<?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-4515805659114590357</id><updated>2012-02-16T14:48:14.163+08:00</updated><category term='random shots'/><category term='trivias'/><category term='tattles'/><category term='my blessings'/><category term='reviews'/><category term='movies'/><category term='family'/><category term='fictyurs'/><category term='whispers of my heart'/><category term='wants'/><category term='love'/><category term='health and beauty'/><category term='i decide'/><category term='friends'/><title type='text'>solving life's puzzle</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://melaii.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4515805659114590357/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://melaii.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>melai</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12339297008857731372</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>94</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4515805659114590357.post-4763018526015691206</id><published>2010-03-30T12:45:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-30T12:57:52.102+08:00</updated><title type='text'>=(</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;what will you do?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;if the greatest strength you know you have suddenly tears apart..&lt;br /&gt;if your eyes won't stop crying..&lt;br /&gt;if your heart won't stop hurting..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;if everyone is protecting me then why am i still hurting badly?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;your greatest strength is really your greatest weakness..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;xet, mababaliw na tlga ko&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4515805659114590357-4763018526015691206?l=melaii.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://melaii.blogspot.com/feeds/4763018526015691206/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4515805659114590357&amp;postID=4763018526015691206&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4515805659114590357/posts/default/4763018526015691206'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4515805659114590357/posts/default/4763018526015691206'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://melaii.blogspot.com/2010/03/blog-post.html' title='=('/><author><name>melai</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12339297008857731372</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4515805659114590357.post-5079579623817847180</id><published>2010-03-17T10:07:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-17T10:36:37.513+08:00</updated><title type='text'>miss ko na si bestfriend</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_32a4Pm-TDOk/S6A96KgZKlI/AAAAAAAAALc/XbKy0bkF4OQ/s1600-h/IMG_9323.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_32a4Pm-TDOk/S6A96KgZKlI/AAAAAAAAALc/XbKy0bkF4OQ/s200/IMG_9323.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5449423618580228690" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_32a4Pm-TDOk/S6A70Eqg3MI/AAAAAAAAALU/kqoOFQhGHmk/s1600-h/IMG_9331.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_32a4Pm-TDOk/S6A70Eqg3MI/AAAAAAAAALU/kqoOFQhGHmk/s200/IMG_9331.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5449421314909592770" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;iba pala pag super duper layo mo sis.. dati kahit ilang linggo tayo minsang hindi magtext, alam kong isang text ko lang pwede tayong magkita anytime.. ang lonely ng pinas pag wala ka.. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;love na love kita sis! can't wait to see you again =)&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;div 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bestfriend'/><author><name>melai</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12339297008857731372</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_32a4Pm-TDOk/S6A96KgZKlI/AAAAAAAAALc/XbKy0bkF4OQ/s72-c/IMG_9323.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4515805659114590357.post-5545711310353482276</id><published>2010-03-16T12:47:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-16T12:58:19.748+08:00</updated><title type='text'>sorry</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;hindi ko alam kung napapadaan ka dito or naiisip mo man lang basahin to para tingnan kung kmusta na ko.. pero isusulat ko pa rin to, hoping and trusting na may pakeelam ka pa rin kahit papano.. if ever, eto na siguro ang pinakahuling sulat na gagawin ko para sayo.. we've said our goodbyes a million times throughout the years, pero somehow there's always something that brings us back together.. of all those times, eto na yta ang pinakatotoo, siguro kasi ngayon mo lang ako tinanggal sa friendster at facebook mo or ngayon mo lang ako sinagot ng "who you" sa text nung knumusta kita, mababaw pero masakit.. alam ko isasagot mo, ang kapal naman ng mukha ko para magreklamong nasasaktan ako eh ikaw nga mas nasaktan ko.. hindi na ko makkipagkompitensya kung sinong mas nasasaktan dito.. meron na lang akong mga bagay na gustong sabihin tlga&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;SALAMAT&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;-sa pagpapahiram ng intrams shirt mo nung gradeschool ka pa at klangan kong sumayaw sa grounds pero wla kong  intrams shirt&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;-sa chocomint nung una tayong nagkausap&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;-sa pagsama sakin pag nag-aaral o tumatambay ako sa canteen pag umaga at first trip pa ko&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;-sa pagkausap sakin sa phone ng buong magdamag kahit pinapagalitan ka na ng mommy at daddy mo&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;-sa pag-intindi na hndi ako nakikipag-usap o nakikipagharutan pag may periodical test&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;-sa pagkampi sakin palagi pag may kaaway ako, kahit kaibigan mo pa ang sinusugod ko&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;-sa pagbubuhat ng mga malalaking balloons para sakin&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;-sa pagttyagang sundan ako kahit san ako magpunta&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;-sa mga sulyap at nakakatunaw na titig mo&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;-sa away bati na mga eksena dahil sa pagseselos ko&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;-sa tatlong taong paghihintay&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;-sa pagpapakita sakin ng totoong pagmamahal&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;-sa mga pagsusungit at pangugulit mo&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;-sa pag-aalaga, pagbabantay at pagpupuyat pag may sakit ako&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;-sa paglilinis ng bahay&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;-sa mga pag-iintindi mo&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;-sa pagtitimpla ng gatas bago ko matulog&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;-sa pagkanta kahit napipilitan ka lang&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;-sa pagluluto ng chopsuey at tinola&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;-sa mga bagay na tinuro mo&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;-sa lahat ng impromptu out of town natin&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;-sa pag-iwan sa kanilang lahat para sakin&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;-sa pagmamahal na walang hinihintay na kapalit&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;-sa pagtitiis kahit nasasaktan ka na&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;-sa mga yakap mo&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;-sa pagiging kaibigan&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;-sa pagiging laging present pag klangan kita&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;-sa lahat lahat ng memories sa ilang taon natin&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;-sa pagmamahal mo&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Maraming maraming bagay pa ang dapat kong ipagpasalamat. Half of my life can't be put into a list like this. Thank you for spending a decade with me, for being my everything in the past years. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Akala ko dati pag nagbreak na tayo, i won't be sorry for anything kasi alam kong nabigay ko na talaga lahat, nagawa ko na lahat ng kaya ko para magwork ung relationship natin. Pero isang iyak mo lang, pakiramdam ko kulang pa lahat ng ginawa ko sa ilang taon. I will be forever sorry for every pain i have caused you. Kung hindi mo na talaga ko mapapatawad ever, maiintindihan ko. Pero SANA, SANA TALAGA, dumating yung time na kausapin mo na ko ulit. Forgetting you is the last thing i can do. Ilang ulit ko na rin sinubukan yan, pero hindi ko talaga kaya. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I may not love you as much as before but you will always have that special place in my heart and in my life na walang makakakuha kahit sino. Alam mo un, ayaw mo lang paniwalaan. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Kaya hindi na kita pinigilan nung nagpaalam ka sa text, kasi ayoko na maging selfish, nahihirapan at nasasaktan ka rin. Ayokong matali ka sakin or sa nakaraan natin. Trust me, sobrang mahirap din sakin to pero i'm letting you go na.. i'm setting you free.. sana by now, napakawalan mo na rin ang sarili mo.. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Naalala mo ba kung bakit kita napaghintay ng tatlong taon bago maging tayo? Dahil natatakot akong mangyari to.. Na wala ng matira satin pagkatapos ng relasyon. Sobrang namimiss na kita. Sana in time, maging magkaibigan ulit tayo. Kahit magsimula ulit tayo sa simula. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Pag dumating ung time na may problema ka at naisip mong kelangan mo ko, itext mo lang ako. Kahit anong mangyari, kahit hndi mo paniwalaan, isa ka pa rin sa pinakamahalagang tao sa buhay ko. Walang makakapagpabago non.. noon, ngayon at sa lahat ng bukas.. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4515805659114590357-5545711310353482276?l=melaii.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://melaii.blogspot.com/feeds/5545711310353482276/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4515805659114590357&amp;postID=5545711310353482276&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4515805659114590357/posts/default/5545711310353482276'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4515805659114590357/posts/default/5545711310353482276'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://melaii.blogspot.com/2010/03/sorry.html' title='sorry'/><author><name>melai</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12339297008857731372</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4515805659114590357.post-502346858956923916</id><published>2010-03-02T12:08:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-02T12:36:52.265+08:00</updated><title type='text'>over and over again</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_32a4Pm-TDOk/S4yUDMBd88I/AAAAAAAAALE/H653Cq55mu0/s1600-h/iLoveYou%21.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 356px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_32a4Pm-TDOk/S4yUDMBd88I/AAAAAAAAALE/H653Cq55mu0/s400/iLoveYou%21.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5443888832071988162" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it's amazing how you make me fall in love with you over and over again each and everyday..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4515805659114590357-502346858956923916?l=melaii.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://melaii.blogspot.com/feeds/502346858956923916/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4515805659114590357&amp;postID=502346858956923916&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4515805659114590357/posts/default/502346858956923916'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4515805659114590357/posts/default/502346858956923916'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://melaii.blogspot.com/2010/03/over-and-over-again.html' title='over and over again'/><author><name>melai</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12339297008857731372</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_32a4Pm-TDOk/S4yUDMBd88I/AAAAAAAAALE/H653Cq55mu0/s72-c/iLoveYou%21.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4515805659114590357.post-8299072748858866825</id><published>2009-11-30T13:35:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-06T02:57:29.867+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='tattles'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='i decide'/><title type='text'>BBB: Bye Bye BITS</title><content type='html'>Some people might wonder why i let go of the job i had back in brightideas. Promotion is fast since its a start-up company, sure regularization, salary increase, flexible work schedule and i get to interview our applicants. But then again, i have something in me that is far more important than all of these things... my PRINCIPLES.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jim Lafferty, the greatest professor i ever had, once told us in our leadership 101 class that&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"A principle is not a principle until it costs you something."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;True enough. In my case, it cost me my job. But no regrets at all. I know for a fact that I can't fool myself and that money can never be a compromise to the things that I believe in.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Working in convergys before thought be to be patient, to be really patient. I can swear, i really tried my damn best to be patient. But it was just too much than my nerves can handle. For the record, my resignation doesn't have anything to do with the technical duties that was given to me. No matter how many bugs i was ask to fix or how many customizations i was ask to do, i will gladly do it. Like what i said in my exit interview, it was the employee management that really dismayed me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nonetheless, I have to thank BITS for giving me my first job. Thanks to Sir David for giving me his trust and appreciating everything we did for the company. Thank you BITS for bringing me new friends. I will definitely miss your coffeemaker, the peaceful ambience in LRI, the no-limits-internet access, and of course my former officemates.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;More schools to come.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Signing off,&lt;br /&gt;Melai&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4515805659114590357-8299072748858866825?l=melaii.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://melaii.blogspot.com/feeds/8299072748858866825/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4515805659114590357&amp;postID=8299072748858866825&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4515805659114590357/posts/default/8299072748858866825'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4515805659114590357/posts/default/8299072748858866825'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://melaii.blogspot.com/2009/11/bbb-bye-bye-bit.html' title='BBB: Bye Bye BITS'/><author><name>melai</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12339297008857731372</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4515805659114590357.post-8802016996033939697</id><published>2009-11-25T15:21:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-05T15:32:03.719+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='my blessings'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='random shots'/><title type='text'>makati sunrise</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_32a4Pm-TDOk/SxoKLzaa6AI/AAAAAAAAAK0/V-BEj6ohnQs/s1600-h/makatiSunrise.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 70px; height: 200px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_32a4Pm-TDOk/SxoKLzaa6AI/AAAAAAAAAK0/V-BEj6ohnQs/s200/makatiSunrise.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5411649100134934530" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;taken from our office, 5.54 am..&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i'm going to witness this beautiful scene 5 days a week.. i'm loving the sunrise.. soon, i hope to love the city too.. =)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i remember when we were training in insular for cvg, every time the sun is already up and i'm still not in the building, that means i'm already late for work.. now, its the exact opposite, whenever we already see the sun shining, it means its time to go home.. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4515805659114590357-8802016996033939697?l=melaii.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://melaii.blogspot.com/feeds/8802016996033939697/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4515805659114590357&amp;postID=8802016996033939697&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4515805659114590357/posts/default/8802016996033939697'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4515805659114590357/posts/default/8802016996033939697'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://melaii.blogspot.com/2009/11/makati-sunrise.html' title='makati sunrise'/><author><name>melai</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12339297008857731372</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_32a4Pm-TDOk/SxoKLzaa6AI/AAAAAAAAAK0/V-BEj6ohnQs/s72-c/makatiSunrise.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4515805659114590357.post-2161351717033679713</id><published>2009-11-16T19:57:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-16T20:00:40.447+08:00</updated><title type='text'>my oh so true horoscope</title><content type='html'>Dear Melissa aileen,&lt;br /&gt;Here is your horoscope for&lt;br /&gt;Monday, November 16:&lt;br /&gt;Expect a number of changes to come your way today, some of them quite intense. You may need to calm down and think things through rationally before you move forward this time around.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Take Those Vitamins&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tend carefully to your health, no matter how busy you are. You'll need your strength to stay on top of things. Unusual circumstances and even odder coincidences will be stressful, but you can certainly handle it if you stay flexible.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Energy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You're not in the mood for anyone who even hints at disagreeing with you. You know you're right, and there will be no concessions made. Period.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Career&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You may not be prepared for what's coming next, but it's still coming. Ask for help. Bet you know just who to call.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4515805659114590357-2161351717033679713?l=melaii.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://melaii.blogspot.com/feeds/2161351717033679713/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4515805659114590357&amp;postID=2161351717033679713&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4515805659114590357/posts/default/2161351717033679713'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4515805659114590357/posts/default/2161351717033679713'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://melaii.blogspot.com/2009/11/my-oh-so-true-horoscope.html' title='my oh so true horoscope'/><author><name>melai</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12339297008857731372</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4515805659114590357.post-4741891085288143511</id><published>2009-11-15T23:34:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-16T00:08:36.190+08:00</updated><title type='text'>You Gotta See This Video Contest</title><content type='html'>Last night, Malen and I were admiring the lovely Christmas lights and decorations along Makati. The high-rise buildings are now decorated for the Christmas season. Then I realized that for me, among all our senses, vision is the most important. It maybe very lonely if all you could see everyday is darkness. Thanks to some of the newest technologies of today, more and more visually impaired can have hopes in seeing the world's beauty once again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In line with the essence of vision, Abbott Medical Optics Inc. (AMO) launched a video contest for people to share their experiences of how better vision could improve or has already improved their lives. There are three categories to choose from:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   1. "My contacts are getting in the way of my good time"&lt;br /&gt;   2. "My favorite sport or activity would be so much cooler with better vision"&lt;br /&gt;   3. "You should see life after the iLASIK Procedure&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Users can submit their entries to &lt;a href="http://socialspark.com/metrics/click/post?slot_id=87252&amp;url=http%3A%2F%2Fwww.GottaSeeThisNow.com" rel="nofollow"&gt;iLASIK Video Contest&lt;/a&gt;. Their friends can vote for their videos using the same link.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Join now and have a chance to win:&lt;br /&gt;Grand Prize - $5,000&lt;br /&gt;First Prize - HDTV package — a $2,500 value&lt;br /&gt;Second Prize - The Flip UltraHD ™ camcorder — a $199.99 value&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;map name="map6102"&gt;&lt;area href="http://socialspark.com/metrics/click/disclosure?slot_id=87252&amp;url=http%3A%2F%2Fwww.GottaSeeThisNow.com" shape="rect" coords="0,0,206,45" rel="nofollow" /&gt;&lt;area href="http://socialspark.com/code_of_ethics" shape="rect" coords="207,0,225,45" rel="nofollow" /&gt;&lt;/map&gt;&lt;img alt="Post?slot_id=87252&amp;url=http%3a%2f%2fsocialspark" border="0" src="http://socialspark.com/metrics/view/post?slot_id=87252&amp;url=http%3A%2F%2Fsocialspark.com%2Fimages%2Fdisclosure_badges%2Fdisclosure_badge_blue.png" style="border:0" usemap="#map6102" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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Contest'/><author><name>melai</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12339297008857731372</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4515805659114590357.post-8900150806192425846</id><published>2009-11-15T23:21:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-15T23:33:03.453+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='friends'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='i decide'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='health and beauty'/><title type='text'>productive sunday</title><content type='html'>woke up at 8.30 am.. still feeling bitter because my parents didn't even bother asking me if i want to come with them to hk.. of course i want to, i desperately love to come with them but oh well, life isn't fair sometimes..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;washed my clothes.. was supposed to use the washing machine, but really, shit happens.. i don't know if i did something wrong, but the washing machine kept on stopping after a few minutes of spinning.. so i was forced to wash my clothes by hand.. and gosh, it was sooo tiring..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;went out to lunch with my dearest brother and my ever so kind and patient boyfriend.. then headed to trinoma to meet with bestfriend malen.. we bought a gift for the 2nd birthday of our inaanak (oh how time flies).. then went to roanne's place for the party.. after a couple of hours admiring the cuteness of lian (our inaanak) we then went to makati to check out gold's gym..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the staff who entertained us was really convincing and the offer was really tempting.. so the next thing we know, we were already signing a contract.. a contract to be healthy and fit for the next 12 months..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so hello gold's gym.. hello special classes.. hello fitness.. =)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4515805659114590357-8900150806192425846?l=melaii.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://melaii.blogspot.com/feeds/8900150806192425846/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4515805659114590357&amp;postID=8900150806192425846&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4515805659114590357/posts/default/8900150806192425846'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4515805659114590357/posts/default/8900150806192425846'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://melaii.blogspot.com/2009/11/productive-sunday.html' title='productive sunday'/><author><name>melai</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12339297008857731372</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4515805659114590357.post-1725301490462667530</id><published>2009-11-10T12:37:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-10T12:42:37.813+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Free Website For Babies</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://clicks.izea.com/event/v3/63672-6352-7782/social_spark" rel="nofollow"&gt;&lt;img src="http://clicks.izea.com/event/v3/63672-6352-7782/social_spark.jpg" alt="Create A  Free Website For Your Baby" title="Create A  Free Website For Your Baby" width="300" height="250" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just sent a text to my best friend Nikki, asking her if she already knows the gender of her baby. I'm just so excited. I can't wait to see the baby. =)&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Even if the baby is not yet born, I'm now looking for a great gift to give my future inaanak. I then stumbled upon babyhomepages wherein one can make websites for their babies. No, you don't have to be a computer science graduate or an IT person to do that. In fact, what's great about babyhomepages is that it has a lot of themes to choose from. Also, the website is really customizable, you can add photos, graphics and clip arts to every page. &lt;br/&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll make an account for Nikki's baby. ;)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4515805659114590357-1725301490462667530?l=melaii.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://melaii.blogspot.com/feeds/1725301490462667530/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4515805659114590357&amp;postID=1725301490462667530&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4515805659114590357/posts/default/1725301490462667530'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4515805659114590357/posts/default/1725301490462667530'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://melaii.blogspot.com/2009/11/free-website-for-babies.html' title='Free Website For Babies'/><author><name>melai</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12339297008857731372</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4515805659114590357.post-6679604862002017403</id><published>2009-10-30T10:37:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-30T10:40:14.908+08:00</updated><title type='text'>i disclose</title><content type='html'>This policy is valid from 29 October 2009&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This blog is a personal blog written and edited by me. 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We were almost convinced to buy one but Papa just gave me a set of Victoria's Secret Garden perfumes and lotions from his vacation last month.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;So back at the office, I was still curious about the perfumes we saw.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;My curiosity led me to &lt;a style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);" href="http://www.scent.net/"&gt;Scent&lt;/a&gt; which is a very helpful website for those planning to buy perfumes. The site offers a wide variety of perfumes and scents to choose from.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4515805659114590357-5049768987904990437?l=melaii.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://melaii.blogspot.com/feeds/5049768987904990437/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4515805659114590357&amp;postID=5049768987904990437&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4515805659114590357/posts/default/5049768987904990437'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4515805659114590357/posts/default/5049768987904990437'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://melaii.blogspot.com/2009/10/perfumes-perfumes-perfumes.html' title='Perfumes. Perfumes. Perfumes.'/><author><name>melai</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12339297008857731372</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4515805659114590357.post-1038912574560491468</id><published>2009-10-29T14:12:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-29T14:21:11.179+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='movies'/><title type='text'>a quote from he's just not that into you</title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/name/nm1045423/"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/b&gt; "Girls are taught a lot of stuff growing up. If a guy punches you he likes you. Never try to trim your own bangs and someday you will meet a wonderful guy and get your very own happy ending. Every movie we see, Every story we're told implores us to wait for it, the third act twist, the unexpected declaration of love, the exception to the rule. But sometimes we're so focused on finding our happy ending we don't learn how to read the signs. How to tell from the ones who want us and the ones who don't, the ones who will stay and the ones who will leave. And &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;maybe a happy ending doesn't include a guy, maybe... it's you, on your own, picking up the pieces and starting over, freeing yourself up for something better in the future. Maybe the happy ending is... just... moving on&lt;/span&gt;. Or maybe the happy ending is this, knowing after all the unreturned phone calls, broken-hearts, through the blunders and misread signals, through all the pain and embarrassment &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;you never gave up hope.&lt;/span&gt; "&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4515805659114590357-1038912574560491468?l=melaii.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://melaii.blogspot.com/feeds/1038912574560491468/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4515805659114590357&amp;postID=1038912574560491468&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4515805659114590357/posts/default/1038912574560491468'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4515805659114590357/posts/default/1038912574560491468'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://melaii.blogspot.com/2009/10/quote-from-hes-just-not-that-into-you.html' title='a quote from he&apos;s just not that into you'/><author><name>melai</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12339297008857731372</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4515805659114590357.post-4335842661921693817</id><published>2009-10-29T13:59:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-30T00:49:52.753+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='reviews'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='movies'/><title type='text'>he's just not that into you</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_32a4Pm-TDOk/SukyDe2RFJI/AAAAAAAAAKc/1oe5_opjGhI/s1600-h/poster2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 135px; height: 200px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_32a4Pm-TDOk/SukyDe2RFJI/AAAAAAAAAKc/1oe5_opjGhI/s200/poster2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5397900663781921938" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;i've heard a lot of great reviews about this movie that's why i so wanted to watch it.. so this morning, while at work, since my pc can't connect to the internet, jc gave me a wonderful idea to watch the movie first while waiting for the network admin..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;true enough, it was a fantastic movie.. a movie that almost everyone could fall in love with.. overall, it was about finding love and figuring out if its the kind of "love" you are looking for.. for girls, it will somehow teach you if the guy is interested in you or not.. if he plans to be with you for life.. but most importantly, it will teach you that sometimes, the kind of love you're looking for could be felt by simply loving yourself more..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4515805659114590357-4335842661921693817?l=melaii.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://melaii.blogspot.com/feeds/4335842661921693817/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4515805659114590357&amp;postID=4335842661921693817&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4515805659114590357/posts/default/4335842661921693817'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4515805659114590357/posts/default/4335842661921693817'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://melaii.blogspot.com/2009/10/on-hes-just-not-that-into-you.html' title='he&apos;s just not that into you'/><author><name>melai</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12339297008857731372</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_32a4Pm-TDOk/SukyDe2RFJI/AAAAAAAAAKc/1oe5_opjGhI/s72-c/poster2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4515805659114590357.post-5457685196290690608</id><published>2009-10-24T13:50:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-24T14:00:32.039+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='whispers of my heart'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='love'/><title type='text'>me and the haiku mania</title><content type='html'>yesterday i got so addicted in writing haikus..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;no need to worry&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;i love you, you know i do&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;so please just trust me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;blockquote style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;without you i'm lost&lt;br /&gt;just like a little baby&lt;br /&gt;i long for your love&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ev'ry day i fall&lt;br /&gt;again and again i fall&lt;br /&gt;fall in love with you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;blockquote style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;as i sleep tonight&lt;br /&gt;i'll think about you and me&lt;br /&gt;and our sweet mem'ries&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;blockquote style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;sometimes i wonder&lt;br /&gt;what did i do to deserve&lt;br /&gt;an angel like you&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;blockquote style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;this i know for sure&lt;br /&gt;as long as you are with me&lt;br /&gt;everything's ok&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i wrote all my haikus on the teriyaki boy's paper placemat which accidentally has another haiku on it.. hehe.. all in all, i wrote 8 haikus yesterday for him..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so inspired?&lt;br /&gt;hmmm.. maybe =p&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4515805659114590357-5457685196290690608?l=melaii.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://melaii.blogspot.com/feeds/5457685196290690608/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4515805659114590357.post-5967024208464174923</id><published>2009-10-23T15:42:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-23T15:46:46.760+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='tattles'/><title type='text'>im tired</title><content type='html'>i'm just so tired arguing with you..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;maybe its just a waste of time after all..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i hope someday, you'll encounter the words "open-mindedness" and "fairness"..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4515805659114590357-5967024208464174923?l=melaii.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://melaii.blogspot.com/feeds/5967024208464174923/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4515805659114590357&amp;postID=5967024208464174923&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4515805659114590357/posts/default/5967024208464174923'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4515805659114590357/posts/default/5967024208464174923'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://melaii.blogspot.com/2009/10/im-tired.html' title='im tired'/><author><name>melai</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12339297008857731372</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4515805659114590357.post-6280238139185739899</id><published>2009-10-23T11:08:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-23T11:36:14.903+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='reviews'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='whispers of my heart'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='family'/><title type='text'>where did they go?</title><content type='html'>last night, while i was watching episode3 of 7th heaven.. this scene really struck me..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Because Simon's grandmother just died.. he asked his mom where did his grandmother go.. then Annie just said, "in heaven".. he followed that with, "where is heaven?".. his mom gave an answer but didn't satisfy him.. he wants details.. so he asked almost all the guests the same question, trying to find the best answer.. i was thinking he wants to know where he could go to find his grandmother.. but unfortunately, no one gave him an answer that could fill his curiosity.. until he bumped on his youngest sister, Ruthie (maybe 2 or 3 years old then) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ruthie: i know the answer&lt;br /&gt;Simon: no, you don't&lt;br /&gt;Ruthie: yes i know.. its where i am before i got here&lt;br /&gt;Simon: you were in mommy's tummy before you got here&lt;br /&gt;Ruthie: no, no.. even before that&lt;br /&gt;Simon: and where is that? i don't know where to imagine grandma&lt;br /&gt;Ruthie: (placing her hand in simon's heart) you imagine grandma here.. in your heart&lt;br /&gt;*Simon smiles.. he sure got the answer to his question *&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;its really amazing how little kids have the answers to the hardest questions on earth..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so inspired by Ruthie Camden.. i made another haiku to answer Simon's question&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;no one really knows&lt;br /&gt;but to us who love them so&lt;br /&gt;in our hearts they'll stay&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4515805659114590357-6280238139185739899?l=melaii.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://melaii.blogspot.com/feeds/6280238139185739899/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4515805659114590357&amp;postID=6280238139185739899&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4515805659114590357/posts/default/6280238139185739899'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4515805659114590357/posts/default/6280238139185739899'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://melaii.blogspot.com/2009/10/where-did-they-go.html' title='where did they go?'/><author><name>melai</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12339297008857731372</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4515805659114590357.post-4651585966771765555</id><published>2009-10-23T10:47:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-23T11:07:29.273+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='whispers of my heart'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='love'/><title type='text'>before we sleep..</title><content type='html'>last night, while jc was hugging me tight to sleep.. i suddenly thought of a line.. then from there, i was able to make up a haiku for him.. which goes..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;hugging me so tight&lt;br /&gt;i hear the beat of your heart&lt;br /&gt;saying I LOVE YOU&lt;/blockquote&gt;well just as i thought, after a few minutes he got something for me too..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;when i look at you&lt;br /&gt;i see the person i love&lt;br /&gt;with my heart and soul&lt;/blockquote&gt;trying to beat me (because mine was so much better.. haha..), he got another one..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;trust and believe me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;as i promise forever&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;there is only you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;so to make it even, i made up one more..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;through all ups and downs&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;beside you i want to be&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;loving you always&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;you bet it.. we fell asleep in the wee hours of the morning already.. haha..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4515805659114590357-4651585966771765555?l=melaii.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://melaii.blogspot.com/feeds/4651585966771765555/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4515805659114590357&amp;postID=4651585966771765555&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4515805659114590357/posts/default/4651585966771765555'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4515805659114590357/posts/default/4651585966771765555'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://melaii.blogspot.com/2009/10/before-we-sleep.html' title='before we sleep..'/><author><name>melai</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12339297008857731372</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4515805659114590357.post-1011612601356758749</id><published>2009-10-20T12:16:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-20T12:29:10.537+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='reviews'/><title type='text'>on kasama kang tumanda</title><content type='html'>some find it corny, since its the tagalog version of Adam Sandler's Grow Old with You.. but for me, its one of the sweetest songs i ever heard in my entire life.. i actually love it more than the original version.. i can listen to it over and over again without getting bored.. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the video was taken from vhong navarro's and tony gonzaga's movie last year, my only u.. i had a chance to watch it last year, but to my surprise, i still cried last saturday when jc and i watched it in cinema one.. i love tony ganzaga when she was delivering the lines:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.. kahit ilang segundo pagkakasyahin ko, makasama ka lang..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so sweet =)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4515805659114590357-1011612601356758749?l=melaii.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://melaii.blogspot.com/feeds/1011612601356758749/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4515805659114590357&amp;postID=1011612601356758749&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4515805659114590357/posts/default/1011612601356758749'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4515805659114590357/posts/default/1011612601356758749'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://melaii.blogspot.com/2009/10/on-kasama-kang-tumanda.html' title='on kasama kang tumanda'/><author><name>melai</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12339297008857731372</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4515805659114590357.post-5185405182958660957</id><published>2009-10-20T12:06:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-20T12:08:31.492+08:00</updated><title type='text'>kasama kang tumanda</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/wETn_uKfEjE&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;rel=0&amp;amp;color1=0x006699&amp;amp;color2=0x54abd6"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/wETn_uKfEjE&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;rel=0&amp;amp;color1=0x006699&amp;amp;color2=0x54abd6" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Itong awiting ito&lt;br /&gt;Ay alay sayo&lt;br /&gt;Sintunado man to&lt;br /&gt;Mga pangako ko sayo&lt;br /&gt;Ang gusto ko lamang&lt;br /&gt;Makasama kang tumanda&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Patatawanin kita&lt;br /&gt;Pag hindi ka masaya&lt;br /&gt;Bubuhatin kita&lt;br /&gt;Pag nirayuma ka na&lt;br /&gt;O kay sarap isipin&lt;br /&gt;Kasama kang tumanda&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sasamahan kahit kailanman&lt;br /&gt;Mahigit kumulang di mabilang&lt;br /&gt;Tatlumpung araw sa isang buwan&lt;br /&gt;Umabot man tayo sa three thousand one&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ipaglalaba pa kita&lt;br /&gt;Pagkatapos mamalantsa&lt;br /&gt;Kahit abot-abutin man ako ng pasma&lt;br /&gt;O kay sarap isipin&lt;br /&gt;Kasama kang tumanda&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Loves na love parin kita&lt;br /&gt;Kahit bungi bungi ka na&lt;br /&gt;Para akin ikaw parin&lt;br /&gt;Ang pinagwapong papa&lt;br /&gt;O kay sarap isipin&lt;br /&gt;Kasama kang tumanda&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At nangangako sayo&lt;br /&gt;Pag sinagot mong oo&lt;br /&gt;Iaalay sayo buong puso ko&lt;br /&gt;Sumangayon ka lamang&lt;br /&gt;Kasama kang tumanda&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4515805659114590357-5185405182958660957?l=melaii.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://melaii.blogspot.com/feeds/5185405182958660957/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4515805659114590357&amp;postID=5185405182958660957&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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type='text'>100 days and counting..</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_32a4Pm-TDOk/St0rudlqpQI/AAAAAAAAAKM/Go9ciVVDUss/s1600-h/ocho.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 207px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_32a4Pm-TDOk/St0rudlqpQI/AAAAAAAAAKM/Go9ciVVDUss/s320/ocho.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5394516005876311298" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;last friday, we celebrated 100 days of being together (yes we're counting it.. haha..) throughout the whole day, i've been thinking about what to give him.. of course, i want to give him 100 something.. but i can't think of what that "something" would be.. balloons? - nah, we had enough balloons during our birthdays... hmmm.. i also thought of giving him, 100 doughnuts but i figured it will be too much.. hehe.. actually, a couple of weeks before friday, i already have something planned to give him but weren't able to finish because papa came and we had family days (yeah, family first)..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;maybe just an hour before we meet, luckily i thought of something, i figured i want to give him 100 candies.. haha.. so there i went to the supermarket which was about to close and headed to the candies.. then i saw a jar filled with jellyace and changed my mind.. now i want to give him 100 jellyace.. but the jar doesn't tell the buyer how many jellyace are inside.. so maam grace and i made our rough estimate, we got 1 jar and 1 pack containing 10 pcs of jellyace (just for a buffer).. we went to the food court and started counting the jellyace inside the jar (we were like crazy out there).. i felt so nervous as the uncounted jellyace gets fewer and fewer.. we can't get back inside the grocery to buy more if the count doesn't reach 100, since its already closed.. to my relief, the jar contains 91 jellyace.. im so glad we bought another 1 pack containing 10 pcs.. i gave the excess jellyace to maam grace for her kindness to be with me while i was counting the gift..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i just wrote a simple note on the jar saying,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;"  &gt;"honey, thank you for giving me the 100 sweetest days of my life.. i love you.."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;as any other surprises i make for him, the look in his face when i gave the gift made the efforts worth it.. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i love you honey!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;happy 100 days!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4515805659114590357-4120424866345857051?l=melaii.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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something about nikki.. something that made the dream weird.. something that i thought was far from reality..&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;nikki and i have been friends for 11 years and n months now.. we've seen a lot from each other.. from grade school to high school even until college and now that we are already working.. we share a lot of things in common but we are extremely different in one aspect.. love..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;during our high school years, she was the one always reminding me not to fall madly in love with someone.. she always asks me why i'm so "tanga" when it comes to the person i love.. and yes, she never had a boyfriend not until we graduated from high school.. as far as i know, like me, she never had a relationship shorter than one year.. but even if she already have a boyfriend, she still hates cheesy stuff..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;it's because of all these reasons why the news i heard tonight was one of the biggest shock of my life.. once again, my dream came true.. i really don't know how to react about it, i'm happy, i'm sad, i'm excited, i'm nagtatampo, i'm in deep shock.. it was really mixed emotions.. but as i look at her, i see in her my very strong and brave best friend, ready to handle anything life throws at her.. her smiles was as if telling us that we don't have to worry, everything's ok, that she's happy..  and what she needs is for us to be happy for her.. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;then it suddenly came to me.. hey, we're not really getting any younger..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4515805659114590357-6321292431601800692?l=melaii.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://melaii.blogspot.com/feeds/6321292431601800692/comments/default' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4515805659114590357.post-5593808513472664073</id><published>2009-10-02T17:28:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-12T17:33:30.608+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='my blessings'/><title type='text'>another year</title><content type='html'>as I turn 22...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i look back on the crazy, roller coaster ride of my life..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;on being the only daughter of my parents.&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;many have known me as the spoiled, papa's little girl.. always getting what she wants with just one "lambing" moment with papa (or there are times, its one crying moment with him).. but u know, i got a lot of disciplinary actions from my mother to balance everything out.. we always have different opinions and ideas towards a lot of things, that's why we always disagree.. but of course, i also love her so much.. i hope i made them proud of what they're little girl have become.. but i feel that there are so many things that left to be submitted to them.. i want to bring back at least even a quarter of what a wonderful life they have given to me..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;on being a sister to my brothers..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i think i have done a good job on this aspect.. i just love being their sister.. i have two  loving, sweet, generous, boyfriend-material brothers.. any girl would be so lucky to be their girlfriend (that is, if they pass my standards.. hehe)..  through years, we have become closer and closer to each other..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;on being a friend..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;for 22 years, i met a lot of different faces with different attitude and personalities.. i can say i gained a lot of friends and acquaintances.. but i keep a a number of people closest to my heart..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;there's nikki and julie who have been an essential part of my life since i was young.. especially nikki whose with me since grade school.. im so proud that are friendship had withstand time and distance.. i know in my heart, that we'll always be friends, no matter what..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;there's malen, cai and roanne.. these girls help kept my sanity during all the hardships in college (academic, org stuff and personal stuff, i mean).. we've shared sleepless nights, crazy days, egg rolling (ehem.. cai.. ehem), rainy days (literally), endless laughters and tears.. as long as they're with me, i know i can bravely face every kind of tomorrow there is..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;on being a girlfriend..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i know i'm not the perfect girlfriend but i know, with all the people I have shared my love with, that i have tried, in the best way i can, to show them how much i really love them when were still together..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;on being me to myself..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i've been through a lot in my life.. i have achieved things.. i also made a lot of mistakes.. i already learned some of life's hardest lessons.. but my stand is still the same, if i were to repeat my life, i will not make a single change in it.. i may have made a number of wrong decisions, but it all contributed to what i know now and to what i am right now..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cheers to another year of life and love!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4515805659114590357-5593808513472664073?l=melaii.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://melaii.blogspot.com/feeds/5593808513472664073/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4515805659114590357.post-8937359096651887378</id><published>2009-09-29T02:09:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-30T00:50:17.170+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='movies'/><title type='text'>Ghosts of the Girlfriend's Past</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_32a4Pm-TDOk/Ss4ru6JqIWI/AAAAAAAAAKE/LFvBVJw4Hxg/s1600-h/ghosts_of_girlfriends_past01.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 256px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_32a4Pm-TDOk/Ss4ru6JqIWI/AAAAAAAAAKE/LFvBVJw4Hxg/s320/ghosts_of_girlfriends_past01.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5390293888892805474" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;if you have a "playboy" boyfriend, i strongly suggest that you watch this movie with him.. luckily i don't have one, but i liked this movie just the same.. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i guess the plot was taken from Charles Dickens' A Christmas Carol.. Connor Mead was visited by three ghosts (past, present and future) and the ghost of his uncle Wayne.. it was his uncle who taught him that love is just a magic comfort food for the weak and uneducated.. from then on, he started living his life playing with the girls around him.. imagine, he even makes a video conference to break up with 3 girls at the same time.. what a jerk he was.. but luckily, it was also uncle Wayne who helped him realize that if he continues being a jerk, he will end up alone and lonely.. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i guess the most catching scene for me from this movie is when uncle wayne and connor was talking to each other, it rained really hard and uncle wayne said, "these are all the tears that women cried for you".. then after the rain, a lot of tissues fell from the sky, uncle wayne said, "these are all the tissues they used"..  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Moral of the story:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;Someone once told me that the power in all relationships lies with whoever cares less, and he was right. But power isn't happiness, and i think that maybe happiness comes from caring more about people than less..  - Connor Mead&lt;/i&gt;&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/4515805659114590357-8937359096651887378?l=melaii.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://melaii.blogspot.com/feeds/8937359096651887378/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4515805659114590357&amp;postID=8937359096651887378&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4515805659114590357/posts/default/8937359096651887378'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4515805659114590357/posts/default/8937359096651887378'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://melaii.blogspot.com/2009/10/on-ghosts-of-girlfriends-past.html' title='Ghosts of the Girlfriend&apos;s Past'/><author><name>melai</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12339297008857731372</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_32a4Pm-TDOk/Ss4ru6JqIWI/AAAAAAAAAKE/LFvBVJw4Hxg/s72-c/ghosts_of_girlfriends_past01.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4515805659114590357.post-7960351547171208843</id><published>2009-09-28T20:31:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-05T12:04:00.807+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='movies'/><title type='text'>quotes from feast of love</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Do you think love is a trick or do you think that it's the only meaning there is to this crazy dream? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255); font-style: italic;"&gt;- Bradley Thomas&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Of course i believe in the second one. Love is the only meaning there is to this crazy dream. And yes, it makes the world go round. Love knows no reason, but it gives reason to the life of many.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;There is a story about the greek gods. They were bored, so they invented human beings, but they were still bored, so they invented love. Then they weren't bored any longer, so they decided to try love for themselves. And finally they invented laughter, so they could stand it.&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255); font-style: italic;"&gt;- &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255); font-style: italic;"&gt;Harry Stevenson&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is a cute but very meaningful story. Well, true as they say, laughter is the best medicine,  even to the most painful heartbreak.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Maybe. I saw the most remarkable thing just now. I wandered into the stadium, I thought I was alone but down on the 50-yard line there was a couple making love. I watched for longer then I should have. I was envious. And then I felt sorry for them. There's so much they don't know. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Heartbreak they can't even imagine&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;- &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Harry Stevenson&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;When were young, love is grand. Its a wonderful feeling. It even makes us want to go to school. That is, of course, the apple of your eye is your schoolmate. hehe.. But experience is really the best teacher, it makes you realize that love is not just all about the kilig moments or the letters and gifts you give or receive. Unfortunately, it's just one side of the story. Nevertheless, it teaches you a lot of things.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Yes, Harry. She did. And she didn't run away. She didn't crawl into a hole. She found them a house, she threw away her birth control, and she married him. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;God doesn't hate us, Harry. If he did, he wouldn't have made our hearts so brave.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255); font-style: italic;"&gt;- &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;Bradley Thomas&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;The most essential thing that we should remember when we are in the point of our lives where everything seems not to be falling in the right place, is that God will not give us a cross that we couldn't carry.  He will not give us a heartbreak that our hearts couldn't survive.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4515805659114590357-7960351547171208843?l=melaii.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://melaii.blogspot.com/feeds/7960351547171208843/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4515805659114590357&amp;postID=7960351547171208843&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4515805659114590357/posts/default/7960351547171208843'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4515805659114590357/posts/default/7960351547171208843'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://melaii.blogspot.com/2009/10/quotes-from-feast-of-love.html' title='quotes from feast of love'/><author><name>melai</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12339297008857731372</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4515805659114590357.post-5700514587264772721</id><published>2009-09-28T19:48:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-30T00:58:33.189+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='reviews'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='movies'/><title type='text'>feast of love movie..</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_32a4Pm-TDOk/SslekU2ZB6I/AAAAAAAAAJ8/cQ4VsN1wO7w/s1600-h/feastofloveposter.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 212px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_32a4Pm-TDOk/SslekU2ZB6I/AAAAAAAAAJ8/cQ4VsN1wO7w/s320/feastofloveposter.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5388942407290652578" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;its amazing how this movie was able to show different kinds of love in about  2hours.. there's the hopeless romantic mr. bradley, who easily falls in love but always does with the wrong person.. both left him for a forbidden love.. his first wife left him for another woman and the next one left him for a married man.. but hey, he never gave up until finally he found someone who deserves the kind of love he's willing and able to give..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;chloe on the other hand was in love with oscar.. on one part of the movie, she talked to a psychic and found out what was going to happen to oscar.. instead of saving herself from all the hurt she could experience, she made sure their dreams will come true and she'll make oscar happy..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;true and long lasting love was also shown by harry and esther.. they are the kind of couple that the young lovers dream to be like in the future years.. they were always there for each other in the rough moments of their lives (like when they lost their son).. most importantly, you can see in their eyes, the moment they look at each other, that they are still, definitely, very much in love with each other..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;i guess love is the most difficult feeling to describe.. as for me, i believe that&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; if love is true, then it will be brave&lt;/span&gt;.. brave enough to face all the trials that it will enounter.. brave, that sometimes it will forget what's right from wrong.. brave enough that it can make you do things you never knew you're capable of doing.. brave enough that it will need no reasons.. and lastly, it will be brave enough to fight for the one you love but it will also be brave to let go and sacrifice your own happiness.. because if you're in love and you only think of your own happiness, then you are not loving, you are just being selfish.. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4515805659114590357-5700514587264772721?l=melaii.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://melaii.blogspot.com/feeds/5700514587264772721/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4515805659114590357&amp;postID=5700514587264772721&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4515805659114590357/posts/default/5700514587264772721'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4515805659114590357/posts/default/5700514587264772721'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://melaii.blogspot.com/2009/10/on-feast-of-love.html' title='feast of love movie..'/><author><name>melai</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12339297008857731372</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_32a4Pm-TDOk/SslekU2ZB6I/AAAAAAAAAJ8/cQ4VsN1wO7w/s72-c/feastofloveposter.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4515805659114590357.post-2638512987459381035</id><published>2009-09-28T17:29:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-23T11:00:42.222+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='love'/><title type='text'>weekend date..</title><content type='html'>first stop: ice cream house sa north fairview.. this one is very impromptu.. i just said, "kain tayo dun (pointing at the ice cream house).. &lt;pointing to="" the="" ice="" cream="" house=""&gt;.. and jc made a turn to the next u turn slot.. we didn't care if its raining hard outside, we enjoyed the nuggets, pizza and of course the ice cream..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;second stop: technohub philcoa.. this is our second time here together.. we first went to mini stop, jc got autoload and i bought twix.. (come to think of it, from ice cream to chocolates.. haha).. then we played at timezone..  basketball, bowling, speed hockey then pangpang.. it was really fun.. =) we got zoney in exchange of the tickets..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;third stop: trinoma.. we first went to landmark to buy some stuff then we went down to the  supermarket.. we decided to cook fried chicken (with gravy), crab and corn soup (with boiled eggs) and buttered veggies.. we usually make breakfast for each other but &lt;/pointing&gt;this is the first time we'll cook together for dinner..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;fourth stop: sm fairview.. we just made sundo tita cecille here.. she also went to the grocery..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;fifth stop: jc's house.. we were able to cook everything we planned but we end up eating at 10pm.. hehe.. it was kinda tiring but of course its all worth it.. after eating, we watched Feast of Love (which deserves another post)..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wow, that was a long but fun day.. &lt;3&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4515805659114590357-2638512987459381035?l=melaii.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://melaii.blogspot.com/feeds/2638512987459381035/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4515805659114590357&amp;postID=2638512987459381035&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4515805659114590357/posts/default/2638512987459381035'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4515805659114590357/posts/default/2638512987459381035'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://melaii.blogspot.com/2009/09/weekend-date.html' title='weekend date..'/><author><name>melai</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12339297008857731372</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4515805659114590357.post-4988415902776396704</id><published>2009-09-20T09:06:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-23T11:01:02.313+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='love'/><title type='text'>another honeybunch poem</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;H&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;ere we stand together, finally after what seemed like foerever&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;O&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;n the day that we met, we didn't have a clue that it was a moment to remember&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;N&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;ot a week would pass that we didn't make a memory to be treasured&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;E&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;ach time we'd see each other, our happiness was boundless without measure&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;Y&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;ou did so much for me in such a short span of time&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;B&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;een telling the heavens above how I'm glad that you are mine&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;U&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;ndying my love is for you, through the ages it will last&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;N&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;ever worry, all the storms that will come our way we will surely pass&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;C&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;herish what we have, that I will always do&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;H&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;oney, I really, really, truly love you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;-Jose Carlos Galang Deato&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4515805659114590357-4988415902776396704?l=melaii.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://melaii.blogspot.com/feeds/4988415902776396704/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4515805659114590357&amp;postID=4988415902776396704&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4515805659114590357/posts/default/4988415902776396704'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4515805659114590357/posts/default/4988415902776396704'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://melaii.blogspot.com/2009/09/another-honeybunch-poem.html' title='another honeybunch poem'/><author><name>melai</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12339297008857731372</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4515805659114590357.post-5892143599271311144</id><published>2009-09-19T23:16:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-20T00:56:27.138+08:00</updated><title type='text'>i miss you</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_32a4Pm-TDOk/SrUMHzUi3kI/AAAAAAAAAJ0/ccRucau0CiE/s1600-h/sis.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_32a4Pm-TDOk/SrUMHzUi3kI/AAAAAAAAAJ0/ccRucau0CiE/s400/sis.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5383222257766293058" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i miss you sis..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i hope to be with you soon..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i want to tell you a lot of things..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i wish to hug you..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;no matter what happens, i love you..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4515805659114590357-5892143599271311144?l=melaii.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://melaii.blogspot.com/feeds/5892143599271311144/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4515805659114590357&amp;postID=5892143599271311144&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4515805659114590357/posts/default/5892143599271311144'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4515805659114590357/posts/default/5892143599271311144'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://melaii.blogspot.com/2009/09/i-miss-you.html' title='i miss you'/><author><name>melai</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12339297008857731372</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_32a4Pm-TDOk/SrUMHzUi3kI/AAAAAAAAAJ0/ccRucau0CiE/s72-c/sis.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4515805659114590357.post-5003436366972213793</id><published>2009-08-31T21:43:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-01T18:16:51.547+08:00</updated><title type='text'>as august ends</title><content type='html'>august started with the most dramatic night of my life.. seeing the person i care a lot hurt so much and feel helpless for not being able to do anything.. but life sometimes teaches us the most important lessons in the most painful way so we could remember it for the rest of our lives..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;luckily, the rest of my august didn't turn sad like that night..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7 - dinner with officemates and sir david @ krocodile grill greenbelt&lt;br /&gt;8 - me and jc had a wonderful celebration of our first monthsary @ eastwood..&lt;br /&gt;11 - watched the proposal with jc @ greenbelt&lt;br /&gt;15 - my first time in cursor sportsfest with jc then watched the proposal for the second time around @ sm the block with bestfriend malen and fabs , tienne (missed this girl so much) and pepoy (made me want to buy that slr again)&lt;br /&gt;18-19 - cai's birthday @ tagaytay.. had a lot of fun.. =)&lt;br /&gt;19 - watched Up with my brother and his gf, cai and aaron.. and of course with jc..&lt;br /&gt;20 - sizzling pepper steak with jc @ sm fairview (yum.. yum)&lt;br /&gt;      - dinner with julie and nikki @ pizza hut trinoma&lt;br /&gt;23 - sizzling pepper steak again with jc @ sm megamall (hehehe..)&lt;br /&gt;29 - cursor party @ absinth with jc, cai and aaron&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;movies for the month:&lt;br /&gt;- the proposal&lt;br /&gt;- Up&lt;br /&gt;- and  i love you so (sa dvd lang)&lt;br /&gt;- ps i love you (dvd)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;new favorites:&lt;br /&gt;- cheesecake @ bag of beans&lt;br /&gt;- sizzling pepper steak (mas masarap sa fairview)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hoping that the -ber months will turn out happy as well =)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4515805659114590357-5003436366972213793?l=melaii.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://melaii.blogspot.com/feeds/5003436366972213793/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4515805659114590357&amp;postID=5003436366972213793&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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{parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_32a4Pm-TDOk/So-fhyv1YXI/AAAAAAAAAJs/ZQhOnrHbFoI/s1600-h/honeybunch.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_32a4Pm-TDOk/So-fhyv1YXI/AAAAAAAAAJs/ZQhOnrHbFoI/s400/honeybunch.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5372688283383193970" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thank you for supporting me in everthing that i want to do.. for giving me more than i deserve.. for finding ways to make things happen.. for patiently understanding me and all of my shortcomings.. for holding my hand and reminding me that everything will be ok.. for always making me feel special..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and most of all, thank you for loving me the way that no one has ever loved me before..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i love you..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4515805659114590357-4592596517842807181?l=melaii.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://melaii.blogspot.com/feeds/4592596517842807181/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4515805659114590357&amp;postID=4592596517842807181&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4515805659114590357/posts/default/4592596517842807181'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4515805659114590357/posts/default/4592596517842807181'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://melaii.blogspot.com/2009/08/thanks-honey.html' title='thanks honey'/><author><name>melai</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12339297008857731372</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_32a4Pm-TDOk/So-fhyv1YXI/AAAAAAAAAJs/ZQhOnrHbFoI/s72-c/honeybunch.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4515805659114590357.post-8392904722199870574</id><published>2009-08-22T15:12:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-22T15:55:07.202+08:00</updated><title type='text'>cai and aaron</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_32a4Pm-TDOk/So-anOmeRCI/AAAAAAAAAJk/NfN5fJCZ8os/s1600-h/bebe.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_32a4Pm-TDOk/So-anOmeRCI/AAAAAAAAAJk/NfN5fJCZ8os/s400/bebe.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5372682879201330210" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i enjoyed taking pictures of them.. they look good together.. hoping that their relationship would go stronger..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thanks aaron for making my friend happy.. she deserves it..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cai, you know i love you.. i'll always be there for you, no matter what.. anytime and anywhere, text me, i'll be there.. =)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4515805659114590357-8392904722199870574?l=melaii.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://melaii.blogspot.com/feeds/8392904722199870574/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4515805659114590357&amp;postID=8392904722199870574&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' 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width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4515805659114590357.post-6942468792991793376</id><published>2009-08-22T14:37:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-22T15:02:41.057+08:00</updated><title type='text'>on simple joys</title><content type='html'>my friend gail once asked me, what's my top 3 simple joys.. it took me a while to answer.. often, the simplest questions are the hardest to answer.. of course, i know the things or people who could make me happy.. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;if you asked my friends on what makes me happy, im sure they'd answer that being with my family makes me happy.. or maybe, some of them will tell u that rewarding myself after a hell week would also make me relaxed and happy.. but at that moment, i thought of giving answers aside from these default ones.. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so here's what i answered gail:&lt;br /&gt;1. &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;surprises&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   either im the one being surprised or im the one making/planning the surprise.. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;pictures&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   whether in front or behind the camera.. it depends on my mood.. but i think, if i have my camera with me, i'd rather be the one taking pictures..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;baby boy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   i don't know what's with me but it makes me smile whenever i see a cute baby boy.. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;if i go on with my list.. i'd probably add&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;balloons&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   lots of colorful balloons.. =)&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;5. &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;bubbles&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   this one never fails to make me smile..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Heaven must have known i needed someone&lt;br /&gt;One to share my ups and downs, my life and love&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not a clue was given, love was there all of a sudden&lt;br /&gt;Even without perfect timing, love found its way to make it happen&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You made me feel like a princess, so special and loved&lt;br /&gt;Bringing happiness each day was as if your job&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Understanding, patient, you maybe to good to be true&lt;br /&gt;Never a chance that i would want to lose you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cliche as it may sound, but u answered prayers and made dreams&lt;br /&gt;   come true&lt;br /&gt;Honey i love you, i really do =)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4515805659114590357-3877214769181922565?l=melaii.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_32a4Pm-TDOk/Sn-yL64Pp8I/AAAAAAAAAJc/b-mwQeZXuTY/s72-c/honey.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4515805659114590357.post-3135823316783297361</id><published>2009-07-26T12:44:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-26T13:09:06.001+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='my blessings'/><title type='text'>congratulations cheska!!!</title><content type='html'>Congratulations Ms. Margarita Francheska Enriquez, RN!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my dearest cheska just passed the nursing board exam.. and i can't even express in words how happy i am.. it was just like yesterday that she told me she'll be taking nursing as her course in college.. i remember how i used to discourage her beccause i was already studying in UPD then and that would mean we can't be in the same university..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but believe me, i've seen everthing in her way to this day.. from all the hard exams in chinese gen, when she was forced to transfer to fatima, to her eyebags from the straight hospital duties, to the also sleep nights in all the prelims, midterms and finals, to the study sessions in starbucks, to making her thesis paper, to completing the cases that PRC required, to the quali exam in fatima, to her graduation, to filing the application in PRC, to reviewing for the boards and finally taking the most important exam in her life.. id like to believe i was beside her in every step of the way.. and oh i am so proud of what she had become throughout the years..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this is another dream come true.. thank you Lord =) =) =)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4515805659114590357-3135823316783297361?l=melaii.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4515805659114590357.post-6989248047490335479</id><published>2009-07-10T14:41:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-26T15:01:05.123+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='my blessings'/><title type='text'>to the best kuya in the whole wide world</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_32a4Pm-TDOk/Smv-3EsWfvI/AAAAAAAAAJU/lwFFX5hJxbo/s1600-h/DSC04081.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 290px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5362660003420733170" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_32a4Pm-TDOk/Smv-3EsWfvI/AAAAAAAAAJU/lwFFX5hJxbo/s400/DSC04081.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;he can be so masungit at times.. so moody and maarte.. but he gives everything he can to make the people around him happy.. there's no one in this world that can make me feel secured like the way i feel when im with him.. he's the perfect gentleman that any girl would admire.. being her sister makes me the luckiest girl in the world.. of course, the girls in his life can come and go, but only my mom and i can stay for good.. i wouldn't trade him for anything.. and i'm just so thankful that i've got the best kuya in the whole wide world..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;i will miss you.. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;i love you so much!..&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4515805659114590357-6989248047490335479?l=melaii.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://melaii.blogspot.com/feeds/6989248047490335479/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link 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url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_32a4Pm-TDOk/Smv-3EsWfvI/AAAAAAAAAJU/lwFFX5hJxbo/s72-c/DSC04081.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4515805659114590357.post-1053219069454382736</id><published>2009-07-08T23:32:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-23T11:02:58.956+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='love'/><title type='text'>and i said YES...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_32a4Pm-TDOk/Smv478C-AmI/AAAAAAAAAJE/mjv3L0aSzpY/s1600-h/DSC01849.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_32a4Pm-TDOk/Smv478C-AmI/AAAAAAAAAJE/mjv3L0aSzpY/s400/DSC01849.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5362653489929257570" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;today, i made another big decision.. i decided to start another chapter in my book of life..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;secretly, i have been wanting for him to ask me "the question" today.. but last night, we had a fight and i thought the idea of him asking me today was near impossible..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the day started quite heavy because he didn't even text me good morning.. oh well, thanks to the fight last night.. but i forced myself to be perky and happy today since this is the last day kuya we'll be with us.. kuya and i went to our apartment in manila, he will get some of his stuff there and he'll be teaching me the way around the apartment (what jeeps to ride and their routes).. i started to feel happy because kuya and i had a breakfast date in mcdo..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then one of my bestfriends, malen, texted me that she will need to meet me today to get my UP ID for my clearance.. i refused to meet her at first but then i changed my mind and the next thing i know, im on my way to trinoma..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i opened CBTL's door and saw him there.. i actually don't know what to react.. i just smiled and sat beside him.. from this moment, i knew malen meeting me was only a setup for him to be able to see me.. he gave me a gift wrapped in my favorite colors.. i opened it and saw a scrapbook filled with pictures of us and all the poems he wrote for me.. i was so touched, this is the first time ever someone exerted such an effort for me.. and in just one snap of a finger, i forgot what we were fighting about.. hehe..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we had lunch at chokiss in UP.. after having lunch, i asked him where would we go next, he just drove.. i thought we'll go to the swing again or visit the church but then he made a turn into the quezon hall.. i was happy to see the grounds there because i wasn't able to attend the university grad and yes, this is my first time there.. we walked around talking about anything under the sun.. it was so peaceful.. then he stopped, held both my hands, looked me in the eyes and said:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;ms. melissa aileen narceda valentino, will you be my girlfriend?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;....my heart stopped for a while.. i wanted to say yes right away but it won't come out.. i just had a big smile on my face..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;..and finally i said &lt;em&gt;YES!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;..he hug me tight and i know this will be a start of a wonderful life together.. =)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4515805659114590357-1053219069454382736?l=melaii.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://melaii.blogspot.com/feeds/1053219069454382736/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4515805659114590357&amp;postID=1053219069454382736&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4515805659114590357/posts/default/1053219069454382736'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4515805659114590357/posts/default/1053219069454382736'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://melaii.blogspot.com/2009/07/and-i-said-yes_26.html' title='and i said YES...'/><author><name>melai</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12339297008857731372</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_32a4Pm-TDOk/Smv478C-AmI/AAAAAAAAAJE/mjv3L0aSzpY/s72-c/DSC01849.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4515805659114590357.post-5390814226377087383</id><published>2009-06-30T21:58:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-23T11:03:28.589+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='whispers of my heart'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='love'/><title type='text'>another lovely poem</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-style: italic;"&gt;as the sunlight wakes me up each morning&lt;br /&gt;my mind seeks you out with deep longing&lt;br /&gt;for i yearn to be with you again&lt;br /&gt;from the day's start til its end&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;short but sweet.. my favorite so far.. thanks.. ^_^&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4515805659114590357-5390814226377087383?l=melaii.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4515805659114590357.post-6204959051644853900</id><published>2009-06-30T18:06:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-23T11:03:46.621+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='whispers of my heart'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='love'/><title type='text'>from him</title><content type='html'>he wrote this for me while we were talking on the phone..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;m&lt;/span&gt;ore than words could express&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;e&lt;/span&gt;ach passing moment together&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;l&lt;/span&gt;ove that can't be suppressed&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;a&lt;/span&gt; lifetime of memories to remember&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;i&lt;/span&gt;'ll cherish til my last breath&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4515805659114590357-6204959051644853900?l=melaii.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://melaii.blogspot.com/feeds/6204959051644853900/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4515805659114590357&amp;postID=6204959051644853900&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4515805659114590357/posts/default/6204959051644853900'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4515805659114590357/posts/default/6204959051644853900'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://melaii.blogspot.com/2009/06/from-him.html' title='from him'/><author><name>melai</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12339297008857731372</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4515805659114590357.post-153467433326994291</id><published>2009-06-29T12:55:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-29T14:10:05.774+08:00</updated><title type='text'>on butterfly kisses</title><content type='html'>no, i'm not getting married yet.. but i definitely want this song on my wedding playlists.. i've heard this song several times now, but  it still makes my tears fall.. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;everyone knows i'm papa's little girl since i'm his only daughter.. he showered me with everything i need and want.. even if he's not with us most of the time, never did i felt that he was less of a father to us.. and i love him sooo much..&lt;div 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kisses'/><author><name>melai</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12339297008857731372</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4515805659114590357.post-2019467222403490494</id><published>2009-06-29T12:09:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-29T12:54:55.530+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='whispers of my heart'/><title type='text'>butterfly kisses</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;embed src="http://i47.photobucket.com/albums/f165/alexdale1/mediaplayer-2.swf" width="277" height="50" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="false" allowscriptaccess="always" flashvars="&amp;file=http%3A%2F%2Fmikeobrien.citymax.com%2Ff%2FBob_Carlisle_-_Butterfly_Kisses.mp3&amp;skin=http%3A%2F%2Fi47.photobucket.com%2Falbums%2Ff165%2Falexdale1%2Fskins%2Fice_cream.swf&amp;height=50&amp;width=277&amp;showeq=true&amp;autostart=true&amp;repeat=always&amp;shuffle=false&amp;volume=100"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mp3-codes.com" target="_blank"&gt;Bob Carlisle  Butterfly Kisses - Artist&lt;br&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's two things I know for sure&lt;br /&gt;She was sent here from Heaven&lt;br /&gt;And she's daddys little girl&lt;br /&gt;As I drop to my knees by her bed at night&lt;br /&gt;She talks to Jesus and I close my eyes&lt;br /&gt;And I thank God for all of the joy in my life&lt;br /&gt;Oh but most of all&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For butterfly kisses after bedtime prayer&lt;br /&gt;Stickin' little white flowers all up in her hair&lt;br /&gt;Walk beside the pony daddy&lt;br /&gt;It's my first ride&lt;br /&gt;I know the cake looks funny daddy&lt;br /&gt;But i sure tried&lt;br /&gt;Oh with all that I've done wrong&lt;br /&gt;I must have done something right&lt;br /&gt;TO deserve a hug every morning&lt;br /&gt;And butterfly kisses at night&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sweet 16 today&lt;br /&gt;She's looking like her mama&lt;br /&gt;A little more every day&lt;br /&gt;One part woman&lt;br /&gt;The other part girl&lt;br /&gt;To perfume and make up&lt;br /&gt;From ribbons and curls&lt;br /&gt;Trying her wings out in a great big world&lt;br /&gt;But I remember&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Butterfly kisses after bedtime prayer&lt;br /&gt;Stickin' little white flowers all up in her hair&lt;br /&gt;You know how much I love you daddy&lt;br /&gt;But if you don't mind&lt;br /&gt;I'm only gonna kiss you on the cheek this time&lt;br /&gt;Oh with all that I've done wrong&lt;br /&gt;I must have done something right&lt;br /&gt;To deserve her love every morning&lt;br /&gt;And butterfly kisses at night&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All the precious time&lt;br /&gt;Like the wind the years go by&lt;br /&gt;Precious Butterfly&lt;br /&gt;Spread your wings and fly&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She'll change her name today&lt;br /&gt;She'll make a promise and I'll give her away&lt;br /&gt;Standing in the bride room just staring at her&lt;br /&gt;She asked me what I'm thinking&lt;br /&gt;And I said I'm not sure&lt;br /&gt;I just feel like I'm loosing my baby girl&lt;br /&gt;And she leaned over&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And gave me butterfly kisses with her mama there&lt;br /&gt;Sticking little white flowers all up in her hair&lt;br /&gt;Walk me down the isle daddy&lt;br /&gt;It's just about time&lt;br /&gt;Does my wedding gown look pretty daddy?&lt;br /&gt;Daddy don't cry&lt;br /&gt;Oh with all that I've done wrong&lt;br /&gt;I must have done something right&lt;br /&gt;To deserve her love every morning and butterfly kisses&lt;br /&gt;I couldn't ask God for more than this is what love is&lt;br /&gt;I know I've got to let her go but I'll always remember&lt;br /&gt;Every hug in the morning and butterfly kisses&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4515805659114590357-2019467222403490494?l=melaii.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://melaii.blogspot.com/feeds/2019467222403490494/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4515805659114590357&amp;postID=2019467222403490494&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4515805659114590357/posts/default/2019467222403490494'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4515805659114590357/posts/default/2019467222403490494'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://melaii.blogspot.com/2009/06/butterfly-kisses.html' title='butterfly kisses'/><author><name>melai</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12339297008857731372</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4515805659114590357.post-4826296171538564052</id><published>2009-06-23T17:34:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-29T14:41:36.946+08:00</updated><title type='text'>text messages</title><content type='html'>"knowing u means many things to me.. but mostly, it means that i have something to be happy about.. for as long as i know you are there.. the world looks a whole lot better to me.. " - 11:47 am&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"never let the things you want make you forget the things you already have" - 12:07 pm&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"there are two dilemmas that rattle the human skull: how do you get rid of someone who won't go... and how do you hang on to someone who won't stay" - 12:08 pm&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"never make a person as your priority, if you're just an option" = 12:13 pm&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"its amazing how u can continue to love someone u can't have.. maybe because trying to stay away would hurt, so u might as well take the risk coz either way you'd get hurt anyway" - 12:14 pm&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"u can fall for everyone who treats you special.. just make sure that at the end of the day.. u know your way home to the one who treats you as their life" -12:19 pm&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4515805659114590357-4826296171538564052?l=melaii.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://melaii.blogspot.com/feeds/4826296171538564052/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4515805659114590357&amp;postID=4826296171538564052&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4515805659114590357/posts/default/4826296171538564052'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4515805659114590357/posts/default/4826296171538564052'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://melaii.blogspot.com/2009/06/text-messages.html' title='text messages'/><author><name>melai</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12339297008857731372</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4515805659114590357.post-4695036354615414745</id><published>2009-06-18T11:28:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-23T11:04:08.746+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='whispers of my heart'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='love'/><title type='text'>our first haiku</title><content type='html'>he wrote:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;more precious than life&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;every memory we make&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;will remain sacred&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i replied:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;it brightens my day&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;every time i see your smile&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;it takes pain away&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4515805659114590357-4695036354615414745?l=melaii.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://melaii.blogspot.com/feeds/4695036354615414745/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4515805659114590357&amp;postID=4695036354615414745&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4515805659114590357/posts/default/4695036354615414745'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4515805659114590357/posts/default/4695036354615414745'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://melaii.blogspot.com/2009/06/our-first-haiku.html' title='our first haiku'/><author><name>melai</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12339297008857731372</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4515805659114590357.post-1463999150586623249</id><published>2009-05-23T21:19:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-23T21:44:59.479+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='tattles'/><title type='text'>i hate it</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;i hate that i'm torn..&lt;br /&gt;i'm torn between a precious past and a promising future..&lt;br /&gt;between memories and dreams..&lt;br /&gt;between happiness and tears..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;i hate that i'm being unfair but i can't let go..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;i hate that both of you can make me smile and cry at the same time..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;i hate that whenever i look into your eyes, i know that i can get to hurt you..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;i hate that i can't stand seeing you in pain because of me.. heaven knows, i feel twice as much..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;i hate that my happiness would cost someone pain..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;i hate this feeling.. i hate myself for this situation..&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/4515805659114590357-1463999150586623249?l=melaii.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://melaii.blogspot.com/feeds/1463999150586623249/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4515805659114590357&amp;postID=1463999150586623249&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4515805659114590357/posts/default/1463999150586623249'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4515805659114590357/posts/default/1463999150586623249'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://melaii.blogspot.com/2009/05/i-hate-it.html' title='i hate it'/><author><name>melai</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12339297008857731372</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4515805659114590357.post-6904198527049881037</id><published>2009-05-21T00:34:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-21T00:42:18.459+08:00</updated><title type='text'>thank you</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_32a4Pm-TDOk/ShQxJkuCEgI/AAAAAAAAAI0/roiLpv3OyLg/s1600-h/pinkrose.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_32a4Pm-TDOk/ShQxJkuCEgI/AAAAAAAAAI0/roiLpv3OyLg/s400/pinkrose.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5337945498886214146" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;your smile uplifts me and vanquishes my sadness..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;your kiss eases my pain and dries my tears..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;your touch comforts me and defeats my madness..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;your love shelters me and conquers my fears..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;thanks for the rose * thanks for the poem * thank you for your everyday surprises&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4515805659114590357-6904198527049881037?l=melaii.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://melaii.blogspot.com/feeds/6904198527049881037/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4515805659114590357&amp;postID=6904198527049881037&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4515805659114590357/posts/default/6904198527049881037'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4515805659114590357/posts/default/6904198527049881037'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://melaii.blogspot.com/2009/05/thank-you.html' title='thank you'/><author><name>melai</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12339297008857731372</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_32a4Pm-TDOk/ShQxJkuCEgI/AAAAAAAAAI0/roiLpv3OyLg/s72-c/pinkrose.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4515805659114590357.post-7298350340357746116</id><published>2009-05-18T22:39:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-20T23:26:42.254+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='my blessings'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='friends'/><title type='text'>friday night reunion</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_32a4Pm-TDOk/ShQZcCT46SI/AAAAAAAAAIs/I3b1eB-Vjuo/s1600-h/friendship.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_32a4Pm-TDOk/ShQZcCT46SI/AAAAAAAAAIs/I3b1eB-Vjuo/s400/friendship.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5337919427788204322" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;last friday night, me and my dear sisters (malen, cai and roanne) finally found time to hang out again.. we first ate at gotti's megamall.. hmmm.. the pizza was ok but i didn't like the pasta.. after dinner, we went straight to starbucks where we were just supposed to kill time while waiting for the midnight food bazaar.. but there were so much to talk about that we ended up having a good conversation over coffee instead of the bazaar..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after five years of friendship, im just so happy that we still have each other.. there were a lot of misunderstandings, a lot of problems, a lot of ups and downs.. but here we are, listening to each other's woes, sharing happy moments, learning from our mistakes, gathering strength from each other and making more treasured memories..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4515805659114590357-7298350340357746116?l=melaii.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://melaii.blogspot.com/feeds/7298350340357746116/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4515805659114590357&amp;postID=7298350340357746116&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4515805659114590357/posts/default/7298350340357746116'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4515805659114590357/posts/default/7298350340357746116'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://melaii.blogspot.com/2009/05/friday-night-reunion.html' title='friday night reunion'/><author><name>melai</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12339297008857731372</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_32a4Pm-TDOk/ShQZcCT46SI/AAAAAAAAAIs/I3b1eB-Vjuo/s72-c/friendship.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4515805659114590357.post-78597106316110355</id><published>2009-05-13T09:18:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-13T09:31:32.365+08:00</updated><title type='text'>sana</title><content type='html'>sana masaya na lang palagi&lt;br /&gt;sana pag mahal mo, hindi na nawawala sayo&lt;br /&gt;sana lahat nakakaintindi&lt;br /&gt;sana hindi masayang lahat&lt;br /&gt;sana makaya ko to...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4515805659114590357-78597106316110355?l=melaii.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://melaii.blogspot.com/feeds/78597106316110355/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4515805659114590357&amp;postID=78597106316110355&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4515805659114590357/posts/default/78597106316110355'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4515805659114590357/posts/default/78597106316110355'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://melaii.blogspot.com/2009/05/sana.html' title='sana'/><author><name>melai</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12339297008857731372</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4515805659114590357.post-4945089616700295241</id><published>2009-05-07T18:25:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-07T18:47:28.816+08:00</updated><title type='text'>rainy day</title><content type='html'>i'm not really sure if i like the rain more than the sun.. i remember back in grade school, i love the rain because that would mean no classes and not having to listen to boring teachers.. but now that i really don't have to attend any class, the rain would mean just staying at home the whole day because i'm too lazy to hold an umbrella and its irritating when your shoes and clothes would still be wet even if you're patiently holding your umbrella..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so since today is a very rainy day, i decided not to go anywhere outside my dear home.. i started the day with hot chocolate and inipit for breakfast.. then i borrowed kuya's laptop and checked my mails.. after maybe a couple of hours, me and kuya had bulalo and embutido for lunch.. after lunch, i just took advantage of our new sofa and watched tv.. while watching, i finally had a chance to publish some of my draft posts here.. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;roanne consulted me a while ago about the code she's doing.. then i realized i miss coding.. i miss testing and i miss debugging.. but i'm not sure if i want to work already.. i think i want to enjoy a few more weeks at home or at some other place doing the things that i want to do..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4515805659114590357.post-7096752785758972553</id><published>2009-05-06T17:41:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-07T18:08:07.918+08:00</updated><title type='text'>tiring but happy day</title><content type='html'>i'm so glad malen and i met today.. we had a very short conversation, but i felt like i was relieved from all the stress that i was feeling lately because of a certain issue.. i guess i just needed someone to listen to me patiently.. u know, i'm not the person who rant and rant every time something happens, sometimes my friends need to ask me pa questions to know the real story.. but there are just some things that i have to let go out of my system for the sake of not getting too fed up..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after seeing my dearest sister, i went to UP to request for a true copy of grades.. i don't actually plan to get one, but since roanne requested me to get hers, i might as well apply one for myself.. i walked from AS to Engg, then Engg to SC and finally SC to Engg.. i got a little tired but i agree with malen, walking in UP also brings me peace.. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i went to Astra after and watched someone special play basketball.. i actually thought the game will be postponed(again) because of the rain, but we were lucky enough that the skies allowed the game to push through.. unfortunately, Astra All Stars didn't win the game but it was a game worth watching.. both teams are great.. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;to end the day, me, roanne, fafs and jc had dinner at burger king sm north..=)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4515805659114590357-7096752785758972553?l=melaii.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4515805659114590357.post-6425352559975579175</id><published>2009-05-03T16:42:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-07T16:58:56.017+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='my blessings'/><title type='text'>my new friend</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_32a4Pm-TDOk/SgKg1xoQjDI/AAAAAAAAAIk/LLS-kNXHdGE/s1600-h/tigger.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 356px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_32a4Pm-TDOk/SgKg1xoQjDI/AAAAAAAAAIk/LLS-kNXHdGE/s400/tigger.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5333001754475793458" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a very special someone gave it to me on the 25th day of our friendship.. i was tired and kinda irritated yesterday, but when i saw this, it made me smile and feel a lot better..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4515805659114590357-6425352559975579175?l=melaii.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://melaii.blogspot.com/feeds/6425352559975579175/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4515805659114590357&amp;postID=6425352559975579175&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4515805659114590357/posts/default/6425352559975579175'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4515805659114590357/posts/default/6425352559975579175'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://melaii.blogspot.com/2009/05/my-new-friend.html' title='my new friend'/><author><name>melai</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12339297008857731372</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_32a4Pm-TDOk/SgKg1xoQjDI/AAAAAAAAAIk/LLS-kNXHdGE/s72-c/tigger.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4515805659114590357.post-7791865155664604369</id><published>2009-04-30T19:03:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-05T12:04:59.290+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='movies'/><title type='text'>April movies</title><content type='html'>i just realized that this month, i've been watching movies in cinemas, every week.. so here are the list of movies i saw..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* Crank2&lt;br /&gt;* 17 again&lt;br /&gt;* Knowing&lt;br /&gt;* T2&lt;br /&gt;* The fast and the furious 4&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;=)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4515805659114590357-7791865155664604369?l=melaii.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://melaii.blogspot.com/feeds/7791865155664604369/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4515805659114590357&amp;postID=7791865155664604369&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4515805659114590357/posts/default/7791865155664604369'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4515805659114590357/posts/default/7791865155664604369'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://melaii.blogspot.com/2009/04/april-movies.html' title='April movies'/><author><name>melai</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12339297008857731372</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4515805659114590357.post-7641580478349967953</id><published>2009-04-26T18:38:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-07T17:17:49.101+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='family'/><title type='text'>family first</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_32a4Pm-TDOk/SgKQHaSU_KI/AAAAAAAAAIc/0GJ67duUAYM/s1600-h/page.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_32a4Pm-TDOk/SgKQHaSU_KI/AAAAAAAAAIc/0GJ67duUAYM/s400/page.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5332983365749767330" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;seeing the kids in my family makes me happy.. so when i was thinking of how will i celebrate my graduation, i figured that i want to be with them.. im so happy, my titos really love me,  i got a complete attendance of Valentino brothers with their family.. i really had a lot of fun and an incomparable level of happiness..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4515805659114590357-7641580478349967953?l=melaii.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://melaii.blogspot.com/feeds/7641580478349967953/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4515805659114590357&amp;postID=7641580478349967953&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4515805659114590357/posts/default/7641580478349967953'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4515805659114590357/posts/default/7641580478349967953'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://melaii.blogspot.com/2009/04/family-first.html' title='family first'/><author><name>melai</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12339297008857731372</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_32a4Pm-TDOk/SgKQHaSU_KI/AAAAAAAAAIc/0GJ67duUAYM/s72-c/page.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4515805659114590357.post-9074165994665288628</id><published>2009-04-24T21:13:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-07T15:24:08.016+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='my blessings'/><title type='text'>happiness overload</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_32a4Pm-TDOk/SgJ8i_WrQKI/AAAAAAAAAH8/swkjCEMbuPk/s1600-h/DSC03206.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_32a4Pm-TDOk/SgJ8i_WrQKI/AAAAAAAAAH8/swkjCEMbuPk/s400/DSC03206.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5332961849324028066" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;after 5 long years, sleepless nights, gallons of coffee, million lines of codes and piles of paper works, i finally wore that white dress and sablay, walked to the University Theater's isle and stage to get that piece of paper every UP student have been wishing for..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_32a4Pm-TDOk/SgKAvvRO-rI/AAAAAAAAAIE/tiH7_Th43dk/s1600-h/DSC03140.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_32a4Pm-TDOk/SgKAvvRO-rI/AAAAAAAAAIE/tiH7_Th43dk/s400/DSC03140.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5332966466391046834" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;roanne, i can't thank you enough for being a very dependable thesis partner and friend. i'll miss the overnights, endless discussions and of course im gonna miss you.. i love you dear..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_32a4Pm-TDOk/SgKDTIEjvjI/AAAAAAAAAIM/jJIzRhL6fAw/s1600-h/DSC03153.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_32a4Pm-TDOk/SgKDTIEjvjI/AAAAAAAAAIM/jJIzRhL6fAw/s400/DSC03153.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5332969273367445042" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;malen, you know i love you so much.. and as i've said habang magkatxt tayo nung grad, we had a lot of memories during college, but i know we're going to make even more pa..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_32a4Pm-TDOk/SgKI5tiY8YI/AAAAAAAAAIU/zDjo_h3cah8/s1600-h/DSC03244.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_32a4Pm-TDOk/SgKI5tiY8YI/AAAAAAAAAIU/zDjo_h3cah8/s400/DSC03244.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5332975433817846146" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;of course, to the most important persons in my life.. my ever so supporting and loving family.. i want you to know that during the moments that i feel so down, i just think of you guys and i know everything will be alright.. i love you..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4515805659114590357-9074165994665288628?l=melaii.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://melaii.blogspot.com/feeds/9074165994665288628/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4515805659114590357&amp;postID=9074165994665288628&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4515805659114590357/posts/default/9074165994665288628'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4515805659114590357/posts/default/9074165994665288628'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://melaii.blogspot.com/2009/05/happiness-overload.html' title='happiness overload'/><author><name>melai</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12339297008857731372</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_32a4Pm-TDOk/SgJ8i_WrQKI/AAAAAAAAAH8/swkjCEMbuPk/s72-c/DSC03206.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4515805659114590357.post-2694877321838856239</id><published>2009-04-21T20:54:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-07T13:33:22.195+08:00</updated><title type='text'>it was all worth it</title><content type='html'>I'm supposed to graduate last year but we decided to stop doing our thesis for a number of reasons that i don't want to remember anymore. It was a hard decision though because obviously that means not graduating on time and starting thesis all over again..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PEDiA is our second thesis..  it's a desktop application developed in Java, and aims to lighten the work of the pediatricians in our country. In simple words, it's an electronic medical record system. I have to admit, it's a lot easier than our first thesis which is a mobile application.  But of course, there were a lot of trouble moments, a thousand of sleepless nights and tons of endless discussions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However, when I saw the doctors using our thesis, i felt a different kind of happiness and pride. And i told myself, it was all worth it..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*pictures to follow*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4515805659114590357-2694877321838856239?l=melaii.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://melaii.blogspot.com/feeds/2694877321838856239/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4515805659114590357&amp;postID=2694877321838856239&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4515805659114590357/posts/default/2694877321838856239'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4515805659114590357/posts/default/2694877321838856239'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://melaii.blogspot.com/2009/04/it-was-all-worth-it.html' title='it was all worth it'/><author><name>melai</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12339297008857731372</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4515805659114590357.post-1933512781826535507</id><published>2009-04-20T21:07:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-07T17:09:52.379+08:00</updated><title type='text'>falling</title><content type='html'>wanna tell you baby&lt;br /&gt;That you're the one that i'm thinking of&lt;br /&gt;But your heart is still with her&lt;br /&gt;And I think she's the one that you love&lt;br /&gt;I only want you happy&lt;br /&gt;Even if it's not with me&lt;br /&gt;Maybe one day&lt;br /&gt;You'll open up your eyes and you'll see&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That I think I'm falling&lt;br /&gt;Maybe I'm falling for you&lt;br /&gt;Yeah I think I'm falling&lt;br /&gt;Baby I'm falling for you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*my current lss*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4515805659114590357-1933512781826535507?l=melaii.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://melaii.blogspot.com/feeds/1933512781826535507/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4515805659114590357&amp;postID=1933512781826535507&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4515805659114590357/posts/default/1933512781826535507'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4515805659114590357/posts/default/1933512781826535507'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://melaii.blogspot.com/2009/04/falling.html' title='falling'/><author><name>melai</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12339297008857731372</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4515805659114590357.post-4179243171439168509</id><published>2009-04-14T04:28:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-14T04:34:22.119+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='my blessings'/><title type='text'>papa and mama</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_32a4Pm-TDOk/SeOgrWrobMI/AAAAAAAAAH0/xViUsdbMa48/s1600-h/pa%26ma.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_32a4Pm-TDOk/SeOgrWrobMI/AAAAAAAAAH0/xViUsdbMa48/s400/pa%26ma.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5324275851165461698" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;here are the pictures of my parents.. for God knows how many years ago.. haha.. i actually scanned through all the albums we have here to find a nice wedding picture of them.. i wanted to edit it and find a very nice frame, to serve as my anniversary gift for them.. but when i saw these pictures, i can't help but edit and compile all of them..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm so blessed to have them as my parents..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4515805659114590357-4179243171439168509?l=melaii.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://melaii.blogspot.com/feeds/4179243171439168509/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4515805659114590357&amp;postID=4179243171439168509&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4515805659114590357/posts/default/4179243171439168509'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4515805659114590357/posts/default/4179243171439168509'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://melaii.blogspot.com/2009/04/papa-and-mama.html' title='papa and mama'/><author><name>melai</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12339297008857731372</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_32a4Pm-TDOk/SeOgrWrobMI/AAAAAAAAAH0/xViUsdbMa48/s72-c/pa%26ma.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4515805659114590357.post-5549413882275261735</id><published>2009-04-10T23:30:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-07T17:34:10.364+08:00</updated><title type='text'>quizzes on happiness</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/whatdoyouneedtobehappyquiz/"&gt;What Do You Need to Be Happy?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table width=350 align=center border=0 cellspacing=0 cellpadding=2&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#EEEEEE" align=center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font face="Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif" style='color:black; font-size: 14pt;'&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;You Need Friends to Be Happy&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.blogthingsimages.com/whatdoyouneedtobehappyquiz/friends.jpg" height="100" width="100"&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font color="#000000"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are a friendly, social person. You seek out connections and relationships.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Being close to others is very important to you, and you don't like discord.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You feel great when you're cooperating and working with others. You enjoy belonging to a group.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nothing makes you feel worse that feeling alone or alienated. You want to be liked by those around you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/whatkindofhappyareyouquiz/"&gt;What Kind of Happy Are You?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table width=350 align=center border=0 cellspacing=0 cellpadding=2&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#EEEEEE" align=center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font face="Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif" style='color:black; font-size: 14pt;'&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;You Are Affectionate&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.blogthingsimages.com/whatkindofhappyareyouquiz/affectionate.jpg" height="100" width="100"&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font color="#000000"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your life is full of love and friendship - and you always have more to give.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You have an open heart. You are willing to take that leap and put your faith in people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You see the good in everyone and everything. You are a very sympathetic person.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The people you love make you very happy. You feel warmly toward those around you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4515805659114590357-5549413882275261735?l=melaii.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://melaii.blogspot.com/feeds/5549413882275261735/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4515805659114590357&amp;postID=5549413882275261735&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4515805659114590357/posts/default/5549413882275261735'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4515805659114590357/posts/default/5549413882275261735'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://melaii.blogspot.com/2009/04/quizzes-on-happiness.html' title='quizzes on happiness'/><author><name>melai</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12339297008857731372</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4515805659114590357.post-2784813832175025044</id><published>2009-04-08T01:08:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-08T01:12:16.085+08:00</updated><title type='text'>wave 8.4.1</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_32a4Pm-TDOk/SduInW-RVdI/AAAAAAAAAHk/knd60bg9Woo/s1600-h/1_476400704l.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_32a4Pm-TDOk/SduInW-RVdI/AAAAAAAAAHk/knd60bg9Woo/s400/1_476400704l.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5321997594431411666" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;happy anniversary guys! oh i love each and everyone of you! hmmwaah!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4515805659114590357-2784813832175025044?l=melaii.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://melaii.blogspot.com/feeds/2784813832175025044/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4515805659114590357&amp;postID=2784813832175025044&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4515805659114590357/posts/default/2784813832175025044'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4515805659114590357/posts/default/2784813832175025044'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://melaii.blogspot.com/2009/04/wave-841.html' title='wave 8.4.1'/><author><name>melai</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12339297008857731372</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_32a4Pm-TDOk/SduInW-RVdI/AAAAAAAAAHk/knd60bg9Woo/s72-c/1_476400704l.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4515805659114590357.post-4233135367177083011</id><published>2009-04-08T00:04:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-08T00:21:01.030+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='my blessings'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='tattles'/><title type='text'>team richard</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_32a4Pm-TDOk/Sdt6ORYF54I/AAAAAAAAAHc/2vQn-STluj0/s1600-h/b.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_32a4Pm-TDOk/Sdt6ORYF54I/AAAAAAAAAHc/2vQn-STluj0/s400/b.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5321981770269583234" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_32a4Pm-TDOk/Sdt6HQSDc8I/AAAAAAAAAHU/dBba8T5pON4/s1600-h/a.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_32a4Pm-TDOk/Sdt6HQSDc8I/AAAAAAAAAHU/dBba8T5pON4/s400/a.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5321981649716736962" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i've been transferred from one team to another during my stay in cvg.. team richard is the last one.. though it was just a short span of time, i really enjoyed being part of the team.. and i really really miss them so much..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4515805659114590357-4233135367177083011?l=melaii.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://melaii.blogspot.com/feeds/4233135367177083011/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4515805659114590357&amp;postID=4233135367177083011&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4515805659114590357/posts/default/4233135367177083011'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4515805659114590357/posts/default/4233135367177083011'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://melaii.blogspot.com/2009/04/team-richard.html' title='team richard'/><author><name>melai</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12339297008857731372</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_32a4Pm-TDOk/Sdt6ORYF54I/AAAAAAAAAHc/2vQn-STluj0/s72-c/b.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4515805659114590357.post-8755274983589119912</id><published>2009-04-04T10:51:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-04T11:06:15.573+08:00</updated><title type='text'>melai to thesis</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"&gt;Want to, but I can’t help it&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"&gt; I love the way it feels,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"&gt; It’s got me stuck between my fantasy and what is real&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I need it when I want it, I want it when I don’t&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204); font-weight: bold;"&gt; Tell myself I’ll stop everyday, knowin’ that I won't&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204); font-weight: bold;"&gt;I got a problem and I don’t know what to do about it&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204); font-weight: bold;"&gt; Even if I did, I don’t know if I would quit but I doubt it&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204); font-weight: bold;"&gt; I’m taken by the thought of it, and I know this much is true&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204); font-weight: bold;"&gt; Baby, you have become my addiction, I’m so strung out on you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; I can barely move&lt;/span&gt; but I like it&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204); font-weight: bold;"&gt;And it’s all because of you &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204); font-weight: bold;"&gt; And it’s all because…&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204); font-weight: bold;"&gt; Never get enough,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;She’s the sweetest drug&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Think of it every second&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204); font-weight: bold;"&gt; I can't get nothing done,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Only concern is the next time, I’m gonna get me some&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Know I should stay away from, cause it's no good for me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;I try and try but my obsession wont let me leave&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204); font-weight: bold;"&gt;I got a problem and I don’t know what to do about it&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204); font-weight: bold;"&gt; Even if I did, I don’t know if I would quit but I doubt it&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204); font-weight: bold;"&gt; I’m taken by the thought of it, and I know this much is true&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204); font-weight: bold;"&gt; Baby, you have become my addiction, I’m so strung out on you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; I can barely move&lt;/span&gt; but I like it&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204); font-weight: bold;"&gt;And it’s all because of you (all because of you) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;And it’s all because…&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"&gt; Never get enough,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"&gt; She’s the sweetest drug&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"&gt; Ain’t no doubt, so strung out &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"&gt; Over you, over you, over you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Because of you,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204); font-weight: bold;"&gt; And it’s all because of you,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204); font-weight: bold;"&gt; Never get enough&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;She’s the sweetest drug, she’s the sweetest drug&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4515805659114590357-8755274983589119912?l=melaii.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://melaii.blogspot.com/feeds/8755274983589119912/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4515805659114590357&amp;postID=8755274983589119912&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4515805659114590357/posts/default/8755274983589119912'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4515805659114590357/posts/default/8755274983589119912'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://melaii.blogspot.com/2009/04/melai-to-thesis.html' title='melai to thesis'/><author><name>melai</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12339297008857731372</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4515805659114590357.post-3412764201928281251</id><published>2009-04-04T10:05:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-04T10:43:19.589+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='tattles'/><title type='text'>jrdc overnights part2</title><content type='html'>monday( mar30) was supposedly the super final presentation.. but to our dismay, there will be a super duper final presentation on thursday because of some changes and bugs found by the advisers.. for our thesis, they found maybe 3-5 bugs and requested a couple of changes more.. right then and there, i knew we will be having another marathon.. and of course, i was right..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tuesday (mar31) i bought two pillows.. i was actually torn between buying one very nice and soft pillow (P279) or two less expensive pillows (P130).. but i decided to just buy the latter, so that i can share the other one.. =)  off to jrdc once more and started coding again.. i thought i'm over this part since we already cleaned the source codes and made the java docs.. haay..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wednesday (apr1) after we finished the change request and fixed the bugs, i tested the application again.. unfortunately, i found a number of errors pa.. i was actually disappointed at myself because this is like the Nth time i'm testing the application.. why didn't i found these beforehand, why only now that we have less than 24 hours to go.. oh well, no choice but to code again.. me and malen had a super power nap since we haven't slept at all the previous night., it felt like we slept for 1 hour.. we  were really surprised when roanne told us that it was just a 15-minute-nap.. hehe..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thursday (apr2)  fortunately, our thesis passed the standards of our advisers.. actually, they just checked if we finished fixing their requests last monday.. hahaha.. now, all we need to do is the thesis paper.. i slept the whole night because i can't stand my headache anymore..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;friday (apr3)  at last, we finished our thesis paper.. hopefully, it passed their standards too.. its malen and pearl's super duper hyper final presentation.. we all thought it was over.. well, that was until their adviser told them to email the url so that she can test it online.. roanne and i stayed here at jrdc to help them test their thesis..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;saturday (apr4) so here i am.. saturday morning.. blogging at jrdc.. =)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4515805659114590357-3412764201928281251?l=melaii.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://melaii.blogspot.com/feeds/3412764201928281251/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4515805659114590357&amp;postID=3412764201928281251&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4515805659114590357/posts/default/3412764201928281251'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4515805659114590357/posts/default/3412764201928281251'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://melaii.blogspot.com/2009/04/jrdc-overnights-part2.html' title='jrdc overnights part2'/><author><name>melai</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12339297008857731372</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4515805659114590357.post-8487089120649707173</id><published>2009-04-04T09:31:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-04T10:05:29.742+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='tattles'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='family'/><title type='text'>jrdc overnights part1</title><content type='html'>thursday (mar26) start ng walang katapusang overnight at jrdc.. this is also my first time to overnight, kc ung dating dapat mag-oovernight kami for presentation, nagbrownout.. haha.. haven't slept at all.. tested malen and pearl's thesis first.. and started the all so dreadful javadocs..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;friday (mar 27) still finishing the docus.. had lunch at trinoma first then back to jrdc again.. i slept maybe 4 hours.. finished java docs but still had a lot of docus to do..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sat (mar28)  cleaned our source codes.. removed all the System.out.println we had for testing haha.. finished the manual, database schema and functionality list docu.. ate at trinoma and finally went home.. tired and exhausted, i entered my room and slept immediately..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sun (mar29) happy to see my family.. but i know i still have to practice for the demo so i insisted not to go to a mall or eat outside.. kuya was home before lunch.. we ate lunch together.. then kuya and mama went to the grocery, they brought home pizza.. hehe.. me and my brothers had a nice talk while eating pizza.. its like we didn't see each other for months.. hahaha..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4515805659114590357-8487089120649707173?l=melaii.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4515805659114590357.post-8841134038713783307</id><published>2009-03-25T20:03:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-25T20:31:57.455+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='my blessings'/><title type='text'>on the positive side</title><content type='html'>ok.. so i wasted time, money and effort on that interview because it turned out they needed someone with two years experience and yeah, one of the hr is a "friend".. but as they say, if bad things come your way, try to count the blessings you have and it will surely make you smile..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well, if i look at the brighter side, maybe i didn't waste time,money and effort at all because i had lunch with one of my long-time best friend julie.. too bad i forgot to take a picture.. we had so much to talk about even if we just met last friday.. its always nice to feel that old feeling.. julie and i used to go to megamall almost every weekend during our junior year in high school.. we were like going back to those days, but these time, we were both wearing business attires.. oh, how time flies.. today is the 5th year anniversary of our hs graduation..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;also, i had a date with adrian.. he treated me in pancake house for dinner.. afterwards, we went to st. agatha to check out the resort there.. as always, just being with anyone in my family can make my very sad day very much ok..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;to sum it all, i just had a bad start of the day but aside from that, every thing else turned out nice and sweet..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i always believe that in life, you get what you deserve.. but my family and friends are exeptions to that rule.. they're more than what i deserve..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4515805659114590357-8841134038713783307?l=melaii.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://melaii.blogspot.com/feeds/8841134038713783307/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4515805659114590357&amp;postID=8841134038713783307&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4515805659114590357/posts/default/8841134038713783307'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4515805659114590357/posts/default/8841134038713783307'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://melaii.blogspot.com/2009/03/on-positive-side.html' title='on the positive side'/><author><name>melai</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12339297008857731372</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4515805659114590357.post-8150283333924523980</id><published>2009-03-25T19:54:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-25T20:01:15.962+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='tattles'/><title type='text'>horoscope</title><content type='html'>i should have read my horoscope before i left home this morning..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;If you're expecting progress today, you need to prepare for a bit of disappointment. See if you can get yourself to accept that a bit of a slowdown is vital before real progress can be made.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;i know its hard to pass an interview.. but it gets even harder if one of the hr people is a familiar face and you soon realize its someone you had a fight during high school.. maybe you forgot the fight but she didn't because you made her cry.. big time.. with all the hagulgol..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh gosh, of all the places in the world dun pa kami nagkita.. and what's worse, i'm the applicant and she's the hr..&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4515805659114590357-8150283333924523980?l=melaii.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4515805659114590357.post-2871565068088002357</id><published>2009-03-23T01:08:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-23T01:33:07.623+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='whispers of my heart'/><title type='text'>a prayer</title><content type='html'>Lord, i know i'm not as religious now as i am during highschool&lt;br /&gt;i'm not doing my Wednesday novena anymore&lt;br /&gt;sometimes i even fail to attend the Sunday mass&lt;br /&gt;and maybe i don't do Your will, though i know i must&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but i really need You right now&lt;br /&gt;i know You're the only person who knows me inside out&lt;br /&gt;without saying a word or shedding a tear&lt;br /&gt;even in silence, everything i say, You hear&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You must be telling me something&lt;br /&gt;maybe even whispered to my ear&lt;br /&gt;but help my mind make it clear&lt;br /&gt;help my heart stand my fears&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4515805659114590357-2871565068088002357?l=melaii.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://melaii.blogspot.com/feeds/2871565068088002357/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4515805659114590357&amp;postID=2871565068088002357&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4515805659114590357/posts/default/2871565068088002357'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4515805659114590357/posts/default/2871565068088002357'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://melaii.blogspot.com/2009/03/prayer.html' title='a prayer'/><author><name>melai</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12339297008857731372</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4515805659114590357.post-7653310928246910855</id><published>2009-03-22T23:48:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-23T01:07:39.285+08:00</updated><title type='text'>3rd night</title><content type='html'>this is my third night of not being able to sleep.. for the past two nights i'm crying my way to sleep..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;maybe its about the room.. since papa's friend is staying at our place, i sort of camped here in my brothers' room.. during daytime, i enjoy my stay here because i think we were able to bond more and talk about anything under the sun.. i actually missed sharing a room with them as we did during our childhood.. but when its already sleeping time, even if i roll myself and try different positions just to get some sleep, it just won't visit me..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;or maybe its about all the thoughts that keeps on haunting me until now.. haaay.. there are a lot of questions that i want to find answers.. a lot of things needed to be done.. and a lot of decisions that i must be brave enough to face..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4515805659114590357-7653310928246910855?l=melaii.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://melaii.blogspot.com/feeds/7653310928246910855/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4515805659114590357&amp;postID=7653310928246910855&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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confuse</title><content type='html'>in just one night, i've realized a lot of things..&lt;br /&gt;in just one meeting, i again met reality ..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i suddenly felt confused..&lt;br /&gt;i'm tired but i can't force my mind to rest..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;now i'm scared of facing the next day..&lt;br /&gt;of what i can or what i may..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;before, i thought i was happy and contented..&lt;br /&gt;after, i felt weak and uncertain..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haay..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4515805659114590357-2963757511264191783?l=melaii.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://melaii.blogspot.com/feeds/2963757511264191783/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4515805659114590357&amp;postID=2963757511264191783&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4515805659114590357/posts/default/2963757511264191783'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4515805659114590357/posts/default/2963757511264191783'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://melaii.blogspot.com/2009/03/im-confuse.html' title='im confuse'/><author><name>melai</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12339297008857731372</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4515805659114590357.post-8384564620351635042</id><published>2009-03-20T23:58:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-21T12:51:11.532+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='whispers of my heart'/><title type='text'>Love, Magic, Illusion</title><content type='html'>&lt;p style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Tempus Sans ITC;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;pano natin masasabing mahal natin ang isang tao?.. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204); font-family: georgia; font-style: italic;"&gt;sapat na bang alam natin na gusto ntin cia plaging kasama.. na napapatawa ka nia sa panahong malungkot ka.. na nsasandalan mo cia kpag may problema ka.. na handa niang gawin kahit anong iutos mo..   &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Tempus Sans ITC;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;paano ba tlga ipakita ang pagmamahal?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204); text-align: left; font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Tempus Sans ITC;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: normal;font-family:georgia;" &gt;kpag hinigpitan tau, sasabihin natin, nasasakal tayo...                                   &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: normal;font-family:georgia;" &gt;kpag nman maluwag, sasabihin natin, wala syang pakeelam...                   &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Tempus Sans ITC;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;ano nga bang mas tama?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204); font-style: italic; font-family: georgia;" align="left"&gt;..."pag mahal mo, ipaglaban mo" o "pag mahal mo, hahayaan mo ciang maging masaya khit hindi sa piling mo"&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Tempus Sans ITC;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;gaano ka nakakasiguradong mahal mo ang taong kapiling mo ngayon?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204); font-style: italic; font-family: georgia;" align="left"&gt;sigurado ka bang mahal mo talaga cia.. o bka naman nanghihinayang ka lang sa tagal ng pinagsamahan nio.. kpag sinasabihan mo ciang mahal mo cia araw-araw, tnanong mo na ba sa sarili mo, kung totoo pa ba yung sinasabi mo, o bka nman nasanay ka na lng sabihin yun sa kanya.. sigurado ka bang gusto mo tlaga ciang makasama dahil mahal mo cia, o bka nman dahil natutuwa ka lng sa company nia.. &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;       &lt;span style="font-family:Tempus Sans ITC;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;do u really love him? or you just love the IDEA of you, loving him..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Tempus Sans ITC;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Castellar;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255); font-weight: bold;"&gt;LOVE &lt;/span&gt;can be &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;MAGIC&lt;/span&gt;.. but sometimes... magic is just an &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255); font-weight: bold;"&gt;ILLUSION&lt;/span&gt;..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4515805659114590357-8384564620351635042?l=melaii.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://melaii.blogspot.com/feeds/8384564620351635042/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4515805659114590357&amp;postID=8384564620351635042&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4515805659114590357/posts/default/8384564620351635042'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4515805659114590357/posts/default/8384564620351635042'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://melaii.blogspot.com/2009/03/love-magic-illusion.html' title='Love, Magic, Illusion'/><author><name>melai</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12339297008857731372</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4515805659114590357.post-2282685134789000690</id><published>2009-03-19T18:03:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-19T18:09:08.127+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='i decide'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='health and beauty'/><title type='text'>i did it!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_32a4Pm-TDOk/ScIYrQcT1iI/AAAAAAAAAHM/a-HOiAJrggs/s1600-h/DSC01510-horz.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_32a4Pm-TDOk/ScIYrQcT1iI/AAAAAAAAAHM/a-HOiAJrggs/s400/DSC01510-horz.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5314837641677755938" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;since last week i decided to take dieting seriously.. i didn't eat rice except for the tapsilog in rodiks which i really can't resist.. hehe..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;today i was able to stay on my stationary bike for 1 hour and 4 seconds and according to the bike, i lost 126 calories.. though i know the calories count is not accurate, i'm still proud i was able to do it 1 hour straight.. hehe..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4515805659114590357-2282685134789000690?l=melaii.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://melaii.blogspot.com/feeds/2282685134789000690/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4515805659114590357&amp;postID=2282685134789000690&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4515805659114590357/posts/default/2282685134789000690'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4515805659114590357/posts/default/2282685134789000690'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://melaii.blogspot.com/2009/03/i-did-it.html' title='i did it!'/><author><name>melai</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12339297008857731372</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_32a4Pm-TDOk/ScIYrQcT1iI/AAAAAAAAAHM/a-HOiAJrggs/s72-c/DSC01510-horz.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4515805659114590357.post-5150670083303051765</id><published>2009-03-18T15:29:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-19T17:47:38.906+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='reviews'/><title type='text'>on seattle's best</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_32a4Pm-TDOk/ScH03yw-YwI/AAAAAAAAAG0/NA7wBQhBg-A/s1600-h/DSC01474.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_32a4Pm-TDOk/ScH03yw-YwI/AAAAAAAAAG0/NA7wBQhBg-A/s400/DSC01474.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5314798274631066370" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;i love coffee, but somehow i just didn't enjoy the cup i ordered from Seattle's best.. its my first time to try their coffee since i always go for Starbucks for frappe and cold drinks, and Coffee Bean for relaxing warm drinks.. cheskie and i tried seattles yesterday for a change.. i ordered white chocolate mocha and she got black and white mocha.. but i didn't enjoy both.. its not something you would go back for.. sayang, i wanted pa naman to get their vip card, the barista told me that i can get a vip card for an accumulated receipt of 15oo..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_32a4Pm-TDOk/ScH18Ff088I/AAAAAAAAAG8/qHfso24XDVs/s1600-h/DSC01479.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_32a4Pm-TDOk/ScH18Ff088I/AAAAAAAAAG8/qHfso24XDVs/s400/DSC01479.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5314799447890523074" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4515805659114590357-5150670083303051765?l=melaii.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://melaii.blogspot.com/feeds/5150670083303051765/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4515805659114590357&amp;postID=5150670083303051765&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4515805659114590357/posts/default/5150670083303051765'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4515805659114590357/posts/default/5150670083303051765'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://melaii.blogspot.com/2009/03/on-seattles-best.html' title='on seattle&apos;s best'/><author><name>melai</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12339297008857731372</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_32a4Pm-TDOk/ScH03yw-YwI/AAAAAAAAAG0/NA7wBQhBg-A/s72-c/DSC01474.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4515805659114590357.post-1178471277403966794</id><published>2009-03-16T17:44:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-19T14:49:40.861+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='tattles'/><title type='text'>not worth it</title><content type='html'>malen and i missed headstrong's company exam.. because of what? because of a freaking title of a thesis paper for a competition.. haay.. its not worth it talaga.. even if we win that competition i think i will still not be happy about missing the company exam.. even 50k will not be enough to compromise a company we both want to join..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4515805659114590357-1178471277403966794?l=melaii.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://melaii.blogspot.com/feeds/1178471277403966794/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4515805659114590357&amp;postID=1178471277403966794&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4515805659114590357/posts/default/1178471277403966794'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4515805659114590357/posts/default/1178471277403966794'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://melaii.blogspot.com/2009/03/not-worth-it.html' title='not worth it'/><author><name>melai</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12339297008857731372</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4515805659114590357.post-4784049244999851331</id><published>2009-03-15T20:11:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-19T14:40:49.739+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='reviews'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='tattles'/><title type='text'>bongga</title><content type='html'>i just have to share this, i had a bonggang away with the bongga sa kabastusang tindera ng mega exchange sa pampangga (if youre planning to buy a new phone, don't dare to buy in this shop, sobra tlgang bastos ng tindera).. its been years since i had a fight with someone.. you see, i think i developed a long patience since i worked for a job that deals with different kinds of character and levels of understanding.. but this girl made me really angry.. first of all, sira na ung binenta niang phone kay kuya.. we made an effort to go back to pampangga the next day para ireplace nila un or better yet money back na lang.. but when we got there, wala daw silang stock at maghintay daw kami ng ilang oras pa.. my god, kami na nga ung pinerwisyo nilang bumalik pa dun, the nerve naman nilang paghintayin pa kami ng ilang oras.. then we suggested na money back na lang, aba, ang loka2 sbi wala d daw sila ngrerefund.. cmon, hindi ba nila alam na bawal un??.. but that's not all, she called the oic para un na lang ang kausapin namin.. so i talked to this shit oic of theirs, i asked her to give me an estimate kung anong oras xa andon, coz its really not right na paghintayin pa nila kami.. you know what she said? "miss, hndi naman ako pwedeng magkaron ng pakpak at lumipad papunta jan".. ay talagang nakakapanginig sila ng laman.. bastusan pala kung bastusan eh.. san ka naman nakakita ng tinderang nakaperwisyo na lang sa customer eh bastos pa kung sumagot! eto pa, wala daw talaga silang refund and i said bawal sa batas ung ginagawa nila.. sbi ba naman, pwede daw silang gumawa ng sarili niang batas.. tanga tlaga, san kaya nag-aral tong babaeng to at akala nia pwede xang gumawa ng batas against philippine law.. after ilang sagutan, she said kung refund daw, kalahati na lang makukuha namin sa price nung phone, eh adik pala talga xa, idadamay pa ko sa katangahan nia.. ano akala nia skin, gago? kahapon lang binili, sira pa ung binenta nila tpos ngayon refund kalahati na lang?? at dahil wala akong panahong makipag-usap sa ganyang tao, binagsakan ko xa ng phone.. ung tipong masisira na ung phone nila.. at hndi pa jan nagtatapos ang away.. so after mga 3 and a half hours, bumalik kami dun.. at andun na ung gagong oic, kabanat2 ba naman, "sino ung kausap ko knina?" with nakakainis na tono.. wala pa kong sinasabi non ha.. xa pa tlga nagsimula.. then i said "ako, bkit?".. sbi ba naman, wag daw akong mambabagsak ng phone dahil madali naman silang kausap.. eh sira tlga ulo nia, kung xa madaling kausap, hndi xa mababagsakan ng phone.. kung hndi xa bastos, hndi ko rin xa babastusin.. eh kaso nakalimutan nia ytang ako ang customer at xa ang tinderang nagbenta ng sirang phone.. kung makapagsalita xa parang xa pa ung naperwisyo.. eh d sbi ko nga hindi xa madaling kausap kaya ko binaba ang phone dahil wala kong oras sa kanya.. humirit pa xa ng kung para dun lang sa phone na un, hindi nia sisirain ang pangalan nila.. eh naku, sa sama pa lang ng ugali nia sirang sira na pangalan nila.. bwiset tlga xa! siguro kung ako hndi nanghihinayang sa pera, binato ko pa sa kanya ung phone na un!!! pasalamat xa at pinigilan ako ni kuya kung hndi irereport ko talga xa sa dti! naku, kung pwede lang ipapasara ko pa ung shop na un!! mga bastos talaga!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4515805659114590357-4784049244999851331?l=melaii.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://melaii.blogspot.com/feeds/4784049244999851331/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4515805659114590357&amp;postID=4784049244999851331&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4515805659114590357/posts/default/4784049244999851331'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4515805659114590357/posts/default/4784049244999851331'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://melaii.blogspot.com/2009/03/bongga.html' title='bongga'/><author><name>melai</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12339297008857731372</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4515805659114590357.post-4567701232702318972</id><published>2009-03-14T20:34:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-14T20:41:37.485+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='my blessings'/><title type='text'>my brother's surprise</title><content type='html'>about 2 in the afternoon, adrian texted me, "ate, what tym ka uwi? my surprise ako sayo".. and i replied, "basta hindi nakakataba, masaya yan.. haha"..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;when i got home, the first thing that i saw was this:&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_32a4Pm-TDOk/Sbuk3HbiNWI/AAAAAAAAAGs/iWhtPkzCfaM/s1600-h/1233817258.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 188px; height: 248px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_32a4Pm-TDOk/Sbuk3HbiNWI/AAAAAAAAAGs/iWhtPkzCfaM/s400/1233817258.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5313021452207928674" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;yeah.. another addition to my gym equipments collection.. haha..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;i had a bad day.. but when i got home, faith reminded me again that if everything fails, my family will always be there to make everything alright and make me smile no matter what..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4515805659114590357-4567701232702318972?l=melaii.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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3rd place.. i think maybe out of 10 or 12 contestants..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i guess i was very active during grade school, joining academic and non-academic competitions.. though, its rare that mama is there in my competitions.. even to the most memorable one, when i won the 1st place in a quiz bee competition, it was my teacher who was on the picture giving my biggest medal.. that's why  i love my winning moment in all things bright and beautiful, mama is there and she's very proud..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;now i question myself, ano kayang nangyari sakin nung high school? haha.. i took a complete revolution.. no competitions, no medals, no certificates, no leadership responsibilities.. but i don't have any regrets at all.. i enjoyed high school to the fullest.. as in.. wahaha..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway, i asked uncle google for the poem all things bright and beautiful...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: verdana;font-family:trebuchet ms;"  align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;All            things bright&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; and beautiful,&lt;br /&gt;All creatures great and small,&lt;br /&gt;All things wise and wonderful,&lt;br /&gt;The Lord God made them all.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;         &lt;p style="font-family: verdana;font-family:trebuchet ms;"  align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Each little flower            that opens,&lt;br /&gt;         Each little bird that sings,&lt;br /&gt;         He made their glowing colors,&lt;br /&gt;         He made their tiny wings.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;         &lt;p style="font-family: verdana;font-family:trebuchet ms;"  align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;The purple-headed            mountain,&lt;br /&gt;         The river running by,&lt;br /&gt;         The sunset, and the morning,&lt;br /&gt;         That brightens up the sky;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;         &lt;p style="font-family: verdana;font-family:trebuchet ms;"  align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;The cold wind in            the winter,&lt;br /&gt;         The pleasant summer sun,&lt;br /&gt;         The ripe fruits in the garden,&lt;br /&gt;         He made them every one.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;         &lt;p style="font-family: verdana;font-family:trebuchet ms;"  align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;He gave us eyes            to see them,&lt;br /&gt;         And lips that we might tell,&lt;br /&gt;         How great is God Almighty,&lt;br /&gt;         Who has made all things well.&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/4515805659114590357-429586710045549092?l=melaii.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://melaii.blogspot.com/feeds/429586710045549092/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4515805659114590357.post-9144549032205472250</id><published>2009-03-12T23:55:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-13T11:58:18.282+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='tattles'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='trivias'/><title type='text'>greenhills trivia</title><content type='html'>trivia: nagsasara ang greenhills dahil sa reshuffling..&lt;br /&gt;to the rescue: st. francis square&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bow.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4515805659114590357-9144549032205472250?l=melaii.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://melaii.blogspot.com/feeds/9144549032205472250/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4515805659114590357.post-2983401675742164795</id><published>2009-03-11T11:12:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-11T11:57:57.681+08:00</updated><title type='text'>francis m : a free man</title><content type='html'>i opened my laptop this morning while watching tv.. it happened to be the sis tribute to francis m.. the next thing i know, i'm searching youtube of videos about him.. i wasn't able to watch eat bulaga last saturday and all the videos i found in youtube touched me.. every video made my cry.. especially when i saw the whole eat bulaga family crying while  &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=GECXP9CDo_Q&amp;amp;feature=related"&gt;tito, vic and joey was singing the kaleidoscope world&lt;/a&gt;.. to my observation, among the tvj, it was bosing vic whose really affected.. another thing worth noting is that when the balloons were flew, it almost formed the philippine map.. maybe kiko, did it..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm not a big fan of francis m.. but i really think he did a great job and he was a great man.. its rare to find a nationalistic man these days.. francis m did his best to promote Philippine pride, through his songs and even through his line of clothing.. he was also a great father to 5 equally talented children.. he's daughter unna even said that kiko would always tell her to do what makes her happy and don't waste time on doing something she doesn't like.. francis m, was also a great photographer.. he was so great that he was able to take a shot of baby grasshoppers..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;again, its always true that we'll only realize what we have when we already lost it.. before francis m's death, people didn't realize all of these great things about him.. maybe to most people, he was just an out-of-style rapper.. but the truth is, he's more than what people think he is..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway, may i just quote the priest who gave the last mass to francis.. francis m,&lt;br /&gt;"RAP IN PEACE"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4515805659114590357-2983401675742164795?l=melaii.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://melaii.blogspot.com/feeds/2983401675742164795/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4515805659114590357&amp;postID=2983401675742164795&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4515805659114590357/posts/default/2983401675742164795'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4515805659114590357/posts/default/2983401675742164795'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' 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about the time, i'm not running late for a thesis meeting or hurrying to meet someone.. i did everything i miss doing.. from relaxing through the luke warm water to enjoying different kinds of soap.. i pampered myself from my hair down to my feet..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and then i realized, i haven't given myself enough time and attention lately.. i've always been proud to have the habit of treating or rewarding myself but right now, i can't remember the last time i did that..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so today i decide to bring back that old habit.. i decide to relax more.. spend more for myself.. and takecare of myself even more..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4515805659114590357-6140208245191145698?l=melaii.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://melaii.blogspot.com/feeds/6140208245191145698/comments/default' title='Post 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href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_32a4Pm-TDOk/SbO6ZEO64vI/AAAAAAAAAGc/7z2d_dP7YEs/s1600-h/03.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 284px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_32a4Pm-TDOk/SbO6ZEO64vI/AAAAAAAAAGc/7z2d_dP7YEs/s400/03.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5310793325395763954" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i think i want to try digital perm.. hehe.. maybe i'll try this one instead of relaxing my hair again.. para new look.. =)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4515805659114590357-8306579771667087138?l=melaii.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://melaii.blogspot.com/feeds/8306579771667087138/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4515805659114590357.post-5053431000936576960</id><published>2009-03-03T18:36:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-06T03:16:06.331+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='tattles'/><title type='text'>letter to someone</title><content type='html'>i don't feel well but i forced myself to see you.. we just had a fight and u said u'll do ur best to make up.. u said u'll take care of me from now on..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;even if youre the one who should be picking me up, i still insisted you to continue what you need to do.. i went there, hoping to spend time with you, especially with this should-have-been special day.. we waited for hours to get what you need done.. at the back of my mind, "ok, so ito ung bawi mo?".. but i still tried to be sweet and happy as you want me to be.. i went out coz i need to talk to someone over the net.. i didn't want to talk to the guard to let me in again, so i just waited for you outside.. while waiting, i saw the person i hate so much, ur x.. its the first time i saw her, i didn't know what to do.. but of course, she's the one who can't look at me straight, not after what she have done.. while looking at her, i wanted to slap her or to talk to her bitchly, but i wasn't able to.. something is forcing me not to do so..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after she passed by me, i felt so weak.. i felt the pain again.. its as if everything just happened yesterday.. i wanted to cry right then and then.. but i saw you.. i wiped my close-to-falling tears and smiled.. i told you i saw her, u didn't react.. i told you, "ui, wala kong ginawa", and you bluntly say, "wla ka naman tlga dapat gawin".. i kept quiet.. i was actually willing to forget everything until u said, "wla naman xang kasalanan sayo ha".. not even satisfied, u added "matagal na yun, ano ka ba naman"..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;first of all, why does it sound like i'm the bad person here? in case u forgot, ako po ung nasaktan ng sobra, ako ung niloko.. and how dare u say na wla xang kasalanan?!.. anong tawag mo dun?.. yes, it happened months ago, so what? wla na kong karapatang masaktan?.. its so easy for you to tell me to forget about it because you're not the one who shed pails of tears.. you're not the one who forgot your pride and just accepted everything..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;had i known that seeing her will make me feel all the hurt again, maybe i just chosed to stay at home and do thesis.. whats worse is, masakit na nga na nakita ko xa, pero mas masakit pa ung mga sinabi mo.. parang ok, tpos na, wla na kong karapatang maramdaman un at wla ka ng pakeelam khit nsaktan pa ko noon dhil tpos na nga un eh.. alam mo kung anong pinaramdam mo skin? na mas knampihan mo pa xa kesa skin.. haay..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok, so ang ganda ng bawi mo at feel na feel ko ang pag-aalaga mo..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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someone'/><author><name>melai</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12339297008857731372</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4515805659114590357.post-1790555807518348272</id><published>2009-02-28T19:38:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-05T12:06:15.948+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='reviews'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='movies'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='tattles'/><title type='text'>you changed my life</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_32a4Pm-TDOk/SapKqSInV_I/AAAAAAAAAGU/g7GGLJrz9yg/s1600-h/1_883825574l.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 277px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_32a4Pm-TDOk/SapKqSInV_I/AAAAAAAAAGU/g7GGLJrz9yg/s400/1_883825574l.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5308137201092483058" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;one of the few movies that can make you smile and cry at the same time..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;laida magtalas: she's willing to give up everything and anything for the love of her life.. tried to understand everything in the name of love.. patience became her friend in her struggle to make their relationship work and surpass the changes.. she loves miggy montenegro so much, she came to a point that she felt miggy is already being unfair to her..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;miggy montenegro: without doubt, he loves laida.. he tried to show that love in every possible way he could.. but he's so pressured in his new work that sometimes he makes sarah feel taken for granted.. he's trying his best to be a good son, brother and at the same time boyfriend, but for him it seems that his best is always not enough.. anyway, i love the surprises he prepared to make sarah smile..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my favorite line and the most important lesson i learned in watching this movie:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"sa pagmamahal, hndi dapat nagsusukatan.. kc kung lahat ng tao magsusukat, wala ng magmamahal.. laging sobra o laging kulang..."&lt;br /&gt;- macoy (rayver cruz)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4515805659114590357-1790555807518348272?l=melaii.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://melaii.blogspot.com/feeds/1790555807518348272/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4515805659114590357&amp;postID=1790555807518348272&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4515805659114590357.post-1936071255879938995</id><published>2009-02-27T00:43:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-27T01:07:21.494+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='tattles'/><title type='text'>worried</title><content type='html'>im sleepy but needs to stay up for kuya.. i was supposed to go to sleep about 11pm but i got a text from kuya (yes, he's just in the other room), he's asking me to get him water (he was feeling sick since this morning).. so hurriedly, i got up, though im really2 sleepy na since i'm so tired cleaning the house for mama.. when i hand him the water, i felt like napaso ako sa kanya.. my gosh, he's really hot and he's face is red in color already.. i checked his temperature and got 40+.. i got panic and asked mama to wake up.. i went to the kitchen, grabbed an icebag and gave it to kuya.. i also got cold water and face towel to rub on kuya's neck and arms.. mama asked me to call cheskie and ask her what's right to do, if we should already bring kuya to the hospital.. i woke up cheska and she advised to continue the cold compress and then try to make kuya sweat, if kuya's temp will stay on 40 or above, bring him to the hosp.. luckily after doing what she said, kuya's temp went down (but just a few lines).. it's still high so i need to stay awake until 2 to give him paracetamol and monitor his temp.. i just hope kuya will be better tomorrow.. its mama's birthday na..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4515805659114590357-1936071255879938995?l=melaii.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://melaii.blogspot.com/feeds/1936071255879938995/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4515805659114590357.post-7844726704860660036</id><published>2009-02-26T17:32:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-27T01:41:58.700+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='tattles'/><title type='text'>i miss my apartment</title><content type='html'>mama is coming home today from her brunei vacation.. of course, to show her that we can take care of the house while she's not here, we cleaned the house and also did the laundry.. im so tired that i fell asleep after lunch.. i dreamt of my apartment in luzon.. hmm.. i actually cried when i wake up, i realize that i miss it so much.. its not the perfect apartment in a perfect location, but i love that place sooo much.. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;♥ i miss shopping for things we use in the house&lt;br /&gt;♥ i miss cleaning it&lt;br /&gt;♥ i even miss the gate and stairs leading to the unit&lt;br /&gt;♥ i miss the big bed&lt;br /&gt;♥ i miss cooking breakfast and fried stuff&lt;br /&gt;♥ i miss my cute appliances&lt;br /&gt;♥ i miss the happy feeling whenever i'm able to buy new appliances or new things&lt;br /&gt;♥ i miss eating in my small table&lt;br /&gt;♥ i miss watching tv there&lt;br /&gt;♥ i miss going home by midnight, sleeping by 1 or 2 am, waking up by 5am to cook breakfast, sleeping again by 9 or 10am, waking up by 4 to prepare for work&lt;br /&gt;♥ i miss the 10 minute tricycle ride to get there&lt;br /&gt;♥ i miss doing the groceries&lt;br /&gt;♥ i miss puregold cmw&lt;br /&gt;♥ i miss inviting my wavemates to hang out, drink or just have someone to talk the whole night to&lt;br /&gt;♥ i miss the street i used to walk on&lt;br /&gt;♥ i miss doing the budget (bills, rent, groceries)&lt;br /&gt;♥ i miss my neighbors&lt;br /&gt;♥ i miss washing clothes (by hand)&lt;br /&gt;♥ i miss the surprises i get after work&lt;br /&gt;♥ i miss everything about it 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apartment'/><author><name>melai</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12339297008857731372</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4515805659114590357.post-5211532332899225520</id><published>2009-02-24T20:27:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-25T21:13:08.217+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='tattles'/><title type='text'>i hate sipon</title><content type='html'>huhu.. i should have known better.. it already crossed my mind that i will get sipon from cheskie.. but i didn't take my vitamins.. haaay.. i had a wonderful monday plan.. me and cheskie was supposed to go to la mesa eco park.. well, i wanted to go there to take pictures of the place, i've seen a lot of nice pics from the net.. i also want to try the boating, fishing, wall climbing, zip line and all the activities there.. but no no, i got stocked in the house last monday because of this shit sipon which i always hate.. sipon for me is not just the simple sipon.. i don't remember any instance that i got sipon without headache, fever and body pains.. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i also wanted to have bonding moments with cai and malen.. we were supposed to have overnight at malen's place.. huhu.. sayang pamimilit ko.. argggh.. sino ba kasi naka-imbento ng gantong skit.. =(&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4515805659114590357-5211532332899225520?l=melaii.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://melaii.blogspot.com/feeds/5211532332899225520/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4515805659114590357&amp;postID=5211532332899225520&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4515805659114590357/posts/default/5211532332899225520'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4515805659114590357/posts/default/5211532332899225520'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://melaii.blogspot.com/2009/02/i-hate-sipon.html' title='i hate sipon'/><author><name>melai</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12339297008857731372</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4515805659114590357.post-458719492476662948</id><published>2009-02-22T22:51:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-22T23:04:01.513+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='tattles'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='trivias'/><title type='text'>some love quiz results</title><content type='html'>&lt;table width=350 align=center border=0 cellspacing=0 cellpadding=2&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#EEEEEE" align=center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font face="Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif" style='color:black; font-size: 14pt;'&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Your Heart is Feeling Open&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.blogthingsimages.com/whatisyourheartfeelingquiz/heart-8.gif" height="100" width="100"&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font color="#000000"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You have no idea where your love path leads, but you're looking forward to the journey. For you, love as an adventure. While you may get hurt, that's the risk you have to take. You are receptive to any love or relationship that may come your way. You can't predict love! Deep down, your heart is susceptible to:  Anything... both good and bad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your current outlook on love: Free spirited and flexible&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your love life will improve if you: Protect yourself a little. You don't have to be open to every romantic experience.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Watch out for: Treating love as a game&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table width=350 align=center border=0 cellspacing=0 cellpadding=2&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#EEEEEE" align=center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font face="Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif" style='color:black; font-size: 14pt;'&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;You Are A Professional Girlfriend!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.blogthingsimages.com/whatkindofgirlfriendareyouquiz/professional-girlfriend.jpg" height="100" width="100"&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font color="#000000"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are the perfect girlfriend - big surprise! Heaven knows you've had enough practice. That's why you're a total pro. If there was an Emily Post of girlfriends, it would be you. You know how to act in every situation ... to make both you and your guy happy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table width=350 align=center border=0 cellspacing=0 cellpadding=2&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#EEEEEE" align=center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font face="Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif" style='color:black; font-size: 14pt;'&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Your Love is Based on Affection&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.blogthingsimages.com/whatisyourlovebasedonquiz/affection.jpg" height="100" width="100"&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font color="#000000"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your need for love is very primal and basic. You can't imagine living without love. And for you, love is something that's best expressed through touch. You're always up for a hug or a cuddle. And you feel a bit rejected when you don't get enough affection. Whether you're sharing a blanket or sharing an order of fries, you thrive when you're close to the person you love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why your love can last: You express your love freely and frequently&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why your love can fail: You can come off as clingy, and this freaks people out&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table width=350 align=center border=0 cellspacing=0 cellpadding=2&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#EEEEEE" align=center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font face="Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif" style='color:black; font-size: 14pt;'&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;You Follow Your Heart&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.blogthingsimages.com/doyoufollowyourheadoryourheartquiz/heart.jpg" height="100" width="100"&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font color="#000000"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You're romantic, sentimental, and emotional. You tend to fall in (and out of) love very quickly. Some may call you fickle, but you can't help where your emotions take you. You've definitely broken a few hearts, but you're not a heartbreaker by nature. Your intentions are always good, even if they change with the wind &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table width=350 align=center border=0 cellspacing=0 cellpadding=2&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#EEEEEE" align=center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font face="Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif" style='color:black; font-size: 14pt;'&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;You Are Flirtatious&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.blogthingsimages.com/areyouflirtatiousfearlessfactualorfriendlyquiz/flirtatious.jpg" height="100" width="100"&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font color="#000000"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are outgoing, talkative, and incredibly social. You love swapping stories and jokes. You're optimistic and enthusiastic. You're both good at being a cheerleader and at cheering people up. You are a very charming person. You make connections easily, and you love harmless flirting. Sometimes your charm can turn against you. People tend to think you're a better friend than you actually are. &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4515805659114590357-458719492476662948?l=melaii.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://melaii.blogspot.com/feeds/458719492476662948/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4515805659114590357&amp;postID=458719492476662948&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4515805659114590357/posts/default/458719492476662948'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4515805659114590357/posts/default/458719492476662948'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://melaii.blogspot.com/2009/02/some-love-quizzes.html' title='some love quiz results'/><author><name>melai</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12339297008857731372</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4515805659114590357.post-5150133588003122527</id><published>2009-02-20T16:21:00.009+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-22T11:05:09.505+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fictyurs'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='tattles'/><title type='text'>missing my phone</title><content type='html'>yes, im missing my phone, its about two weeks now since its camera won't recognize the open lens and always prompt the user to open its lens to be able to take pictures.. i always love my phones but the phone i'm talking about is my favorite of all the phones i had.. papa gave it to me after he saw me using a very old phone.. as always adrian was the one who picked it for me.. it was a great choice really.. although at first, i don't like its brown color (too formal for me), its camera made me fall in love with that phone.. its like having a digital camera everywhere you go.. taking shots after another.. i adore the picture quality and additional settings of the camera.. i remember, i even dared adrian that my phone takes better pictures than his new samsung (5MP) camphone.. and true enough, we took shots of the same scene and my pictures look better then his shots.. haha.. oooh, i really miss the phone... i hope sony ericson would be able to fix it as soon as possible..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway, these are some of my favorite shots using my phone..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_32a4Pm-TDOk/SZ5zOAGVBRI/AAAAAAAAAGE/VJU7DGEM1d0/s1600-h/DSC00236.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_32a4Pm-TDOk/SZ5zOAGVBRI/AAAAAAAAAGE/VJU7DGEM1d0/s400/DSC00236.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5304804095470929170" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;super cute baby in bus from pampangga..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_32a4Pm-TDOk/SZ5zFkMkPzI/AAAAAAAAAF8/4dlpJe2yGPk/s1600-h/DSC00328.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_32a4Pm-TDOk/SZ5zFkMkPzI/AAAAAAAAAF8/4dlpJe2yGPk/s400/DSC00328.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5304803950541946674" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;isang pader sa trinoma.. i was just supposed to take a picture of the wall but when i positioned my phone, i realized that the carpet + wall is cute..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_32a4Pm-TDOk/SZ5yCD__PZI/AAAAAAAAAF0/HhcCE1h8FPs/s1600-h/DSC01034-horz.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 150px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_32a4Pm-TDOk/SZ5yCD__PZI/AAAAAAAAAF0/HhcCE1h8FPs/s400/DSC01034-horz.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5304802790848019858" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;ang sm at c cheska.. haha.. i mentioned in my first post that i want to be able to visit all the sm in the philippines.. so far i got, sm north (of course), sm makati, sm manila, sm san lazaro, sm marilao, sm pampangga (my favorite), sm marikina, sm baliwag, sm clark, sm mega mall, sm lipa, sm fairview, sm mall of asia, sm valenzuela.. hope to see more..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_32a4Pm-TDOk/SZ5vB7oqddI/AAAAAAAAAFs/u_595cLh2Xw/s1600-h/araw+at+puno.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_32a4Pm-TDOk/SZ5vB7oqddI/AAAAAAAAAFs/u_595cLh2Xw/s400/araw+at+puno.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5304799490067822034" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;i love taking pictures of the sun, sky and coconut trees.. someday, i want to take a super perfect shot of those three..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_32a4Pm-TDOk/SZ5tn_kOORI/AAAAAAAAAFk/aSpxbfspDpA/s1600-h/item+puti.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_32a4Pm-TDOk/SZ5tn_kOORI/AAAAAAAAAFk/aSpxbfspDpA/s400/item+puti.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5304797944934709522" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;black and white is my favorite effect..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_32a4Pm-TDOk/SZ5ojI84ilI/AAAAAAAAAFc/cxWTIQC1WM0/s1600-h/flowers.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_32a4Pm-TDOk/SZ5ojI84ilI/AAAAAAAAAFc/cxWTIQC1WM0/s400/flowers.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5304792363996580434" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;visited tita sonia's place last december.. while papa and his cousin were talking, i went to their small garden and found out that flowers look prettier closed up..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_32a4Pm-TDOk/SZ5oV2lqoxI/AAAAAAAAAFU/U5K3Im2q15M/s1600-h/happy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_32a4Pm-TDOk/SZ5oV2lqoxI/AAAAAAAAAFU/U5K3Im2q15M/s400/happy.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5304792135729062674" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;cheska and me.. =)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4515805659114590357-5150133588003122527?l=melaii.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://melaii.blogspot.com/feeds/5150133588003122527/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4515805659114590357&amp;postID=5150133588003122527&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4515805659114590357/posts/default/5150133588003122527'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4515805659114590357/posts/default/5150133588003122527'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://melaii.blogspot.com/2009/02/missing-my-phone.html' title='missing my phone'/><author><name>melai</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12339297008857731372</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_32a4Pm-TDOk/SZ5zOAGVBRI/AAAAAAAAAGE/VJU7DGEM1d0/s72-c/DSC00236.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4515805659114590357.post-514681944662536605</id><published>2009-02-19T01:09:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-19T01:41:15.950+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='random shots'/><title type='text'>Cute Car</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_32a4Pm-TDOk/SZxDgeSA2eI/AAAAAAAAAFE/XWDHWRu9FRA/s1600-h/PICT0215.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_32a4Pm-TDOk/SZxDgeSA2eI/AAAAAAAAAFE/XWDHWRu9FRA/s400/PICT0215.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5304188686299093474" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;saw this car while we were in greenhills.. its super cute.. hehe..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;since my phone is still in sony ericson for repair, i'm back at using my old small digicam for taking pictures of random things or scenes that i feel the urge to take a snap at..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4515805659114590357-514681944662536605?l=melaii.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://melaii.blogspot.com/feeds/514681944662536605/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4515805659114590357&amp;postID=514681944662536605&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4515805659114590357/posts/default/514681944662536605'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4515805659114590357/posts/default/514681944662536605'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://melaii.blogspot.com/2009/02/cute-car.html' title='Cute Car'/><author><name>melai</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12339297008857731372</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_32a4Pm-TDOk/SZxDgeSA2eI/AAAAAAAAAFE/XWDHWRu9FRA/s72-c/PICT0215.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4515805659114590357.post-4082928284270351466</id><published>2009-02-18T17:37:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-19T01:41:43.442+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='my blessings'/><title type='text'>lian</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_32a4Pm-TDOk/SZxHYffo0PI/AAAAAAAAAFM/pQYB0dCZcmg/s1600-h/princess.jpg"&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_32a4Pm-TDOk/SZxHYffo0PI/AAAAAAAAAFM/pQYB0dCZcmg/s400/princess.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 102);"&gt;-&lt;/span&gt;cute&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 102);"&gt;-&lt;/span&gt;talented&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 102);"&gt;-&lt;/span&gt;pretty&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 102);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 102);"&gt;-&lt;/span&gt;sweet&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 102);"&gt;-&lt;/span&gt;intelligent&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 102);"&gt;-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4515805659114590357-4082928284270351466?l=melaii.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://melaii.blogspot.com/feeds/4082928284270351466/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4515805659114590357&amp;postID=4082928284270351466&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4515805659114590357/posts/default/4082928284270351466'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4515805659114590357/posts/default/4082928284270351466'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://melaii.blogspot.com/2009/02/lian.html' title='lian'/><author><name>melai</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12339297008857731372</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_32a4Pm-TDOk/SZxHYffo0PI/AAAAAAAAAFM/pQYB0dCZcmg/s72-c/princess.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4515805659114590357.post-8645977175305835956</id><published>2009-02-17T00:54:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-19T01:05:16.608+08:00</updated><title type='text'>LIFE -&gt; CS</title><content type='html'>juat a repost from my old blog..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ang buhay parang program, klangan maisip mo kung anong tamang &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;algo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;para maachieve ung mga &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;specs&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;.. xempre dapat ayos lang din ang &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;time complexity&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; ng napili mong algo, kundi mapag-iiwanan ka..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ang isang pangyayari, pag-uugatan ng iba pang mga susunod na kabanata.. parang &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;binary&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;tree&lt;/span&gt;..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; pero dapat maayos ang mga &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;pointers&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;mo, para kaya mo xang &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;itraverse&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;pabalik at malaman kung anong &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;root&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;ng mga bagay-bagay..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;kapag paulit2 na lang ang mga nangyayari sa buhay mo,&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 255);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;infinite loop&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; na yan.. kelangan mo ng gamitan ng &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;pagttrace at watches&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; yan.. one step at a time lang.. dahan-dahan.. para malaman kung  san may mali.. para malagyan ng tamang &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;value&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; ang mga &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;variables&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; sa buhay mo..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;minsan naman, nagpapanic tayo agad dahil ayaw mangyari ung gusto natin, eh ang simple lang naman pla ng mali.. parang &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;syntax error&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; lang ayaw ng &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;magcompile&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;.. pero wag din masyadong matuwa kung nagcompile na, minsan kc ayaw pa ring gumana non.. kung baga sa buhay, tama naman ung ginagawa mo pero parang kulang pa rin..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;pero hinay2 lang ha, kc pag sumobra ka naman, bka mamaya ma-&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;index-out-of-bounce&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; ka naman.. o kaya naman &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;null pointer assignment&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; at lalo nang hindi nagcompile ang buhay mo..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;meron lang tlgang mga bagay na hindi pwedeng madaliin.. hndi katulad ng isang mp na kayang gawin overnight kasama ng mga frends mo.. tipong kelangan muna ng matinding pagpla2no.. in cs language: mawindang ka muna sa pagddrawing ng &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;UML&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;at &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;ERD&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;.. bago ang totoong execution..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sundin na lang natin lahat ang golden rule sa CS: &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;resist the urge to code&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;.. magplanong mabuti para hndi mahirapang magcompile.. =)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4515805659114590357-8645977175305835956?l=melaii.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://melaii.blogspot.com/feeds/8645977175305835956/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4515805659114590357&amp;postID=8645977175305835956&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4515805659114590357/posts/default/8645977175305835956'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4515805659114590357/posts/default/8645977175305835956'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://melaii.blogspot.com/2009/02/life-cs.html' title='LIFE -&gt; CS'/><author><name>melai</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12339297008857731372</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4515805659114590357.post-8863058145148175582</id><published>2009-02-16T00:07:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-19T00:48:08.370+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='my blessings'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='friends'/><title type='text'>Cai</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_32a4Pm-TDOk/SZwzUjZOgfI/AAAAAAAAAEs/FfIMlkakxr0/s1600-h/DSC01292.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_32a4Pm-TDOk/SZwzUjZOgfI/AAAAAAAAAEs/FfIMlkakxr0/s400/DSC01292.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5304170889327051250" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Cai, i can say is my very first friend in college.. Our friendship started even before the first day of our college life.. We've been exchanging messages in friendster.. and may i just quote&lt;br /&gt;her first message in friendster..  &lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;blockquote style="font-style: italic;"&gt;...wala nga rin akong kilala sa department &lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;                 var curDiv = document.getElementById('ln2');                 curDiv.innerHTML = convert2url(curDiv.innerHTML);                 var links = curDiv.getElementsByTagName('a');                 for(var i = links.length; i &gt;= 0; --i) {                     if(links[i]) links[i].innerHTML = links[i].innerHTML.substr(0,30) + "...";                 }             &lt;/script&gt;&lt;div id="ln3"&gt;natin e!!ikaw palang sa ngayon.&lt;/div&gt; &lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;                 var curDiv = document.getElementById('ln3');                 curDiv.innerHTML = convert2url(curDiv.innerHTML);                 var links = curDiv.getElementsByTagName('a');                 for(var i = links.length; i &gt;= 0; --i) {                     if(links[i]) links[i].innerHTML = links[i].innerHTML.substr(0,30) + "...";                 }             &lt;/script&gt;&lt;div id="ln4"&gt;sana maging friends tayo...as in real friends and&lt;/div&gt; &lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;                 var curDiv = document.getElementById('ln4');                 curDiv.innerHTML = convert2url(curDiv.innerHTML);                 var links = curDiv.getElementsByTagName('a');                 for(var i = links.length; i &gt;= 0; --i) {                     if(links[i]) links[i].innerHTML = links[i].innerHTML.substr(0,30) + "...";                 }             &lt;/script&gt;&lt;div id="ln5"&gt;not just with-wired-communication-only friends!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;blockquote style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;blockquote style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;div id="ln27"&gt;... ang dami kong knukwento no?&lt;/div&gt; &lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;                 var curDiv = document.getElementById('ln27');                 curDiv.innerHTML = convert2url(curDiv.innerHTML);                 var links = curDiv.getElementsByTagName('a');                 for(var i = links.length; i &gt;= 0; --i) {                     if(links[i]) links[i].innerHTML = links[i].innerHTML.substr(0,30) + "...";                 }             &lt;/script&gt;&lt;div id="ln28"&gt;alam mo,kapag nakilala mo ko sa&lt;/div&gt; &lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;                 var curDiv = document.getElementById('ln28');                 curDiv.innerHTML = convert2url(curDiv.innerHTML);                 var links = curDiv.getElementsByTagName('a');                 for(var i = links.length; i &gt;= 0; --i) {                     if(links[i]) links[i].innerHTML = links[i].innerHTML.substr(0,30) + "...";                 }             &lt;/script&gt;&lt;div id="ln29"&gt;personal,mapapraning ka saken kasi sobrang daldal&lt;/div&gt; &lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;                 var curDiv = document.getElementById('ln29');                 curDiv.innerHTML = convert2url(curDiv.innerHTML);                 var links = curDiv.getElementsByTagName('a');                 for(var i = links.length; i &gt;= 0; --i) {                     if(links[i]) links[i].innerHTML = links[i].innerHTML.substr(0,30) + "...";                 }             &lt;/script&gt;&lt;div id="ln30"&gt;ko!!!hehehe!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i don't know if its destiny or what.. but even though i didn't have the same math schedule as they have (which at that time determines what block u belong), we ended up being "blockmates".. and true enough, we became friends.. as in real friends as we wished.. hehe..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;little that they know, cai is the culprit to why i have the nickname "melai" for college.. she's the first one to call me melai.. maybe she got it from my email ad (melai_0287).. and so she thought that was my nickname.. but no, she just got me a new one when she screamed "melai, ako si erica! sa friendster!" during the first day of class..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cai and i have been the closest of friends and we also had a taste of what it is to be "enemies".. yes, i think the fight lasted for a year or so.. for the details of the misunderstanding, i really don't want to remember and up to this day, i think its still not clear as to where and why it started.. haha..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but i guess its true when they say, true friends will remain friends whatever happen.. right now, she's one of the few people i treasure the most and hold closest to my heart..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4515805659114590357-8863058145148175582?l=melaii.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://melaii.blogspot.com/feeds/8863058145148175582/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4515805659114590357&amp;postID=8863058145148175582&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4515805659114590357/posts/default/8863058145148175582'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4515805659114590357/posts/default/8863058145148175582'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://melaii.blogspot.com/2009/02/cai.html' title='Cai'/><author><name>melai</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12339297008857731372</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_32a4Pm-TDOk/SZwzUjZOgfI/AAAAAAAAAEs/FfIMlkakxr0/s72-c/DSC01292.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4515805659114590357.post-13745828913685654</id><published>2009-02-15T01:20:00.009+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-19T00:07:01.839+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='tattles'/><title type='text'>so how did i celebrate my valentines?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_32a4Pm-TDOk/SZwxiynlcqI/AAAAAAAAAEk/2vjmN1MxIs0/s1600-h/sad_and_lonely_by_Sepia_Club1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 173px; height: 207px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_32a4Pm-TDOk/SZwxiynlcqI/AAAAAAAAAEk/2vjmN1MxIs0/s320/sad_and_lonely_by_Sepia_Club1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5304168934908719778" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;alone in the house..&lt;br /&gt;fried bacon for lunch and dinner..&lt;br /&gt;ate alone..&lt;br /&gt;had a date with my laptop..&lt;br /&gt;shed some drops of tears..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;i know it will not be a grand celebration.. i know we'll not be able to celebrate long enough.. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;i just wanted to see at least a little effort from you.. in fact, a simple letter or even one sweet text will do..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4515805659114590357-13745828913685654?l=melaii.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://melaii.blogspot.com/feeds/13745828913685654/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4515805659114590357&amp;postID=13745828913685654&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4515805659114590357/posts/default/13745828913685654'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4515805659114590357/posts/default/13745828913685654'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://melaii.blogspot.com/2009/02/so-how-did-i-celebrate-my-valentines.html' title='so how did i celebrate my valentines?'/><author><name>melai</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12339297008857731372</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_32a4Pm-TDOk/SZwxiynlcqI/AAAAAAAAAEk/2vjmN1MxIs0/s72-c/sad_and_lonely_by_Sepia_Club1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4515805659114590357.post-8387051062159759610</id><published>2009-02-14T00:39:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-15T01:00:34.337+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='trivias'/><title type='text'>valentine's day trivias</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_32a4Pm-TDOk/SZbz7593u4I/AAAAAAAAAEM/Eza7WxwpnRw/s1600-h/valentines-day1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_32a4Pm-TDOk/SZbz7593u4I/AAAAAAAAAEM/Eza7WxwpnRw/s400/valentines-day1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5302693821773495170" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;♥ To My Lady, With Love The first Valentine card known to history was sent by Charles, Duke of Orleans, to his wife in 1415. Charles was surely missing his wife. He was in the Tower of London at the time!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;♥ Amongst the earliest Valentine's Day gifts were candies. The most common were chocolates in heart shaped boxes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;♥ A love knot is a symbol of undying love, as its twisting loops have no beginnings or ends. In olden times, they were made of ribbon or drawn on paper to prove ones eternal love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;♥ In the middle Ages, people believed that the first unmarried person of the opposite sex you met on the morning of St. Valentine's Day would become your spouse.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_32a4Pm-TDOk/SZb1AThtNBI/AAAAAAAAAEU/PLgrNG7ahDs/s1600-h/happy_valentines_day.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 331px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_32a4Pm-TDOk/SZb1AThtNBI/AAAAAAAAAEU/PLgrNG7ahDs/s400/happy_valentines_day.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5302694996865790994" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;♥ Teachers receive the most Valentine's Day cards, followed by children, mothers, wives, and then, sweethearts. Children between ages 6 to 10 exchange more than 650 million Valentine's cards with teachers, classmates, and family members.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;♥ Wearing a wedding ring on the fourth finger of the left hand dates back to ancient Egypt, where it was believed that the vein of love ran from this finger directly to the heart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;♥ Alexander Graham Bell applied for his patent on the telephone, an "Improvement in Telegraphy", on Valentine's Day, 1876.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;♥ The most beautiful and incredible gift of love is the monument Taj Mahal in India. Built by Mughal Emperor Shahjahan as a memorial to his wife it stands as the emblem of the eternal love story. Work on the Taj Mahal began in 1634 and continued for almost 22 years and required the labor of 20,000 workers from all over India and Central Asia.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_32a4Pm-TDOk/SZb2K0mIEWI/AAAAAAAAAEc/9IrxLzN_iSo/s1600-h/valentines-day.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 176px; height: 200px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_32a4Pm-TDOk/SZb2K0mIEWI/AAAAAAAAAEc/9IrxLzN_iSo/s200/valentines-day.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5302696277053018466" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 102, 102);font-family:georgia;" &gt;happy valentine's day everyone!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4515805659114590357-8387051062159759610?l=melaii.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://melaii.blogspot.com/feeds/8387051062159759610/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4515805659114590357&amp;postID=8387051062159759610&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4515805659114590357/posts/default/8387051062159759610'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4515805659114590357/posts/default/8387051062159759610'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://melaii.blogspot.com/2009/02/valentines-day-trivias.html' title='valentine&apos;s day trivias'/><author><name>melai</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12339297008857731372</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_32a4Pm-TDOk/SZbz7593u4I/AAAAAAAAAEM/Eza7WxwpnRw/s72-c/valentines-day1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4515805659114590357.post-3534526895217123291</id><published>2009-02-12T19:35:00.015+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-19T00:45:13.464+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='my blessings'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='friends'/><title type='text'>Malen</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_32a4Pm-TDOk/SZQK338Zt3I/AAAAAAAAADI/pEhAux6Xo6Y/s1600-h/1_538639598l.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_32a4Pm-TDOk/SZQK338Zt3I/AAAAAAAAADI/pEhAux6Xo6Y/s400/1_538639598l.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5301874616348292978" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_32a4Pm-TDOk/SZQKgmsAvyI/AAAAAAAAADA/UnPTTlP69Ik/s1600-h/1_965558431l.jpg"&gt; &lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We've met du&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_32a4Pm-TDOk/SZQRaNZP4wI/AAAAAAAAADg/atY8us2asjI/s1600-h/DSC00065.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_32a4Pm-TDOk/SZQRaNZP4wI/AAAAAAAAADg/atY8us2asjI/s200/DSC00065.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5301881803291747074" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;ring our first year in college.. We've been through a lot of things together, saw our love life changed, seen the best and the worst of each other, shared happy moments, wiped tears, learned from each other and grow with each other..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Birds of the same feather flock together? or Opposites attract?  i really don't know.. we shared a lot of things in common but we're also different in a number of ways.. She's very sporty, i'm the girly girly one.. She hates kakanin, I can eat a whole bilao of it.. She's learning how to cook, I can only fry.. she hates dancing, i can spend the night doing just &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_32a4Pm-TDOk/SZQQ3myDHlI/AAAAAAAAADY/CBg9CPqagCI/s1600-h/23082007097.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_32a4Pm-TDOk/SZQQ3myDHlI/AAAAAAAAADY/CBg9CPqagCI/s200/23082007097.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5301881208811232850" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;that.. but we both love to eat, shop for clothes, coffee, mang-okray, magrelax and according to her, we practically think the same for about three quarters of everything..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_32a4Pm-TDOk/SZQSVeJI31I/AAAAAAAAADo/g5USyxRBCLU/s1600-h/IMG-1455.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_32a4Pm-TDOk/SZQSVeJI31I/AAAAAAAAADo/g5USyxRBCLU/s400/IMG-1455.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5301882821399863122" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our friendship has gone a long way (even literally)..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;i love you sis!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4515805659114590357-3534526895217123291?l=melaii.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://melaii.blogspot.com/feeds/3534526895217123291/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4515805659114590357&amp;postID=3534526895217123291&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4515805659114590357/posts/default/3534526895217123291'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4515805659114590357/posts/default/3534526895217123291'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://melaii.blogspot.com/2009/02/people-in-my-life-malen.html' title='Malen'/><author><name>melai</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12339297008857731372</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_32a4Pm-TDOk/SZQK338Zt3I/AAAAAAAAADI/pEhAux6Xo6Y/s72-c/1_538639598l.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4515805659114590357.post-6105002667148936680</id><published>2009-02-10T17:59:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-19T00:47:10.604+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='my blessings'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='family'/><title type='text'>Unica Hija</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_32a4Pm-TDOk/SZP99jW8sdI/AAAAAAAAACo/5XK7FpqG3do/s1600-h/DSC01869.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_32a4Pm-TDOk/SZP99jW8sdI/AAAAAAAAACo/5XK7FpqG3do/s400/DSC01869.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5301860420250546642" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm the only girl in my family but never in my life (as far as i can remember) that i ha wished for a sister.. i'm really happy to be the unica hija.. hehe.. i remember when i was a little child, there's only one way to make me cry, and that's to joke me about having a little sister..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;although i didn't get to have a sister (thank God), my brothers are more than enough to make me feel complete and happy.. i must say that their characters are completely opposite.. but i love them just as much..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_32a4Pm-TDOk/SZP1avK6eeI/AAAAAAAAACA/3zYa9xp0x_4/s1600-h/DSC01863.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 263px; height: 197px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_32a4Pm-TDOk/SZP1avK6eeI/AAAAAAAAACA/3zYa9xp0x_4/s320/DSC01863.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5301851026032851426" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;KUYA is the perfect kuya in the whole wide world.. ok, if you say that nobody is perfect, then he's next to being perfect.. my friends sometimes get envy because i have a kuya like him.. he's sometimes masungit, but he's very kind and generous..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mama told me that when i was less than one year old, i cried.. kuya (less than 2yo) went to me and tried to give me the milk he's drinking, just to stop me from crying.. until now, i'm still touched everytime i remember that story..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_32a4Pm-TDOk/SZP41bGZHjI/AAAAAAAAACI/imFgLSrls0o/s1600-h/DSC01879.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 267px; height: 200px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_32a4Pm-TDOk/SZP41bGZHjI/AAAAAAAAACI/imFgLSrls0o/s320/DSC01879.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5301854783036530226" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Adrian here is my little brother, but he's always mistaken as my kuya..  he's the wacky one, he never fails to make me laugh..  He may always joke around but he can get very protective sometimes.. hehe.. he's also very malambing.. he has that special charm that words cannot explain..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My tears fell while i was watching the surprise video for my debut, right when I heard him say that I'm the best ate.. =)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4515805659114590357-6105002667148936680?l=melaii.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://melaii.blogspot.com/feeds/6105002667148936680/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4515805659114590357&amp;postID=6105002667148936680&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4515805659114590357/posts/default/6105002667148936680'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4515805659114590357/posts/default/6105002667148936680'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://melaii.blogspot.com/2009/02/people-in-my-life-my-brothers.html' title='Unica Hija'/><author><name>melai</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12339297008857731372</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_32a4Pm-TDOk/SZP99jW8sdI/AAAAAAAAACo/5XK7FpqG3do/s72-c/DSC01869.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4515805659114590357.post-2993408818549533075</id><published>2009-02-08T02:03:00.009+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-08T18:33:28.299+08:00</updated><title type='text'>25 Random Things About Melai</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Because my ever dearest sister &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="font-style: italic;" href="http://malenskie.blogspot.com/"&gt;malen&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; tagged me, I'm starting a new blog to have a place to respond to her tag.. (see sis, that's how much i love you.. hehe)..&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Also, i think there are many experiences happening in my life that afte&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;r a few years from now, i want to read back my posts and remember how i felt/thought then..&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;So what better way to start a new blog than to w&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;rite 25 things about myself..&lt;/span&gt; &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_32a4Pm-TDOk/SY5tVnLHcxI/AAAAAAAAAA0/J3skxw7D8jA/s1600-h/DSC00753.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 136px; height: 102px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_32a4Pm-TDOk/SY5tVnLHcxI/AAAAAAAAAA0/J3skxw7D8jA/s200/DSC00753.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5300294029521941266" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1♣ my nicknames: for family-&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;aile&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;en&lt;/span&gt;, for hs friends-&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;melissa&lt;/span&gt;, for college friends-&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;melai.  &lt;/span&gt;i'm actually thinking if i'll develop a new nickname for work&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2♣  my family and closest friends are my strength and at the same time my weakness.. i couldn't think of anything that i won't be able to do for them&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_32a4Pm-TDOk/SY3P1-AZTxI/AAAAAAAAAAc/9aIsg4f32A0/s1600-h/DSC01868.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 130px; height: 98px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_32a4Pm-TDOk/SY3P1-AZTxI/AAAAAAAAAAc/9aIsg4f32A0/s200/DSC01868.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5300120862569615122" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3♣ i'm spoiled by my older brother and i spoil my younger brother.. fair enough..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4♣ i love my collection of dangling earrings.. though i don't wear them often nowadays..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5♣  i'm gaining weight right now and i hate myself for not being able to overcome food temptations..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_32a4Pm-TDOk/SY3fR2fE-gI/AAAAAAAAAAs/eLuPODLlNNU/s1600-h/icecream.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 117px; height: 77px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_32a4Pm-TDOk/SY3fR2fE-gI/AAAAAAAAAAs/eLuPODLlNNU/s200/icecream.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5300137834261576194" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6♣ i can even eat a half gallon of ice cream, straight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7♣ i have a weird collection of things i tried but can't keep on using.. when i was in grade2, i beg papa to buy me an organ.. when i finished grade school, he bought me another one.. then during highschool,  i literally cried for a guitar..  used it for one year then i stopped just because long nails and playing guitars don't match..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_32a4Pm-TDOk/SY5t21TP_QI/AAAAAAAAAA8/th3JfsxAfRE/s1600-h/stationary-bike-400.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 107px; height: 127px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_32a4Pm-TDOk/SY5t21TP_QI/AAAAAAAAAA8/th3JfsxAfRE/s200/stationary-bike-400.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5300294600249834754" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8♣ lately, i just realized that i'm on my way to being able to open my own gym.. when i first realize that im gaining weight, i asked papa to buy me an abs sculptor, it was so hard to use that i stop using it after one week.. next to that, i again gave exercise another shot by having a threadmill.. for this one, i blame acads for not being able to use it often.. and finally, last december, me and kuya asked a stationary bike for Christmas.. this latest addition to my "collection" is my personal favorite (for now)..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9♣ i used to have my star collection.. talk about my room filled with glow in the dark stars..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10♣ if i will have a chance to study another course, i will definitely study bs psychology.. i want to know why things are happening and why people are reacting in different ways..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11♣ i reward myself after a hell week or whenever i think i've achieved something&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_32a4Pm-TDOk/SY5xJRuVIiI/AAAAAAAAABE/H43CasS0WeY/s1600-h/smile011.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 72px; height: 87px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_32a4Pm-TDOk/SY5xJRuVIiI/AAAAAAAAABE/H43CasS0WeY/s200/smile011.gif" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5300298215652139554" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12♣ i believe that happiness is the key to success.. you need to be happy in what you're doing to achieve great results.. smiling makes everything at least a little better..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13♣ when it comes to acads, i can be soooo masipag but also soooo tamad.. depends on the subject and sometime on the prof..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;14♣ sir quiwa taught me to study hard.. to study reeally hard.. also he taught us the most important rule in programming "resist the urge to code"..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;15♣ i miss wearing skirts and shorts..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;16♣ i actually hate the question "can you tell me more about yourself"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;17♣ i never had a relationship that lasted for just less than a year.. its always, one year and n months..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;18♣ i can't live without my cellphone     &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_32a4Pm-TDOk/SY50fngbZzI/AAAAAAAAABU/LMMKLHoE1dI/s1600-h/gpd_47626_26_0_4000.png"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 123px; height: 58px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_32a4Pm-TDOk/SY50fngbZzI/AAAAAAAAABU/LMMKLHoE1dI/s200/gpd_47626_26_0_4000.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5300301897991415602" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;19♣ i want to learn more about photography.. taking pictures is one way of relaxation for me..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;20♣ weird as it may sound, i want to visit all the sm in the philippines.. haha..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;21♣ i hate wasting my time.. i hate waiting especially if i have more important things to do..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;22♣ i dream of becoming sooo rich that i can retire by the age of 40 and travel to different countries..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;23♣ my clothes can be sorted out in just 5 colors: blue, pink, green, black and white&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;24♣ melai had a hard time thinking about 25 random things about herself&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;25♣ there are only.. hmmm.. maybe 5 persons that know me completely.. without secrets and pretentions..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4515805659114590357-2993408818549533075?l=melaii.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://melaii.blogspot.com/feeds/2993408818549533075/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4515805659114590357&amp;postID=2993408818549533075&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4515805659114590357/posts/default/2993408818549533075'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4515805659114590357/posts/default/2993408818549533075'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://melaii.blogspot.com/2009/02/25-random-things-about-melai.html' title='25 Random Things About Melai'/><author><name>melai</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12339297008857731372</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_32a4Pm-TDOk/SY5tVnLHcxI/AAAAAAAAAA0/J3skxw7D8jA/s72-c/DSC00753.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
