. Perhaps that's the moment too, when math turned its back on me. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;On the other side, I wonder why InfoTech needs such dilemma. What's the connection of computers to solving math problems? Until now I'm confused.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Okay, whatever. I need to undergo at least seven, yea 7 in figure, math subjects. Wew! That's unfair. I even questioned myself why I've made this far, considering I'm now on my math 135. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Why is math hard? What makes it hard? And since it is hard in nature, then why do we need to work hard for it too? for me, math is the subject that is ever mind-confusing and makes your grade in doubt.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Why not all subject related to computer? I'm certain, topping the list, all of my classmates will be glad. I think we need more computer-comprehension and hands-on exams. So that our nose will not bleed every time we get across the terms of computers especially those that are program-related.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Anyhows, I think I need to faithfully love math. So it'll love me in return :)) Please be kind to me numbers... Please???&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://i480.photobucket.com/albums/rr168/THYdowagers/THYdowagers2/heart.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;div id="fb-root"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;script&gt;src="http://connect.facebook.net/en_US/all.js#appId=157010784344696&amp;amp;xfbml=1"&gt;&lt;/script&gt;&lt;fb:comments xid="114074945320099" numposts="10" width="425" publish_feed="true"&gt;&lt;/fb:comments&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4828162817089650185-7134232982977323967?l=villaprincesa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://villaprincesa.blogspot.com/feeds/7134232982977323967/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4828162817089650185&amp;postID=7134232982977323967&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4828162817089650185/posts/default/7134232982977323967'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4828162817089650185/posts/default/7134232982977323967'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://villaprincesa.blogspot.com/2011/02/be-good-to-me-math-pleeaassee.html' title='Be good to me math. Pleeaassee??'/><author><name>Rina Rubia</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/101029602997927178981</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh3.googleusercontent.com/-zEpX_3BfHEk/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAA10/xHWPXIb5Dac/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JtOTHoPKMGg/TUpXdUzkewI/AAAAAAAAAgY/-M2X5UnEdJA/s72-c/math.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4828162817089650185.post-7596132556182137109</id><published>2011-01-28T20:48:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-28T21:18:23.458-08:00</updated><title type='text'>tutorial 101</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JtOTHoPKMGg/TUOgmEbVgEI/AAAAAAAAAgM/V9jvH7GasjU/s1600/images.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 260px; height: 194px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JtOTHoPKMGg/TUOgmEbVgEI/AAAAAAAAAgM/V9jvH7GasjU/s320/images.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5567470140243935298" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I've never thought that Computer functions (specifically MS applications) would be hard for people of this generation. I mean, we are in a period of great breakthrough, so nevertheless, they would be much techy-techy, eventually knowing their gadgets' different necessary functions.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Our teacher in Major, also our adviser, asked us to assist some police officers about computer stuffs here in our university's Internet Research Station (IRS). Probably, they make use and share the 200 computers that our university has just acquired. Oh were so generous and kindhearted :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So a while ago, we had our first tutorial to them. It was about the MS word document's functions. It was really a basic one. Changing fonts sizes, styles, making columns, doing the outline of a document, saving files, making a folder, were just some of our discussion -- in which I thought were the basic base of an office works.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;However, several valid reasons were provided from them, which made me realize that they really need to acquaint with the functions of a computer, and if not master, at least familiarize on how to do it. And yea, it's such a pleasure to impart my knowledge to them.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Though I had a hard time repeating and explaining all the 'hows' of our tutorial, it was worthwhile because words of gratitude were uttered from them, which made me smile and made me help them even more.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Now were on the 2nd part of our tutorial and I hope I can be able to help them know the things they needed to fulfill their jobs. Of course, I'll exert the best effort, and I'll bear the longest patience I should :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://i480.photobucket.com/albums/rr168/THYdowagers/THYdowagers2/heart.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;This would be all for now, cause were gonna have our second part of tutorial. So help us God :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4828162817089650185-7596132556182137109?l=villaprincesa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://villaprincesa.blogspot.com/feeds/7596132556182137109/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4828162817089650185&amp;postID=7596132556182137109&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4828162817089650185/posts/default/7596132556182137109'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4828162817089650185/posts/default/7596132556182137109'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://villaprincesa.blogspot.com/2011/01/tutorial-101.html' title='tutorial 101'/><author><name>Rina Rubia</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/101029602997927178981</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh3.googleusercontent.com/-zEpX_3BfHEk/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAA10/xHWPXIb5Dac/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JtOTHoPKMGg/TUOgmEbVgEI/AAAAAAAAAgM/V9jvH7GasjU/s72-c/images.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4828162817089650185.post-6585595262891216583</id><published>2011-01-24T20:17:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-24T20:54:15.309-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hopeful :)</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JtOTHoPKMGg/TT5W98ubplI/AAAAAAAAAgE/V5a6WOKkV30/s1600/greatest_battle_is_in_the_mind_by_warrioronlydude.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 267px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JtOTHoPKMGg/TT5W98ubplI/AAAAAAAAAgE/V5a6WOKkV30/s320/greatest_battle_is_in_the_mind_by_warrioronlydude.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5565981811749398098" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Last week was a 'mind battle' week, cause we just had our midterm exams. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Well, taking up a course Information Technology is not that easy, and I'm certain it won't ever be. Unless you're developed with computer inside your mom's womb, and you're born holding a laptop on your hands^_^&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Anyways, I had 4 major subjects, 2 maths and 1 Litt subject. I'm done with my 3 majors, I passed the 3 fortunately and there is 1 more left which will be on Friday. 2 maths which I consider a failure cause I'm really not a hundred percent sure with my analysis and computations. For my Litt, it's pretty good. I've already seen my score and it's not that disappointing.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Now I need to study well my Accounting Principles subject. I really need to acquaint with accountants' terminologies and functions. Just basic as our teacher said but, taking a course far different from this would still be hard. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Also, I hope as my teachers declare our scores in math, I hope I passed them both *cross fingers* Need to exert more effort to the Final Examination. *goodluck*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://i480.photobucket.com/albums/rr168/THYdowagers/THYdowagers2/heart.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So help me Papa Jesus :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4828162817089650185-6585595262891216583?l=villaprincesa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://villaprincesa.blogspot.com/feeds/6585595262891216583/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4828162817089650185&amp;postID=6585595262891216583&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4828162817089650185/posts/default/6585595262891216583'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4828162817089650185/posts/default/6585595262891216583'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://villaprincesa.blogspot.com/2011/01/hopeful.html' title='Hopeful :)'/><author><name>Rina Rubia</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/101029602997927178981</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh3.googleusercontent.com/-zEpX_3BfHEk/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAA10/xHWPXIb5Dac/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JtOTHoPKMGg/TT5W98ubplI/AAAAAAAAAgE/V5a6WOKkV30/s72-c/greatest_battle_is_in_the_mind_by_warrioronlydude.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4828162817089650185.post-7932979523039712531</id><published>2011-01-22T22:57:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-22T23:29:14.434-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Dear Shane :)</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JtOTHoPKMGg/TTvXMMvcfvI/AAAAAAAAAf8/Ds30kWf9MbI/s1600/1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JtOTHoPKMGg/TTvXMMvcfvI/AAAAAAAAAf8/Ds30kWf9MbI/s320/1.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5565278369125007090" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Dear Shane,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Today is January 23, 2011. Yea, today I bid a happy trip to my sister. She's gonna have a 3-month long vacation in Australia. I'm happy for her :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Meanwhile, I felt like something's pinching my heart as I sneak on your room and see you innocently sound asleep. With the barbie doll at your side (which mom and dad bought you a while ago), and the shirt of your mom which she covered you when they leave.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I know you don;t have any idea where they go when you wake up, and I'm sure you'll gonna cry at the top of your lung when you notice they aren't still here 'til tonight. Sorry but this is for your own good. We let you sleep so that mommy and daddy won't hesitate to go while seeing you cry.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; *poor shane :(*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;That means no more swimming time every afternoon at black pearl, no more blue monkey plays, no more shops gallore, visiting of friends at valencia in 3 months, and what so else.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But don't worry, I promise I'll take care of you, we'll take care of you, right? So stop being mean, cause you don't have allies anymore *evil laugh*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Serious, I love you and I'm gonna be beside you always :) Me, Papa and Mama, and of course tito long long :) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We'll always play and we'll have fun, okay? Just promise to be good :) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Cause mommy and daddy will look for a pink house for you, and when they come back, you'll live in that princess-pink house! You like that right? We love you!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img src="http://i480.photobucket.com/albums/rr168/THYdowagers/THYdowagers2/heart.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Happy trip to Mommy and Daddy. Take care you guys :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4828162817089650185-7932979523039712531?l=villaprincesa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://villaprincesa.blogspot.com/feeds/7932979523039712531/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4828162817089650185&amp;postID=7932979523039712531&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4828162817089650185/posts/default/7932979523039712531'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4828162817089650185/posts/default/7932979523039712531'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://villaprincesa.blogspot.com/2011/01/happy-trip.html' title='Dear Shane :)'/><author><name>Rina Rubia</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/101029602997927178981</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh3.googleusercontent.com/-zEpX_3BfHEk/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAA10/xHWPXIb5Dac/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JtOTHoPKMGg/TTvXMMvcfvI/AAAAAAAAAf8/Ds30kWf9MbI/s72-c/1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4828162817089650185.post-3005770221413545068</id><published>2011-01-21T16:59:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-21T17:24:25.898-08:00</updated><title type='text'>24th ♥</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JtOTHoPKMGg/TToxQv3rwcI/AAAAAAAAAfs/Tzc3LC-p8-8/s1600/coverHHyfYD5NTcb.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 251px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JtOTHoPKMGg/TToxQv3rwcI/AAAAAAAAAfs/Tzc3LC-p8-8/s320/coverHHyfYD5NTcb.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5564814453367357890" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;This is supposed to be written on January 17, this year but I wasn't able to do so cause I'm too busy. Anyways, just wanna share out the loveliness I'm feeling.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;2 days before our 24th, I changed my &lt;a href="http://www.facebook.com/princess.riena"&gt;facebook&lt;/a&gt; status from 'in a relationship' to 'single'. *don't mind the reason why cause it's really a long story* But expect what others would say. That changed relationship gained too many doubts saying 'weh?sure?' yea, on their minds probably they wonder why. But I kept and stayed silent about the issue.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I was sad for a reason that both of us only knew. We tried to fix it the day after the changing of relationship status, we figured everything out and fortunately we apologized and compromised. That's the end of the story. But hey, don't think this is a big deal. Cause I tell you it's sure 'child-thing act'. I even wonder how we end up like that. Well, it's for the good maybe.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Then 17th came and we did celebrate it. We ate together and hang out after our exam. We had a great time really. We talk about stuffs that worry us and we put solution to that. *which I hope I can do* I'm thinking... why am I acting so stupid? Why am I taking him for granted? why am I hurting his feelings every time? So I've decided... Yea, I promise to be good to you. Promise.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm hoping we can make it through. &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 14px; "&gt;♥&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 14px; "&gt;♥&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 14px; "&gt;♥ &lt;/span&gt;lots! :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://i480.photobucket.com/albums/rr168/THYdowagers/THYdowagers2/heart.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But just last night I broke my promise for the nth time. I'm really sorry *tears* Sorry talaga. Di na pu mauulet! &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 14px; "&gt;♥&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4828162817089650185-3005770221413545068?l=villaprincesa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://villaprincesa.blogspot.com/feeds/3005770221413545068/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4828162817089650185&amp;postID=3005770221413545068&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4828162817089650185/posts/default/3005770221413545068'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4828162817089650185/posts/default/3005770221413545068'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://villaprincesa.blogspot.com/2011/01/24th.html' title='24th ♥'/><author><name>Rina Rubia</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/101029602997927178981</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh3.googleusercontent.com/-zEpX_3BfHEk/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAA10/xHWPXIb5Dac/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JtOTHoPKMGg/TToxQv3rwcI/AAAAAAAAAfs/Tzc3LC-p8-8/s72-c/coverHHyfYD5NTcb.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4828162817089650185.post-4867648620985836669</id><published>2011-01-10T06:44:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-10T07:22:33.376-08:00</updated><title type='text'>happy! *again*</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JtOTHoPKMGg/TSsjB32R2eI/AAAAAAAAAfk/A1seiIdQ3z4/s1600/WorryFree%2BBusiness%2BSecurity%2BHosted_7092.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 250px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JtOTHoPKMGg/TSsjB32R2eI/AAAAAAAAAfk/A1seiIdQ3z4/s320/WorryFree%2BBusiness%2BSecurity%2BHosted_7092.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5560576679997463010" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;Happy! I'm again feeling happy. Yea, maybe some are wondering why I rarely experience happiness. I would say No, that's not what I mean. I'm happy for reasons I longed to explain.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;Just this afternoon, I and My Prince went to church to pray for something very needed. We've been praying for the health of my mom since she was confined. But this time, we didn't attend a mass. We just prayed soulfully. You wouldn't believe that our feet led us to that Holy place of God. I believe Papa Jesus is so dear that He blessed our way to His sacrament.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;The stillness of the place made our hearts ponder. We pray for Mama's fast recovery and that soon she'll be discharged. My mom is sick and tired of lying on the hospital bed and doing nothing. She always tell me that she wanna go home, eat some 'real' foods, sit down on the bamboo sofa at the terrace. Most of all, she missed our presence every time, cooking food for us, preparing what we needed for school and the tiring-yet rewarding chores of her.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;Of course, I pitied her and pray so hard for her to finally get out of that solitary room. I even wish I was the one who has that disease, in that way she'll no longer suffer. Mama is quite old and she easily gets tired and weak, so I wish I'm the one lying on the hospital bed, doing nothing.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;Anyways, aside from that sincere prayer, I also pray that lightness (in terms of making a decision) would soon come my way. I've been acting so mean lately. I've been having so much ravage on things that are happening. I see myself as a dreadful bitter and unloved person alive. Worst is, I've been hurting the people who are by my side at all times. I'm acting so silly and inconsiderate. And I hate it!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;As I gazed upon Mama Mary's eyes, I went inside its soul and started meditating. I'm hopeful that my prayers would be granted. I trust the power of God. I believe that He'll help us and that He won't ever leave us. I cling on the wisdom that God does not sends problems He knows we can't bear. Though at some necessary moments He  tries to test our faith, I know He'll be there to catch us when we fall. And just like in every tunnel, I know at end of it, God is waiting behind the light. So I trust Him so much!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;When I got home from my class, my sister told me that Mama can go home tomorrow and that she won't anymore needs to undergo a lung operation. I smiled and became really happy. It's like the numbness I'm feeling seeps out and gone forever. Like, how come I became so worry-free that fast?! Papa Jesus indeed loves us so much! Mama will be with us again tomorrow and I promise to take care of her so well. Promise..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;Aside from that, all my stresses shook off and gone away. The heaviness I'm carrying since January 1, lightened in relief. Yea, what a relief! I think I have now time to focus on my new year's resolutions -- give my smile at everything and don't serious life's misery, I'm too young to go through that :) Be patience and always understand. Be considerate and don't get mean at all times. Value health and family. Love and live life to the fullest!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i480.photobucket.com/albums/rr168/THYdowagers/THYdowagers2/heart.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;Yea, and I think I'm so ready for that change! Watch out wise world, :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4828162817089650185-4867648620985836669?l=villaprincesa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://villaprincesa.blogspot.com/feeds/4867648620985836669/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4828162817089650185&amp;postID=4867648620985836669&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4828162817089650185/posts/default/4867648620985836669'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4828162817089650185/posts/default/4867648620985836669'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://villaprincesa.blogspot.com/2011/01/happy-again.html' title='happy! *again*'/><author><name>Rina Rubia</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/101029602997927178981</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh3.googleusercontent.com/-zEpX_3BfHEk/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAA10/xHWPXIb5Dac/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JtOTHoPKMGg/TSsjB32R2eI/AAAAAAAAAfk/A1seiIdQ3z4/s72-c/WorryFree%2BBusiness%2BSecurity%2BHosted_7092.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4828162817089650185.post-7172975606213178560</id><published>2011-01-09T21:32:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-09T21:52:31.949-08:00</updated><title type='text'>There's a rainbow after the storm</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JtOTHoPKMGg/TSqdpfrEWKI/AAAAAAAAAfc/TAZzzOVl_PE/s1600/rainbow_cake_cute_by_kawainess.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JtOTHoPKMGg/TSqdpfrEWKI/AAAAAAAAAfc/TAZzzOVl_PE/s320/rainbow_cake_cute_by_kawainess.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5560430026144635042" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;The start of the 2011 has not been so good to me. I already have plans for the year, even on how to start it right, but turned into something I never wished to happen.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;My mother is confined into the hospital because of Pneumonia, and until now, she is continuing her medication. She was admitted since last Saturday, which was January 1, 2011. We never ever thought that a cold and cough would get severe and would cause her so much pain. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;I even thought of making my year with them, something worth remembering, something worth experiencing. We even planned to go out of town, but it turned out the way I least expected. Indeed, God is trying our faith in Him. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;Life, as we are all aware, is not that easy. We encounter problems which might discourage us  in living a happy life. We might question the unfairness of the world. But I, though easily get weak, will promise to continue to hold on and fight.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;I know God is within us, this is just a test of faith. I know, though my welcoming of the year was not that overwhelming, someday it would serve its purpose.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;I believe and trust in God, plus to the people who are always there to make everything alright, and who are always there to lighten the heaviness I'm feeling inside.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i480.photobucket.com/albums/rr168/THYdowagers/THYdowagers2/heart.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;Thank You Papa Jesus! &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; line-height: 14px; "&gt;♥&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; line-height: 14px; "&gt;Thanks for the concerned. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 14px; "&gt;♥&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4828162817089650185-7172975606213178560?l=villaprincesa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://villaprincesa.blogspot.com/feeds/7172975606213178560/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4828162817089650185&amp;postID=7172975606213178560&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4828162817089650185/posts/default/7172975606213178560'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4828162817089650185/posts/default/7172975606213178560'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://villaprincesa.blogspot.com/2011/01/theres-rainbow-after-storm.html' title='There&apos;s a rainbow after the storm'/><author><name>Rina Rubia</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/101029602997927178981</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh3.googleusercontent.com/-zEpX_3BfHEk/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAA10/xHWPXIb5Dac/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JtOTHoPKMGg/TSqdpfrEWKI/AAAAAAAAAfc/TAZzzOVl_PE/s72-c/rainbow_cake_cute_by_kawainess.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4828162817089650185.post-8090077424174108253</id><published>2010-12-23T02:32:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-23T03:58:00.736-08:00</updated><title type='text'>TN Christmas Partei :D</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JtOTHoPKMGg/TRM3bhabaiI/AAAAAAAAAfU/w1vN9PngNlg/s1600/1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JtOTHoPKMGg/TRM3bhabaiI/AAAAAAAAAfU/w1vN9PngNlg/s320/1.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5553843711443167778" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;The Sassy Stage&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We really do not have enough budget, I mean, no budget at all&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;i&gt; (cause the reso was not signed yet)&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt; The money we used came from the revolving funds that we shared and from the camera replacement-amount. Yet, we were able to bring out the true success in the annual breakaway. It was really fun and full of joy.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It was a two-day Christmas Party, as what were used to. Also, in accord with the party is the must-sassy preparations and presentations. We really made the event worthwhile by putting effort in every outfits were gonna reveal upon the celebration &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;i&gt;(It's a must---cameras are ready every time)&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt; Plus, the first ever pageantry &lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;(we tried to be ambitious this time)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt; attempt which fortunately, added enthusiasm on the program. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Though not all were able to come due to some considerable reasons, we still owe them the success of the party &lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;(and we wish you a Merry Christmas too)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt; I know you're now leisurely engaging the ample time with your love ones, so enjoy!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Here are some of the memories we shared:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JtOTHoPKMGg/TRMsnl5AKvI/AAAAAAAAAeE/aehF5hQBR5E/s1600/Picture%2B007.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JtOTHoPKMGg/TRMsozgfhdI/AAAAAAAAAek/3YdHmLi-bSE/s1600/Picture%2B376.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JtOTHoPKMGg/TRMsozgfhdI/AAAAAAAAAek/3YdHmLi-bSE/s320/Picture%2B376.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5553831845010834898" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 213px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;u&gt;The TN Editors&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;Mga nangunguna sa kanarsihan :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;From left: Kenneth, Sheila, Me, Marga, Rolyn and te Dora&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JtOTHoPKMGg/TRMsozgfhdI/AAAAAAAAAek/3YdHmLi-bSE/s1600/Picture%2B376.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JtOTHoPKMGg/TRMsopPAu5I/AAAAAAAAAec/2bOqzJZA_4E/s1600/Picture%2B309.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JtOTHoPKMGg/TRMsopPAu5I/AAAAAAAAAec/2bOqzJZA_4E/s320/Picture%2B309.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5553831842253159314" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 213px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;Vanity Inside&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;Inside the room, where everyone was so busy preparing, we managed to do some poses. Yea, rock and roll!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: none; "&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JtOTHoPKMGg/TRMsnxPs92I/AAAAAAAAAeM/TdMxcmWLUdE/s1600/Picture%2B127.jpg" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); "&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JtOTHoPKMGg/TRMsnxPs92I/AAAAAAAAAeM/TdMxcmWLUdE/s320/Picture%2B127.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5553831827223672674" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 213px; height: 320px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="text-decoration: underline; "&gt;Major Major Practice&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;Were making the best ever Doxology.haha &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: none; "&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JtOTHoPKMGg/TRMzMH-jkyI/AAAAAAAAAfM/LjY8dwfAlhI/s1600/Picture%2B635.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JtOTHoPKMGg/TRMzMH-jkyI/AAAAAAAAAfM/LjY8dwfAlhI/s320/Picture%2B635.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5553839048870826786" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 213px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;exchanging of gifts&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Mga sabik sa gifts.haha&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;From left: Japhet, Cheeno, Dj Dadz, Me, Arvin&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: none; "&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JtOTHoPKMGg/TRMzMH-jkyI/AAAAAAAAAfM/LjY8dwfAlhI/s1600/Picture%2B635.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JtOTHoPKMGg/TRMzLxFCcoI/AAAAAAAAAfE/oG-VxAd2XYo/s1600/Picture%2B591.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JtOTHoPKMGg/TRMzLxFCcoI/AAAAAAAAAfE/oG-VxAd2XYo/s320/Picture%2B591.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5553839042724000386" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 213px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;With the candidates of Mr and Ms TN&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Talagang kinareer ang pageant!haha BRAVO!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: none; "&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JtOTHoPKMGg/TRMzLxFCcoI/AAAAAAAAAfE/oG-VxAd2XYo/s1600/Picture%2B591.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JtOTHoPKMGg/TRMzLrgUmvI/AAAAAAAAAe8/dafqpdnd9PQ/s1600/Picture%2B467.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JtOTHoPKMGg/TRMzLrgUmvI/AAAAAAAAAe8/dafqpdnd9PQ/s320/Picture%2B467.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5553839041227823858" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 213px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;with the judges&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I'm so not aware of this.hehe&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;From left: Me, Marga, Rolyn, Lycel, and..where's Tonio?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: none; "&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JtOTHoPKMGg/TRMzLrgUmvI/AAAAAAAAAe8/dafqpdnd9PQ/s1600/Picture%2B467.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JtOTHoPKMGg/TRMzLH1yC2I/AAAAAAAAAe0/mLZ-HTVNx34/s1600/Picture%2B428.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JtOTHoPKMGg/TRMzLH1yC2I/AAAAAAAAAe0/mLZ-HTVNx34/s320/Picture%2B428.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5553839031654157154" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 213px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;with the TN staffers&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;were so having fun! Halatang nagkulang sa photo shots.haha&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: none; "&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JtOTHoPKMGg/TRMzLH1yC2I/AAAAAAAAAe0/mLZ-HTVNx34/s1600/Picture%2B428.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JtOTHoPKMGg/TRMzKwxCY_I/AAAAAAAAAes/MmGRU4W79fI/s1600/Picture%2B418.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JtOTHoPKMGg/TRMzKwxCY_I/AAAAAAAAAes/MmGRU4W79fI/s320/Picture%2B418.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5553839025460241394" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 213px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;with my purple team&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Go purple team, go!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;From left: Me, Sheila, Djdadz, Shenmae&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i480.photobucket.com/albums/rr168/THYdowagers/THYdowagers2/heart.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Aren't the pictures tell about the happy moments we shared?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Indeed, it was one of a kind. It was again a moment worth remembering. Thanks for the time guys! I love you. &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;(ayee)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4828162817089650185-8090077424174108253?l=villaprincesa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://villaprincesa.blogspot.com/feeds/8090077424174108253/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4828162817089650185&amp;postID=8090077424174108253&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4828162817089650185/posts/default/8090077424174108253'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4828162817089650185/posts/default/8090077424174108253'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://villaprincesa.blogspot.com/2010/12/tn-christmas-partei-d.html' title='TN Christmas Partei :D'/><author><name>Rina Rubia</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/101029602997927178981</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh3.googleusercontent.com/-zEpX_3BfHEk/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAA10/xHWPXIb5Dac/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JtOTHoPKMGg/TRM3bhabaiI/AAAAAAAAAfU/w1vN9PngNlg/s72-c/1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4828162817089650185.post-4916642538527747118</id><published>2010-12-22T05:45:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-22T06:01:58.169-08:00</updated><title type='text'>happy!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JtOTHoPKMGg/TRIC_cYyloI/AAAAAAAAAd4/BPjBbqygMn0/s1600/826202happybunnyaboutmeposters.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JtOTHoPKMGg/TRIC_cYyloI/AAAAAAAAAd4/BPjBbqygMn0/s320/826202happybunnyaboutmeposters.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5553504579476428418" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;div&gt;I really am :) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;First, because we (TN Family) were able to bring out the success on our Christmas Party. I t's such a blast! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Also, I was able to be with &lt;a href="http://riena8.blogspot.com/"&gt;my prince &lt;/a&gt;even just for a while.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img src="http://i480.photobucket.com/albums/rr168/THYdowagers/THYdowagers2/heart.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Pero nakakapagod pala. Almost 3 hours kmi nag swim. Wew! Sarap maligo e.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;yun lang! ^^&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4828162817089650185-4916642538527747118?l=villaprincesa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://villaprincesa.blogspot.com/feeds/4916642538527747118/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4828162817089650185&amp;postID=4916642538527747118&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4828162817089650185/posts/default/4916642538527747118'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4828162817089650185/posts/default/4916642538527747118'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://villaprincesa.blogspot.com/2010/12/happy.html' title='happy!'/><author><name>Rina Rubia</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/101029602997927178981</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh3.googleusercontent.com/-zEpX_3BfHEk/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAA10/xHWPXIb5Dac/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JtOTHoPKMGg/TRIC_cYyloI/AAAAAAAAAd4/BPjBbqygMn0/s72-c/826202happybunnyaboutmeposters.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4828162817089650185.post-8341135804984301668</id><published>2010-12-16T07:11:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-16T18:50:11.640-08:00</updated><title type='text'>soon to come</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JtOTHoPKMGg/TQot5-WL1CI/AAAAAAAAAdw/0Z8OceaYGNg/s1600/new500bill2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JtOTHoPKMGg/TQot5-WL1CI/AAAAAAAAAdw/0Z8OceaYGNg/s320/new500bill2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5551299964699399202" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space: pre;"&gt;        &lt;/span&gt;    &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;center&gt;New 500 peso bill&lt;/center&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;This is really great, but hey, it will be greater if we learn how to use them wisely right? And if we appreciate their worth, not in amounts, but the scriptures that were written on it, which made it remarkable. (&lt;i&gt;There is also a 200 peso bill that we'll soon be using.)&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Anyway, these redesigned peso bills were awesome. I hope, as the money features change, so as the the lives of poor Filipinos, the haughty government, and the taking-advantage leaders. I just hope.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i480.photobucket.com/albums/rr168/THYdowagers/THYdowagers2/heart.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;p class="MsoListParagraph"&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;color:black;"  &gt;But I think there is more than that designs which needs attention. :))&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&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/4828162817089650185-8341135804984301668?l=villaprincesa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://villaprincesa.blogspot.com/feeds/8341135804984301668/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4828162817089650185&amp;postID=8341135804984301668&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4828162817089650185/posts/default/8341135804984301668'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4828162817089650185/posts/default/8341135804984301668'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://villaprincesa.blogspot.com/2010/12/soon-to-come.html' title='soon to come'/><author><name>Rina Rubia</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/101029602997927178981</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh3.googleusercontent.com/-zEpX_3BfHEk/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAA10/xHWPXIb5Dac/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JtOTHoPKMGg/TQot5-WL1CI/AAAAAAAAAdw/0Z8OceaYGNg/s72-c/new500bill2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4828162817089650185.post-5637593193729405225</id><published>2010-12-16T00:47:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-16T01:09:37.596-08:00</updated><title type='text'>my so-cute header</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JtOTHoPKMGg/TQnVWpZtb2I/AAAAAAAAAdo/e-vC5fzojdo/s1600/Untitled-1.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 128px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JtOTHoPKMGg/TQnVWpZtb2I/AAAAAAAAAdo/e-vC5fzojdo/s320/Untitled-1.gif" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5551202600758374242" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yehey! Finally I've created a so-cute princess header perfect for me!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How I was able to come up such work? Well, you wouldn't believe. I'm just letting my time pass inside the office because aside from we don't have class, I still wanna recall the stuffs I need to do with some of the articles.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's no articles that needs to edit, I mean, we're done in our last issue this year. Yey! Also, there are no obligations yet, plus when I think at home, I can't find loads to do yet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So what I did was open my blogger account and have blogwalks. I also checked my plurk account if I gained another Karma. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Luckily there was!&lt;/span&gt; And since we're not allowed to open Facebook account until 6 in the afternoon, I instead checked my Gmail account to know 'bout my facebook status.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the process, I get bored and thought of doing something worthy, and so I tried experimenting the Photoshop, and tried to make a new header (the last one was made by Kua J). I get fond playing with the tools and making a nice 'something' out of my pictures during the TN Editorial Staff Pictorial, so I continued and had a good time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With a little knowledge in Photoshop, I was able to come up with a s0-so cute header (for me) How was that? :) Isn't that nice? &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;*ehem* &lt;/span&gt;This is not so easy to do, I'm telling you now. You need to be patient really. I've consumed 3 hours doing this alone. Yea, 3 hours cause I need to make a nice one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yet, it's not perfect. If you try to look at it closely, you'll see the flaw(s). Anyways, I'm happy with my work. At least I made it, right? :) &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;*right*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you wanna make one too, you must have a Photoshop, enough patience, and an artistic mind :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i480.photobucket.com/albums/rr168/THYdowagers/THYdowagers2/heart.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is all for now, Enjoy blogging!&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4828162817089650185-5637593193729405225?l=villaprincesa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://villaprincesa.blogspot.com/feeds/5637593193729405225/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4828162817089650185&amp;postID=5637593193729405225&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4828162817089650185/posts/default/5637593193729405225'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4828162817089650185/posts/default/5637593193729405225'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://villaprincesa.blogspot.com/2010/12/my-so-cute-header.html' title='my so-cute header'/><author><name>Rina Rubia</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/101029602997927178981</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh3.googleusercontent.com/-zEpX_3BfHEk/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAA10/xHWPXIb5Dac/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JtOTHoPKMGg/TQnVWpZtb2I/AAAAAAAAAdo/e-vC5fzojdo/s72-c/Untitled-1.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4828162817089650185.post-8309746121112679268</id><published>2010-12-14T07:45:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-14T08:16:47.675-08:00</updated><title type='text'>For his 20th Birthday...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JtOTHoPKMGg/TQeURqZlq9I/AAAAAAAAAbo/xOanAMJ45bM/s1600/6.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="text-align: left;display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px; " src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JtOTHoPKMGg/TQeURqZlq9I/AAAAAAAAAbo/xOanAMJ45bM/s320/6.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5550568096917728210" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;center style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;a href="http://riena8.blogspot.com/"&gt;my prince&lt;/a&gt; and I&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Wanna let the whole blog world to know that at this very point in time, one of the very appreciated and loved someone of mine is gonna embrace another year of his existence. And I wanna share with them too the joy I have for you on your remarkable moment.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Wanna let them know how lucky I am, I was able to be with you on your 20&lt;sup&gt;th&lt;/sup&gt; year, and still the same person who’ll share laughs with you and gonna share your life anew.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Okay, this post won’t be a usual and typical greeting. It would contain a message full of discoveries, for uniqueness, and love, for realness. &lt;span style="mso-spacerun:yes"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;And I’m gonna convey all the annoying-yet-bubbly-sweet attitude of him.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoListParagraphCxSpFirst" style="text-indent:-.25in;mso-list:l0 level1 lfo1"&gt;&lt;!--[if !supportLists]--&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Symbol;mso-fareast-font-family:Symbol;mso-bidi-font-family: Symbol"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-list:Ignore"&gt;·&lt;span style="font:7.0pt &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;"&gt;         &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;!--[endif]--&gt;&lt;i style="mso-bidi-font-style:normal"&gt;&lt;u&gt;Super Pasaway&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/i&gt;. Heis certain a &lt;i style="mso-bidi-font-style:normal"&gt;pasaway&lt;/i&gt; guy who always knock your feet off. He always do things stupidly cause that’s what he feels to do. &lt;i style="mso-bidi-font-style:normal"&gt;*walang basagan ng trip*&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoListParagraphCxSpMiddle" style="text-indent:-.25in;mso-list:l0 level1 lfo1"&gt;&lt;!--[if !supportLists]--&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Symbol;mso-fareast-font-family:Symbol;mso-bidi-font-family: Symbol"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-list:Ignore"&gt;·&lt;span style="font:7.0pt &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;"&gt;         &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;!--[endif]--&gt;&lt;i style="mso-bidi-font-style:normal"&gt;&lt;u&gt;Makulet!&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/i&gt; Yea, in exclamation point. He often does things beyond your expectation. Though he knows it’s annoying, he still insists cause he JUST wants to.*&lt;i&gt;ewan ko ba*&lt;/i&gt;&lt;i style="mso-bidi-font-style:normal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoListParagraphCxSpMiddle" style="text-indent:-.25in;mso-list:l0 level1 lfo1"&gt;&lt;!--[if !supportLists]--&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Symbol;mso-fareast-font-family:Symbol;mso-bidi-font-family: Symbol"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-list:Ignore"&gt;·&lt;span style="font:7.0pt &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;"&gt;         &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;!--[endif]--&gt;&lt;i style="mso-bidi-font-style:normal"&gt;&lt;u&gt;Waley&lt;/u&gt;. &lt;/i&gt;Yea, it’s like reading between the lines of his corny jokes. As a matter of fact, he still needs to explain how he’s joke goes that way before I eventually laugh at it. &lt;i style="mso-bidi-font-style:normal"&gt;*So waley*&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoListParagraphCxSpMiddle" style="text-indent:-.25in;mso-list:l0 level1 lfo1"&gt;&lt;!--[if !supportLists]--&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Symbol;mso-fareast-font-family:Symbol;mso-bidi-font-family: Symbol"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-list:Ignore"&gt;·&lt;span style="font:7.0pt &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;"&gt;         &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;!--[endif]--&gt;&lt;i style="mso-bidi-font-style:normal"&gt;&lt;u&gt;Iyaken &lt;/u&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span style="mso-spacerun:yes"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Wingdings;mso-ascii-font-family: Calibri;mso-ascii-theme-font:minor-latin;mso-hansi-font-family:Calibri; mso-hansi-theme-font:minor-latin;mso-char-type:symbol;mso-symbol-font-family: Wingdings"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-char-type:symbol;mso-symbol-font-family:Wingdings"&gt;K&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; Yea, he’s really an onion skin&lt;i style="mso-bidi-font-style:normal"&gt;. &lt;/i&gt;He’s super sensitive emotionally. He really wants attention and care especially from the one he loves, cause in that way, he feels appreciated.&lt;i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoListParagraphCxSpMiddle" style="text-indent:-.25in;mso-list:l0 level1 lfo1"&gt;&lt;!--[if !supportLists]--&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Symbol;mso-fareast-font-family:Symbol;mso-bidi-font-family: Symbol"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-list:Ignore"&gt;·&lt;span style="font:7.0pt &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;"&gt;         &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;!--[endif]--&gt;&lt;i style="mso-bidi-font-style:normal"&gt;&lt;u&gt;Sweet!&lt;/u&gt; &lt;/i&gt;With exclamation point again. Yea, I wanna stressed that cause he really is. He always please me, sends butterflies above my head, and flies in my belly. I just have more than enough.&lt;i style="mso-bidi-font-style:normal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoListParagraphCxSpMiddle" style="text-indent:-.25in;mso-list:l0 level1 lfo1"&gt;&lt;!--[if !supportLists]--&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Symbol;mso-fareast-font-family:Symbol;mso-bidi-font-family: Symbol"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-list:Ignore"&gt;·&lt;span style="font:7.0pt &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;"&gt;         &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;!--[endif]--&gt;&lt;i style="mso-bidi-font-style:normal"&gt;&lt;u&gt;Patient.&lt;/u&gt; &lt;/i&gt;Really patience is a virtue to him, that’s what I wanted from him the most. He is patience in all my dim-witted deeds. He’s patience extends so much even, that he can wait for me so long if I’d let him.&lt;i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoListParagraphCxSpMiddle" style="text-indent:-.25in;mso-list:l0 level1 lfo1"&gt;&lt;!--[if !supportLists]--&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Symbol;mso-fareast-font-family:Symbol;mso-bidi-font-family: Symbol"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-list:Ignore"&gt;·&lt;span style="font:7.0pt &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;"&gt;         &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;!--[endif]--&gt;&lt;i style="mso-bidi-font-style:normal"&gt;&lt;u&gt;Understanding.&lt;/u&gt; &lt;/i&gt;Maybe that’s part and parcel of his patience. He understands me more than I could understand myself. He understands my moods, though it’s him hurting. He understands my situation, though it’s him sacrificing. I can’t ask for more.&lt;i style="mso-bidi-font-style:normal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoListParagraphCxSpMiddle" style="text-indent:-.25in;mso-list:l0 level1 lfo1"&gt;&lt;!--[if !supportLists]--&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Symbol;mso-fareast-font-family:Symbol;mso-bidi-font-family: Symbol"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-list:Ignore"&gt;·&lt;span style="font:7.0pt &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;"&gt;         &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;!--[endif]--&gt;&lt;i style="mso-bidi-font-style:normal"&gt;&lt;u&gt;Generous&lt;/u&gt; &lt;/i&gt;&lt;i style="mso-bidi-font-style:normal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Wingdings; mso-ascii-font-family:Calibri;mso-ascii-theme-font:minor-latin;mso-hansi-font-family: Calibri;mso-hansi-theme-font:minor-latin;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;/i&gt;&lt;span style="mso-spacerun:yes"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Well, he’s really kind giving. His kindness even goes beyond to the extent of buying something for me on our monthsarry even if he allocated the money for his pair of shoes. He always pleases me everyday with pure delights.&lt;i style="mso-bidi-font-style:normal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoListParagraphCxSpMiddle" style="text-indent:-.25in;mso-list:l0 level1 lfo1"&gt;&lt;!--[if !supportLists]--&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Symbol;mso-fareast-font-family:Symbol;mso-bidi-font-family: Symbol"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-list:Ignore"&gt;·&lt;span style="font:7.0pt &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;"&gt;         &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;!--[endif]--&gt;&lt;i style="mso-bidi-font-style:normal"&gt;&lt;u&gt;Hard Working&lt;/u&gt;.&lt;/i&gt; He is cause it’s his nature. His responsible enough to acquaint with things he’ll be bearing. While studying, he also has part time jobs. Maybe cause he talents were exceptional. Often times, teachers from different schools would ask him to have drawing tutorial and p\photo editing. &lt;span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;*in-demand masyado*&lt;/i&gt;&lt;i style="mso-bidi-font-style:normal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoListParagraphCxSpMiddle" style="text-indent:-.25in;mso-list:l0 level1 lfo1"&gt;&lt;!--[if !supportLists]--&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Symbol;mso-fareast-font-family:Symbol;mso-bidi-font-family: Symbol"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-list:Ignore"&gt;·&lt;span style="font:7.0pt &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;"&gt;         &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;!--[endif]--&gt;&lt;i style="mso-bidi-font-style:normal"&gt;&lt;u&gt;Artist&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;u&gt;.&lt;/u&gt; Yea, he is a certified great artist! He puts art in everything he does. Even to penmanship, drawings, wear clothes, and in bringing up a good life. He is also great in putting art into my life, what a colorful piece.*&lt;i&gt;ehem*&lt;/i&gt;&lt;i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoListParagraphCxSpMiddle" style="text-indent:-.25in;mso-list:l0 level1 lfo1"&gt;&lt;!--[if !supportLists]--&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Symbol; "&gt;&lt;span style="mso-list:Ignore"&gt;·&lt;span style="font:7.0pt &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;"&gt;         &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;!--[endif]--&gt;&lt;i style="mso-bidi-font-style:normal"&gt;&lt;u&gt;Man-with-no-vices&lt;/u&gt;. &lt;/i&gt;Yea, he is naturally. He admits he was influenced by his friends trying cigars and alcohols but he can’t live with it. His friends even tease him because he can’t survive in drinking and smoke. He said that he has tried them for curiosity, and promised not to waste his life for that. &lt;i&gt;*Weh? :P*&lt;/i&gt;&lt;i style="mso-bidi-font-style:normal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoListParagraphCxSpMiddle" style="text-indent:-.25in;mso-list:l0 level1 lfo1"&gt;&lt;!--[if !supportLists]--&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Symbol;mso-fareast-font-family:Symbol;mso-bidi-font-family: Symbol"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-list:Ignore"&gt;·&lt;span style="font:7.0pt &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;"&gt;         &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;!--[endif]--&gt;&lt;i style="mso-bidi-font-style:normal"&gt;&lt;u&gt;Helpful.&lt;/u&gt; &lt;/i&gt;&lt;span style="mso-spacerun:yes"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;He is a superhero in mortal form. He helps others as long as he can, without restraint, without much *blah-blah*, without refuse at all. He helps because it one way of gaining trust and friendship from people.*Mr. Congeniality*&lt;i style="mso-bidi-font-style:normal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoListParagraphCxSpMiddle" style="text-indent:-.25in;mso-list:l0 level1 lfo1"&gt;&lt;!--[if !supportLists]--&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Symbol;mso-fareast-font-family:Symbol;mso-bidi-font-family: Symbol"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-list:Ignore"&gt;·&lt;span style="font:7.0pt &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;"&gt;         &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;!--[endif]--&gt;&lt;i style="mso-bidi-font-style:normal"&gt;&lt;u&gt;Romantic.&lt;/u&gt; &lt;/i&gt;Superb. He really is so romantic. I can’t even imagine he’s willing to do corny-crazy stuffs (for others), OA deeds (for some guys), and shameful scene (for other girls) in expressing his love. He is way more fantastic yet realistic in heart. If only I could name all those romantic-surprise of him, they’re just too many to mention. *I’ll write a separate post na lang*&lt;i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoListParagraphCxSpMiddle" style="text-indent:-.25in;mso-list:l0 level1 lfo1"&gt;&lt;!--[if !supportLists]--&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Symbol;mso-fareast-font-family:Symbol;mso-bidi-font-family: Symbol"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-list:Ignore"&gt;·&lt;span style="font:7.0pt &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;"&gt;         &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;!--[endif]--&gt;&lt;i style="mso-bidi-font-style:normal"&gt;&lt;u&gt;Alive, Alert, Awake, Enthusiastic!&lt;/u&gt; :D &lt;/i&gt;&lt;span style="mso-spacerun:yes"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;He is a cute, funny-sweet creation of God, who sends off me, making me smile all the time. He’s exhaustless. He’s alert 24 hours. He’s sunshine in the rain indeed. He makes sure I’m getting a hundred percent happiness every time were together.&lt;i&gt;*clap.clap.clap*&lt;/i&gt;&lt;i style="mso-bidi-font-style:normal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoListParagraphCxSpMiddle" style="text-indent:-.25in;mso-list:l0 level1 lfo1"&gt;&lt;!--[if !supportLists]--&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Symbol;mso-fareast-font-family:Symbol;mso-bidi-font-family: Symbol"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-list:Ignore"&gt;·&lt;span style="font:7.0pt &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;"&gt;         &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;!--[endif]--&gt;&lt;i style="mso-bidi-font-style:normal"&gt;&lt;u&gt;He’s serious.&lt;/u&gt; &lt;/i&gt;Serious in the sense that, aside from his playful side, he is motivated with seriousness. He wants a stable ‘US’, without shades of tricks and lies. He wants a focused and mature relationship, who does not only seek for someone who can be with, in times of boredom, who just want other people see he’s in a relationship, in that way he's a cutie. Way than that, he wants because life is too short to waste for someone who doesn’t deserve his love. *&lt;i&gt;And that’s ME!ayee*&lt;/i&gt;&lt;i style="mso-bidi-font-style:normal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoListParagraphCxSpMiddle" style="text-indent:-.25in;mso-list:l0 level1 lfo1"&gt;&lt;!--[if !supportLists]--&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Symbol;mso-fareast-font-family:Symbol;mso-bidi-font-family: Symbol"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-list:Ignore"&gt;·&lt;span style="font:7.0pt &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;"&gt;         &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;!--[endif]--&gt;&lt;i style="mso-bidi-font-style:normal"&gt;&lt;u&gt;He’s in GOD’s arms&lt;/u&gt;. &lt;/i&gt;And he loves that fact. He respects and values GOD above all. We often go attend masses every Sundays, and we even sign the cross when we get to pass by the sanctuary of GOD.&lt;i&gt;*Amen to that*&lt;/i&gt;&lt;i style="mso-bidi-font-style:normal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoListParagraphCxSpMiddle" style="text-indent:-.25in;mso-list:l0 level1 lfo1"&gt;&lt;!--[if !supportLists]--&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Symbol;mso-fareast-font-family:Symbol;mso-bidi-font-family: Symbol"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-list:Ignore"&gt;·&lt;span style="font:7.0pt &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;"&gt;         &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;!--[endif]--&gt;&lt;i style="mso-bidi-font-style:normal"&gt;&lt;u&gt;He loves me so much.&lt;/u&gt; &lt;/i&gt;I can attest of that. He loves me more than I do. He wants what’s always good for me before him. He loves me unconditionally. I sometimes think its unfair cause he’s not getting the love he’s giving to me, but I’m certain he won’t let me. He always look after my sake like my father, advises me of the clothes I wear like my brother, talk to me naturally like my sister, guides me in everything I do like my Mother, and understands me the most. He is my best friend too cause he never criticize me, nor betray me, not back-bite me, like any friends would do. He’s always there to support me - a whole family package.*&lt;i&gt;yey!*&lt;/i&gt;&lt;i style="mso-bidi-font-style:normal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoListParagraphCxSpMiddle"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img src="http://i480.photobucket.com/albums/rr168/THYdowagers/THYdowagers2/heart.gif" border="0" /&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoListParagraphCxSpMiddle"&gt;As you read along, I hope you feel the love and grate that I have for you, and will always be with you. &lt;span style="mso-spacerun:yes"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;At the height of my insecurities and stupid deeds, it’s still you that I’ve got. Thank You for sharing another birthday wishes with me, and I pray more blessings and happiness would come your way.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoListParagraphCxSpMiddle" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:&amp;quot;Georgia&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;;color:black;background:yellow;mso-highlight: yellow"&gt;HAPPY BIRTHDAY!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoListParagraphCxSpLast" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left:.25in"&gt;&lt;i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoListParagraphCxSpLast"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4828162817089650185-8309746121112679268?l=villaprincesa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://villaprincesa.blogspot.com/feeds/8309746121112679268/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4828162817089650185&amp;postID=8309746121112679268&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4828162817089650185/posts/default/8309746121112679268'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4828162817089650185/posts/default/8309746121112679268'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://villaprincesa.blogspot.com/2010/12/for-his-20th-birthday.html' title='For his 20th Birthday...'/><author><name>Rina Rubia</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/101029602997927178981</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh3.googleusercontent.com/-zEpX_3BfHEk/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAA10/xHWPXIb5Dac/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JtOTHoPKMGg/TQeURqZlq9I/AAAAAAAAAbo/xOanAMJ45bM/s72-c/6.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4828162817089650185.post-8485201483012000933</id><published>2010-12-13T06:46:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-13T16:32:06.884-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Name this post :)</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JtOTHoPKMGg/TQY6jenqKOI/AAAAAAAAAao/VVoa8MTOjcw/s1600/good.gif"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JtOTHoPKMGg/TQY6jenqKOI/AAAAAAAAAao/VVoa8MTOjcw/s320/good.gif" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5550187971969951970" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="mso-margin-top-alt:auto;mso-margin-bottom-alt:auto; line-height:normal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span style=" ;color:black;"&gt;Okay, tonight just bear with me as I share along the entire not-so- extraordinary day of mine.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=" ;color:black;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="mso-margin-top-alt:auto;mso-margin-bottom-alt:auto; line-height:normal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span style=" ;color:black;"&gt;This morning, as I got up from bed late 10am, you wouldn’t believe I was still able to go on the net and consumed my 30 minute-preparation for school. I don’t know exactly, maybe I’m just a net addict.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=" ;color:black;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="mso-margin-top-alt:auto;mso-margin-bottom-alt:auto; line-height:normal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span style=" ;color:black;"&gt;And you wouldn’t believe that though I wake up late in the morning, still when I get inside the classroom, I really love to sleep soundly. I don’t know exactly, maybe I find the subject so mind-numbing.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=" ;color:black;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="mso-margin-top-alt:auto;mso-margin-bottom-alt:auto; line-height:normal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span style=" ;color:black;"&gt;And so I decided to go home right after my class, even if that means, I won’t eat my lunch with &lt;a href="http://riena8.blogspot.com/"&gt;him&lt;/a&gt;. I had a rest unswervingly, while my subconscious reminds me of the 40-page lesson that I need to review for our exam at 7pm.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=" ;color:black;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="mso-margin-top-alt:auto;mso-margin-bottom-alt:auto; line-height:normal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span style=" ;color:black;"&gt;Despite the hassle, I headed my way to the computer and opened my &lt;a href="http://www.facebook.com/princess.riena"&gt;facebook account&lt;/a&gt;. &lt;i&gt;Tss, I’m so sick of this clumsiness. &lt;/i&gt;Rather than doing the right thing, I preferred socializing on the net. &lt;i&gt;What a good stude.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=" ;color:black;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="mso-margin-top-alt:auto;mso-margin-bottom-alt:auto; line-height:normal"&gt;&lt;span style=" ;color:black;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="mso-margin-top-alt:auto;mso-margin-bottom-alt:auto; line-height:normal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span style=" ;color:black;"&gt;So my sister, after seizing me doing not-so-with-sense thing, asked me to accompany her to the mall. She said she’s gonna buy something for their &lt;i&gt;Siquijor Escapade. &lt;/i&gt;I had no choice buy to accompany her, besides; I wanna meander a little too. (&lt;i&gt;Thanks I had able to buy a cute pair of sun glasses too)&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=" ;color:black;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="mso-margin-top-alt:auto;mso-margin-bottom-alt:auto; line-height:normal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span style=" ;color:black;"&gt;After my class at 3pm, we(me and &lt;a href="http://riena8.blogspot.com/"&gt;my prince&lt;/a&gt; this time)stray all up to Valencia. We’re certain we love the ambiance in Valencia; it’s just more welcoming and friendly in nature. The park, &lt;i&gt;the kwek-kwek, the footlong&lt;/i&gt;, the scenery, is just comforting. We made it as review place too&lt;i&gt;. Great, yea?&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=" ;color:black;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="mso-margin-top-alt:auto;mso-margin-bottom-alt:auto; line-height:normal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span style=" ;color:black;"&gt;In school at 7pm, we had our first exam in &lt;i&gt;Accounting Principles&lt;/i&gt;, and we just made it! Though we only had few minute-reviews, we’re still able to answer all the questions. (Though he had hard time penning cause of ink) Thanks &lt;b&gt;God&lt;/b&gt; for the knowledge! :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=" ;color:black;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="mso-margin-top-alt:auto;mso-margin-bottom-alt:auto; line-height:normal"&gt;&lt;span style=" ;color:black;"&gt;That’s all for now guys. Good night!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4828162817089650185-8485201483012000933?l=villaprincesa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://villaprincesa.blogspot.com/feeds/8485201483012000933/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4828162817089650185&amp;postID=8485201483012000933&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4828162817089650185/posts/default/8485201483012000933'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4828162817089650185/posts/default/8485201483012000933'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://villaprincesa.blogspot.com/2010/12/name-this-post.html' title='Name this post :)'/><author><name>Rina Rubia</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/101029602997927178981</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh3.googleusercontent.com/-zEpX_3BfHEk/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAA10/xHWPXIb5Dac/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JtOTHoPKMGg/TQY6jenqKOI/AAAAAAAAAao/VVoa8MTOjcw/s72-c/good.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4828162817089650185.post-5894988290748909940</id><published>2010-12-09T00:12:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-09T00:52:13.223-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Chicken Cordon Bleu</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JtOTHoPKMGg/TQCV9KMw1bI/AAAAAAAAAag/n68CJ072rb4/s1600/Chicken-Breast-Cordon-Bleu.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 280px; height: 280px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JtOTHoPKMGg/TQCV9KMw1bI/AAAAAAAAAag/n68CJ072rb4/s320/Chicken-Breast-Cordon-Bleu.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5548599618862896562" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" align="center" style="text-align:center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:10.0pt; line-height:115%"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" align="center" style="text-align:center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:10.0pt; line-height:115%"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;center&gt;After tasting this during the Christening of one of our family friend's daughter, I started to like this kind of delicacy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It happened to cross my way again when one of the restaurants where we had our dinner, has listed this under their menu. And so I started to love it this time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Every time we eat at resto, I used to prefer this kind of mouth-watering delight. Indeed, it captured my human appetite and filled my hunger so much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You see its delicious appearance? Yea, its way more delicious than that. And the cream and sweet ham were perfectly laid inside the chicken. Woah, I'm craving!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have you guys tried this already? It's really great! And what's more great about this? We're gonna make a home-made one :) Isn't that flattering? Yea, we're gonna make our own style. *clap.clap.clap*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, if ever you wish to make your own too, here's the recipe I've included in this post. I hope you'd like it! &lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;p align="center" style="margin:0in;margin-bottom:.0001pt;text-align:center"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:&amp;quot;Tahoma&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;;color:black"&gt;Ingredients&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:&amp;quot;Tahoma&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;;color:black"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="center" style="margin:0in;margin-bottom:.0001pt;text-align:center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:&amp;quot;Tahoma&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;;color:black"&gt;1/2 kilo chicken breast&lt;br /&gt;salt and pepper to taste&lt;br /&gt;4 slices cheddar cheese&lt;br /&gt;4 slices sweet ham&lt;br /&gt;1/4 cup all-purpose flour&lt;br /&gt;2 eggs, slightly beaten&lt;br /&gt;1/2 cup bread crumbs&lt;br /&gt;1/4 cup butter&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="center" style="margin:0in;margin-bottom:.0001pt;text-align:center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:&amp;quot;Tahoma&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;;color:black"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="center" style="margin:0in;margin-bottom:.0001pt;text-align:center"&gt;&lt;b style="mso-bidi-font-weight:normal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:&amp;quot;Tahoma&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;; color:black"&gt;Procedure&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="center" style="margin:0in;margin-bottom:.0001pt;text-align:center"&gt;&lt;span id="more-919"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:&amp;quot;Tahoma&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;;color:black"&gt;1. Slice chicken breast into 4 equal sizes. Make a pocket in the chicken breast for the filling.&lt;br /&gt;(note the size of the cheese and ham should be slightly smaller than the chicken breast slices since it will be filled inside)&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="center" style="margin-top:0in;margin-right:0in;margin-bottom:14.95pt; margin-left:0in;text-align:center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:&amp;quot;Tahoma&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;; color:black"&gt;2. Season chicken breast with a little salt and pepper.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="center" style="margin-top:0in;margin-right:0in;margin-bottom:14.95pt; margin-left:0in;text-align:center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:&amp;quot;Tahoma&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;; color:black"&gt;3. Lay a slice of ham, cheese inside the chicken breast. Roll. Seal the edges firmly.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="center" style="margin-top:0in;margin-right:0in;margin-bottom:14.95pt; margin-left:0in;text-align:center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:&amp;quot;Tahoma&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;; color:black"&gt;4. Dredge it in flour first, followed by rolling it on beaten egg then rolling in bread crumbs. stomach&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="center" style="margin-top:0in;margin-right:0in;margin-bottom:14.95pt; margin-left:0in;text-align:center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:&amp;quot;Tahoma&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;; color:black"&gt;5. Fry in butter for about 4 to 5 minutes on each side.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="center" style="margin-top:0in;margin-right:0in;margin-bottom:14.95pt; margin-left:0in;text-align:center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:&amp;quot;Tahoma&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;; color:black"&gt;6. Garnish and serve.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;************************&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" align="center" style="text-align:center"&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:12.0pt;line-height:115%; font-family:&amp;quot;Georgia&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;;color:black;background:yellow;mso-highlight:yellow"&gt;Bye for now, I'll watch the elders how to make this kind of magnificent. Yummy!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:12.0pt;line-height:115%;font-family:&amp;quot;Tahoma&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;; color:black"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4828162817089650185-5894988290748909940?l=villaprincesa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://villaprincesa.blogspot.com/feeds/5894988290748909940/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4828162817089650185&amp;postID=5894988290748909940&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4828162817089650185/posts/default/5894988290748909940'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4828162817089650185/posts/default/5894988290748909940'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://villaprincesa.blogspot.com/2010/12/chicken-cordon-bleu.html' title='Chicken Cordon Bleu'/><author><name>Rina Rubia</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/101029602997927178981</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh3.googleusercontent.com/-zEpX_3BfHEk/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAA10/xHWPXIb5Dac/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JtOTHoPKMGg/TQCV9KMw1bI/AAAAAAAAAag/n68CJ072rb4/s72-c/Chicken-Breast-Cordon-Bleu.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4828162817089650185.post-7696394075631202239</id><published>2010-12-07T05:54:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-07T06:37:32.540-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Something Sweet!</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JtOTHoPKMGg/TP5Bnr6GTlI/AAAAAAAAAaY/aivlvgZCHdQ/s1600/cornetto.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JtOTHoPKMGg/TP5Bnr6GTlI/AAAAAAAAAaY/aivlvgZCHdQ/s320/cornetto.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5547943941024140882" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It will be 18 nights more to sleep before Christmas Day! Isn't time flies so fast? I didn't even notice that we're already in the month of December.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Anyways, speaking of Christmas Holidays, we can't deny the fact that we, especially Filipinos are fond of exchanging gifts. And we even created something more fun, thrilling and continuous -- &lt;a href= "http://www.kriskringle.com/"&gt;the Kris Kringle&lt;/a&gt;. Are you guys familiar with it? For those who aren't, &lt;a href="http://www.kriskringle.com/"&gt;Kris Kringle&lt;/a&gt; is a form of exchanging gifts, but is done through chains or series. You might want it something sweet on the close dates before Christmas, like 22nd of December, on the following day, you probably want it as something soft. Then the next would like be something wet. Until 25th of December comes, and there you'd exchange main gifts properly. What I mean properly is that, during Kris Kringles, you don't need to buy expensive gifts to please the person you've picked. It can be little delights that can somehow make the person happy or laugh.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Just hours ago, we had a Kris Kringle, and we have it as something sweet in concept. It's really fun to have Kris Kringle because more often than not, everybody would just make someone laugh through their humorous gifts, not necessarily expensive gifts. It's like exchanging little delights and mostly, just a teaser. It also creates a friendly atmosphere.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Okay, my gift is Cornetto ice cream, are you familiar with that? Aside from its cheapness, only P20, its also a nice form of 'something sweet'. Plus, its nice to eat, for everybody does love ice cream! On the other hand, what I received was a piece of sweet candy, specifically dynamite melon flavor (sweet ba yon?) and a small pack of nips. I liked how it was presented, compared to how I presented mine. *hihi* And so it's disappointing to see it's inside. It's really true not to judge the cover, rather seize what's inside. *Just kidding* I liked it much! The effort was there. Thanks Arvztist for that special gift :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Wew! The Kris Kringle ended with so much fun. Christmas is really soon, yea? I'm so excited.. And I'm looking forward for another exchanging of gifts, probably next Tuesday (our meeting day). So, see yah fellas! Have your great gifts wrapped with love :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;******************************&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Would also like to thank &lt;a href = "http"//riena8.blogspot.com"&gt;Ren&lt;/a&gt;, for making the presentation of my gift. For buying another one because unfortunately, the one I bought fell from my bag. And the moment we noticed it, I was in the meeting already. Thanks for the effort. Thanks for being there for me no matter what. THANK YOU! &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 14px; "&gt;♥&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 14px; "&gt;♥&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 14px; "&gt;♥&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4828162817089650185-7696394075631202239?l=villaprincesa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://villaprincesa.blogspot.com/feeds/7696394075631202239/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4828162817089650185&amp;postID=7696394075631202239&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4828162817089650185/posts/default/7696394075631202239'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4828162817089650185/posts/default/7696394075631202239'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://villaprincesa.blogspot.com/2010/12/somethign-sweet.html' title='Something Sweet!'/><author><name>Rina Rubia</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/101029602997927178981</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh3.googleusercontent.com/-zEpX_3BfHEk/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAA10/xHWPXIb5Dac/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JtOTHoPKMGg/TP5Bnr6GTlI/AAAAAAAAAaY/aivlvgZCHdQ/s72-c/cornetto.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4828162817089650185.post-1524552929889510098</id><published>2010-12-07T00:25:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-07T00:42:29.589-08:00</updated><title type='text'>home-made fettuccine</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JtOTHoPKMGg/TP3yDzeIQvI/AAAAAAAAAaQ/3yLcWXl7pW4/s1600/16092010820.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JtOTHoPKMGg/TP3yDzeIQvI/AAAAAAAAAaQ/3yLcWXl7pW4/s320/16092010820.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5547856463160427250" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;Mmm. I'm definitely craving for this again!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's one of the best recipes that my sister used to cook. It's really one of my favorites. I just loved how she is able to come out with such a delicious pasta.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The ingredients were perfectly mixed together, the cooking process with care, is really undeniable.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think you are about to love this too. So here's the recipe I've written, for you to make a perfect fettuccine too. If you wish to customize or make some experiments by yourself, you can! Just be sure you'll let me taste it after :)&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Creamy Chicken Fettuccine&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Ingredients&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* 2 Tbs olive oil&lt;br /&gt;* 4 chicken breasts, boneless and skinless&lt;br /&gt;* 2 garlic cloves, finely minced&lt;br /&gt;* 1 cup white mushrooms, sliced&lt;br /&gt;* 1 Tbs flour&lt;br /&gt;* 1 cup dry white wine (or 1 cup chicken broth)&lt;br /&gt;* 1 cup heavy cream, 1/2 cup grated Parmesan cheese&lt;br /&gt;* salt&lt;br /&gt;* black pepper, freshly ground&lt;br /&gt;* 1 pound fettuccine&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;highlight color="yellow"&gt;Directions&lt;/highlight&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Prepare the fettuccine.&lt;br /&gt;2. heat olive oil over medium-high heat in a large skillet.&lt;br /&gt;3. Cut chicken breasts into 1" cubes.&lt;br /&gt;4. Cook the chicken until browned. Remove the chicken from the skillet.&lt;br /&gt;5. Add the mushrooms and garlic to the skillet. Cover and cook for 1 minute.&lt;br /&gt;6. Sprinkle with the flour and stir quickly to combine.&lt;br /&gt;7. Add the wine and let simmer for one minute.&lt;br /&gt;8. Reduce heat to low and add the cream.&lt;br /&gt;9. Simmer for 2-3 minutes, until the sauce thickens.&lt;br /&gt;10. Stir in cheese, add salt and pepper to taste.&lt;br /&gt;11. Return the chicken to the skillet and heat through.&lt;br /&gt;12. Add to fettuccine and toss.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;-----------------------------&lt;br /&gt;enjoy cooking! &lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4828162817089650185-1524552929889510098?l=villaprincesa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://villaprincesa.blogspot.com/feeds/1524552929889510098/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4828162817089650185&amp;postID=1524552929889510098&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4828162817089650185/posts/default/1524552929889510098'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4828162817089650185/posts/default/1524552929889510098'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://villaprincesa.blogspot.com/2010/12/fettuccine-delisyoso.html' title='home-made fettuccine'/><author><name>Rina Rubia</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/101029602997927178981</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh3.googleusercontent.com/-zEpX_3BfHEk/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAA10/xHWPXIb5Dac/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JtOTHoPKMGg/TP3yDzeIQvI/AAAAAAAAAaQ/3yLcWXl7pW4/s72-c/16092010820.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4828162817089650185.post-1488726818131002403</id><published>2010-12-06T04:44:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-06T05:02:21.367-08:00</updated><title type='text'>My Cosplay</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JtOTHoPKMGg/TPzdYXQXB1I/AAAAAAAAAaI/HmFna810Udw/s1600/rr.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 256px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JtOTHoPKMGg/TPzdYXQXB1I/AAAAAAAAAaI/HmFna810Udw/s320/rr.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5547552251642840914" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;This is one of the best edited pictures from &lt;a href="http://riena8.blogspot.com/"&gt;Ren&lt;/a&gt;. Isn't this so amazing?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haven't you guys tried organizing a cosplay party? Or attending one? Perhaps, hooked by cosplay attires? Well, I just did love cosplay attires and parties since then...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This was when we had our cosplay-themed Interpersonal Relationship (IPR) for our school paper. I just learned to love the theme and of course, the outcome of our bonding moments. We really had fun, and we unwind ourselves from stresses, very well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yea I know I'm so primitive for posting this IPR-related issue, when in fact it's been months already when we had our IPR. Anyways, it's not too late, and never will it be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks to &lt;a href = "http://riena8.blogspot.com"&gt;Ren&lt;/a&gt; for making this included in his best edited pictures that he has done for me. I promise to keep this  forever. Lotsa love ♥&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, this post was inspired because last night, when we're about to have our dinner, we saw a girl wearing a cosplay attire. It was really nice. It's concept is like that of Sailor Moon. A combination of white and blue colors perfectly fit her mini-dress. I like it! :)&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4828162817089650185-1488726818131002403?l=villaprincesa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://villaprincesa.blogspot.com/feeds/1488726818131002403/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4828162817089650185&amp;postID=1488726818131002403&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4828162817089650185/posts/default/1488726818131002403'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4828162817089650185/posts/default/1488726818131002403'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://villaprincesa.blogspot.com/2010/12/my-cosplay.html' title='My Cosplay'/><author><name>Rina Rubia</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/101029602997927178981</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh3.googleusercontent.com/-zEpX_3BfHEk/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAA10/xHWPXIb5Dac/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JtOTHoPKMGg/TPzdYXQXB1I/AAAAAAAAAaI/HmFna810Udw/s72-c/rr.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4828162817089650185.post-9212993534874775938</id><published>2010-12-05T05:47:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-05T07:28:50.396-08:00</updated><title type='text'>wear what you are</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JtOTHoPKMGg/TPupbqOpTVI/AAAAAAAAAaA/x-IS1jT3YbU/s1600/4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 224px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JtOTHoPKMGg/TPupbqOpTVI/AAAAAAAAAaA/x-IS1jT3YbU/s320/4.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5547213658694176082" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Are you fond of collecting fashionable 'anything'? It can be shoes, accessories, bags,dresses and among others? Well, I think that's human nature.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Grown from the city, I really am fond of fashionable and 'kikay' stuffs. Though not all all, could pass the standards of others. For me, my style is none of any kind -- it's simply unique.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Usually when I dress up, I wear it either of my feelings and emotions, or I wanted merely because that fits the occasion I am in. The clothes I wear, definitely speaks of who I am. And I highly believe that a person dresses up according to his personality.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When you're an 'emo' type, you usually wear dark shirts and pants, with matching blank ink on your eye line. When you're kikay, you ought to  wear cake skirts and cute tops with matching colorful blings around your neck and hands.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Or you're a conio type? You wear light colored-polos and skinny jeans. Probably you're a smart type, that you wear turtle neck dresses or 3/4 sleeve blouse and pencil skirts. Perhaps you're a so-woman type, that you wear curve-flowered mini dresses and tight-jeans with sleeveless tops.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What else? Whatever it is, it would still depend on your personality.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Though sometimes, people get to adapt the 'in' fashion. We tend to change the way we used to dress up because we like to be one of those that are popular, seen on tv, and whatever reason. Yea, it's not bad at all. It's not bad to imitate especially if it will fit you the best.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But what if not? What if you are trying harder to dress the way it should be but still ended up like a fool? Would you continue to bring out that fashion, or go back to where you're supposed to?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Remember that what we wear is what we are. Our personalities will greatly be reflected in the clothes we wear. So be sure you're wearing the best that will fit you. So other people won't misinterpret the kind of person that you are.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also, if you wish for a change, pick up the change that won't jeopardize your being, rather would improve even the way you're living. Because that's what real fashion would best mean.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Be the real you. Dress up your personality and stand out with the crowd. Inspire everyone with your epitome of beauty.&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4828162817089650185-9212993534874775938?l=villaprincesa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://villaprincesa.blogspot.com/feeds/9212993534874775938/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4828162817089650185&amp;postID=9212993534874775938&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4828162817089650185/posts/default/9212993534874775938'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4828162817089650185/posts/default/9212993534874775938'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://villaprincesa.blogspot.com/2010/12/fashion-collection.html' title='wear what you are'/><author><name>Rina Rubia</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/101029602997927178981</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh3.googleusercontent.com/-zEpX_3BfHEk/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAA10/xHWPXIb5Dac/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JtOTHoPKMGg/TPupbqOpTVI/AAAAAAAAAaA/x-IS1jT3YbU/s72-c/4.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4828162817089650185.post-28938045762681725</id><published>2010-12-01T23:52:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-02T00:09:10.595-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Tweet me!</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JtOTHoPKMGg/TPdTo1uY_NI/AAAAAAAAAZw/X2TIZYFuE6M/s1600/rina.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 256px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JtOTHoPKMGg/TPdTo1uY_NI/AAAAAAAAAZw/X2TIZYFuE6M/s320/rina.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5545993427211582674" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay. I can't remember exactly why I changed my profile picture in my facebook. All I remember was that a pop-out chat from someone said that only until Monday we could use self pictures as profile and then we must change it to childhood cartoon(s) to advocate for children something, i think.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, as a good citizen, I followed!*smile* I thought it's not really bad at all. Nothing can happen much, as well as, I might be helping the advocate for children. *forgive me I don't know the real thing* But the idea is awesome. I'll be posting the childhood cartoon I loved!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And this is what I choose. Tweety! I got this idea from my mom. When I was a child, my mom recalled that I looked like a bird. Yea, you read it right. A bird! My mom described me as a hairy-skinny-small creature then.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe that's also why I love birds, not that much but I tell you, that's the only pet I prefer to have if you'll let me choose among all the pets. Maybe I'm used to the idea of liking something I'm related to, perhaps, I look alike?*a big NO this time* but I find them easy to have and take care of.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tweety is just so perfectly cute, isn't it? Plus, I love color yellow, the long-curly lashes, and the cheeky attitude. So what's yours?&lt;br /&gt;***********&lt;br /&gt;wait, I want Tom and Jerry too. They make my jaws loose to LOL :DD&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4828162817089650185-28938045762681725?l=villaprincesa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://villaprincesa.blogspot.com/feeds/28938045762681725/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4828162817089650185&amp;postID=28938045762681725&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4828162817089650185/posts/default/28938045762681725'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4828162817089650185/posts/default/28938045762681725'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://villaprincesa.blogspot.com/2010/12/tweet-me.html' title='Tweet me!'/><author><name>Rina Rubia</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/101029602997927178981</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh3.googleusercontent.com/-zEpX_3BfHEk/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAA10/xHWPXIb5Dac/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JtOTHoPKMGg/TPdTo1uY_NI/AAAAAAAAAZw/X2TIZYFuE6M/s72-c/rina.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4828162817089650185.post-5573309071028446452</id><published>2010-12-01T18:30:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-01T23:15:56.135-08:00</updated><title type='text'>naniniwala ka ba sa love at first sight?</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JtOTHoPKMGg/TPcJcxq6TCI/AAAAAAAAAZo/SCw742vRt-8/s1600/MAG.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 222px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JtOTHoPKMGg/TPcJcxq6TCI/AAAAAAAAAZo/SCw742vRt-8/s320/MAG.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5545911856104360994" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Georgia;color:black;"  &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:Georgia,serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span style="background: none repeat scroll 0% 0% yellow;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;"Tae ka ba? Kasi hindi kita kayang paglaruan"&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;This is one of the really awkward-cool lines from the movie "My Amnesia Girl" we watched last night. Yea, it sounds like "huh?" but the latter is very heart-capturing. :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I loved the movie so much. It portrays the importance of heart memory than the temporary loss of mind memory. And most especially, the having of so called 'second chance.'&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I really admired the ways how the guy, (John Lloyd) bring back all the nice memory they had with the girl (Tony), who pretends she has amnesia. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Tony chose to pretend she has amnesia all because she wanted not to remember all the pain that John Lloyd had cause him. She was able to disguised, but not until he learn to forgive John Lloyd on the process and had fell in love with him for the second time.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;John Lloyd on the other hand, showed Tony all the love he has kept for her through the years they were together and didn't mind all the consequences and hardships that he's gonna bear just to let Tony feel she's cared and loved by him since from the start. He was able to gain the forgiveness, and probably the trust that Tony once had for him.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;In the end, they were able to surpass the let say, 'karma' of cowardliness, cheating, and being mean. *winks* They were able to bring the love they had once before, and from this time, a more true and undying love for each other.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;See how inspiring it was? I also loved the line that John Lloyd's dad said to Tony after John Lloyd got amnesia in real -- &lt;i&gt;"Ang amnesia, sa utak lang yan. Pero ang pusong tunay na nagmamahal ay kailan ma'y hindi makakalimot.."&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Have gone watching the movie already? Great! How about those who haven't yet? Hurry up and be inspired by a true love! :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;**************************&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Thanks for the great movie, &lt;a href="http://riena8.blogspot.com/"&gt; Ren Angelo :)&lt;/a&gt; lotsa love &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 14px;font-family:'lucida grande',tahoma,verdana,arial,sans-serif;font-size:11px;"  &gt;♥&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;The ruling attendant steams before the infinite disguise.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4828162817089650185-5573309071028446452?l=villaprincesa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://villaprincesa.blogspot.com/feeds/5573309071028446452/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4828162817089650185&amp;postID=5573309071028446452&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4828162817089650185/posts/default/5573309071028446452'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4828162817089650185/posts/default/5573309071028446452'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://villaprincesa.blogspot.com/2010/12/tae-ka-ba-kasi-hindi-kita-kayang.html' title='naniniwala ka ba sa love at first sight?'/><author><name>Rina Rubia</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/101029602997927178981</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh3.googleusercontent.com/-zEpX_3BfHEk/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAA10/xHWPXIb5Dac/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JtOTHoPKMGg/TPcJcxq6TCI/AAAAAAAAAZo/SCw742vRt-8/s72-c/MAG.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4828162817089650185.post-4805882417044043614</id><published>2010-11-30T03:23:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-11-30T03:44:56.042-08:00</updated><title type='text'>hand signs</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JtOTHoPKMGg/TPTitEHYr2I/AAAAAAAAAZg/dEMg6YBNL-E/s1600/r.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 260px; height: 194px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JtOTHoPKMGg/TPTitEHYr2I/AAAAAAAAAZg/dEMg6YBNL-E/s320/r.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5545306305026633570" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have you ever tried forming these signs? To whom do you usually show that? :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's pretty cool to communicate through some unusual forms, yea? And it's much cooler if it's exchange between two people who seems to have their own world of relating to each other, agree?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, I myself is fond of using those hand signs because I see it as nice way of expressing yourself. Perhaps, you're amid the crowd and you don't want others to seize both of you. Other could be like, you're quite far distant from each other, and the only option left is to use hand signs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really find it more sweet and cool. Cause my perspective is I wanna stand unique among other things which are commonly done. And I wanna communicate with ways I am comfortable to, of course considering that the one I'm communicating to, also comprehends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I find it really cute *winks* It has been, and will always be cute for me. The medium that connects us despite odds.&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JtOTHoPKMGg/TPTis7F33YI/AAAAAAAAAZY/maC4tRZX234/s1600/i.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 259px; height: 194px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JtOTHoPKMGg/TPTis7F33YI/AAAAAAAAAZY/maC4tRZX234/s320/i.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5545306302604369282" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just a moment ago, I did the same hand sign for him, and he gladly replied back :) Some people might wonder what it was, &lt;i&gt;but the hell I care?&lt;/i&gt; *sarcastic laugh*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You might wanna try it too, I bet it's one of the coolest!&lt;br /&gt;Yee.Yee.Yee.&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4828162817089650185-4805882417044043614?l=villaprincesa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://villaprincesa.blogspot.com/feeds/4805882417044043614/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4828162817089650185&amp;postID=4805882417044043614&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4828162817089650185/posts/default/4805882417044043614'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4828162817089650185/posts/default/4805882417044043614'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://villaprincesa.blogspot.com/2010/11/hand-signs.html' title='hand signs'/><author><name>Rina Rubia</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/101029602997927178981</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh3.googleusercontent.com/-zEpX_3BfHEk/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAA10/xHWPXIb5Dac/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JtOTHoPKMGg/TPTitEHYr2I/AAAAAAAAAZg/dEMg6YBNL-E/s72-c/r.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4828162817089650185.post-5583620965872053961</id><published>2010-11-29T23:44:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-11-30T00:00:10.160-08:00</updated><title type='text'>GCs</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JtOTHoPKMGg/TPSuOdZNtjI/AAAAAAAAAZQ/2dM7SV84SkE/s1600/rina.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 281px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JtOTHoPKMGg/TPSuOdZNtjI/AAAAAAAAAZQ/2dM7SV84SkE/s320/rina.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5545248604631709234" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;GCs! *gee*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Actually, that gift certificates were given by the most generous sponsor of that day. Because aside from accepting us on their team (though it would still be after graduate), still the experience was worth all the efforts and time. Plus, we got a very rewarding exchange -- gift certificates!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, just after we watched Mr and Miss NORSU, and a little time roaming around the city, we finally used the pleasure the GC has to offer *smile* -- Jollibee treats! That was really great.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After that full night, we thought of asking for another GCs to that kind sponsor to keep us full (just kidding) Well, we hope for another to come. That's not bad I guess. :)&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4828162817089650185-5583620965872053961?l=villaprincesa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://villaprincesa.blogspot.com/feeds/5583620965872053961/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4828162817089650185&amp;postID=5583620965872053961&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4828162817089650185/posts/default/5583620965872053961'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4828162817089650185/posts/default/5583620965872053961'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://villaprincesa.blogspot.com/2010/11/gcs.html' title='GCs'/><author><name>Rina Rubia</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/101029602997927178981</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh3.googleusercontent.com/-zEpX_3BfHEk/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAA10/xHWPXIb5Dac/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JtOTHoPKMGg/TPSuOdZNtjI/AAAAAAAAAZQ/2dM7SV84SkE/s72-c/rina.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4828162817089650185.post-6977159714722770398</id><published>2010-11-28T03:31:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-11-28T03:47:06.088-08:00</updated><title type='text'>cold and rainy night</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JtOTHoPKMGg/TPJApFHUI_I/AAAAAAAAAZI/OQSjtjwtsQw/s1600/rain-girl.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 194px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JtOTHoPKMGg/TPJApFHUI_I/AAAAAAAAAZI/OQSjtjwtsQw/s320/rain-girl.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5544565165738173426" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;Here comes the rain again. Hear its annoying noise from above, feel its shivering cold, and empathize into its sadness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really don't understand why. But when it rains, I feel sad especially when I'm all by myself. I get to capture all the memories in the past, and started realizing how I missed them so much. I also get to hear the songs that succumbs my being, the love they brought to me, the things I liked to do are perfectly visualize, and I can't help but to cry. Keep myself from reminiscing, and eventually long for that moment to replay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So usually when it rains, I always make myself busy on some things, though not that important. I avoid to instances of crying so hard with those pictures in the past that I missed so much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As the rain starts to pour and gets hard, I feel like being in a far away world, with no one around...&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes I frightened, because I felt like losing the ones important to me. I feel like I'm the only person in the world living.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks to our Father God, who is always there beside me. Watching over me and making me feel in real comfort. I know He's always there to guide me, even in the darkest moments, I'm certain, He's there to protect me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; He has been, and forever be my greatest refuge.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4828162817089650185-6977159714722770398?l=villaprincesa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://villaprincesa.blogspot.com/feeds/6977159714722770398/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4828162817089650185&amp;postID=6977159714722770398&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4828162817089650185/posts/default/6977159714722770398'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4828162817089650185/posts/default/6977159714722770398'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://villaprincesa.blogspot.com/2010/11/cold-and-rainy-night.html' title='cold and rainy night'/><author><name>Rina Rubia</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/101029602997927178981</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh3.googleusercontent.com/-zEpX_3BfHEk/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAA10/xHWPXIb5Dac/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JtOTHoPKMGg/TPJApFHUI_I/AAAAAAAAAZI/OQSjtjwtsQw/s72-c/rain-girl.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4828162817089650185.post-9020031046355368580</id><published>2010-11-26T06:01:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-11-26T06:27:37.796-08:00</updated><title type='text'>happy!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JtOTHoPKMGg/TO_DzmXbzJI/AAAAAAAAAZA/6ajN0AzdTvw/s1600/highlighter_happy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 271px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JtOTHoPKMGg/TO_DzmXbzJI/AAAAAAAAAZA/6ajN0AzdTvw/s320/highlighter_happy.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5543864957555952786" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JtOTHoPKMGg/TO_C9tVp8kI/AAAAAAAAAY4/Et1nbW2tE44/s1600/Happy-Bunny---Notes--C11750991.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;Okay, you might think I'm crazy. The last night I'm talking about causing hurt to someone. The other day I'm talking about the hurt that someone had caused me. Now, you see? I'm talking about happiness!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yea, I know I might be insane. Who wouldn't think? tss. I guess, there must be something wrong in my being *kidding*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seriously, I really wanted to be happy. In all the things I do, times I'm engaged with, people I love and those who love me, works I usually do, leisure times I'm still having, and all the like. I wanted to be happy simply because that's a virtue for me. If you keep on smiling, you might as well lifting up the souls of those who are weary, those who are in need, even with a delightful countenance.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm happy! Because even just a second *unsure* I didn't put a frown on his face. We've been together for almost the whole day. Just together. enjoying the beauty around. He was by my side anywhere I go, and though we ate our lunch quite late already, at least, we ate together still. I had full lunchner (dinner&amp;amp;&amp;amp;lunch) with him. *burp*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm happy! I texted my mom while ago and we chit-chat for awhile. We planned to watch a pageant in town tomorrow night. With Shane and my Dad of course. Pretty sure we'll have quality time tomorrow. It's a perfect bonding for us, lemme relate those past weeks I wasn't able to go home. i missed them so much! And I wanna be with them if time would just let me. Any ways, I would really love to be with them tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm happy! Well, I didn't really hoped for this but it came just true! *happy* Woa, Father God please guide me. I wanted this to be a blast. I've been wanting it for so long, and how I wish you would guide me all through. I trust in you Father God. &lt;i&gt;"Nothing to worry Rina, just be the real you."&lt;/i&gt; I hope everything would just turn good for us. I'm really excited!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm happy. Because were happy together. I can exert the best efforts in all the things I do because of him, of his determination to push me going. I do appreciate it all. And I thank you for always being there for me. Thank you for the support, you never ever let me down. I love you &lt;3&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To my ever loyal parents, thanks for the constant support and understanding. Though sometimes misunderstood, I still love you so much! And I appreciate your nags at me. To Father God, who sustains the power and love on me, thank you. I would forever praise you and trust in you. i love you above anything!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4828162817089650185-9020031046355368580?l=villaprincesa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://villaprincesa.blogspot.com/feeds/9020031046355368580/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4828162817089650185&amp;postID=9020031046355368580&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4828162817089650185/posts/default/9020031046355368580'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4828162817089650185/posts/default/9020031046355368580'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://villaprincesa.blogspot.com/2010/11/happy.html' title='happy!'/><author><name>Rina Rubia</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/101029602997927178981</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh3.googleusercontent.com/-zEpX_3BfHEk/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAA10/xHWPXIb5Dac/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JtOTHoPKMGg/TO_DzmXbzJI/AAAAAAAAAZA/6ajN0AzdTvw/s72-c/highlighter_happy.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4828162817089650185.post-1639881357078238710</id><published>2010-11-24T22:57:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-11-25T05:58:22.722-08:00</updated><title type='text'>forgive me</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JtOTHoPKMGg/TO4LlYu_-II/AAAAAAAAAYw/_mw9R0mpBGU/s1600/forgive-me1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 319px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JtOTHoPKMGg/TO4LlYu_-II/AAAAAAAAAYw/_mw9R0mpBGU/s320/forgive-me1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5543380928262305922" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;I swear, i didn't knew it would turn out to be bitter like this. When you told me I'm invited, I felt happy. Though I think ahead of moments I'm sure we won't be together (cause you'll help out in making the preparations), I still chose to go. Simply because I wanna be with you, I love you and I wanna get to know more about your family.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm sorry, I reacted far from what I should be. I didn't know how to be okay when things start to hasten. I wasn't able to stay for long, I wasn't able to mingle well with your cousins, your brother and your mom. I even didn't know I'd spoil your aura as well. I'm sorry for my erratic emotions. Sorry if i keep myself silent as if I'm alone, no one's around. Sorry if you think I reacted different.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Forgive me, if things didn't turn out the way you expected. forgive me if this is my nature. Forgive me if I cant handle situations in accord of what you want. Forgive me if I'm acting the real me. Forgive me if even when you drop me home, I'm still not in the mood to talk to you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However, Thanks for the invite! Thanks for the time and care.&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4828162817089650185-1639881357078238710?l=villaprincesa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://villaprincesa.blogspot.com/feeds/1639881357078238710/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4828162817089650185&amp;postID=1639881357078238710&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4828162817089650185/posts/default/1639881357078238710'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4828162817089650185/posts/default/1639881357078238710'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://villaprincesa.blogspot.com/2010/11/forgive-me.html' title='forgive me'/><author><name>Rina Rubia</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/101029602997927178981</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh3.googleusercontent.com/-zEpX_3BfHEk/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAA10/xHWPXIb5Dac/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JtOTHoPKMGg/TO4LlYu_-II/AAAAAAAAAYw/_mw9R0mpBGU/s72-c/forgive-me1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4828162817089650185.post-6801900431762021543</id><published>2010-11-24T05:35:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-11-24T06:14:13.892-08:00</updated><title type='text'>okay</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JtOTHoPKMGg/TO0Y32r81CI/AAAAAAAAAYI/OnIEnIBddfk/s1600/woman-unhappy-at-work.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 226px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JtOTHoPKMGg/TO0Y32r81CI/AAAAAAAAAYI/OnIEnIBddfk/s320/woman-unhappy-at-work.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5543114064214676514" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0in;margin-bottom:.0001pt;line-height: normal"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; line-height: normal; font-size: 17px; "&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:12.5pt;mso-bidi-font-size:11.0pt;mso-fareast-font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;;mso-bidi-font-family:&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;;color:black; background:yellow;mso-highlight:yellow"&gt;Okay. I'm trying to be okay.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:12.5pt;mso-bidi-font-size:11.0pt;mso-fareast-font-family:&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;; mso-bidi-font-family:&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;;color:black"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 16px; "&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; line-height: normal; font-size: 17px; display: inline !important; "&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:12.5pt;mso-bidi-font-size:11.0pt;mso-fareast-font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;;mso-bidi-font-family:&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;;color:black"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; line-height: normal; font-size: 17px; "&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:12.5pt;mso-bidi-font-size:11.0pt;mso-fareast-font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;;mso-bidi-font-family:&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;;color:black"&gt;Some people just don't have the even slightest sensitivity to certain matters. I mean, serious matters. They always wanted to be followed, they always demand for everything, they always impose obligations and respect. And I really am finding it hard this time.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; line-height: normal; font-size: 17px; "&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:12.5pt;mso-bidi-font-size:11.0pt;mso-fareast-font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;;mso-bidi-font-family:&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;;color:black"&gt; I've always been such a mute on this endless situation. I always wanna give up. But as soon as I think and realize how fool would I be if let myself down her level, I pull myself from guilt.  Yea, she's close to me. I looked up to her, I obey her every words, all because I love her.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; line-height: normal; font-size: 17px; "&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:12.5pt;mso-fareast-font-family:&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;; mso-bidi-font-family:&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;;color:black"&gt;And so its painful much to experience being hurt from someone you love. I mean, you get disappointed and terribly down.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; line-height: normal; font-size: 17px; "&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:12.5pt;mso-fareast-font-family:&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;; mso-bidi-font-family:&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;;color:black"&gt;Okay. I'll try to understand her.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:12.5pt;mso-bidi-font-size:11.0pt; mso-fareast-font-family:&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;;mso-bidi-font-family:&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;; color:black"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:12.5pt;mso-fareast-font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;;mso-bidi-font-family:&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;;color:black"&gt;*I always do*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:12.5pt;mso-bidi-font-size:11.0pt; mso-fareast-font-family:&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;;mso-bidi-font-family:&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;; color:black"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:12.5pt;mso-fareast-font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;;mso-bidi-font-family:&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;;color:black"&gt;But this time around, I must speak up, so misinterpretations won't harm anyone of us. Especially the cherished-relationship between us. I love you, I really do. And since I'm the one who understands, who can patiently bear tolerable, yet sometimes awful doings of yours, I would, at the height of my values, understand.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; line-height: normal; display: inline !important; "&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:12.5pt;mso-fareast-font-family:&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;; mso-bidi-font-family:&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;;color:black"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; line-height: normal; font-size: 17px; "&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:12.5pt;mso-fareast-font-family:&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;; mso-bidi-font-family:&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;;color:black"&gt;-------------------------------&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; line-height: normal; font-size: 17px; "&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:12.0pt;mso-fareast-font-family:&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;; mso-bidi-font-family:&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;;color:black;background:yellow; mso-highlight:yellow"&gt;Thanks to my comforter on sad situations like this. I really appreciate, and I'm feeling better now. Love you! :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12.5pt;mso-fareast-font-family:&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;;mso-bidi-font-family:&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;; color:black"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="font-size: 17px; "&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4828162817089650185-6801900431762021543?l=villaprincesa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://villaprincesa.blogspot.com/feeds/6801900431762021543/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4828162817089650185&amp;postID=6801900431762021543&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4828162817089650185/posts/default/6801900431762021543'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4828162817089650185/posts/default/6801900431762021543'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://villaprincesa.blogspot.com/2010/11/okay.html' title='okay'/><author><name>Rina Rubia</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/101029602997927178981</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh3.googleusercontent.com/-zEpX_3BfHEk/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAA10/xHWPXIb5Dac/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JtOTHoPKMGg/TO0Y32r81CI/AAAAAAAAAYI/OnIEnIBddfk/s72-c/woman-unhappy-at-work.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4828162817089650185.post-5501023043911801089</id><published>2010-11-19T03:46:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-11-19T05:03:32.765-08:00</updated><title type='text'>faulty criticism</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JtOTHoPKMGg/TOZp7NNcT9I/AAAAAAAAAYA/O1JDzjLRz68/s1600/sad.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JtOTHoPKMGg/TOZp7NNcT9I/AAAAAAAAAYA/O1JDzjLRz68/s320/sad.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5541232857405214674" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;varied emotions fall to sadness&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My enthusiasm to play badminton with my buddies pace off because of that call. Okay, it was one of the tough individual I really looked up to. Well, because I really admire the way she teaches and when she talks, I get astounded.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now when I just about to look for rackets for our play, she ring the office. One of the staff answered but she was looking any of the editors. Unfortunately, I was the only one there. Without any idea of the topic, I answered still, politely. "&lt;i&gt;Yes Ma'am goodafternoon, waht can I do for you?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was dissapointed when she started speaking to me with that manner, with that tone. Though I felt confused of why was she talking that way, I managed to listen attentively.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So here's the issue, she was disappointed with one of the articles written on our issue. According to her, she was angry of our unjust journalism. She stressed that we keep on bullying their department. She even said that what we have published on that certain topic were all false-written.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I thought, how the hell could have been like that? I mean, we are journalists. we are supposed to write based on facts, with balance and validity. We are getting both sides to balance the issue and we wont ever published with bias. more importantly, we are not publishing certain matters without the approval of our adviser, who is a media practitioner, and a lawyer at heart. all the articles published were scrutinized from editors, former editors who extends their help to us, up to our adviser.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And so I cant believe how she said that. How she reacted that way. * blameless* It only goes to show, either way, they are guilty of the crime, or they didn't expect their statements had effected such form.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;Anyway, thanks for reading our paper!&lt;/center&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space: pre; "&gt;     &lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;------------------------------------------------------&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I dont want that thing to spoil my day. So, we headed to the oval and and enjoyed playing badminton, jogged and had 5 curl-ups *smile*. Afterwhich, we had good time eating balut and tempura at the boulevard. Thanks Papa Jesus! :) I love my buddies...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4828162817089650185-5501023043911801089?l=villaprincesa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://villaprincesa.blogspot.com/feeds/5501023043911801089/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4828162817089650185&amp;postID=5501023043911801089&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4828162817089650185/posts/default/5501023043911801089'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4828162817089650185/posts/default/5501023043911801089'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://villaprincesa.blogspot.com/2010/11/faulty-criticism.html' title='faulty criticism'/><author><name>Rina Rubia</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/101029602997927178981</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh3.googleusercontent.com/-zEpX_3BfHEk/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAA10/xHWPXIb5Dac/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JtOTHoPKMGg/TOZp7NNcT9I/AAAAAAAAAYA/O1JDzjLRz68/s72-c/sad.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4828162817089650185.post-1858671310135724092</id><published>2010-11-15T02:02:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-11-15T02:09:35.520-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Aja!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JtOTHoPKMGg/TOEGcaWWz1I/AAAAAAAAAX4/bDyVjcnOvVI/s1600/rr.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 220px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JtOTHoPKMGg/TOEGcaWWz1I/AAAAAAAAAX4/bDyVjcnOvVI/s320/rr.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5539716101821615954" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;center&gt;No one can change the past, but we can definitely avoid whatever is bitter in the future.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;/center&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;It’s so frustrating how some people argue on something that is nonsense, something that’s already passed. Making each other feel regretful. My gosh, were in the same family! If we let each other fall and believe only in one’s ability, we can’t bring out the best in the group. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Isn’t it so nice to work with humorous and true people, with no shades of fakeness? Pretty sure everything we do will contribute to the success of our goal, yea? So why on earth we act like crabs?&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;It’s true we can avoid frustrations in the future, that only if, we try to understand each other. We can do these guys, but if we keep on watching and blaming each fault, we can’t move on, we can’t grow.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Yea. Though everything seems so vague now, I’m still positive that there is hope. Just be the friendly you. The humble you. The good you. And the smart you :)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4828162817089650185-1858671310135724092?l=villaprincesa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://villaprincesa.blogspot.com/feeds/1858671310135724092/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4828162817089650185&amp;postID=1858671310135724092&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4828162817089650185/posts/default/1858671310135724092'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4828162817089650185/posts/default/1858671310135724092'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://villaprincesa.blogspot.com/2010/11/aja.html' title='Aja!'/><author><name>Rina Rubia</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/101029602997927178981</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh3.googleusercontent.com/-zEpX_3BfHEk/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAA10/xHWPXIb5Dac/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JtOTHoPKMGg/TOEGcaWWz1I/AAAAAAAAAX4/bDyVjcnOvVI/s72-c/rr.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4828162817089650185.post-6211033922430907867</id><published>2010-11-11T21:47:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-11-11T22:32:11.977-08:00</updated><title type='text'>sori na oh :(</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JtOTHoPKMGg/TNzfGS6qpgI/AAAAAAAAAXo/UXkD6sEN2kU/s1600/rrrr.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 176px; height: 200px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JtOTHoPKMGg/TNzfGS6qpgI/AAAAAAAAAXo/UXkD6sEN2kU/s200/rrrr.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5538546941008979458" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;b&gt;I'm very sorry.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;div&gt;For I had caused you pain. I'm sorry. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;This peace offering, I hope, would serve as a compromise.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm really sorry. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I promise to be nice girl this time :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I won't let you down.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I love you.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4828162817089650185-6211033922430907867?l=villaprincesa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://villaprincesa.blogspot.com/feeds/6211033922430907867/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4828162817089650185&amp;postID=6211033922430907867&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4828162817089650185/posts/default/6211033922430907867'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4828162817089650185/posts/default/6211033922430907867'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://villaprincesa.blogspot.com/2010/11/im-sorry.html' title='sori na oh :('/><author><name>Rina Rubia</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/101029602997927178981</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh3.googleusercontent.com/-zEpX_3BfHEk/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAA10/xHWPXIb5Dac/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JtOTHoPKMGg/TNzfGS6qpgI/AAAAAAAAAXo/UXkD6sEN2kU/s72-c/rrrr.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4828162817089650185.post-9034202565601864677</id><published>2010-11-10T05:40:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-11-10T06:19:24.854-08:00</updated><title type='text'>surprised!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JtOTHoPKMGg/TNqmgJzQnyI/AAAAAAAAAXY/ih2DbQpxOGE/s1600/3.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JtOTHoPKMGg/TNqmf50RndI/AAAAAAAAAXQ/99oRkp6zgDM/s1600/1.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JtOTHoPKMGg/TNqmJ--cBNI/AAAAAAAAAXA/ytEQWSvueXg/s1600/Untitled-2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 86px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JtOTHoPKMGg/TNqmJ--cBNI/AAAAAAAAAXA/ytEQWSvueXg/s200/Untitled-2.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5537921382259360978" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;Okay, I won’t be going around the bush any longer, to save space, perhaps? Or maybe because I don’t wanna keep you reading *smile*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0in;margin-bottom:.0001pt;line-height: normal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt; "&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0in;margin-bottom:.0001pt;line-height: normal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt; color: black; "&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;Im choosy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt; Its been quite a long time already when&lt;a href="http://riena8.blogspot.com/"&gt; Ren &lt;/a&gt; and I, are looking for sassy blings, but we really couldn’t find one. We’ve been plagued by so different styles but not an inch of what we really aim.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0in;margin-bottom:.0001pt;line-height: normal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt; color: black; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JtOTHoPKMGg/TNqmKX1cgrI/AAAAAAAAAXI/Yrwbh-8OOu0/s200/r.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5537921388932530866" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 134px; height: 200px; " /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;Im sad a bit&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt; Im just so overwhelmed of the idea of having that bling on my hands sooner or later. We really thought were way near to what is really the best. Until I get disappointed.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0in;margin-bottom:.0001pt;line-height: normal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt; color: black; "&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0in;margin-bottom:.0001pt;line-height: normal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt; color: black; "&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;I hoped&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt; That one day I could find that best bling. Sounds desperate but yea, I really wanna have it. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0in;margin-bottom:.0001pt;line-height: normal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt; color: black; "&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0in;margin-bottom:.0001pt;line-height: normal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt; color: black; "&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;Im enlightened&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt; Finally I already found the bling Im looking for. Its on the net! So many vintage blings are on sale.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0in;margin-bottom:.0001pt;line-height: normal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt; color: black; "&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JtOTHoPKMGg/TNqmf50RndI/AAAAAAAAAXQ/99oRkp6zgDM/s1600/1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JtOTHoPKMGg/TNqmf50RndI/AAAAAAAAAXQ/99oRkp6zgDM/s200/1.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5537921758831680978" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 150px; height: 200px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JtOTHoPKMGg/TNqmKX1cgrI/AAAAAAAAAXI/Yrwbh-8OOu0/s1600/r.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JtOTHoPKMGg/TNqmJ--cBNI/AAAAAAAAAXA/ytEQWSvueXg/s1600/Untitled-2.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JtOTHoPKMGg/TNqmJ--cBNI/AAAAAAAAAXA/ytEQWSvueXg/s1600/Untitled-2.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0in;margin-bottom:.0001pt;line-height: normal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt; color: black; "&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0in;margin-bottom:.0001pt;line-height: normal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt; color: black; "&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;Im sad again.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt; After checking the prize, I realized it’s posh. *bitter* But then…&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0in;margin-bottom:.0001pt;line-height: normal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt; color: black; "&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0in;margin-bottom:.0001pt;line-height: normal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt; color: black; "&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;Im surprised&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt; I never thought &lt;a href="http://riena8.blogspot.com/"&gt;Ren &lt;/a&gt; was looking for a better,his own way. He bought the bling I wanted and supposed to give it on our monthsary this month. I won’t elaborate more on how it became ‘supposed’ but glad and happy I have my bling!&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0in;margin-bottom:.0001pt;line-height: normal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt; color: black; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JtOTHoPKMGg/TNqmgJzQnyI/AAAAAAAAAXY/ih2DbQpxOGE/s200/3.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5537921763122388770" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 150px; height: 200px; " /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;It’s such a contentment of having the thing you wanted and its &lt;b&gt;much nicer&lt;/b&gt; because it came from someone special.. &lt;i&gt;Thanks much! :)&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0in;margin-bottom:.0001pt;line-height: normal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:12.0pt;font-family:&amp;quot;Georgia&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;;mso-fareast-font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;;mso-bidi-font-family:&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;;color:black"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0in;margin-bottom:.0001pt;line-height: normal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:12.0pt;font-family:&amp;quot;Georgia&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;;mso-fareast-font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;;mso-bidi-font-family:&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;;color:black"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4828162817089650185-9034202565601864677?l=villaprincesa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://villaprincesa.blogspot.com/feeds/9034202565601864677/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4828162817089650185&amp;postID=9034202565601864677&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4828162817089650185/posts/default/9034202565601864677'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4828162817089650185/posts/default/9034202565601864677'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://villaprincesa.blogspot.com/2010/11/surprised.html' title='surprised!'/><author><name>Rina Rubia</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/101029602997927178981</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh3.googleusercontent.com/-zEpX_3BfHEk/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAA10/xHWPXIb5Dac/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JtOTHoPKMGg/TNqmJ--cBNI/AAAAAAAAAXA/ytEQWSvueXg/s72-c/Untitled-2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4828162817089650185.post-9175350602395915908</id><published>2010-11-08T03:36:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-11-08T04:36:17.769-08:00</updated><title type='text'>HOPELESS DERELICT (paepal)</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JtOTHoPKMGg/TNfsxTqFNOI/AAAAAAAAAWQ/q8FLOpTHSa4/s1600/epal+(1).jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 142px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JtOTHoPKMGg/TNfsxTqFNOI/AAAAAAAAAWQ/q8FLOpTHSa4/s320/epal+(1).jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5537154598709834978" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;This post was inspired through the efforts of, let say, wasted mammal messing up overtime. Gladly now I post thee, this faded life’s best :) &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wonder how some people ever think of themselves as someone that everybody must look up to, yet when they act, their tainted-attitude flied out like a waft disgusting your way.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wonder how he dominates the people as if everything’s under his control, as if everything’s his property, yet when he speaks, full-filth trash ridicule your senses. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wonder how he ever tries so hard to seize everyone’s attention, yet when he starts to do, such an annoyance in aloof.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Worst is, when he gets leech-closed with others just to gain effortless assets. Too pathetic for they are larger in number now.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hindi mo ba napapansin? Everyone’s sick of you! And if you think you’re funny enough to amuse everyone, get lost coz hindi ikaw ang happy clown. You’re but a fake plastic fool. I wonder how you ever sham a look like that. Hindi na masaya mga tao sa ‘yo. &lt;i&gt;Correction. Never naging Masaya ang mga tao around you&lt;/i&gt;. So please, you better keep your ass on hole and mind your damn business. Who the hell do you think you are? If you leveled Einstein’s IQ then, were friends! For God’s sake, STOP that dreadful act! Hindi bagay, mukha kang tanga. And if you really need someone to burst out all the trash in your being, then here, &lt;i&gt;piso&lt;/i&gt; Maghanap ka ng kausap mo! Gossh!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;P.S&lt;/b&gt; Wag ka masyado mahangin, ang panget, hindi bagay sayo.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4828162817089650185-9175350602395915908?l=villaprincesa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://villaprincesa.blogspot.com/feeds/9175350602395915908/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4828162817089650185&amp;postID=9175350602395915908&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4828162817089650185/posts/default/9175350602395915908'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4828162817089650185/posts/default/9175350602395915908'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://villaprincesa.blogspot.com/2010/11/hopeless-derelict-paepal.html' title='HOPELESS DERELICT (paepal)'/><author><name>Rina Rubia</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/101029602997927178981</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh3.googleusercontent.com/-zEpX_3BfHEk/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAA10/xHWPXIb5Dac/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JtOTHoPKMGg/TNfsxTqFNOI/AAAAAAAAAWQ/q8FLOpTHSa4/s72-c/epal+(1).jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4828162817089650185.post-6889125075380918056</id><published>2010-11-07T04:47:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-11-07T05:45:54.617-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Kulet!</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;size = "100"&gt;&lt;a href="http://mnpls.com/" title="Girls Myspace Comments"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i.mnpls.com/282/28246.gif" alt="Girls Myspace Comments" border="0"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;a href="http://mnpls.com/girls-28246.html" title="Girls Myspace Comments"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;/size&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have you ever felt of pining for something/someone though it's just been a while since you apart, and you're pretty sure it won't be long for you to be with that thing/person again?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;Yea, I never thought it would be as sting as this but believe me, it did happened. I just found myself pressing the phone keypads and already typing a message. All of a sudden heard the ringing of the doorbell and there he is, ready to pick me up!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;Another thing, whenever I’m away with mama, I wish Saturdays would come fast so I can be with her again. I’ll be able to help her in the house and comfort her at any ways. Talk to her about school stuffs and be with her during sleep time. But whenever I’m at her side already, I then start to miss another one.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also, when schooldays is over, I missed the times I engaged to school. Doing assignments, making projects, attending classes and being challenged with terrors of studies. But when semester starts anew, there I boggle and mumble hasty words.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haiz. These are some of my erratic emotions. People are just people. Tama nga talaga, &lt;i&gt;“the only constant thing in this world is change”&lt;/i&gt; Yung tipong nakita mo na yung gusto mo, saka ka naman maghahanap ng kakaiba. Haiz.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4828162817089650185-6889125075380918056?l=villaprincesa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://villaprincesa.blogspot.com/feeds/6889125075380918056/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4828162817089650185&amp;postID=6889125075380918056&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4828162817089650185/posts/default/6889125075380918056'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4828162817089650185/posts/default/6889125075380918056'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://villaprincesa.blogspot.com/2010/11/kulet.html' title='Kulet!'/><author><name>Rina Rubia</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/101029602997927178981</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh3.googleusercontent.com/-zEpX_3BfHEk/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAA10/xHWPXIb5Dac/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4828162817089650185.post-5921115549146257407</id><published>2010-11-02T06:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-11-02T07:44:42.715-07:00</updated><title type='text'>a blessing</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JtOTHoPKMGg/TNAjvLkKHwI/AAAAAAAAAWA/1PkqtnfDHpE/s1600/1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 253px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JtOTHoPKMGg/TNAjvLkKHwI/AAAAAAAAAWA/1PkqtnfDHpE/s320/1.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5534963235503611650" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Going to church, gets a bit feeble for someone who has red butts like me. But that one fateful Sunday just changed the way I used to value masses.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;I guess, that sermon of God (through the priest) was the most vivid of all the virtues He’s sharing to every believer. Cause He talked of how powerful a single sign of the cross is! truly a blessing…&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;An insane man climbed to a coconut tree without any reasons. People who passed by was astonished on what they spotted. A man up to the tree! Everyone bellowed the man, asking him to go down. &lt;span style="mso-spacerun:yes"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Hours passed, still no one around him had able to please him, until a priest came. Situated down front of the tree, the priest looked up to the man and smiled. He graciously signed the cross to bless the insane man. At last! The insane man hurriedly made his way down the tree. People were amazed and asked “Of all the people here who asked you to go down, why to him you believed?” The insane man, still frightened, muttered “Because he signed that if I won’t get down (The name of the Father and the Son), he will cut down the coconut tree (And the Holy Spirit)…” &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;A blessing indeed! Imagine what a true blessing a sign of the cross can bring? It might sound ridiculous, but full of meaning…especially to those who, even by coincidence, looked at it the bright way.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;We too, can save a life by practicing a true blessing to our everyday lives – meditating words of God to bless others’ lives as well.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;center&gt;Have a fruitful Christian Life! &lt;/center&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4828162817089650185-5921115549146257407?l=villaprincesa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://villaprincesa.blogspot.com/feeds/5921115549146257407/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4828162817089650185&amp;postID=5921115549146257407&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4828162817089650185/posts/default/5921115549146257407'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4828162817089650185/posts/default/5921115549146257407'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://villaprincesa.blogspot.com/2010/11/blessing.html' title='a blessing'/><author><name>Rina Rubia</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/101029602997927178981</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh3.googleusercontent.com/-zEpX_3BfHEk/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAA10/xHWPXIb5Dac/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JtOTHoPKMGg/TNAjvLkKHwI/AAAAAAAAAWA/1PkqtnfDHpE/s72-c/1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4828162817089650185.post-4846013010423830128</id><published>2010-10-29T06:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-29T08:14:38.403-07:00</updated><title type='text'>i just hate it</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JtOTHoPKMGg/TMrkcjWYtMI/AAAAAAAAAV0/QG9V8GwLo6g/s1600/9.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 245px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JtOTHoPKMGg/TMrkcjWYtMI/AAAAAAAAAV0/QG9V8GwLo6g/s320/9.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5533486271354680514" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JtOTHoPKMGg/TMrkWPHzL8I/AAAAAAAAAVs/IfVzJF2QJAU/s1600/9.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I just hate the uneasiness I feel every time I'm tired and got nothing to do with it. I mean, I gotta bear to it or else, I'd die.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;I just hate &lt;/b&gt;the awkwardness between me and some persons I'm engaging with. I mean, to talk with them cause there's no way out.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;I just hate&lt;/b&gt; the gloomy weather every morning and scorching hot in the afternoon. I mean, it's unpredictable and unusual at all times.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;I just hate&lt;/b&gt; the enrollment process cause of it's slow pace. I mean, deal with it or better not to study and be a good-for-nothing.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;I just hate&lt;/b&gt; the mosquitoes around me. I mean, I need to smell 'off lotion' first before I can dash to everything.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;I just hate&lt;/b&gt; my unfocused attitude of not to eat heavy foods. I mean, I've been eating all through and I just can't stop myself, they're just too yummy!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;I just hate&lt;/b&gt; the night cause it's terrible. I mean, I'm tucked here alone cause everybody's on bed now.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;I just hate&lt;/b&gt; the internet bugging real-time. I mean, I need to refresh pages over and over again.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;I just hate&lt;/b&gt; someone (ngayon lang naman) cause of his absence (super late na kasi). I mean he told me he'll be on the net a second yet not here.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;I just hate&lt;/b&gt; the fan cause it makes me shiver. I mean, I cant turn it off cause it cools the loppy off.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;I just hate&lt;/b&gt; the noise outside cause its making me deaf. I mean the ambiance inside is numb and noise really such an annoyance.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;I just hate&lt;/b&gt; my tummy cause it has flies again. I mean, I don't know exactly what I want - to eat cause Im hungry or to sleep cause Im full (baboy syndrome)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;I just hate&lt;/b&gt; the time cause it's getting late. I mean, how time could be that fast? (bago ka naman ng bago rina) it's only 8pm when I log on and now it seems I must log off already.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;I just hate&lt;/b&gt; some let say, KSP (kulang sa pansin) persons who lurked dimly at school. I mean, they're worse than rascals! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;I just hate&lt;/b&gt; some people cause they're too immature. I mean if they really were concerned, then they should have cohere. No more time for personal motives.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;I just hate&lt;/b&gt; my stupidity while ago. I mean, I could have lost important person and so I'm lucky I'd able to bring that person back.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;I just hate&lt;/b&gt; my eyes right now, they're becoming blurry and about to close. I mean, I must finish this first before I sleep, else you won't be reading this, are you?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;I just hate&lt;/b&gt; the loneliness Im feeling right now. I mean, it's been a week now when i leave Amlan, i so missed my mom already. (ok lang. uwi na ko bukas!)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;I just hate&lt;/b&gt; what happened this afternoon. I mean, I've been plagued by mosquitoes and ran out of time cause of my OA(over-acting daw. ouch!) drama.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;I just hate&lt;/b&gt; writing this cause thoughts were disorganized. I mean, I planned to write solitary topic but ended up relieving my complicated thoughts occupying my mind.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;This has to end...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4828162817089650185-4846013010423830128?l=villaprincesa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://villaprincesa.blogspot.com/feeds/4846013010423830128/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4828162817089650185&amp;postID=4846013010423830128&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4828162817089650185/posts/default/4846013010423830128'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4828162817089650185/posts/default/4846013010423830128'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://villaprincesa.blogspot.com/2010/10/i-just-hate-it.html' title='i just hate it'/><author><name>Rina Rubia</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/101029602997927178981</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh3.googleusercontent.com/-zEpX_3BfHEk/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAA10/xHWPXIb5Dac/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JtOTHoPKMGg/TMrkcjWYtMI/AAAAAAAAAV0/QG9V8GwLo6g/s72-c/9.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4828162817089650185.post-1826910006681298176</id><published>2010-10-27T07:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-27T08:00:13.643-07:00</updated><title type='text'>firsts that last</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JtOTHoPKMGg/TMg8j12E3pI/AAAAAAAAAVk/QT8JnS0DVHY/s1600/scan0005.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 130px; height: 200px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JtOTHoPKMGg/TMg8j12E3pI/AAAAAAAAAVk/QT8JnS0DVHY/s200/scan0005.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5532738728671633042" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JtOTHoPKMGg/TMg527Nz0tI/AAAAAAAAAVc/5TdcmFOjYOw/s1600/Untitled-1.jpg"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space: pre; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;In life, I believe that what matters most would always not being the first on everything you aspire to have. Being that last is way better cause certainly there’s nothing would come next. For what you think you deserve, would solely be yours forever.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;But at some point, there are ‘memorable firsts’ that just could&lt;/span&gt;n’t hide. Cause the sincerity and joy it bring leaves a smile in your heart that much. And it would always be my pleasure to recall that kind of ‘firsts’ over again. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;b&gt;First Dress:&lt;/b&gt; Pink! He gave it to me on my birthday. The one I wore during our Korean-themed IPR in TN&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;b&gt;First Stuff toy:&lt;/b&gt; Si baby qleet! He gave it November last year before our meeting in TN. The one I used to cuddle at night&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;b&gt;First 12thsarry&lt;/b&gt;: At Jo’s Inato by the Sea, Sibulan after church. I was so surprised by the place and the necklace he gave to me. Exactly what I’m wearing until now&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;b&gt;First Pillow:&lt;/b&gt; Tweety Pillow! He gave it during our monthsarry after I got home from Manila. The one I want to be beside me at night.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;b&gt;First Night picnic:&lt;/b&gt; At the Bermuda Park in Pulantubig. Where we enjoyed time together with friends. I really loved the surprise, the place and the people!&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;b&gt;First picture together:&lt;/b&gt; At the Robinson. We receive free pic shot after eating in Jollibee. It was sudden. We’re really not prepared but hey, the feeling was awesome!&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;b&gt;First swimming together:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="mso-spacerun:yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;At Bacong beach. When we supposed to attend the Alay Lakad but ended up swimming early dawn.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;b&gt;First drawing together:&lt;/b&gt; &lt;span style="mso-spacerun:yes"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;At Burgers Delight. While waiting for our coleslaw burger. It was really icky because we’re wearing IT uniform, still great.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;b&gt;He’s first studio picture:&lt;/b&gt; At Aldea. I asked him to as a replacement of *** picture he torned. I also want a pic of him besides.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;b&gt;First baby picture:&lt;/b&gt; He gave it to me during our monthsarry. This was inside the card he also gave me.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;b&gt;First Date:&lt;/b&gt; Valencia. December last2008. We went to Forestcamp resort (?) to just see the place. We talked much and drop me home.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;b&gt;First fight:&lt;/b&gt; I would not brag about all our big fights, rather our first fight. When he didn’t reply to my message.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;b&gt;First hang-out with his friends:&lt;/b&gt; Yea. Linx was there. I’ve known so much all his pasaway deeds and how he was so ‘coward and gay’ *LOL*&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;b&gt;First fam-introduce:&lt;/b&gt; During Christmas last year. He celebrated Christmas with us :)&lt;span style="mso-spacerun:yes"&gt;   &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;b&gt;First fam-introduce:&lt;/b&gt; I finally know his mom :) This year January.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;b&gt;First cry together:&lt;/b&gt; August last year. When I unintentionally hurt him but there’s no way out. The pain was just there that time.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;b&gt;First subject we’re classmate:&lt;/b&gt; Math last year. We don’t have any idea really that we are classmates! He just saw me sitting, and be sided me.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;b&gt;First song:&lt;/b&gt; Can’t take my eyes off you. The very first song we sang together while on the motorbike. Screaming just to get the note *LOL* but it’s sweet.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;b&gt;First Movie:&lt;/b&gt; I almost forgot. But we usually watched together? T&amp;amp;J right? With Shane *LOL*&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;b&gt;First Valentine together:&lt;/b&gt; After my sponsor ball. We ate tempura and balut at the Boulevard.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;b&gt;First card letter:&lt;/b&gt; The so cute card he gave me on monthsarry. I just love it that I used to read it really.&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;b&gt;First mass together:&lt;/b&gt; At Valencia church. Cause we used to play at the playground sa Park after the mass. *LOL* &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;b&gt;First treat sa BH&lt;/b&gt;: Donuts with ate far :)&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;b&gt;First thing we bought together:&lt;/b&gt; Kikay Ballpen. For you and me, yea youre gonna use it too. The one Realie asked from me cause it's soo cute :)&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;b&gt;First Holding hands&lt;/b&gt;: Sa Valencia. When I'm out of my balance through stairs.&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;b&gt;First Kiss:&lt;/b&gt; ??? when was that? :))&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;color&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;bby?add some firsts na wala naapil, if you have some :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/color&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;It's always hapy to reminisce some good things that happened, yea? And it's also right to cherish them forever in your life. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4828162817089650185-1826910006681298176?l=villaprincesa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://villaprincesa.blogspot.com/feeds/1826910006681298176/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4828162817089650185&amp;postID=1826910006681298176&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4828162817089650185/posts/default/1826910006681298176'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4828162817089650185/posts/default/1826910006681298176'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://villaprincesa.blogspot.com/2010/10/firsts-that-last.html' title='firsts that last'/><author><name>Rina Rubia</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/101029602997927178981</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh3.googleusercontent.com/-zEpX_3BfHEk/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAA10/xHWPXIb5Dac/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JtOTHoPKMGg/TMg8j12E3pI/AAAAAAAAAVk/QT8JnS0DVHY/s72-c/scan0005.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4828162817089650185.post-4345376678247230958</id><published>2010-07-25T05:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-25T06:00:58.984-07:00</updated><title t
