<?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-13235022</id><updated>2011-04-21T17:38:40.046-05:00</updated><title type='text'>pretty princess</title><subtitle type='html'>life is crazy and beautiful..its a just matter of how we see things =)</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wherearemyhavaianas.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13235022/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wherearemyhavaianas.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13235022/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>crazy/beautiful</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10595126237064908592</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i7.photobucket.com/albums/y293/wherearemyhavaianas/jonys.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>130</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13235022.post-115605790678966061</id><published>2006-08-20T02:06:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-08-20T02:11:46.816-05:00</updated><title type='text'>i missed you</title><content type='html'>i actually thought i lost my access to my blogger. stupidity strikes. i forgot what my username is. anyway, i don't really know what to say...im just overwhelmed about being able to log back in!! thank goodness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i do have a blog at multiply and i am just as confused where to post..lemme think.i'll get back!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13235022-115605790678966061?l=wherearemyhavaianas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wherearemyhavaianas.blogspot.com/feeds/115605790678966061/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13235022&amp;postID=115605790678966061&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13235022/posts/default/115605790678966061'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13235022/posts/default/115605790678966061'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wherearemyhavaianas.blogspot.com/2006/08/i-missed-you.html' title='i missed you'/><author><name>crazy/beautiful</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10595126237064908592</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i7.photobucket.com/albums/y293/wherearemyhavaianas/jonys.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13235022.post-113657369084433451</id><published>2006-01-06T13:26:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-01-06T13:54:50.903-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>The last post I made was about what i miss most right now..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I forgot to add up the clubbing scene in downtown T.O. at ang pagiging tanggero ni ryan and may which made everybody drunk bago pa mag 12 nung new years eve.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I gotta make most of my so called vacation here in the P.I. meaning i gotta get rid of this fucking jet lag. i am up when everybodyelse are at dreamland. just right, eh..cause i applied in call centers..i know..but then i need money badly. i am in debt! half million pesos..somebody give me a loan. i'll pay it back..i got an entire lifetime or maybe yours..haha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I miss living in Canada.I actually love my life there. Its hard but its better. I think im such a masochist i guess. Foot prints ko ata ang unang una every morning sa street namin. I get out at 530 am..sa Canada wala kong kotse..wala kong condo unit. .wala ring magulang na mag bbail out sayo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I kinda miss the people I went out with..infairness to them, aba galante..hindi ako gumastos ever..buffet at niagara, movies, tim hortons (fuck i miss this so much! pag sundo nila sa YYZ tapat may timmies agad!), at kung ano ano pa. I ended up siguro with one of them kung hindi lang ako umuwi..oh well..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My mom told me to marry a Filipino guy para makapunta sila sa Canada. Usually ang mga puti they are very concerned with their privacy and ang considered family eh asawa at anak..I dunno..I dont really prefer Filipinoes. I had enough of them..haha! Siguro Filipino na Canadian born pwede pa..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In a few months balik Canada na naman ako..actually I might hit New York first or maybe spend a weekend at Detroit. Grabe ang dami na talagang nangyare sakin sa Canada (what happens in Canada stays in Canada!) lalo na yung Gangsta's Paradise..one of the memorable moments..Sayang hindi captured lahat on pen and paper ir film..si Mommy kasi ayaw padala yung Starbucks planner ko..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Speaking of Starbucks planner, sana may magbigay sakin..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Adjusting is kinda difficult..Halos matuyo ata yung dugo ko pag nag ddrive ako..bat kasi walang all way dito..o kaya naman may all way nga sa marikina wala namang sumusunod..ano kaya yun!!!  Too much politics kasi at under the table kaya walang nangyayare sa Pinas. jet lag like what i said..at yung traffic and pollution.. Oo nag ttraffic din naman sa 403 at sa burnhamthorpe pero kakaiba dito..kala mo boxing day sa square one..pero enjoy ang shopping ah..nag greenhills kami at you can see foreigners flocking the place..kaso like Kuya Joel parang nakaka shock bumili kasi the digits are so big. unlike in Canada na its okay to give out 2 dollars..dito parang pag 70 plus na eh parang mahal.i always say dollars pa nga instead of pesos. I try to control my Canadian eh and greeting strangers cause I know it freaks them out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tulad nalang kahapon sa SYKES..I said how are you sa receptionist aba dead ma! Courtesy naman! nasa front desk ka pa naman!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Holy shit its almost 3 am...I also feel hungry (oo na baboy na ko..!)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13235022-113657369084433451?l=wherearemyhavaianas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wherearemyhavaianas.blogspot.com/feeds/113657369084433451/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13235022&amp;postID=113657369084433451&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13235022/posts/default/113657369084433451'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13235022/posts/default/113657369084433451'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wherearemyhavaianas.blogspot.com/2006/01/last-post-i-made-was-about-what-i-miss.html' title=''/><author><name>crazy/beautiful</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10595126237064908592</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i7.photobucket.com/albums/y293/wherearemyhavaianas/jonys.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13235022.post-113657186629780077</id><published>2006-01-06T13:13:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-01-06T13:24:26.346-05:00</updated><title type='text'>miss ko na..</title><content type='html'>1. ang steak sa applebee's (salamat mike sa pang-iingit!)&lt;br /&gt;2. pumasok ng naka scrub..pati narin classmates ko..&lt;br /&gt;3. mag jay run para abutan ang bus&lt;br /&gt;4. kakwentuhan ang jamaican friend ko sa bus&lt;br /&gt;5. manood ng telenovela sa basement at matulog&lt;br /&gt;6. suprisingly, umapak sa snow at ang lamig ng winter (kahit hate na hate ko)&lt;br /&gt;7. pag dial sa number ni tita mitz kahit hindi nya sinasagot&lt;br /&gt;8. ang pagsagot ng sudoku puzzles sa toronto star&lt;br /&gt;9. ang gabi gabi naming cell babad ni mark&lt;br /&gt;10. ang friday night kainan sa bahay nila nanay&lt;br /&gt;11. ang pag seat belt kay aaronne sa van&lt;br /&gt;12. ang dinner time with kuya joel&lt;br /&gt;13. one liner hirit ni tito nick&lt;br /&gt;14. ang mga pangaral ni nanay sa pagsuot ng winter jacket&lt;br /&gt;15. si gia na mana sa kin&lt;br /&gt;16. ang shopping galore sa winners&lt;br /&gt;17. ang pag sswimming sa south common&lt;br /&gt;18. session sa front deck o sa garage kahit negative ang wind chill&lt;br /&gt;19. iyakan blues tuwing maalaala&lt;br /&gt;20. karaoke (top ako!) at mga party lalo na ang mga surprise&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SHIT!! miss ko na ang mississauga!!! =(&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13235022-113657186629780077?l=wherearemyhavaianas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wherearemyhavaianas.blogspot.com/feeds/113657186629780077/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13235022&amp;postID=113657186629780077&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13235022/posts/default/113657186629780077'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13235022/posts/default/113657186629780077'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wherearemyhavaianas.blogspot.com/2006/01/miss-ko-na.html' title='miss ko na..'/><author><name>crazy/beautiful</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10595126237064908592</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i7.photobucket.com/albums/y293/wherearemyhavaianas/jonys.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13235022.post-113507720876908741</id><published>2005-12-20T06:12:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-12-20T06:13:28.790-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i wanna go back to P.I.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i wanna live here in canada...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i wanna see NY...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;decisions..decisions..decisions...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DANG!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13235022-113507720876908741?l=wherearemyhavaianas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wherearemyhavaianas.blogspot.com/feeds/113507720876908741/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13235022&amp;postID=113507720876908741&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13235022/posts/default/113507720876908741'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13235022/posts/default/113507720876908741'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wherearemyhavaianas.blogspot.com/2005/12/i-wanna-go-back-to-p.html' title=''/><author><name>crazy/beautiful</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10595126237064908592</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i7.photobucket.com/albums/y293/wherearemyhavaianas/jonys.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13235022.post-113424251254330184</id><published>2005-12-10T14:10:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-12-10T14:21:52.560-05:00</updated><title type='text'>after awhile</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;BUHAY CANADA&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HINDI madali. minsan iniisip ko kung ano ba ginagawa ko dito? pakshet ang hirap ng pera..laging gipit...nagpapahirap ako (kung alam nyo lang...) samantalang masagana naman buhay namin sa Pinas pero dahil nakapag invest narin ako ng libo libo dito eh ituloy nalang ang sakripisyo. Hindi ako spoiled brat. Mahirap lang talaga. Hindi ko ugali yung sumusuko agad. Laban kung laban.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;CAWTHRA GARDENS&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nag start na yung placement namin. 1st nasa heavy floor ako tapos nalipat ako sa Willow way kung saan andon yung may mga mental health problems..yung mga may Dementia, Alzheimer's, Parkinson at kung ano ano pa..yun bang pag kinausap mo eh loose thread..mga nasa twilight zone o kaya naman ulyanin ba.. Nagulat ako na may mag asawang Pinoy sa nursing home. Naniniwala parin ako na kung nakaya ng magulang alagaan ka eh you should always return the favor no matter how hard it is..aba sino ba nagsabi na madali mag anak tapos mag alaga lang ng magulang. pde naman mag hire ng private nurse pero yung ilagay sila sa isang institution eh ibang usapan na. naiyak nga ko kahapon kasi last day ko..naawa ako kasi hindi ko na sila maaalagaan lalo na si nanay at tatay. si nanay pa naman hindi na makapag salita ng english. ang dami pang pasa sa mukha dahil lagi siguro nahuhulog. the residents i cared for no matter how demented they are responded to me like they are perfectly normal when i said na im gonna miss them na mag ingat sila at nag hug pa sila sakin which made me shed more tears. hay...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;SNOW&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lintian! ayoko na ng snow. marami na kong close encounter sa dulas. utang na loob sana lagyan ng asin!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ANO PA BA?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wala magaling na ko mag bus..mula mississauga hanggang oakville. lintek tumatakbo ko sa snow para maabutan ang bus na 1 minute lang ang pagitan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ah kung gusto nyo pala makita yung mga pictures...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://wherearemyhavaianas.multiply.com"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Http://wherearemyhavaianas.multiply.com&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13235022-113424251254330184?l=wherearemyhavaianas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wherearemyhavaianas.blogspot.com/feeds/113424251254330184/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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src='http://i7.photobucket.com/albums/y293/wherearemyhavaianas/jonys.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13235022.post-113409083935776739</id><published>2005-12-08T20:13:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2005-12-08T20:13:59.366-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;P&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/P&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;P&gt;&lt;FONT color=#000099 size=5&gt;SNOW!!!!!&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/P&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;P&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/P&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;P&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;IMG alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" src="http://i7.photobucket.com/albums/y293/wherearemyhavaianas/wyt.jpg"&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;IMG alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" src="http://i7.photobucket.com/albums/y293/wherearemyhavaianas/yey.jpg"&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;IMG alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" src="http://i7.photobucket.com/albums/y293/wherearemyhavaianas/snowman.jpg"&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;IMG alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" src="http://i7.photobucket.com/albums/y293/wherearemyhavaianas/snowtime.jpg"&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;IMG alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" src="http://i7.photobucket.com/albums/y293/wherearemyhavaianas/letitsnow.jpg"&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;/P&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13235022-113409083935776739?l=wherearemyhavaianas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wherearemyhavaianas.blogspot.com/feeds/113409083935776739/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13235022&amp;postID=113409083935776739&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13235022/posts/default/113409083935776739'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13235022/posts/default/113409083935776739'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wherearemyhavaianas.blogspot.com/2005/12/blog-post.html' title=''/><author><name>crazy/beautiful</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10595126237064908592</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i7.photobucket.com/albums/y293/wherearemyhavaianas/jonys.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13235022.post-113409080543487255</id><published>2005-12-08T20:13:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-12-08T20:13:25.440-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;BR&gt;&lt;IMG alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" src="http://i7.photobucket.com/albums/y293/wherearemyhavaianas/962648b1.jpg"&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&amp;nbsp; ang kulit ni tomi...as always...&lt;BR&gt;&lt;IMG alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" src="http://i7.photobucket.com/albums/y293/wherearemyhavaianas/97cd975a.jpg"&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13235022-113409080543487255?l=wherearemyhavaianas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wherearemyhavaianas.blogspot.com/feeds/113409080543487255/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13235022&amp;postID=113409080543487255&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13235022/posts/default/113409080543487255'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13235022/posts/default/113409080543487255'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wherearemyhavaianas.blogspot.com/2005/12/ang-kulit-ni-tomi.html' title=''/><author><name>crazy/beautiful</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10595126237064908592</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i7.photobucket.com/albums/y293/wherearemyhavaianas/jonys.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13235022.post-113409066332298172</id><published>2005-12-08T20:11:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-12-08T20:11:03.326-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;P&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/P&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;P&gt;Buhay Canuck : Ang mga party&lt;/P&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;P&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;IMG alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" src="http://i7.photobucket.com/albums/y293/wherearemyhavaianas/Picture004.jpg"&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;IMG alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" src="http://i7.photobucket.com/albums/y293/wherearemyhavaianas/cousins.jpg"&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;IMG alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" src="http://i7.photobucket.com/albums/y293/wherearemyhavaianas/pinsangroup.jpg"&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;IMG alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" src="http://i7.photobucket.com/albums/y293/wherearemyhavaianas/atejingmickgia.jpg"&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;/P&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13235022-113409066332298172?l=wherearemyhavaianas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wherearemyhavaianas.blogspot.com/feeds/113409066332298172/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13235022&amp;postID=113409066332298172&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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src="http://i7.photobucket.com/albums/y293/wherearemyhavaianas/thisclose.jpg"&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;IMG alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" src="http://i7.photobucket.com/albums/y293/wherearemyhavaianas/angpuge.jpg"&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;IMG alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" src="http://i7.photobucket.com/albums/y293/wherearemyhavaianas/clubbing1.jpg"&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;IMG alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" src="http://i7.photobucket.com/albums/y293/wherearemyhavaianas/oonaangtabako.jpg"&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;IMG alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" src="http://i7.photobucket.com/albums/y293/wherearemyhavaianas/thebash.jpg"&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;IMG alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" src="http://i7.photobucket.com/albums/y293/wherearemyhavaianas/sherobeetowers.jpg"&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;IMG alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" src="http://i7.photobucket.com/albums/y293/wherearemyhavaianas/sideaconcert.jpg"&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;IMG alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" src="http://i7.photobucket.com/albums/y293/wherearemyhavaianas/camilleajnmoi.jpg"&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;IMG alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" src="http://i7.photobucket.com/albums/y293/wherearemyhavaianas/sideATO.jpg"&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;IMG alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" src="http://i7.photobucket.com/albums/y293/wherearemyhavaianas/thechubbygirls.jpg"&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;IMG alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" src="http://i7.photobucket.com/albums/y293/wherearemyhavaianas/mahghettofriend.jpg"&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;IMG alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" src="http://i7.photobucket.com/albums/y293/wherearemyhavaianas/atdistrictnightclub.jpg"&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13235022-113409049212683340?l=wherearemyhavaianas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' 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src='http://i7.photobucket.com/albums/y293/wherearemyhavaianas/jonys.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13235022.post-113285734665878289</id><published>2005-11-24T13:31:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-11-24T13:35:46.683-05:00</updated><title type='text'>wala lang..</title><content type='html'>its snowing and i hate it..okay lang mag snow sa gabi pag nasa loob ng bahay pero yung habang nag lalakad..eww..tapos nagiging burak pa pagtagal..what an awful sight! anyway, nag linis kami ng kotse kanina kasi it was all covered with snow. nagpa flu shot din ako kanina..ang tamad ko talaga..absent na naman ako..sa week end magkikita na kami ng kababata ko na si joy from ottawa..clubbing kami sa t.o. =) yeppers! sa monday start narin ng clinical namin at cawthra gardens at flip ang instructor namin..mukhang may attitude..hehe! malapit na ang christmas..patapos na ang november..hay..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13235022-113285734665878289?l=wherearemyhavaianas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wherearemyhavaianas.blogspot.com/feeds/113285734665878289/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13235022&amp;postID=113285734665878289&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13235022/posts/default/113285734665878289'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13235022/posts/default/113285734665878289'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wherearemyhavaianas.blogspot.com/2005/11/wala-lang.html' title='wala lang..'/><author><name>crazy/beautiful</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10595126237064908592</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i7.photobucket.com/albums/y293/wherearemyhavaianas/jonys.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13235022.post-113233946444439718</id><published>2005-11-18T13:35:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-11-18T13:44:24.476-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>topak ang internet sa bahay kaya eto limited na ang post ko.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;para kong sira ulong bata kahapon nung lumakas ang flurries at naging white ang kapaligiran..hudyat na paparating na ang snow. masarap yung lamig..parang 10 times ng baguio..nag nnegative ba naman samahan mo pa ng negative 8 na wind chill. halos mamula na yung kamay ko nung naglalakad ako kagabi kasi naman late na naman ako nagising (wala na ngang ligo-kaparehas ko na tuloy mga tao dito na hindi naliligo sa umaga) kaya hindi ko na nahanap yung bago kong gloves..kala ko nga nawala ko na.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nag ice skating pala kami ni gia nung sunday..parang manas yung paa ko after kasi naman medyo 2 fingers big yung hockey skates ko..palpak na naman sa pag bili.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yung camera ko na upload ko na mga pics sa bahay..wala namang internet so badtrip..wala rin!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;may sakit pala ko buong linggo pero eto nakatayo parin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;malas ata talaga ko kasi nag chip yung ngipin ko..hay mukhang destined talaga ko sa dental office..kelangan ko pa mag pa hepa booster...sana yun lang.. diyos ko..dapat every 10 years ang hepa booster aba..napabayaan na ata ako kasi 15 years na ko walang immunization sa hepa..ayos!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;kaya mga taong nakakabasa nito..aba mag pa vaccine na kayo lalo na yung flu shot..ang hirap magkasakit..ngongo na nga ko eh..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hay..next week pala magkikita na kami ni joy. ipapasyal namin sya ni marky boy sa downtown TO..hehe! excited na si joijoi!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway, nakakabagot dito..yung mga taga pinas..text nyo naman ako.. +016478865133&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13235022-113233946444439718?l=wherearemyhavaianas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wherearemyhavaianas.blogspot.com/feeds/113233946444439718/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13235022&amp;postID=113233946444439718&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13235022/posts/default/113233946444439718'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13235022/posts/default/113233946444439718'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wherearemyhavaianas.blogspot.com/2005/11/topak-ang-internet-sa-bahay-kaya-eto.html' title=''/><author><name>crazy/beautiful</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10595126237064908592</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i7.photobucket.com/albums/y293/wherearemyhavaianas/jonys.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13235022.post-113164633805741031</id><published>2005-11-10T13:11:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-11-10T13:12:18.073-05:00</updated><title type='text'>let it snow...</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;snow is coming!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nag snow na kanina pero small flakes palang...im soo excited thats why i always bring my digicam with me..hehe!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13235022-113164633805741031?l=wherearemyhavaianas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wherearemyhavaianas.blogspot.com/feeds/113164633805741031/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13235022&amp;postID=113164633805741031&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13235022/posts/default/113164633805741031'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13235022/posts/default/113164633805741031'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wherearemyhavaianas.blogspot.com/2005/11/let-it-snow.html' title='let it snow...'/><author><name>crazy/beautiful</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10595126237064908592</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i7.photobucket.com/albums/y293/wherearemyhavaianas/jonys.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13235022.post-113128212173494436</id><published>2005-11-06T07:50:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-11-06T08:02:01.760-05:00</updated><title type='text'>shopaholic:the come back 2</title><content type='html'>maybe its really like that..you will never ever let go of the things that you value and you'll continue to search for it..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i bought &lt;strong&gt;hockey skates&lt;/strong&gt; yesterday. bakit? wala lang..trip ko eh. HS days i really wanted to buy one pero i know na hindi ako bibilhan kasi mahal naman kasi yan sa pilipinas..pero here in Canada wherein lahat ng tao may buying power na isang linggo o araw na sweldo eh makakabili ka samantalang sa Pilipinas sakto lang sa pang araw araw mo ang isang buwan na sweldo..walang room for other material things.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;digital camera&lt;/strong&gt;..yan ang susunod na bibilhin ko..may pera na nga akong nakatabi..aba wala pa kong picture dito sa canada so i might as well buy before mag winter..para may picture kami pag nag tobogany kami.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;project ko for christmas naman is &lt;strong&gt;ipod nano&lt;/strong&gt;.. ewan ko lang ha..tapos ipon ng pera para pag umuwi ng pinas papabili ng &lt;strong&gt;sony ericsson p910&lt;/strong&gt;..whoa! next summer sinabi ko sa sarili ko na magkakaroon ako non. hehe! wala lang..bakit ba ang hirap magtrabaho ah!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13235022-113128212173494436?l=wherearemyhavaianas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wherearemyhavaianas.blogspot.com/feeds/113128212173494436/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13235022&amp;postID=113128212173494436&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13235022/posts/default/113128212173494436'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13235022/posts/default/113128212173494436'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wherearemyhavaianas.blogspot.com/2005/11/shopaholicthe-come-back-2.html' title='shopaholic:the come back 2'/><author><name>crazy/beautiful</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10595126237064908592</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i7.photobucket.com/albums/y293/wherearemyhavaianas/jonys.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13235022.post-113076778871277614</id><published>2005-10-31T09:04:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-10-31T09:09:48.730-05:00</updated><title type='text'>happy halloween</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;we went to Delta Hotel yesterday and had our lunch. Super sarap..dapat lang kasi mahal yung buffet..and i had my face and arm painted for halloween. absent nga ko ngayon kasi alanganamang pumasok ako with paint on my face. today is my first trick or treat..kahapon first time ko rin magpa facepaint..feeling ko andami kong namiss growing up..sabi nga ni kuya joel, lahat ng namiss out mo ibabawi mo nalang sa anak mo..so true...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;4 years from now, uuwi sila Nono Edmund sa Manila..i'm 27 na at that time.sabi ko sana may asawa na ko nun..sana nga ibigay ni Lord...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;Anyway, Happy Halloween everybody!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13235022-113076778871277614?l=wherearemyhavaianas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wherearemyhavaianas.blogspot.com/feeds/113076778871277614/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13235022&amp;postID=113076778871277614&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13235022/posts/default/113076778871277614'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13235022/posts/default/113076778871277614'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wherearemyhavaianas.blogspot.com/2005/10/happy-halloween.html' title='happy halloween'/><author><name>crazy/beautiful</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10595126237064908592</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i7.photobucket.com/albums/y293/wherearemyhavaianas/jonys.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13235022.post-113067910086301062</id><published>2005-10-30T08:15:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-10-30T08:31:40.896-05:00</updated><title type='text'>karaoke master</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;fabuloso!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;we went to Ate May's house yesterday and Kathy was there. It was all good. no tension whatsoever. Its all in the past now. We had karaoke too and ofcourse..i got the top score..a 99% for 2 songs. Kuya Joel was able to get a 99 too after a couple rounds so technically i am still the defending champion..haha! Filipinos really love karaoke, eh? almost every house got one. I don't really care if I don't sing well..I am just in a house, its not like I went to American Idol like that Chinese guy. Everythings just for fun. The crowd is not as fun like when we had Karaoke last Thanksgiving when everybody was acting crazy and dancing the night away. Hay..bigla ko atuloy naalala ang Millionaires KTV especially pag kumakanta na si fernie in his mala grover voice..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;anyhoo, before going to the party, we went to Heartland. I bought a top from Guess again. I liked a jacket from Guess so Kuya Joel bought it for me for Christmas. It was white and it was nice cause we are asked to wear a white jacket and no other color for our clinical and it got a small hood too. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Manila is now 13 hours ahead of us due to the daylight savings time and tomorrow is halloween! im going out for trick or treat but i still got no costume.darn...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;im just going to shoppers later. i gotta find a fab one. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;today is kuya joel and ate jing's anniversary so we are going to Church and having lunch at Delta Hotel. We might catch a movie after then my weekly chore is up next..Laundry! I should be doing it this morning but I got no more scented soap for handwash.Thats life up here! everything is a cycle..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13235022-113067910086301062?l=wherearemyhavaianas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wherearemyhavaianas.blogspot.com/feeds/113067910086301062/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13235022&amp;postID=113067910086301062&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13235022/posts/default/113067910086301062'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13235022/posts/default/113067910086301062'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wherearemyhavaianas.blogspot.com/2005/10/karaoke-master.html' title='karaoke master'/><author><name>crazy/beautiful</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10595126237064908592</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i7.photobucket.com/albums/y293/wherearemyhavaianas/jonys.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13235022.post-113059161460162124</id><published>2005-10-29T07:44:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-10-29T08:13:40.053-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;"&gt;Tomi was like..how can you go out with different guys and we guys cant? Like if we do that, we're gonna be branded as a player? I was like...I did go out but then it wasn't like i was officially together with someone? it was more like hanging out for company.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;"&gt;So now they feel that there's a double standard on them, eh? My opinion on that is a guy has to be decided on who he wants so he has to concentrate on just one girl and then the girl has the freedom to go out with different guys before she'll be serious with just one guy...so she could better decide who she likes best. So, Tomi, I'm no playa..gotta make the right choices in life right?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;"&gt;Anyhoo, our class has been like a pack of dogs quarelling. It has gotten into my nerves really so i had to say my piece to Jen infront of everybody. Tomi was out of hand when he confronted and embarassed Joisie infront of the whole class. I was like..Tomi you are not practising what you are preaching and mostly you act so immature. So, to cut the crap. I sent Tomi a note it said: (I got this from Homer- not Homer Simpson cause I know I watch too much cartoons):&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;"&gt;"Less talk..Less mistakes..."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;"&gt;I hope he'll remember it everytime he sees my note. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;"&gt;I still find it weird that i am studying health care and medical shit. I have no thing for science..trust me! Ask Sir Lorenzo and Ms. Cuarteros..I was failing big time yet i am into such field now..and a couple of years from now, I wanna study something else (where the money is at!) like Paramedics..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;"&gt;Paramedic Diploma School of Health Sciences&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This two-year diploma program provides skills and knowledge in all aspects of prehospital medical care. Classroom components provide a theoretical basis for the skills required to deal with medical and traumatic emergencies and emphasizes the ability to communicate effectively with patients and work in a health care team environment. Clinical placements include rotations through both chronic and acute care hospital settings while field placement in ambulance services provides opportunities to assess and treat patients in the actual work environment at a primary level of care. Physical and emotional conditioning is emphasized to apply skills under the most demanding situations likely to be encountered in the prehospital environment.&lt;br /&gt;Graduates receive a Paramedic diploma and are eligible for certification as a paramedic in Ontario. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;Admission Requirements&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ontario Secondary School Diploma (OSSD) with courses from College (C), University/ College (M), University (U) pathways, or OSSD at or above the general level, or equivalent, or mature student status;&lt;br /&gt;ENG4C or ENG4U, or Grade 12 English at or above the general level. If English is not your first language refer to the &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://postsecondary.humber.ca/geninfo/admissions.htm#elpp"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;"&gt;English Language Proficiency Policy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;"&gt; in this publication;&lt;br /&gt;Grade 11 Biology SBI3C, SBI3U or SBI4U and Grade 11 or 12 Chemistry SCH3U or SCH4C or SCH4U, or a senior level biology and chemistry both at or above the general level;&lt;br /&gt;MCR3U or MCF3M, or Grade 12 Mathematics MAP4C or MCT4C or MCB4U or MGA4U or MDM4U, or Grade 11 Mathematics at or above the general level;&lt;br /&gt;Attendance at an information/assessment session, which will include:&lt;br /&gt;pre-admission tests for senior level biology, chemistry, reading and writing skills, and arithmetic (Fee: $35);&lt;br /&gt;completion of a personal questionnaire;&lt;br /&gt;submission of documented proof of current CPR Basic Rescuer (Level C) and Standard First Aid certifications;&lt;br /&gt;submission of documented proof of completion of current full Class G or G2 Driver's Licence.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;Physical Fitness Requirements&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By the end of semester one, students are required to demonstrate: 32 male push-ups in one minute, 36 abdominal crunches in one minute, 1.8 km run in under 11 minutes and flexibility. Students who do not meet these requirements will not be allowed to participate in PCPM 220 - Field Internship 1, and therefore will not meet the graduation requirements. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;Field Placement Requirements&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/u&gt;To be assigned a field placement you must have been immunized against Hepatitis B, poliomyelitis, tetanus, diphtheria and influenza. You must possess valid CPR, Basic Rescuer and Standard First Aid certificates and test negative on the 2 step Tuberculin Skin Test.&lt;br /&gt;Prior to commencing field placement, students must be tested and fitted with appropriate infection control equipment. The cost associated with this is the student's responsibility (approximately $75).&lt;br /&gt;Employers who provide field placements will require a police record check for criminal offences. An unpardoned criminal record will result in inability to participate in field internship courses and prevent the student from graduating. Students are responsible for the cost of obtaining their police record check.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;Police Record Check&lt;/u&gt;: Students in programs or occupations involving direct contact with vulnerable persons are required to undergo a police record check. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;Employment Requirements&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/u&gt;You must have a valid Class F Driver's Licence and be 18 years old.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;Career Opportunities&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Ontario Ambulance Act requires the successful completion of this program before you can attempt the Provincial Paramedic examination. Successful paramedic certification allows you to accept full-time employment in the ambulance system in Ontario.&lt;br /&gt;You can work as a paramedic in ambulance services or as technical assistants in hospital emergency departments, in some health and medical centres, in sports injury management services, emergency response teams and transfer services.&lt;br /&gt;There is a potential to advance into management and/or advanced paramedical services.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;Additional Costs&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;$400 for uniforms and $800 for books and supplies. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a name="curriculum"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;Curriculum - Paramedic&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Semester 1 (23 hours/week)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PCPM 100 Paramedical Science 1&lt;br /&gt;PCPM 102 Legal and Professional Issues&lt;br /&gt;PCPM 110 Paramedic Skills 1&lt;br /&gt;PCPM 112 Fitness Appreciation&lt;br /&gt;BIOS 101 Anatomy and Physiology 1&lt;br /&gt;PSYC 121 Applied Psychology 1 - Paramedic&lt;br /&gt;LANG 101 Writing Skills for Health Sciences&lt;br /&gt;HUMA 024 Humanities&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;"&gt;Semester 2 (21 hours/week)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PCPM 200 Paramedical Science 2&lt;br /&gt;PCPM 204 Clinical Interpretation 1&lt;br /&gt;PCPM 210 Paramedic Skills 2&lt;br /&gt;PCPM 212 Lifting and Transfer Techniques&lt;br /&gt;PCPM 220 Field Internship 1&lt;br /&gt;PCPM 230 Clinical Practice 1&lt;br /&gt;BIOS 211 Anatomy and Physiology 2&lt;br /&gt;PSYC 122 Applied Psychology 2 - Paramedic&lt;br /&gt;GNED General Education&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Semester 3 (25 hours/week)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PCPM 300 Paramedical Science 3&lt;br /&gt;PCPM 304 Clinical Interpretation 2&lt;br /&gt;PCPM 306 Pharmacology 1&lt;br /&gt;PCPM 310 Paramedic Skills 3&lt;br /&gt;PCPM 312 Crisis Response and Personal Safety&lt;br /&gt;PCPM 314 Rescue Procedures&lt;br /&gt;PCPM 330 Clinical Practice 2&lt;br /&gt;LANG 201 Writing Skills 2 - Paramedic&lt;br /&gt;PSYC 123 Applied Psychology 3 - Paramedic&lt;br /&gt;GNED General Education&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Semester 4 (18 hours/week)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HLTH 213 Ethics - Paramedic&lt;br /&gt;PCPM 400 Paramedical Science 4&lt;br /&gt;PCPM 406 Pharmacology 2&lt;br /&gt;PCPM 410 Paramedic Skills 4&lt;br /&gt;PCPM 412 Driver Education&lt;br /&gt;PCPM 420 Field Internship 2&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;"&gt;ANG TINDI! at ang physical fitness mukhang palyado ako lalo na ngayon..takte! sila claire montemayor lang ata ang makakapasa dito eh!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13235022-113059161460162124?l=wherearemyhavaianas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wherearemyhavaianas.blogspot.com/feeds/113059161460162124/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13235022&amp;postID=113059161460162124&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13235022/posts/default/113059161460162124'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13235022/posts/default/113059161460162124'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wherearemyhavaianas.blogspot.com/2005/10/tomi-was-like.html' title=''/><author><name>crazy/beautiful</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10595126237064908592</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i7.photobucket.com/albums/y293/wherearemyhavaianas/jonys.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13235022.post-113052263492726708</id><published>2005-10-28T12:58:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-10-28T13:03:54.943-05:00</updated><title type='text'>sing with me!</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Obsession (No Es Amor)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Check check ...this happened for real ...baby bash..yo.. frankie j.... obsession)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its early in the morning&lt;br /&gt;And my heart is really lonely&lt;br /&gt;Just thinkin bout you baby&lt;br /&gt;Got me twisted in the head&lt;br /&gt;And I dont know how to take it&lt;br /&gt;But its driving me so crazy&lt;br /&gt;I dont know if its right&lt;br /&gt;I'm tossin turning in my bed&lt;br /&gt;Its 5 oclock in the morning&lt;br /&gt;And I still cant sleep&lt;br /&gt;Thinkin bout your beauty it makes me&lt;br /&gt;Weak...I'm feeling hopeless in my home&lt;br /&gt;I dont know what to do but I think I'm in love&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Baby...[Chorus]Amor, no es amor (if this aint love)&lt;br /&gt;Then what am I feeling (what am I doing wrong)&lt;br /&gt;Amor, no es amor (if this aint love)&lt;br /&gt;Is this an illusion that I have in my heart?&lt;br /&gt;Now I know you're not my lady I&lt;br /&gt;'m just tryin to make this right&lt;br /&gt;I dont know what to do I&lt;br /&gt;'m going out of my mind&lt;br /&gt;So baby if u let me could I getchu to say maybe we could ride together&lt;br /&gt;We could do this all nite now I dont care if u got a man&lt;br /&gt;Baby I wish you'd understand&lt;br /&gt;Cuz I kno he cant love u right, quite like I can&lt;br /&gt;Its 5 oclock in the morning&lt;br /&gt;And I still cant sleep&lt;br /&gt;Thinkin bout your beauty it makes me&lt;br /&gt;Weak...I'm feeling hopeless at home&lt;br /&gt;I dont kno what to do but I think I'm in love&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Chorus]Amor, no es amor (if this aint love)&lt;br /&gt;Then what am I feeling? (what am I doing wrong)&lt;br /&gt;Amor, no es amor (if this aint love)&lt;br /&gt;Is this an illusion that I have in my heart?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love the way u freaky like that&lt;br /&gt;I love the way u freaky like that&lt;br /&gt;I love the way u freaky like that&lt;br /&gt;Its an obsession&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Baby Bash]Hold up let me dream&lt;br /&gt;Shorty got me feelin less supreme&lt;br /&gt;Where my candy, where my cream&lt;br /&gt;Got your boy feel less supreme&lt;br /&gt;Hold up wait a minute baby you so damn independent&lt;br /&gt;Loving everything your representing&lt;br /&gt;Got alot of money, I love to spend it&lt;br /&gt;And thats whats up and I dont care what people scream&lt;br /&gt;You're my blessin when I'm stressin&lt;br /&gt;My superfly beauty queen&lt;br /&gt;'m gonna keep it saucy&lt;br /&gt;Cuz my money know how I do, we go rendez-vous, mi corazon belongs to you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Chorus]Amor, no es amor (if this aint love)&lt;br /&gt;hen what am I feeling? (what am I doing wrong)&lt;br /&gt;what am I do wrong [echo]&lt;br /&gt;Amor, no es amor (if this aint love)&lt;br /&gt;Is this an illusion that I have in my heart?&lt;br /&gt;Amor, no es amor (if this aint love)&lt;br /&gt;What am I feeling? (what am I doing wrong?)&lt;br /&gt;what am I do so wrong? [echo]&lt;br /&gt;Amor, no es amor (if this aint love)&lt;br /&gt;Is this an illusion that I have in my heart?&lt;br /&gt;Amor&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13235022-113052263492726708?l=wherearemyhavaianas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wherearemyhavaianas.blogspot.com/feeds/113052263492726708/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13235022&amp;postID=113052263492726708&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13235022/posts/default/113052263492726708'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13235022/posts/default/113052263492726708'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wherearemyhavaianas.blogspot.com/2005/10/sing-with-me.html' title='sing with me!'/><author><name>crazy/beautiful</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10595126237064908592</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i7.photobucket.com/albums/y293/wherearemyhavaianas/jonys.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13235022.post-113043172103664648</id><published>2005-10-27T11:28:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-10-27T11:48:41.090-05:00</updated><title type='text'>anger management</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;color:#00cccc;"&gt;True or False:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;color:#00cccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;color:#00cccc;"&gt;as you grow older, you begin to handle conflicts in a more peaceful manner.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;color:#6633ff;"&gt;i say True. when i was a little bit younger..man, I was the ring leader. If somebody does shit to other people, I would come to their rescue. Grade 5, my mom was called to school because somebody cried because of what i said. Don't get me wrong, I never swore or said anything nasty. So come to think of it, How much more if I said something? I was a war freak! I don't care of they are in high school and I'm not..I can deal with them anytime, anyday.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;color:#6633ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;color:#6633ff;"&gt;Yesterday, my classmate came up to me during the class (infront of everybody) accusing me of writing notes about her. You see, Tomi and I were talking about somebody else. Paranoid, as she is, she thought I was passing Tomi a note about her. Freak! Who does she think she is?! I mean she's nobody so why would I bother to spend time on her? Paranoia is gonna get the shit of her.  Her group started this whole shit. They thought I reported to the teacher about her and the way she dress..Hell? What for? I don't even have a clue on dresscode so why should I bother telling on her?! Daynah thinks they think I like Tomi and that I am a threat since I don't have a boyfriend. Okay..no need to be territorial cause I don't have a thing for Tomi. I can get him if I wanted to but I don't. Period! I hate it when people older than me act so immature. She kept on hanging out with girls far from her age and then she starts acting their age...acting like they are still in high school! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;color:#6633ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;"&gt;Quit it! If somebody, who ever she is told the teacher on you..So what? What would that do to you? I mean you gonna be hunting that person and make her life miserable? Or let your friends bitch that person and what are you gonna get for that? Showing the world what kind of a person you are? You are making yourself less of what you are when you first came in class. I mean, We all came here to learn i suppose and not watch ME talk to Tomi or pass notes to whoever I wanna converse with and SERIOUSLY, IT IS NONE OF YOUR F***KING BUSINESS. You keep on calling people two-faced? Look at you and how you acted with me and how you tried to make a fool out of yourself when you came up to me in class and ended up seeing a doodle of a brain instead of a note about you? Here's to your brain, that is what two-faced is, my dear.. So if I were you..I'd start get my acts together so I will pass this course. God, no wonder you girls are having a hard time passing cause instead of paying attention to the teacher, you keep on watching my every move and ITS FLATTERING me really!&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/13235022-113043172103664648?l=wherearemyhavaianas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wherearemyhavaianas.blogspot.com/feeds/113043172103664648/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13235022&amp;postID=113043172103664648&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13235022/posts/default/113043172103664648'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13235022/posts/default/113043172103664648'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wherearemyhavaianas.blogspot.com/2005/10/anger-management.html' title='anger management'/><author><name>crazy/beautiful</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10595126237064908592</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i7.photobucket.com/albums/y293/wherearemyhavaianas/jonys.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13235022.post-113009993140264546</id><published>2005-10-23T15:37:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-10-23T15:38:51.410-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ffcc00;"&gt;I wanna learn how to speak in Spanish &lt;u&gt;again !&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ffcc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ffcc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13235022-113009993140264546?l=wherearemyhavaianas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wherearemyhavaianas.blogspot.com/feeds/113009993140264546/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13235022&amp;postID=113009993140264546&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13235022/posts/default/113009993140264546'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13235022/posts/default/113009993140264546'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wherearemyhavaianas.blogspot.com/2005/10/i-wanna-learn-how-to-speak-in-spanish.html' title=''/><author><name>crazy/beautiful</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10595126237064908592</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i7.photobucket.com/albums/y293/wherearemyhavaianas/jonys.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13235022.post-113009725728988379</id><published>2005-10-23T14:44:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-10-23T14:54:17.296-05:00</updated><title type='text'>livestrong and the like</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;a lot of people are wearing those livestrong bands without knowing what it means..some wear it as a fashion statement and some just follow the trend.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;livestrong is lance armstrong's way to get funds for cancer research..so when i saw aldo and youth aid's campaign for AIDS awareness eh bumili ko as a way of helping somebody for 6 months. it was 5 dollars.pricey for an ID chain,eh? but it was for a campaign on AIDS so 5 dollars is not so bad.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;their  campaign slogan is:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;color:#33cc00;"&gt;see no evil&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;color:#33cc00;"&gt;hear no evil &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;color:#33cc00;"&gt;speak no evil&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;i got the chain with a "speak" engraved on it..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;speak no evil is more like what everyone should do cause just like AIDS and cancer its so toxic. we always hear people swearing as if its part of their everyday language..like every sentence gotta have a fuck on it..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;hindi ako nagmamalinis kasi at times i use foul language too but i realized that it is no unappropriate andso unprofessional..i mean what for? we can always say things in a nice way..cause that's how we Filipinos are brought up so that speak no evil chain is a reminder for me to choose my words carefully and also its content.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13235022-113009725728988379?l=wherearemyhavaianas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wherearemyhavaianas.blogspot.com/feeds/113009725728988379/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13235022&amp;postID=113009725728988379&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13235022/posts/default/113009725728988379'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13235022/posts/default/113009725728988379'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wherearemyhavaianas.blogspot.com/2005/10/livestrong-and-like.html' title='livestrong and the like'/><author><name>crazy/beautiful</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10595126237064908592</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i7.photobucket.com/albums/y293/wherearemyhavaianas/jonys.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13235022.post-113007795242697902</id><published>2005-10-23T09:27:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-10-23T09:32:32.436-05:00</updated><title type='text'>shopaholic:the come back</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#66cccc;"&gt;the shopaholic returns!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#66cccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#66cccc;"&gt;we went to Erin Mills Town Centre yesterday for SHOPPING!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#66cccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#66cccc;"&gt;i bought a pink Gap hoodie (Kid section XXL-so im not so big after all!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#66cccc;"&gt;i also bought plain white socks from old navy and something for my sister..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Oh my God..i have so much facination with pink that i got a pink roots bag, pink nike sneakers (which is a gift from my best friend, IGET!) and pink top from guess (remember last week?) and a new pink hoodie from Gap...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;PINK is the new black for me..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#3366ff;"&gt;i think im overspending as well so i gotta stop and wait till boxing day...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#ff9900;"&gt;Halloween is coming up to and i still got no costume to wear..i'd probably just dress up as a witch cause its you'll just have to dress in black but then i wanna be a pretty princess..in pink! LOL!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13235022-113007795242697902?l=wherearemyhavaianas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wherearemyhavaianas.blogspot.com/feeds/113007795242697902/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13235022&amp;postID=113007795242697902&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13235022/posts/default/113007795242697902'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13235022/posts/default/113007795242697902'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wherearemyhavaianas.blogspot.com/2005/10/shopaholicthe-come-back.html' title='shopaholic:the come back'/><author><name>crazy/beautiful</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10595126237064908592</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i7.photobucket.com/albums/y293/wherearemyhavaianas/jonys.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13235022.post-113000850786821608</id><published>2005-10-22T14:02:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-10-22T14:17:33.616-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6909/1155/1600/F1000031_resize.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6909/1155/320/F1000031_resize.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#00cccc;"&gt;this is my last race (pic c% lala) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#00cccc;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#00cccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;i miss them so much that it hurts..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i was viewing lala's singapore pictures and i can't help but feel sad and proud at the same time..sad kasi how i wish i am still part of their endeavors..ang saya kasi nila sa picture..andon pa naman si moymoy, fernie, tetet, thony..and the rest..at shempre si capt roel. namiss ko mga adventures..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;this used to be my life..umikot lang sa rowing at sa mga taong to..parang gusto ko tuloy umuwi..pero hindi pwede... hay...&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;=( i miss my old life..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6909/1155/1600/51.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6909/1155/320/51.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;Congrats PYROS! (pic c%Borgz)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13235022-113000850786821608?l=wherearemyhavaianas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wherearemyhavaianas.blogspot.com/feeds/113000850786821608/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13235022&amp;postID=113000850786821608&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13235022/posts/default/113000850786821608'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13235022/posts/default/113000850786821608'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wherearemyhavaianas.blogspot.com/2005/10/this-is-my-last-race-pic-c-lala-i-miss.html' title=''/><author><name>crazy/beautiful</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10595126237064908592</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i7.photobucket.com/albums/y293/wherearemyhavaianas/jonys.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13235022.post-112998828491630688</id><published>2005-10-22T08:32:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-10-22T08:38:04.916-05:00</updated><title type='text'>yeppers!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#ff6666;"&gt;they are all going out to watch Side A band and Christian Bautista at Downtown T.O. and they are all insisting that i go with them but freak..i don't wanna spend 50 dollars on a ticket...good for them because they got money and all that..anyhoo, joi called this morning and told me she's gonna watch that too..and i was like..huwhat?! you're gonna go all the way here? coolness! i'll  be seeing here at last and she's gonna see me as fat as i can be..haha! okay quits kame! i told her im 135 lbs and she couldn't believe it..dont get me wrong hindi naman ako lumba lumba or something..i gained a few pounds lang naman..haha! more like 15? hehe! well, i can always lose it at hindi naman lumaki mukha ko or something..exercise lang katapat nyan..natigil naman kasi ako sa rowing so given na tataba ako. oh well..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:180%;color:#33cc00;"&gt;im gonna see JOY! yeppers!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13235022-112998828491630688?l=wherearemyhavaianas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wherearemyhavaianas.blogspot.com/feeds/112998828491630688/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13235022&amp;postID=112998828491630688&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13235022/posts/default/112998828491630688'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13235022/posts/default/112998828491630688'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wherearemyhavaianas.blogspot.com/2005/10/yeppers.html' title='yeppers!'/><author><name>crazy/beautiful</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10595126237064908592</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i7.photobucket.com/albums/y293/wherearemyhavaianas/jonys.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13235022.post-112991178397402038</id><published>2005-10-21T11:12:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-10-21T11:26:04.383-05:00</updated><title type='text'>i am a bitch?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;we were on the way out of school and our classmate was shouting bitch and none of us looked back. she was really try to get our attention but hell she wasn't going to get it so easily. she really wants a girl fight, eh? whatever! if she was referring to me as a bitch i'd probably say oh yeah i am but you gotta wait cause i aint bitching yet.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#6666cc;"&gt;flashback:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#6666cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#6666cc;"&gt;not long ago, her group was sitting beside tomi but the teacher rearranged the seating arrangement cause 3 of them failed the test which was so easy for me. so, anyway, daynah noticed that they got a thing with us and they were acting like they are all going out with tomi so everytime that we speak with tomi, they would watch us and look at eachother and they would talk about some people being two faced. get real! i never pretended to like them or anything. i barely talk to them. the only one i talk to is tomi and tomi doesn't even like me but i have this sick feeling that he likes daynah cause he always flirts with her.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66cccc;"&gt;anyway, so i was feeling kinda upset about them minding me. i mean get a grip ok? so, i went home and checked my mail and got a message from a friend..and i just realized that come to think of it, people won't pull you down unless you're up there. well, suckers! i'll make sure im never gonna go down so that we won't have to meet..haha!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ccccff;"&gt;as they say, don't get mad...get even!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13235022-112991178397402038?l=wherearemyhavaianas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wherearemyhavaianas.blogspot.com/feeds/112991178397402038/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13235022&amp;postID=112991178397402038&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13235022/posts/default/112991178397402038'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13235022/posts/default/112991178397402038'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wherearemyhavaianas.blogspot.com/2005/10/i-am-bitch.html' title='i am a bitch?'/><author><name>crazy/beautiful</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10595126237064908592</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i7.photobucket.com/albums/y293/wherearemyhavaianas/jonys.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13235022.post-112977790875483739</id><published>2005-10-19T21:47:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-10-22T13:12:44.173-05:00</updated><title type='text'>black or white</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;no grays..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff66;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;they say there are 2 sides of a coin and there are 2 sides in a story.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;true..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;but then we must never forget that there are no versions of truth..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;isa lang ang totoo and the rest are just lies..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330099;"&gt;Today, my cousin went to talk to this girl from his work. this girl has been talking about me and our family to other people which i find very offensive.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I never thought that non Filipinos can be so talkative about other people. I actually thought that it was distinct on Filipinos but I was wrong.. ofcourse..everyone loves to gossip..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, the girl was suprised to know our side of the story.All along she was misinformed and led on to believe on something...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seriously, i don't know how to react now..whether to just ignore all the issues kasi naman ang cheap! Pati ba naman sa Canada uso pa! I mean can we just carry on with our lives without bothering others or even thinking about them. Ang hirap na nga ng buhay dito eh nagagawa pa ng mga taong pacomplikahin..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On a lighter note..Tomi and I had the good laugh today.. Laugh trip mga classmates namin..yun bang hihirit ng nonsense at nakakatawa..in filipino, mali-mali o plain bopols at mga aral sa Canada mga yun ah..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;School has been a-okay..bilib mga classmates ko sakin kasi they think im plain smart kasi naman we're critical minded at the same time eh we got harder tests back home..pang asar nga sakin ni daynah, my jamaican friend (hindi kasi ko nakikipagkaibigan sa pinoy..nadala na ko! haha!) eh smarty pants..na hindi naman daw sya katulad ko..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;kanina nga i went to have my picture taken tapos the guy asked my background..i said filipino and he was suprised na i speak good english..medyo canadian na ko mag salita..naka adjust naman ako agad and shempre nag aaral din and we seldom speak filipino at home.come to think of it, marami narin nagsabi sakin na bat magaling ako mag english kasi pat (an italian) asked the same thing when he first met me and ben said that i studied in a university. ang pinoy naman kasi marunong naman talaga mag english..kung hindi man makasalita ng straight eh for sure makakaintindi yun at okay naman kahit carabao english..at sa lahat ng asian countries tayo lang ang kayang makipagsabayan ng slang..hehe!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;eto ang nakasuprise talaga..at nakakaloka..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;when people ask for my background eh nagugulat sila when i say im a flip cause i dont look like one..may isa na nagsabi na mukhang european, isa naman japanese..oh well, sabagay may dugo na naman siguro ako ng kastila, hapon at amerikano for the fact na we were colonized..malay mo nalahian ang angkan namin..haha! silly,eh?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;holy crap its 11:08 already! i gotta sleep....ZZZZzzzzzzz&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13235022-112977790875483739?l=wherearemyhavaianas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wherearemyhavaianas.blogspot.com/feeds/112977790875483739/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13235022&amp;postID=112977790875483739&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13235022/posts/default/112977790875483739'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13235022/posts/default/112977790875483739'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wherearemyhavaianas.blogspot.com/2005/10/black-or-white.html' title='black or white'/><author><name>crazy/beautiful</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10595126237064908592</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i7.photobucket.com/albums/y293/wherearemyhavaianas/jonys.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13235022.post-112964745401019425</id><published>2005-10-18T09:52:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-10-21T11:36:59.490-05:00</updated><title type='text'>horoscope</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#339999;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Tuesday, October 18, 2005&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It could be a little like the dark before the dawn with a bit of confusion or conflict to deal with early in the day. But it should be a good time for any sort of spiritual endeavors later in the day. Your insight and intuition should be on the rise and you should be capable of knowing just what people are thinking and feeling right now.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;well, i was so upset last night so i didn't study and i wasn't really in the mood..i even texted kia about that..God was so great to give a test which i am familiar with almost all of the answers. on thursday we got another test worth 50% of that section. This time i'll really study especially if i'll get a good mark on today's test.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;judi's absent today. some proctor gave the test to us so almost everyone was looking at eachother for answers and giving signs. i hated it. not that i don't wanna share but they are distracting my line of thought. can you ask me my answers as soon as im done but then again..i dont spend time trying to check on my answers cause what the heck? there's nothing more i can do? its not like i'll find the answers on the faces of my classmates if i'll just wait.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;everyone at the house didn't go to work today and we went to heartland instead...(well, ate jing and i went twice! don't ask cause its too complicated..basta we went back and i drove all the way there..)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;SHOPPING!&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;i bought a pink bag at Roots, a cream pants at Guess, a pink long sleeves and a baby blue long sleeves at Guess.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;total damage? don't ask. i dont got money left but 15 dollars.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13235022-112964745401019425?l=wherearemyhavaianas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wherearemyhavaianas.blogspot.com/feeds/112964745401019425/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13235022&amp;postID=112964745401019425&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13235022/posts/default/112964745401019425'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13235022/posts/default/112964745401019425'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wherearemyhavaianas.blogspot.com/2005/10/horoscope.html' title='horoscope'/><author><name>crazy/beautiful</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10595126237064908592</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i7.photobucket.com/albums/y293/wherearemyhavaianas/jonys.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13235022.post-112959118930141997</id><published>2005-10-17T18:06:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-10-21T11:31:12.593-05:00</updated><title type='text'>nahimasmasan na ko..finally!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;i was chatting to ina about what i learned today at medyo asar ako..pero tama si ina kaya ok na ko...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;ina_says: eh di okay. at least you're voicing out your concerns&lt;br /&gt;ina_says: but then again&lt;br /&gt;ina_says: if i were you&lt;br /&gt;ina_says: i wouldnt even get pissed at all&lt;br /&gt;ina_says: coz the more you get pissed&lt;br /&gt;ina_says: the more you think of him&lt;br /&gt;ina_says: the more you think of him&lt;br /&gt;ina_says: the more you cant get over him&lt;br /&gt;ina_says: and the more you wont enjoy life their in cana-duh&lt;br /&gt;ina_says: *here&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc66;"&gt;river_micky: ok lang na maasar ako kasi all this time eh lahat ng ka assholelan eh tinanggap ko&lt;br /&gt;river_micky: at least ngayon nahihimasmasan na ko&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ina_says: maasar is good. selfpity is not.&lt;br /&gt;ina_says: there's a difference&lt;br /&gt;ina_says: eh di good.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;ina_says: just go out. you're in fukken canada.&lt;br /&gt;ina_says: no issues here dapat&lt;br /&gt;ina_says: pangpilipinas lang ang issues&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc66;"&gt;river_micky: oo nga eh!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ina_says: you're given a chance to start a new. dont waste it&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so now? SCREW HIM! God dammit!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13235022-112959118930141997?l=wherearemyhavaianas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wherearemyhavaianas.blogspot.com/feeds/112959118930141997/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13235022&amp;postID=112959118930141997&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13235022/posts/default/112959118930141997'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13235022/posts/default/112959118930141997'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wherearemyhavaianas.blogspot.com/2005/10/nahimasmasan-na-kofinally.html' title='nahimasmasan na ko..finally!'/><author><name>crazy/beautiful</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10595126237064908592</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i7.photobucket.com/albums/y293/wherearemyhavaianas/jonys.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13235022.post-112947410779691508</id><published>2005-10-16T09:39:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-10-16T09:48:27.796-05:00</updated><title type='text'>blame it all on tomi!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;last friday i was really pissed, eh? cause we had our practical test. tomi, mary, kim, and i were supposed to take it right after the break. so after daynah's turn, we went out for break but  the teacher left her cards so daynah who just finished looked at the cards and told us that tomi got a hard one. after the break, tomi decided to switch places with kim cause we warned him that his was hard. the teacher out of the blue decided to shuffle the cars..thinking that we might have seen it. when it was my turn, tomi and i was asked to go to the room and i was shocked. why the hell does tomi have to be in the room?! i turns out that tomi was my patient! shit! i had to lift/transfer tomi?! the girls in the class would really be annoyed since i think someone got a thing for tomi. so anyway, i called up daynah to be my assistant..judi gave me my card and guess what?! it was supposed to be tomi's card..the hard one! oh god! it was supposed to be tomi doing that shit but he ends up being the patient?! which is double trouble for me. i had a hard time concentrating cause when i was about to transfer him from his wheelchair to the bed he was fooling around..talking at acting dirty to me without judi noticing. i was really stressed out and i got a really low mark..and after that, i told tomi that the exercise was supposed to be his..man, he was ecstatic and overly thankful. i got screwed instead of him and he made it more difficult for me. I was really mad at the my grade and i feel so bad that i can't study..like i don't feel like studying.. today, i'd probably just study all day and tomorrow too. i know its just 40 but then..i need to have all my grades 90..and im ten points way behind. darn!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13235022-112947410779691508?l=wherearemyhavaianas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wherearemyhavaianas.blogspot.com/feeds/112947410779691508/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13235022&amp;postID=112947410779691508&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13235022/posts/default/112947410779691508'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13235022/posts/default/112947410779691508'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wherearemyhavaianas.blogspot.com/2005/10/blame-it-all-on-tomi.html' title='blame it all on tomi!'/><author><name>crazy/beautiful</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10595126237064908592</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i7.photobucket.com/albums/y293/wherearemyhavaianas/jonys.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13235022.post-112947309462366901</id><published>2005-10-16T08:46:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-10-16T09:31:35.100-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Jed Madela rules...</title><content type='html'>nakakarelate lang siguro ako..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Love always finds a way&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Jed Madela&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;We've said it all&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;A thousand times before&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Been to the wall&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;And always found somewhere to turn&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;There was always more to learn&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;We've reached the end&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;And almost closed the door&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;And someone withinI never can remember who&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;All I know is that we've found&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;The strength to make it through&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Love always finds a way&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;When the clouds have no silver lining&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;She comes thru shining&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Love always sees the light&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Through the darkest night&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;In a small way&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Love always finds a way&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Holding you near&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;After the storm has passed&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;It becomes clear&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;When all our tears have finally dried&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;That no matter how we fools&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;May try to turn the tide&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;And in this moments when the magic seems to fade&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;We must remember then that's the time to keep on&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Believing and I'll be a friend&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;If we both trust&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;In what we really feel&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;The two of us&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Can hold tomorrow in our hands&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;All it takes is just the faith to truly understand that...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Love always finds a way&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;When the clouds have no silver lining&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;She comes thru shining&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Love always sees the light&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Through the darkest night&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;In a small way&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Love always finds a way&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;The Past&lt;br /&gt;Jed Madela &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was wrong when i hurt you&lt;br /&gt;But did you have to hurt me too&lt;br /&gt;Did you think revenge will make it better?&lt;br /&gt;I don't care about the past&lt;br /&gt;I just want our love to last&lt;br /&gt;There's a way to bring us back together&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chorus:&lt;br /&gt;I must forgive you&lt;br /&gt;You must forgive me too&lt;br /&gt;If we wanna try to put things back&lt;br /&gt;the way they used to be&lt;br /&gt;'cause there's no sense in going over and over&lt;br /&gt;The same things as before&lt;br /&gt;So let's not bring the past up anymore&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Out of all the good we had&lt;br /&gt;You only keep track of the bad&lt;br /&gt;Though you knew i never really loved her&lt;br /&gt;Didn't anyone tell you yet&lt;br /&gt;That to forgive is to forget&lt;br /&gt;How can you be mad if you don't remember&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Repeat Chorus&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I must forgive you&lt;br /&gt;And you must forgive me too&lt;br /&gt;It's the only thing that's left&lt;br /&gt;that we haven't try to do&lt;br /&gt;One thing that i'm sure will work&lt;br /&gt;That we haven't tried before&lt;br /&gt;Let's not bring the past back anymore&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc66;"&gt;How Can I Fall&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc66;"&gt;Jed Madela &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc66;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc66;"&gt;Give me time to care, the moments here for us to share&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc66;"&gt;Still my heart is not always there&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc66;"&gt;What more can I say to you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc66;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc66;"&gt;Could I lie to you, I'm just too weak to face the truth&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc66;"&gt;Now I know I should make a move&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc66;"&gt;What more can I say&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc66;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc66;"&gt;How can I fall, how can I fall&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc66;"&gt;When you just won't give me reasons&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc66;"&gt;When you just won't give me reasons at all&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc66;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc66;"&gt;When all faith is gone, I fight myself to carry on&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc66;"&gt;Yet I know of the harm I do, what more can I say to you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc66;"&gt;Now I hold this line, I know the choice to leave is mine&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc66;"&gt;I can't help what I feel inside&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc66;"&gt;What more can I say&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc66;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc66;"&gt;How can I fall, how can I fall&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc66;"&gt;When you just won't give me reasons&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc66;"&gt;When you just won't give me reasons at all&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc66;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc66;"&gt;I'll follow through, I'll see I do&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc66;"&gt;When the time is more right for you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc66;"&gt;I'll make that move, and when I do&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc66;"&gt;Will I doubt again, the way I do&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc66;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc66;"&gt;How can I fall, how can I fall&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc66;"&gt;When you just won't give me reasons at all&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc66;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc66;"&gt;How can I fall, how can I fall&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc66;"&gt;When you just won't give me reasons&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc66;"&gt;When you just won't give me reasons&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc66;"&gt;How can I fall, how can I fall&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc66;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc66;"&gt;When you just won't give me reasons&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc66;"&gt;When you just won't give me reasons&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc66;"&gt;Just won't give me reasons&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc66;"&gt;Just won't give me reasons at all&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc66;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc66;"&gt;How can I fall, I fall, I fall&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc66;"&gt;How can I fall for you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc66;"&gt;How can I fall, how can I fall&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc66;"&gt;When you just won't give me reasons&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc66;"&gt;When you just won't give me reasons&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13235022-112947309462366901?l=wherearemyhavaianas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wherearemyhavaianas.blogspot.com/feeds/112947309462366901/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13235022&amp;postID=112947309462366901&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13235022/posts/default/112947309462366901'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13235022/posts/default/112947309462366901'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wherearemyhavaianas.blogspot.com/2005/10/jed-madela-rules.html' title='Jed Madela rules...'/><author><name>crazy/beautiful</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10595126237064908592</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i7.photobucket.com/albums/y293/wherearemyhavaianas/jonys.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13235022.post-112947039513401750</id><published>2005-10-16T08:41:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-10-16T08:46:35.146-05:00</updated><title type='text'>not a good start..</title><content type='html'>i hate myself...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;for missing him.&lt;br /&gt;for getting low on the practical.&lt;br /&gt;for having a low motivation on making up for it.&lt;br /&gt;for being so lazy to go to church.&lt;br /&gt;for thinking about texting him.&lt;br /&gt;for spending time using the internet.&lt;br /&gt;for feeling sick.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13235022-112947039513401750?l=wherearemyhavaianas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wherearemyhavaianas.blogspot.com/feeds/112947039513401750/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13235022&amp;postID=112947039513401750&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13235022/posts/default/112947039513401750'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13235022/posts/default/112947039513401750'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wherearemyhavaianas.blogspot.com/2005/10/not-good-start.html' title='not a good start..'/><author><name>crazy/beautiful</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10595126237064908592</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i7.photobucket.com/albums/y293/wherearemyhavaianas/jonys.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13235022.post-112887069110549873</id><published>2005-10-09T10:10:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-10-09T10:11:31.113-05:00</updated><title type='text'>my new outlook in life..</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#33ccff;"&gt;JESSE MCCARTNEY - Beautiful Soul&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#33ccff;"&gt;I don't want another pretty face&lt;br /&gt;I don't want just anyone to hold&lt;br /&gt;I don't want my love to go to waste&lt;br /&gt;I want you and your beautiful soul&lt;br /&gt;You're the one I wanna chase&lt;br /&gt;You're the one I wanna hold&lt;br /&gt;I wont let another minute go to waste&lt;br /&gt;I want you and your beautiful soul&lt;br /&gt;I know that you are something special&lt;br /&gt;To you I'd be always faithful&lt;br /&gt;I want to be what you always needed&lt;br /&gt;Then I hope you'll see the heart in me&lt;br /&gt;I don't want another pretty face&lt;br /&gt;I don't want just anyone to hold&lt;br /&gt;I don't want my love to go to waste&lt;br /&gt;I want you and your beautiful soul&lt;br /&gt;You're the one I wanna chase&lt;br /&gt;You're the one I wanna hold&lt;br /&gt;I wont let another minute go to waste&lt;br /&gt;I want you and your beautiful soul&lt;br /&gt;Your beautiful soul, yeah&lt;br /&gt;You might need time to think it over&lt;br /&gt;But im just fine moving forward&lt;br /&gt;I'll ease your mind&lt;br /&gt;If you give me the chance&lt;br /&gt;I will never make you cry c`mon lets try&lt;br /&gt;I don't want another pretty face&lt;br /&gt;I don't want just anyone to hold&lt;br /&gt;I don't want my love to go to waste&lt;br /&gt;I want you and your beautiful soul&lt;br /&gt;You're the one I wanna chase&lt;br /&gt;You're the one I wanna hold&lt;br /&gt;I wont let another minute go to waste&lt;br /&gt;I want you and your beautiful soul&lt;br /&gt;Am I crazy for wanting you&lt;br /&gt;Baby do you think you could want me too&lt;br /&gt;I don't wanna waste your time&lt;br /&gt;Do you see things the way I do&lt;br /&gt;I just wanna know if you feel it too&lt;br /&gt;There is nothing left to hide&lt;br /&gt;I don't want another pretty face&lt;br /&gt;I don't want just anyone to hold&lt;br /&gt;I don't want my love to go to waste&lt;br /&gt;I want you and your beautiful soul&lt;br /&gt;You're the one I wanna chase&lt;br /&gt;You're the one I wanna hold&lt;br /&gt;I wont let another minute go to waste&lt;br /&gt;I want you and your beautiful soul&lt;br /&gt;You beautiful soul, yeah&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13235022-112887069110549873?l=wherearemyhavaianas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wherearemyhavaianas.blogspot.com/feeds/112887069110549873/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13235022&amp;postID=112887069110549873&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13235022/posts/default/112887069110549873'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13235022/posts/default/112887069110549873'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wherearemyhavaianas.blogspot.com/2005/10/my-new-outlook-in-life.html' title='my new outlook in life..'/><author><name>crazy/beautiful</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10595126237064908592</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i7.photobucket.com/albums/y293/wherearemyhavaianas/jonys.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13235022.post-112886887491768816</id><published>2005-10-09T09:31:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-10-09T09:50:42.903-05:00</updated><title type='text'>be careful what you wished for..</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;i got what i wished for...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;i went club hopping last night.. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;total damage: $50&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;We first went to Failte, but since there was no dancing at 1130, we went to Curve instead. The moment we got there..the music was pumping so we hurried to find a parking spot. As soon as we got inside which is $5 per head, we went to the dance floor. Switch was being played..but after that the band started their next set which was rock. Shit! We went outside for drinks.It caused us 15 i think. Then Kuya Joel, decided that we go to 108 instead so we did. We got there past 12 so we were charged 17 per head. Can i just tell you that i will never ever go to that club again?! They didn't allow smoke cause it was all ages and believe me..we felt too old. they were really dirty dancing. guys will just grab your ass out of the blue and rub their cocks against it. It was a sight. Disgusting! I don't know if those girls knew what it meant or what could be next but they were all game for that. I dunno, when you get more mature, you mellow or tone down. I can be the life of the party and I can have fun without getting dirty and making myself look easy and cheap. I dunno..maybe I'm just old fashioned and im still pissed off..50 dollars down the drain to think that i wanted to buy the ralph lauren sweater so much! i should have bought that one instead!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Movies? I still got no word from Kia...hopefully the cinemas are open on Thanksgiving. I really wanna catch Flight Plan..it intrigues me..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Today, we plan to go Church then to the Chinese store for grocery and then stay at Mother's place then go to Chada for Thanksgiving party. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Oh and i got a Cosmo mag! I'm soo happy!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;font-size:130%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;MY &lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;dirty &lt;/span&gt;SONG FOR THE WEEK:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Black Eyed Peas - My Humps Lyrics&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc9933;"&gt;She’s got me spendin’.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc9933;"&gt;(Oh) Spendin’ all your money on me and spending time on me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc9933;"&gt;She’s got me spendin’.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc9933;"&gt;(Oh) Spendin’ all your money on me, on me, on me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc9933;"&gt;What you gon’ do with all that junk?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc9933;"&gt;All that junk inside that trunk?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc9933;"&gt;I’ma get, get, get, get you drunk,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc9933;"&gt;Get you love drunk off my hump.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc9933;"&gt;What you gon’ do with all that ass?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc9933;"&gt;All that ass inside them jeans?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc9933;"&gt;I’ma make, make, make, make you scream&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc9933;"&gt;Make you scream, make you scream.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc9933;"&gt;What you gon do with all that junk?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc9933;"&gt;All that junk inside that trunk?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc9933;"&gt;I’ma get, get, get, get you drunk,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc9933;"&gt;Get you love drunk off this hump.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc9933;"&gt;What you gon’ do wit all that breast?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc9933;"&gt;All that breast inside that shirt?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc9933;"&gt;I’ma make, make, make, make you work&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc9933;"&gt;Make you work, work, make you work.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc9933;"&gt;She’s got me spendin’.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc9933;"&gt;Spendin all your money on me and spendin’ time on me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc9933;"&gt;She’s got me spendin’.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc9933;"&gt;Spendin’ all your money on me, on me, on me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;font-size:130%;color:#cc9933;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;font-size:130%;color:#cc9933;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13235022-112886887491768816?l=wherearemyhavaianas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wherearemyhavaianas.blogspot.com/feeds/112886887491768816/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13235022&amp;postID=112886887491768816&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13235022/posts/default/112886887491768816'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13235022/posts/default/112886887491768816'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wherearemyhavaianas.blogspot.com/2005/10/be-careful-what-you-wished-for.html' title='be careful what you wished for..'/><author><name>crazy/beautiful</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10595126237064908592</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i7.photobucket.com/albums/y293/wherearemyhavaianas/jonys.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13235022.post-112793033167955262</id><published>2005-09-28T12:56:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-10-08T12:08:28.800-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;Warning: My mind is kinda cluttered so bear with me..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;LOVELIFE- zero&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;i am still trying to get over him but its hard but i think im on the right track...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;kung para sayo..para sayo pero kung hindi edi maghanap nalang ng iba! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;well, anyway, i sort of saw this guy at school who looks really nice but then my classmate made a move so now they are officially going out. grr! oh well..our instructor for the clinical is hot naman! hehe!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;SCHOOL-92&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;moving on..i got a 92% in my first exam. some would be really proud, eh..but im not kasi gusto ko perfect..gusto ko ako yung top. The thing is i wanna raise the flag of the philippines here in canada. i want them to realize that we are smart and hardworking people and government lang natin ang may problema why we are suffering so much. i want them to see that even if we are a third world country we can still provide our countrymen with a good education..na mas angat tayo kesa sa mga aral dito sa canada. Oo they can speak better pero ang spelling at ang vocab eh hindi rin sila ganon kagaling. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;CANADA&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;Although, i haven't experienced being discriminated, i know that it exists everywhere even here in Canada. Nakakainis lang kasi bakit kelangan maging issue yung kulay o race nung tao and why do we have to generalize? Ako kasi i see the person as a person hindi as a part of a group.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;I know that culture has an effect on a person's behavior pero ano ba lahat naman tayo anak ng Diyos! Nag rreact lang ako kasi sinabi sakin na ayaw ng mga Italians sa Asians. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;Gusto ko lang iquote ang auntie ko.. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;"Kung ayaw mo samin, mas sampung beses ko ayaw sayo!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;THINGS i wanna do:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;1. go clubbing&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;2. watch a hockey game&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;3. watch NBA&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;4. watch a movie (In her Shoes, Flight Plan..)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;5.  go the lake&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13235022-112793033167955262?l=wherearemyhavaianas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wherearemyhavaianas.blogspot.com/feeds/112793033167955262/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13235022&amp;postID=112793033167955262&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13235022/posts/default/112793033167955262'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13235022/posts/default/112793033167955262'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wherearemyhavaianas.blogspot.com/2005/09/warning-my-mind-is-kinda-cluttered-so.html' title=''/><author><name>crazy/beautiful</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10595126237064908592</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i7.photobucket.com/albums/y293/wherearemyhavaianas/jonys.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13235022.post-112787468646762877</id><published>2005-09-27T21:24:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-09-27T21:31:26.476-05:00</updated><title type='text'>beware!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;hindi naitatago ang sungay! *lol*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;so, wala ka nanamang gf..buti nga sayo! kasi naman mapagpanggap ka eh.hindi mo ba naisip na lalabas din ang sungay mo..sa haba nun..aba hindi mo yun basta basta matatago.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;i am so thankful na yun mga babaeng niloko mo eh hindi mahinang klase na ipagluluksa ka. GIRL POWER! aba sino ka ba? kala mo ikaw si **** ***? wala na yun.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;makakahanap ka rin ng katapat mo..o baka naman bumabawi ka kasi minsan sa buhay mo naloko ka at iniwan..pero may balik parin yan. remember.. what goes around, comes around so ingat ingat lang...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;sa mga girls out there (lalo na mga iska), wag papabiktima! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13235022-112787468646762877?l=wherearemyhavaianas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wherearemyhavaianas.blogspot.com/feeds/112787468646762877/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13235022&amp;postID=112787468646762877&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13235022/posts/default/112787468646762877'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13235022/posts/default/112787468646762877'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wherearemyhavaianas.blogspot.com/2005/09/beware.html' title='beware!'/><author><name>crazy/beautiful</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10595126237064908592</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i7.photobucket.com/albums/y293/wherearemyhavaianas/jonys.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13235022.post-112786820102138801</id><published>2005-09-27T19:26:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-09-27T19:43:21.806-05:00</updated><title type='text'>so far so good..</title><content type='html'>its been a loooong time since i last posted..been very very busy with school and work that i don't even got the time to worry about people and...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;finally, my brain is processing something worth thinking about at hindi na si..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;last saturday, i went to a wedding reception in Brampton..parang ngang wedding crasher cause i didn't know anyone. I was just a date of a friend. Yung mag-asawa i think is italian. The party was soo fun..it had games, modelling, dancing...and i got drunk...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5 shots of bailey (that was 4 in a row)&lt;br /&gt;4 glasses of sex on the beach&lt;br /&gt;1 bottle of Corona&lt;br /&gt;1 glass of red wine&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Boom! Tipsy ako. I hate the feeling of being bloated though pero ang sarap ng feeling..hehe cause back home i can't do that cause i'm driving..and shempre eto FREE and i got to meet lots of people. may flip pa nga eh who was nice to approach me just to say goodbye.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sunday, we went to Ontario Science Centre..It was the first time I went to an Omni Max Theatre and it was whoa...it got me dizzy cause i didn't know what to look at and I was sooo tired.. lack of sleep and hang over kaya ayun..nag siesta ako..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Monday, I went to school. I wore my white scrubs..aba nursing ang dating..My classmates are sooo cool. I thought kasi na puro gurang mga kaklase ko pero hindi..our bracket was 18-28.Meron din 3 may family na..mommies! Multi-cultural nga kasi may arabian, vietnamese, nigerian, jamaican, indian at kung ano ano pa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Guess what? I was told that i did not look like a Flip. One girl who worked in UAE (kung san ang daming pinoy) thought i was a European girl..Aba ang mukhang my tan is really fading. Sabi nya its because of my hair. Perhaps she was used to seeing Flips with black hair.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Super bilis ng pace ng class pero ok lang naman..madali! shempre Filipino pride. Iba talaga ang nag-aral sa Pilipinas..mas mabilis ang pick up at the same time eh marunong talaga mag english compared sa ibang races. Sa lahat ata ng Asians tayo lang ang nakakapag salita in slang.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What makes it so difficult is that i have to rush to work after so sinisingit ko yung paggawa ng homework and pag aaral.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fall narin so its relatively cold..pero ang lola mo naka shorts and sando pa sa labas pag gabi..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So far..Canada has been so good to me..pero nakakamiss ang gimiks sa Pinas especially Pyros. hehe!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, i'll update nalang again..hopefully soon.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13235022-112786820102138801?l=wherearemyhavaianas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wherearemyhavaianas.blogspot.com/feeds/112786820102138801/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13235022&amp;postID=112786820102138801&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13235022/posts/default/112786820102138801'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13235022/posts/default/112786820102138801'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wherearemyhavaianas.blogspot.com/2005/09/so-far-so-good.html' title='so far so good..'/><author><name>crazy/beautiful</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10595126237064908592</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i7.photobucket.com/albums/y293/wherearemyhavaianas/jonys.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13235022.post-112748032727833998</id><published>2005-09-23T07:46:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-09-23T07:58:47.330-05:00</updated><title type='text'>TGIF</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;finally! THANK GOD ITS FRIDAY!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;i haven't been so thrilled in my entire life..harhar.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Lord, please make this weekend great..cause the whole week has been a pain to me..and im gonna start going to school next week so im gonna be really smashed.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;THINGS to do:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;1. go to the doctor&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;2. get a police check&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;3. buy uniform and school supplies&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;4. go to the orientation&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13235022-112748032727833998?l=wherearemyhavaianas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wherearemyhavaianas.blogspot.com/feeds/112748032727833998/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13235022&amp;postID=112748032727833998&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13235022/posts/default/112748032727833998'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13235022/posts/default/112748032727833998'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wherearemyhavaianas.blogspot.com/2005/09/tgif.html' title='TGIF'/><author><name>crazy/beautiful</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10595126237064908592</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i7.photobucket.com/albums/y293/wherearemyhavaianas/jonys.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13235022.post-112730643176299429</id><published>2005-09-21T07:32:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-09-21T07:44:55.623-05:00</updated><title type='text'>so what?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;last night we talked over the phone and you still managed to tell me about your GF...that you told her about me and that its okay if we still hang out. You told me you saw her last week and you helped her move in..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;I'm confused. I don't know who to believe..I don't know if you really got back together or it was just a stupid alibi but whatever that is..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;I guess it should none of my business anymore.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Yeah, i'd still go out with you cause you've been a nice FRIEND to me..ano ngayon kung may GF ka or kung wala? The point is You want me out, eh? but then you find it hard to do. Let's just wait and see what you're up to next..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;but mind you there's always such a thing as &lt;u&gt;DEAD END&lt;/u&gt;...and &lt;u&gt;GAME OVER&lt;/u&gt;...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13235022-112730643176299429?l=wherearemyhavaianas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wherearemyhavaianas.blogspot.com/feeds/112730643176299429/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13235022&amp;postID=112730643176299429&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13235022/posts/default/112730643176299429'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13235022/posts/default/112730643176299429'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wherearemyhavaianas.blogspot.com/2005/09/so-what.html' title='so what?'/><author><name>crazy/beautiful</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10595126237064908592</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i7.photobucket.com/albums/y293/wherearemyhavaianas/jonys.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13235022.post-112726524009536816</id><published>2005-09-20T19:35:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-09-20T20:14:00.156-05:00</updated><title type='text'>360 degree turn</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;may mga tao talaga na hirap ispelingin yung bang mahal nila mahal sila pero hindi sila..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;ganito ang storya ng buhay ko at hindi ko alam kung mananatili itong ganito.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;ngayong gabi nalaman ko ang isang bagay na nagpabago ng lahat.. 360 degree turn.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Dati rati iniisip ko na pag maganda ang pakitungo mo sa isang tao eh ganun din ang ipapakita nya. Natutunan ko na hindi ganon ang buhay ng may makilala ko na pinakain mo na sa palad mo pati kamay mo kinain..Harsh diba?pero realidad yun.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Mula nun hindi na ko lubos na nagtitiwala sa tao pero may nakilala ako na lubos kong pinagkatiwalaan at kahit ang kwento ng buhay ko ay alam nya.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Isang araw bigla nalang sya nagpaalam. Hindi ko to inaasahan dahil ang saya saya namin nung mga araw na yun.Dumating daw ang dati nyang GF. Tinanggap ko ito. Wala syang masamang narinig at pinakitaan ko pa ng maganda. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Nakikipagkaibigan parin sya at pwede parin daw kami umalis gaya ng dati.Ang labo diba?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Parang part sakin hindi naniniwala sa dahilan na binigay nya. Hindi ko alam kung umaasa lang ba ako o ano. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Kanina, kausap pala ng auntie ko ang kuya nya. May okasyon sa kanila at hinahanap ako ng mga ate nya. Nun lang nalaman ng kuya nya na hindi na kami nagkikita. Ang dahilan nya? Mas mabuti na yung ganito kesa iwan lang ako pag umuwi sya. Mahihirapan lang ako. Palagay ng kuya nya may sumulsol. Tinanong ng kuya nya "gusto mo ba sya?" sagot daw nya ay magkakaganito ba ko kung hindi. Sabi ng Kuya nya kung gusto mo pakinggan mo yung sarili mo. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;So anong point ko? Wala. Do i have to make a point? Hehe..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Fate exists but it can only take you so far,Because once you're there..It's up to you to make it happen.---CAN'T HARDLY WAIT&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13235022-112726524009536816?l=wherearemyhavaianas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wherearemyhavaianas.blogspot.com/feeds/112726524009536816/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13235022&amp;postID=112726524009536816&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13235022/posts/default/112726524009536816'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13235022/posts/default/112726524009536816'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wherearemyhavaianas.blogspot.com/2005/09/360-degree-turn.html' title='360 degree turn'/><author><name>crazy/beautiful</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10595126237064908592</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i7.photobucket.com/albums/y293/wherearemyhavaianas/jonys.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13235022.post-112723129458171876</id><published>2005-09-20T10:42:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-09-20T10:50:12.386-05:00</updated><title type='text'>too much..</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;I cry &lt;em&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;FOUL&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/em&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;foul..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;for hurting me..&lt;br /&gt;for making me believe in love once again..&lt;br /&gt;for making me feel special..&lt;br /&gt;for letting me hold on to something..&lt;br /&gt;and for treating me like trash at the same time..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Like what they say, "&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Don't make someone your priority when you are just an option to them.&lt;/span&gt;"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You're harsh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If your GF is not gonna be around..please stop making me your "meantime girl".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had too much of that already..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13235022-112723129458171876?l=wherearemyhavaianas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wherearemyhavaianas.blogspot.com/feeds/112723129458171876/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13235022&amp;postID=112723129458171876&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13235022/posts/default/112723129458171876'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13235022/posts/default/112723129458171876'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wherearemyhavaianas.blogspot.com/2005/09/too-much.html' title='too much..'/><author><name>crazy/beautiful</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10595126237064908592</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i7.photobucket.com/albums/y293/wherearemyhavaianas/jonys.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13235022.post-112704704479174492</id><published>2005-09-18T07:23:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-09-18T07:37:24.796-05:00</updated><title type='text'>its final</title><content type='html'>You're all probably wondering what my last post was all about so now that i'm decided..I am gonna share it to you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last Friday, I went to CDI College to inquire. You see, I've been planning to study for the longest time. I took up the asssessment exam and I did pretty well. (Iba talaga Pinoy education..hehe!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We went to Mother's place for dinner and there's this guy who called up Mother. The thing is he is willing to help me stay in Canada which is what i wanna do. He'll gonna marry (papers only) get payment and then file a divorce after a year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The thing is I was NEVER comfortable with that idea. I don't wanna be scarred for life because of that. I NEVER wanted to put divorced in my status when I am only 23.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everyone thought it was a nice idea and we should not let this one pass.  It's the easiest way to become an immigrant, enjoy the perks of being one which is OHIP! and mas less expenses.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My immediate family told me to decide on my own but my family here in Canada thinks that its the best and practical way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alamo yung feeling na its so hard to make a decision cause it will change your life..its like a make or break situation that if you decide on something tapos it will end up on nothing..ang sakit nun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally, I decided to just go to school. Do well and try to get a job afterwards thru the school's help or have my cousin sponsor me. Although it will take me a long time to become landed. What's 2 or 3 years eh? I am still young. Who knows, dun sa period of 2 years I'm gonna meet somebody..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just hope I made the right decision.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am going to school next monday. Wish me luck!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Move over Canadians! hehe..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13235022-112704704479174492?l=wherearemyhavaianas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wherearemyhavaianas.blogspot.com/feeds/112704704479174492/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13235022&amp;postID=112704704479174492&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13235022/posts/default/112704704479174492'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13235022/posts/default/112704704479174492'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wherearemyhavaianas.blogspot.com/2005/09/its-final.html' title='its final'/><author><name>crazy/beautiful</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10595126237064908592</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i7.photobucket.com/albums/y293/wherearemyhavaianas/jonys.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13235022.post-112692052660640805</id><published>2005-09-16T20:25:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-09-16T20:28:46.610-05:00</updated><title type='text'>what da ....</title><content type='html'>i am sooooo torn!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i am about to make the biggest decision of my life..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i need a life line!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13235022-112692052660640805?l=wherearemyhavaianas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wherearemyhavaianas.blogspot.com/feeds/112692052660640805/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13235022&amp;postID=112692052660640805&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13235022/posts/default/112692052660640805'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13235022/posts/default/112692052660640805'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wherearemyhavaianas.blogspot.com/2005/09/what-da.html' title='what da ....'/><author><name>crazy/beautiful</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10595126237064908592</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i7.photobucket.com/albums/y293/wherearemyhavaianas/jonys.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13235022.post-112679546403602209</id><published>2005-09-15T09:30:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-09-15T19:38:43.506-05:00</updated><title type='text'>could it be possible?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;can i be narcoleptic and insomniac at the same time? cause i think i am.. maybe i am insomniac because i am narcoleptic?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and maybe i am fat due to sleep?and sleeping after eating?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i am not making any sense..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so to kill the boredom which will lead me to&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a. sleeping&lt;br /&gt;b. eating&lt;br /&gt;c. all of the above&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will try to fill this one up:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;101 things about ME....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. My pet name came from Mickey Mouse but I was bluffing Eryl that I don’t wnt an e on my name so it became Micky.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. I have lots of pet names..Itchelle, Micky, Mick, Chi, Pogz, Shella, Missy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. My mom told me that I pushed her when I was still a baby.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. I was named after the Beatles song, Michelle.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. I wished had two names.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. I do not know how to ride a bike.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. I don’t act and look like my age which is 23.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. When I was young, I always pretend to be asleep so that my yaya will allow me to go out in the afternoon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. Naglalaway ako pag masarap ang tulog at pagod.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. I’m not comfortable with other people taking pictures of me but I’m obsessed with taking pictures of myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11. I hate going to wash rooms.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12. I once wanted to become a photo journalist.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13.I give my all in a relationship and I don’t look back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;14. I love looking at my reflection.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;15. I am a self confessed shopaholic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;16. I have a thing for semi kalbo guys.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;17. I’d rather date someone from the South than a Manila Boy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;18. I don’t know how to play volleyball.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;19. My first bestfriend is Clairene.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;20. I had 2 boyfriends named Mark Anthony.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;21. I dated someone younger than me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;22. I am not good with “waiting games”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;23. I am super dense when comes to suitors.. They gotta tell me straight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;24. I am more comfortable dating Filipino men.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;25. I wished I did better in school.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;26. In a perfect world, I wanna study in NYU or maybe Toronto Film School.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;27. I cry when I feel so frustrated&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;28. I do things so that my dad will be proud of me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;29. My greatest achievement is graduating from UP&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;30. Lagi akong nananaginip that I’m giving birth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;31. I’m having cramps with heeled sandals so I always wear flip flops&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;32. I am one with the beach.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;33. I feel sad when it rains..I feel so alone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;34. Baghy, my dog is my life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;35. I love to tease people and I tease the ones I love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;36. I used to dream of a fancy wedding but now I dream of a beautiful married life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;37. I want to be married by the age of 25 and have kids by the age of 27.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;38. I want a big family.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;39. I want to go to Bahamas and Greece.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;40. I sing like Grover of Sesame Street&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;41. I enjoy unplanned out of town trips&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;42. Reality Bites is my all time favorite movie&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;43. I do not pray all the time but I try to do good things to make up for it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;44. No matter how much perfume I put on, it wears off easily.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;45. I am allergic to face powders.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;46. I have 3 scars and my dad hates it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;47. I open my life to anyone so easily.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;48. I can have a chat with a stranger.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;49. I onced wished I was a guy. (PMS?)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;50. I always have an excuse for something.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;51. I always use the word..infairness ( does that mean I am just?!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;52. I wanna have a belly pierce&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;53. I did not eat rice and ret meat for more than a year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;54. I used to hate pork but now Sinigang is one of my favorite.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;55. The family member who knows me in and out is my cousin, Jake&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;56. I am a book worm since I was a child.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;57. I am a self confessed weirdo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;58. When I’m really tired, I get tipsy with one bottle.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;59. With reference to #16, all my exes were semi kal at one point.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;60.I can sit in front of the computer for hours..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;61. I moved out of the house when I graduated.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;62. I did one crazy thing that I regret until now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;63. I used to have a Barbie collection.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;64. I miss having braces.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;65. I can't live without my cellphone and I got two ( 1 for globe and 1 for bell)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;66. I get turned off with guys who spend so much time and money on their cars.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;67. I wish I was a latina.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;68. I love J. Lo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;69. I alway think what it was like if i went to La Salle.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;70. I will always stand up for my friends and family members.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;71. I do not befriend exes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;72. I am good with kids and with mothers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;73. Ialmost brought a beggar home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;74. My first car is a silver 1996 Lancer GLXi.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;75. I always get into a car accident.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;76. I cry my way out of a violation ticket.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;77. I prefer watching movies alone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;78. I am proud of my parent's achievements.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;79. I got smashed once and ended up sleeping with puke on my shirt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;80. I am a frustrated swimmer but I can swim.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;81. I first entered and played a casino in Niagara.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;82. I like Jericho Rosales and Yael Yuzon of Sponge Cola.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;83. My favorite chocolate is Alpine White.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;84. I find italian guys cool.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;85. I try not to miss episodes of tele novelas&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;86. I wanna be like Gary V who inspires people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;87. I like who I am here in Canada.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;88. I used to like the brand Benetton when I was younger.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;89. I like the color pink and dark green.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;90. I wanna learn martial arts and soccer. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;91. Kuya Roel is one of the nicest person i've ever met.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;92. I am afraid of going to the dentist.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;93. I am more afraid of going to hospitals and getting blood samples.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;94. I am what you are to me. If you don't like me, I don't like you more.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;95. I am transparent. I smile when I'm happy and I am quiet when I'm down.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;96. I wanna make short films soon.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;97. I regret begging people to stay.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;98. I wish my thesis was something more interesting.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;99. I'd like to think that life is fair.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;100. I wish for world peace even if I am not a beauty pageant contestant.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;101. I am in the process of knowing myself.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13235022-112679546403602209?l=wherearemyhavaianas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wherearemyhavaianas.blogspot.com/feeds/112679546403602209/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13235022&amp;postID=112679546403602209&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13235022/posts/default/112679546403602209'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13235022/posts/default/112679546403602209'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wherearemyhavaianas.blogspot.com/2005/09/can-it-be-possible.html' title='could it be possible?'/><author><name>crazy/beautiful</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10595126237064908592</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i7.photobucket.com/albums/y293/wherearemyhavaianas/jonys.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13235022.post-112679460954155879</id><published>2005-09-15T09:10:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-09-15T09:30:09.626-05:00</updated><title type='text'>keep on learning..</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;We meet people for a reason and we learn something from them. Like today, I was browsing CJ's uber wonderful blog and it says..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;"Relationships are like glass, sometimes its better &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;to leave them broken than to try to hurt yourself&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;putting it back together...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;Or worse, have nothing &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;strong to bind it together.."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;This one really struck me cause its always like that. I let go of something and leave it broken and forget about it. I am not friends at all with my exes but we are civil. I was taught not to be rude even to people who deserve no respect.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;So, there's this guy..I can't say that he's an ex but he's part of the past. He keeps on checking on me and hoping that we're still friends and that we can still hang out like before. I always reply pero i know he feels the chill in messages. Today, I woke up thinking of texting him first and I did. It was just a quote I got from pinoyexchange.com. It says "Valuing someone is not merely by seeing eachother everyday. What counts is that somehow in our busy lives we continue to remember." Here is his response... "I will never ever forget you. You become part of my life.You will always have a place in my heart." &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;I don't know how to react to that..I just told him that I will always be a friend. (friend lang..bwahaha!) I don't know if I did the right thing. I wanna know how it feels to be friends with someone who once broke your heart. Would things be any different? Would it be better than the start cause we've been through a lot or will it cause me much more heartache? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Is it better to leave it broken? or try to put it back together even if i am unsure if there is something to bind the broken pieces..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Life is a learning process. I guess there's always something new to learn each day.. Let's see...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;For now..I'll just keep on taking obstacles as a tool to learn (pero Lord dahan dahan naman kasi slow learner ako..hilig ko kasi mag day dream eh..)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13235022-112679460954155879?l=wherearemyhavaianas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wherearemyhavaianas.blogspot.com/feeds/112679460954155879/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13235022&amp;postID=112679460954155879&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13235022/posts/default/112679460954155879'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13235022/posts/default/112679460954155879'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wherearemyhavaianas.blogspot.com/2005/09/keep-on-learning.html' title='keep on learning..'/><author><name>crazy/beautiful</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10595126237064908592</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i7.photobucket.com/albums/y293/wherearemyhavaianas/jonys.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13235022.post-112670954440763373</id><published>2005-09-14T09:31:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-09-14T09:52:24.470-05:00</updated><title type='text'>my prayer...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;It's wednesday, a few more days and weekend na naman.. pera na naman na bigla nalang maglalaho parang bula dahil may hold up na mangyayari sa dentista ko. pakshet naman bunot lang aabot na ng $100 pero wala naman akong choice. isang ngipin lang yun ah.oh well, sana lang hindi masakit. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;tomorrow is  sean's birthday..i'd probably get him a chocolate bar cause he's sooo nice to me..Just to show that good deeds beget good rewards.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;I came across Tina's blog and naka-relate na naman ako...bakit kaya ganon..hindi tayo matuto-tuto? Yun bang naiwan ka na at naloko eh handa parin tayong mag risk pag may dumating na inaakala nating "iba" pero sa huli mas masahol pa pala sa kanilang lahat combined. yun bang alam na nila yung life story mo and you can't afford to get hurt again pero ginawa parin nila. ang sama diba? napaka insensitive.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;Siguro swerte parin ako dahil kahit na nangyare sakin yun dito eh buo parin akong haharap sa kanya. Na sya itong nagtetext sakin at nangangamusta at nagsasabi na i promised you this before so here it is or tell me if you still want it. Hindi ko alam kung guilt trip ba o ano.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;Minsan iniisip ko na baka wrong time lang. Yun bang para sayo pero hindi pa ngayon. Kumbaga baka sa huli eh kami ang magkatuluyan..only God knows pero ako may tiwala ako kay Lord na bibigyan nya ko ng tamang tao sa tamang oras. Nakakainip talaga. Minsan gusto ko na sabihin na Lord, napakamapagbiro mo naman.Bat naman ligwak na naman sana hindi mo nalang binigay pero alam ko na sa bawat pagsubok eh may natutunan tayo. Gaya ngayon, nakakaya ko na hindi magalit sa kanya. Alam ko at alam nya na maling mali ang ginawa nya pero wala syang narinig na kahit anong masasakit na salita sakin. Tama na yung alam nya na nasaktan nya ko at hindi maganda yung ginawa nya. The burden is not with me dahil hindi ako yung nakasakit. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;Magulo. Hindi ko parin mapaliwanag sa sarili ko kung anong nangyare pero in God's time..malalaman ko ang kasagutan. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;Sabi nga ng idol ko na si Gary V..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Teach me to trust in you with all of my heart. To lean not on my own understanding.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13235022-112670954440763373?l=wherearemyhavaianas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wherearemyhavaianas.blogspot.com/feeds/112670954440763373/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13235022&amp;postID=112670954440763373&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13235022/posts/default/112670954440763373'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13235022/posts/default/112670954440763373'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wherearemyhavaianas.blogspot.com/2005/09/my-prayer.html' title='my prayer...'/><author><name>crazy/beautiful</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10595126237064908592</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i7.photobucket.com/albums/y293/wherearemyhavaianas/jonys.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13235022.post-112670822265993514</id><published>2005-09-14T09:15:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-09-14T09:30:22.893-05:00</updated><title type='text'>proud to be a flip</title><content type='html'>Maraming Pinoy dito sa Canada. Sa bawat lugar ata may makikita kang pinoy lalo na pag linggo..sama sama sila sa simbahan at kakain sa labas pagkatapos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bagamat maraming pinoy din dito ang umaastang canadian na nakakairita kung tatanungin.  Bilib masyado sa puti at tinutulad ang kanilang mga sarili. Sa bansa tulad ng Canada na halo halo ang mga lahi. Bakit kelangan natin mag blend sa mga puti? May mga marunong naman magsalita ng tagalog ngunit nag iingles parin kahit tinatagalog sila ng kausap nila.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bilib ako sa Pinoy.Ibang iba ang kultura ng puti sa atin. Nagulat si Linda, isang Canadian na nakatira ang mga magulang ng kanyang kapit bahay na Pinoy sa kanila at lagi daw may mga bisita. Hindi ma-take ng mga puti na may ibang tao sa bahay nila kahit pa ina ng asawa nila.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hindi ko alam kung bakit pinipilit ng Pinoy na maging westernized samantalang maganda ang pagpapalaki sa atin. Tinuruan tayo gumalang at wag sumagot sa nakatatanda, na mag sabi ng thank you at mag sorry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ako proud ako na Pinoy ako.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kayo?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13235022-112670822265993514?l=wherearemyhavaianas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wherearemyhavaianas.blogspot.com/feeds/112670822265993514/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13235022&amp;postID=112670822265993514&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13235022/posts/default/112670822265993514'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13235022/posts/default/112670822265993514'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wherearemyhavaianas.blogspot.com/2005/09/proud-to-be-flip.html' title='proud to be a flip'/><author><name>crazy/beautiful</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10595126237064908592</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i7.photobucket.com/albums/y293/wherearemyhavaianas/jonys.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13235022.post-112636310100377910</id><published>2005-09-10T09:15:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-09-10T09:42:34.906-05:00</updated><title type='text'>a hell of a night!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt;basically, i got my cash yesterday. ate gay dropped me off at woodview cause mother prepared us dinner...BULALO as requested complete with utak..yum yum!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i really had a head ache so i wanted to go out and watch people playing soccer or baseball at the park nearby or just hang out at tim hortons glen erin..very memorable place if you ask me..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;since aaronne missed me so much, he refused to allow me to leave so after watching the video of the party last weekend, we went home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we hanged out at the front deck as always and called tita mitz. tita mitz was meeting Beth cause Beth wants to hook up with a guy..so they planned to go to Valhalla, a singles night club at Etobicoke. since i was soooo bored to death and its a friday night (you'd know how important weekends are after days of turmoil) and since jen is coming to..i said yes plus kuya joel is gonna go there too as soon as ate jing gets home.i usually feel hesitant not going with kuya joel. its weird eh cause we're cousins but we really get along very well...same trippings..especially going dancing. actually, i dont want meet anyone.i just wanna go clubbing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so tita mitz, beth, jen (who looks like nancy the artista) went inside. OMG! there was this OLD man who approached me and asked me to dance. I WAS FREAKING OUT!!! I didn't know what to say so tita mitz was pointing to beth but the man said he wanted to dance with me and I just said I am waiting for somebody so he eventually asked beth to dance. This happened to me twice. The other guy was an indian i think and he doesn't smell good. I ditched him on the dance floor and started dancing with Kuya Joel who was already dancing at the time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am really into dancing you know..cause I sing so bad so I might as well learn how to dance well, eh?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think I had fun except for the encounters with the guys at the club.Jen and I were like how come we opted to go here and not in downtown toronto? and I said..so we will know where NOT to go?! LOL!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm starting to think that our color is very much appreciated here in Canada cause it was Beth and I who got offers to dance..and we are both tan..well mine's is fading already.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think I wanna go to the beach..&lt;br /&gt;Maybe Kia wants to go....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I soooo like this song and the lyrics too..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Stay by Cueshe&lt;/strong&gt; ( i had no idea about this band till i saw them at Game knb?)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I believe&lt;br /&gt;We shouldnt let the moment pass us by&lt;br /&gt;Life's too short&lt;br /&gt;We shouldnt wait for the water to run dry&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Think about it&lt;br /&gt;Cause we only have one shot at destiny&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All im asking&lt;br /&gt;Could it possibly be you and me?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So if you'd still go, i'll understand&lt;br /&gt;Would you give me something just to hold on to?&lt;br /&gt;And if you'll stay, ill hold your hand&lt;br /&gt;Cause im truly, madly, crazily in love with you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Time has come&lt;br /&gt;For us to go our separate ways&lt;br /&gt;God forbid&lt;br /&gt;But my mind is going crazy today&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel so cold&lt;br /&gt;Feel so numb&lt;br /&gt;Im having nightmares but im awake&lt;br /&gt;Help me lord&lt;br /&gt;Fight this loneliness&lt;br /&gt;Take this pain away&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So if you'd still go, i'll understand&lt;br /&gt;Would you give me something just to hold on to?&lt;br /&gt;And if you'll stay, ill hold your hand&lt;br /&gt;Cause im truly, madly, crazily in love with you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now that you're gone, im all alone&lt;br /&gt;Im still hoping that you would come back home&lt;br /&gt;Dont care how long, but im willing to wait&lt;br /&gt;Cause im truly, madly, crazily in love with you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13235022-112636310100377910?l=wherearemyhavaianas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wherearemyhavaianas.blogspot.com/feeds/112636310100377910/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13235022&amp;postID=112636310100377910&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13235022/posts/default/112636310100377910'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13235022/posts/default/112636310100377910'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wherearemyhavaianas.blogspot.com/2005/09/hell-of-night.html' title='a hell of a night!'/><author><name>crazy/beautiful</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10595126237064908592</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i7.photobucket.com/albums/y293/wherearemyhavaianas/jonys.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13235022.post-112626993329848783</id><published>2005-09-09T07:36:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-09-09T11:31:55.196-05:00</updated><title type='text'>almost weekend</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;hurrraaaay! its finally friday and im gonna have cash =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm saving up for a digital camera..while waiting for a sale..maybe i can wait till boxing day..hehe!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway, i watched game ka na ba last night and saw this cute guy from sponge cola..his name is Yael Yuzon. He's cute with a boy next door image. Jay from Cueshe is cute also in a manly way. I like Cueshe's song, Stay but damn imesh..i can't open it! i've been dying to download songs..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's a couple of songs I got yesterday..too bad i ran out of blank audio cds...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;Don't lie by Black Eyed Peas&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;Grind with me by Pretty Ricky&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;We're in Heaven by DJ Sammy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;Everytime we touch by Tixiana&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;Lose Control by Missy Elliot&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;Behind these Hazel Eyes by Kelly Clarkson&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;Switch by Will Smith&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;Pon de Replay by Rihanna&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13235022-112626993329848783?l=wherearemyhavaianas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wherearemyhavaianas.blogspot.com/feeds/112626993329848783/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13235022&amp;postID=112626993329848783&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13235022/posts/default/112626993329848783'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13235022/posts/default/112626993329848783'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wherearemyhavaianas.blogspot.com/2005/09/almost-weekend.html' title='almost weekend'/><author><name>crazy/beautiful</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10595126237064908592</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i7.photobucket.com/albums/y293/wherearemyhavaianas/jonys.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13235022.post-112619467120181527</id><published>2005-09-08T10:42:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-09-09T09:40:17.460-05:00</updated><title type='text'>anger management...</title><content type='html'>remember the IM i posted..she caught me online and started getting personal and trying nail me..but then..haha! dream on..i know to stand on my own now at kahit ano pang ibato nya sakin eh i don't care. i am not in any order to please anybody.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so here's to you..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;GET a life! i don't give a shit about you and your EX boyfriend. It just so happened that the two of us are friends and that won't change. sorry for you...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13235022-112619467120181527?l=wherearemyhavaianas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wherearemyhavaianas.blogspot.com/feeds/112619467120181527/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13235022&amp;postID=112619467120181527&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13235022/posts/default/112619467120181527'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13235022/posts/default/112619467120181527'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wherearemyhavaianas.blogspot.com/2005/09/anger-management.html' title='anger management...'/><author><name>crazy/beautiful</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10595126237064908592</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i7.photobucket.com/albums/y293/wherearemyhavaianas/jonys.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13235022.post-112618807999971896</id><published>2005-09-08T08:30:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-09-08T09:16:58.013-05:00</updated><title type='text'>JobPredictor.com</title><content type='html'>Screw my sister for introducing this to me..now i'm gonna be strained for life!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I first tried Michelle (which is my birth name) and it said..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Michelle, Your ideal job is a Shoplifter. (Okaaay! It was not me who stole small stuffs from the shop yesterday and I wasn't even around...)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and so i tried my nick name and typed in Micky..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Micky, your ideal job is a Satan. (yeah boy..maybe i was born and bound to be EVIL! bwahaha! watch out everybody!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then i was chatting with Clai so i tried hers and everybody else and here it is..it gets even better!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Clairene Gay, Your ideal job is a Cowboy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Joy Marie, Your ideal job is a Reality TV Show star.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Renelyn Joy, Your ideal job is a Soap Actor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Conie, Your ideal job is a Ping pong ball inspector.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eileen Giselle, Your ideal job is a … who are you kidding, you work?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whats funny is that Gay really gets along with everybody even if she's a Taurus (haha..j/k!) and Joy has a story to tell..her life is soo interesting that she can earn millions for that. What's interesting about Rjoy is that we often tease Joy and her as TWINS..and they got the same line of profession. Conie on the otherhand has a weird job and she probably works with my dad..and Eizel..oh yeah..she's still a student so she's not on the same street as everyone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want my baby girl to be named Jessica (Sweet Valley) Haley (from One Tree Hill) and her ideal job is a Garden Gnome..and Gabriel Lorenzo for my baby boy..and his ideal job is a God for everyone..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aba ang God at Satan nagsama!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13235022-112618807999971896?l=wherearemyhavaianas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wherearemyhavaianas.blogspot.com/feeds/112618807999971896/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13235022&amp;postID=112618807999971896&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13235022/posts/default/112618807999971896'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13235022/posts/default/112618807999971896'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wherearemyhavaianas.blogspot.com/2005/09/jobpredictorcom.html' title='JobPredictor.com'/><author><name>crazy/beautiful</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10595126237064908592</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i7.photobucket.com/albums/y293/wherearemyhavaianas/jonys.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13235022.post-112618567051537658</id><published>2005-09-08T08:18:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-09-08T08:21:10.516-05:00</updated><title type='text'>one more!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;when my mom was still working..the new suppliers thought her last name is tolentino so they kept on calling her mrs. tolentino.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;i shared this story to ben when i chatted with my mom about him..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;SOOOOOOOO WEIRD, eh?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;maybe we were tolentino in our past life? SHUT UP micky! that's more weird! you gotta stop now!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13235022-112618567051537658?l=wherearemyhavaianas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wherearemyhavaianas.blogspot.com/feeds/112618567051537658/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13235022&amp;postID=112618567051537658&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13235022/posts/default/112618567051537658'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13235022/posts/default/112618567051537658'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wherearemyhavaianas.blogspot.com/2005/09/one-more.html' title='one more!'/><author><name>crazy/beautiful</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10595126237064908592</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i7.photobucket.com/albums/y293/wherearemyhavaianas/jonys.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13235022.post-112618515834234076</id><published>2005-09-08T07:54:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-09-08T08:17:53.040-05:00</updated><title type='text'>what people do for love...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;yesterday, we turned the a/c off so it was warm in my room. no more tucking myself in a comforter and since i was so used to it, i felt naked without it. I woke up feeling cold though cause it was raining really hard. I don't like the weather..it makes me sad..its so dark outside! wait till its winter...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;you know what the memory of ben haunts and &lt;strong&gt;FREAKS&lt;/strong&gt; me every single day..can you just believe that when we went to marineland..ate tina kept on calling atoy by his real name and it was ben. 2 days ago, i called the dentist for schedule..i gave them my last name and even spelled it out and the girl said..it that tolentino? waaaaah!!!! not again! and every single day i keep on hearing his name because sean keeps on asking permission if he can go to Ben (his friend)'s house.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;strong&gt;THIS is BEN and TOLENTINO overload!!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;Maybe it's a sign that i should check on him..as a gesture of a nice Christian. Haha!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;Now, i wonder how Kia is doing..I sort of said to him that i can't go out with him because of work. I am really so drained after 6...and kuya joel can attest to that.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;Anyway, here's a surprising message i got this morning..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;ingelisecdy (9/6/2005 12:32:39 PM): alam mo kung type mo si king then just go for it&lt;br /&gt;ingelisecdy: you dont have to say things to him na para makalimutan niya ako, you dont know anything so hiwag kang atribida okay!!!! no wonder you dont have lots of friends that you have to go to canada to start a new life. just fuck off!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Ooooh.. the things people do for love, eh?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13235022-112618515834234076?l=wherearemyhavaianas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wherearemyhavaianas.blogspot.com/feeds/112618515834234076/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13235022&amp;postID=112618515834234076&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13235022/posts/default/112618515834234076'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13235022/posts/default/112618515834234076'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wherearemyhavaianas.blogspot.com/2005/09/what-people-do-for-love.html' title='what people do for love...'/><author><name>crazy/beautiful</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10595126237064908592</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i7.photobucket.com/albums/y293/wherearemyhavaianas/jonys.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13235022.post-112610132745981438</id><published>2005-09-07T08:43:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-09-07T08:55:27.860-05:00</updated><title type='text'>what a jackshit!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;i started working yesterday! holy cow! i was sooo busy from 2 to 6. i went home so EXHAUSTED!!! i told myself that i will not eat rice anymore pero ayun..i ate rice for dinner..suicide ata gagawin ko if i won't. don't get me wrong..i like my job...think of it as burning calories and earning 200 dollars/week. aba magkano yun in peso?18 grand?! not bad, eh?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;i talked to mother last night and this is what i learned..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;that jackshit told his friend who told mother's friend that we broke up already! okaaaaay! was there even an US in the first place?! he told people from work that i am his girl friend without my knowledge tapos after what happened last week eh break na kami and press release nya?! ok ah..its like gf ko sya pero break na kami pag nalaman nya..haha! PASTILAN! feeling mo ngayon ang gwapo mo! dinisplay mo ko na "gf" mo sa party..okay ka din ah..sana masaya ka na! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13235022-112610132745981438?l=wherearemyhavaianas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wherearemyhavaianas.blogspot.com/feeds/112610132745981438/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13235022&amp;postID=112610132745981438&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13235022/posts/default/112610132745981438'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13235022/posts/default/112610132745981438'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wherearemyhavaianas.blogspot.com/2005/09/what-jackshit.html' title='what a jackshit!'/><author><name>crazy/beautiful</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10595126237064908592</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i7.photobucket.com/albums/y293/wherearemyhavaianas/jonys.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13235022.post-112596568210981249</id><published>2005-09-05T18:43:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-11-07T13:58:41.196-05:00</updated><title type='text'>long weekend</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Friday&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;he texted me...wala lang..i think im becoming indifferent towards him..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;para que? gaya nga ng sabi ni "mother"..kung ayaw mo samin..sampung beses kong mas ayaw sayo!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Saturday&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we went to "everybody loves marineland". we were jampacked inside the van.it was so fun but my bombom ached so much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i just rode 2 rides..the sky screamer with kuya joel and dragon mountain, the world's largest rollercoaster with kuya joel, ate tina and the kids TWICE! the first ride, we sat at the back..the next time we tried the front..its better at the back..more thrilling!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it was also my first time to see dolphins, sea lions, seals, deers, bears and sharks. the sea lions were so adorable and so intelligent. i think i wanna be an animal trainer..hehe!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6909/1155/1600/sky_screamer.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 233px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 319px" height="342" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6909/1155/320/sky_screamer.jpg" width="263" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6909/1155/1600/pic1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" height="286" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6909/1155/320/pic1.jpg" width="389" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6909/1155/1600/pic3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 372px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 280px" height="231" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6909/1155/320/pic3.jpg" width="372" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6909/1155/1600/pic2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" height="245" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6909/1155/320/pic2.jpg" width="284" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Sunday&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;Baby JR's Baptismal!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;We went to Square One Older Adult Centre to party and have some booze..Kia went there =) Tita Mitz, Kia, Liz and I went to Failte, an Irish pub to get Tita Mitz hammered.(I was asked for an ID when i re entered the pub and i brought one..God thing the umbrella from my drink is with Kia so Kia told the guy that we just when outside infact we still have this with us!)Tita Mitz drank 2 bottles of beer at the party, 5 shots of teq at the pub, 1 martini and the rest of what was left on a Polish drink Liz had at home. We went to Liz's place to watch Wedding Crasher but I ended up sleeping! I woke up as soon as the movie was over. I dunno if Kia slept too cause I know he's sleepy also and he has seen the flick already. He's inviting me to his pad cause he has jacuzzi but I got work..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Monday&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;The BUZZ! shempre talk of the town ang lola mo..they thought i drank at the party when in fact i wasn't able to finish a bottle cause tita mitz kept on drinking the beer i was holding so i ended up getting and getting from the bar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we had barbeque at the backyard today. Tita mitz, her gay friend Rey and Ate Tina's family came over. I am so bloated! I am such a PIG. I promise to go on a diet starting tomorrow. My "work" starts tomorrow too..I am soooo apprehensive..&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/13235022-112596568210981249?l=wherearemyhavaianas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wherearemyhavaianas.blogspot.com/feeds/112596568210981249/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13235022&amp;postID=112596568210981249&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13235022/posts/default/112596568210981249'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13235022/posts/default/112596568210981249'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wherearemyhavaianas.blogspot.com/2005/09/long-weekend.html' title='long weekend'/><author><name>crazy/beautiful</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10595126237064908592</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i7.photobucket.com/albums/y293/wherearemyhavaianas/jonys.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13235022.post-112562327648317366</id><published>2005-09-01T20:02:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-09-01T20:23:14.200-05:00</updated><title type='text'>happy birthday!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#99ffff;"&gt;got back from detiny's birthday party. destiny is ate tina's niece. she's fil-am...very pretty kid if you ask me (i think i wanna marry a white boy..hehe!). i am so full and so bloated..i am so fat like a PIG! and with no exercise whatsoever.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ffff;"&gt;have i told you that ate tina is such a &lt;strong&gt;loka loka&lt;/strong&gt;. when i met kia..she did all the talking. she asked kia what do you want coffee?tea?or me? i am a mother by day and single by night. you know what she did today?the ball the kids were playing with went outside the fence. when i looked, the teenage guy was holding it asking if it was our ball so i got it from him. when we were leaving her place, the guy was outside his house. so, ate tina talked to the mom and told her that she wanted steven to meet me..so the mother called his son and introduced us..it was soooo embarassing! ate tina even went inside to get a paper so we could exchange email addresses. holy cow! talagang si ate tina..baliw! kaya siguro kahit we're more than 10 years apart eh naeenjoy ko yung company nya.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ffff;"&gt;anyway, gas here is freaking expensive!!! more than a dollar per liter..almost a dollar and 90 cents i think..mag llong weekend pa naman (labor day).we're going to marine land.sana hindi heavy yung traffic.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ffff;"&gt;sunday pala is Edmund Serge's christening. i'm his ninang! he's the second child of my cousin, Edmund. wow naming your child after you..haha! so Filipino! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;before i forget...today is my sister and my good friend, carlo's birthday... HAPPY BIRTHDAY!!!! and also francis from YFC!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13235022-112562327648317366?l=wherearemyhavaianas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wherearemyhavaianas.blogspot.com/feeds/112562327648317366/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13235022&amp;postID=112562327648317366&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13235022/posts/default/112562327648317366'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13235022/posts/default/112562327648317366'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wherearemyhavaianas.blogspot.com/2005/09/happy-birthday.html' title='happy birthday!!'/><author><name>crazy/beautiful</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10595126237064908592</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i7.photobucket.com/albums/y293/wherearemyhavaianas/jonys.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13235022.post-112562291551118185</id><published>2005-09-01T19:49:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-09-01T20:01:55.516-05:00</updated><title type='text'>i am sooo okay!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;unbelievably..i am so over! nakakatuwa nga eh at nakakabilib...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;i don't wanna be mean or anything but between the two us..its actually &lt;u&gt;&lt;strong&gt;NOT &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/u&gt;my loss..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;ang dami dyan! (erin mills hehe!) i know my worth so basically i should not even settle for less.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;tama sya..i deserve someone better..i deserve the best and God is preparing that person for me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;actually, this morning i said to JK na nakakatakot na kasi lagi nalang ganito nangyayare sakin..parang i don't wanna take chances anymore..but JK said to me..when he's the right one..you wouldn't even be scared or have doubts..he'll take it all away. just wait..patiently..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;yeah..good things come to all those who wait..and yes..good girls always finish last..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13235022-112562291551118185?l=wherearemyhavaianas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wherearemyhavaianas.blogspot.com/feeds/112562291551118185/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13235022&amp;postID=112562291551118185&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13235022/posts/default/112562291551118185'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13235022/posts/default/112562291551118185'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wherearemyhavaianas.blogspot.com/2005/09/i-am-sooo-okay.html' title='i am sooo okay!'/><author><name>crazy/beautiful</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10595126237064908592</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i7.photobucket.com/albums/y293/wherearemyhavaianas/jonys.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13235022.post-112557929424682222</id><published>2005-09-01T07:35:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-09-01T08:52:31.276-05:00</updated><title type='text'>still hanging on</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;its hard to mature in the Philippines..really! cause people and events stop you to..because there is always someone to cling on to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i never expected to mature so fast here in Canada...the angsty me is no longer here. its like im a totally different person who can manage and enjoy things that come my way with less bitterness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The past 12 hours was the most crucial for me. I thought I was gonna go back to my old self. I thought the wounds are emerging once again but I find myself at peace..and more of shocked how life can be harsh at times.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am not the type who has this personal relationship with the Lord. I want to but I don't know. I always end up screwing it. Well, last Sunday, I talked to him and asked for a sign. I think he did give me one but it was to painful to believe so I asked another one..and gave the same answer.&lt;br /&gt;It was only last night that I realized HIM trying to talk to me...to spare me from pain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My cousin's wife was surprised to see how I managed to deal with the situation. I should have cursed and told nasty things but I remained calm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I realized a few things through this experience...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;1. No one dies from heartbreak!&lt;br /&gt;2. It can't rain all the time right? The sun has to shine somehow..&lt;br /&gt;3. Tears aren't forever too.&lt;br /&gt;4. There is someone out there willing to get wounded just to be able to put back the pieces of my broken heart together.&lt;br /&gt;5. there is no such thing as forever but there is such a thing called ALWAYS.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so there...I'm just gonna wait while singing this song...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://lyrical.nl/artist/1160"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;Boy meets girl&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt; - Waiting for a star to fall&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;I hear your name whispered on the wind&lt;br /&gt;It's a sound that makes me cry&lt;br /&gt;I hear a song blow again and again&lt;br /&gt;Through my mind and I don't know why&lt;br /&gt;I wish I didn't feel so strong about you&lt;br /&gt;Like happiness and love revolve around you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Trying to catch your heart&lt;br /&gt;Is like trying to catch a star&lt;br /&gt;So many people love you baby&lt;br /&gt;That must be what you are&lt;br /&gt;Waiting for a star to fallAnd carry your heart into my arms&lt;br /&gt;That's where you belong&lt;br /&gt;In my arms baby, yeah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've learned to feel what I cannot see&lt;br /&gt;But with you I lose that vision&lt;br /&gt;I don't know how to dream your dream&lt;br /&gt;So I'm all caught up in superstition&lt;br /&gt;I want to reach out and pull you to me&lt;br /&gt;Who says I should let a wild one go free&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Trying to catch your heart&lt;br /&gt;Is like trying to catch a star&lt;br /&gt;But I can't love you this much baby&lt;br /&gt;And love you from this far&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Waiting for a star to fall&lt;br /&gt;And carry your heart into my arms&lt;br /&gt;That's where you belong&lt;br /&gt;In my arms baby, yeah&lt;br /&gt;Waiting (however long...)&lt;br /&gt;I don't like waiting (I'll wait for you...)&lt;br /&gt;It's so hard waiting (don't be too long...)&lt;br /&gt;Seems like waiting (makes me love you even more...)&lt;br /&gt;Waiting for a star to fall&lt;br /&gt;And carry your heart into my arms&lt;br /&gt;That's where you belong&lt;br /&gt;In my arms baby, yeah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;**memorable song..heard it the last time we were together..&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13235022-112557929424682222?l=wherearemyhavaianas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wherearemyhavaianas.blogspot.com/feeds/112557929424682222/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13235022&amp;postID=112557929424682222&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link 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sa bilis ng mga pangyayari..malamang mas over ang reaction ng mga tao sa paligid ko..masakit oo.parang ang hirap magsimula ulit.ang araw araw ngayon.tapos na ang ilang araw na pag ulan pero parang ang buhay ko tag ulan parin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nakakapagod. nakakasawa. yun bang ubos na ubos na pero nagtiwala ka at umasa na may patutunguang maganda only to find out na..pasensya na kami na ulit. ang sakit! sabi ko sa sarili ko last na 'to kasi hindi ko na kakayanin ng isa pa...para ngang hindi ko na kaya.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;natutulala ako..dapat sanay na ko sa ganito sa dami ng pinagdaanan ko..hindi pa pala..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;kelan kaya masasanay ang isang tao na masaktan at iwanan?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13235022-112557312080807757?l=wherearemyhavaianas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://i7.photobucket.com/albums/y293/wherearemyhavaianas/jonys.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13235022.post-112554460645953948</id><published>2005-08-31T22:12:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-09-03T08:10:41.656-05:00</updated><title type='text'>how to lose a guy in 40 days...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;river_micky: here's the msg&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;river_micky: 2 weeks ago before i met u.i broke up w/ my gf.remember d argument we had dat night.i had d same &amp;amp; dats d reason why i broke up with her. she called me n let me know dat she got a job down here n wants to giv it another shot. i said yes. i still luv her.im sorry it has 2 end this way.we cud stil b friends.ur a great girl some1 deserv u better&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;Mark Villacorta: SHIT&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;river_micky: mark,hindi ko na alam&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;river_micky: mag bbreakdown na ata ako&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;Mark Villacorta: forget it. he's dumped you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;Mark Villacorta: HIS LOSS.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;river_micky: mark, not again&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;river_micky: tama na&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;Mark Villacorta: tama na nga. you deserve better. forget him&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;river_micky: bat ganon&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;river_micky: lagi nalang ako yung agrabyado&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;Mark Villacorta: it happens&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;Mark Villacorta: can't explain why?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;river_micky: anong sasabihin ko sa kanya&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;Mark Villacorta: maybe you're paying now for something great in the future? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;sa totoo lang..ang mga sinabi nalang ni mark ang pinanghahawakan ko..sana nga...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;thanks&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13235022-112554460645953948?l=wherearemyhavaianas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://i7.photobucket.com/albums/y293/wherearemyhavaianas/jonys.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13235022.post-112552680517370700</id><published>2005-08-31T17:16:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-08-31T17:20:05.176-05:00</updated><title type='text'>to my little secret...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;Remember when you told me that all you have is nothing because there's a missing piece in your life..I felt sad. Andito naman ako ah! bat ka ganyan!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Here's to you...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Just because no one has been fortunate enough&lt;br /&gt;to realize what a gold mine you are,&lt;br /&gt;doesn't mean you shine any less.&lt;br /&gt;Just because no one has been smart enough&lt;br /&gt;to figure out that you can't be topped,&lt;br /&gt;doesn't stop you from being the best.&lt;br /&gt;Just because no one has come along&lt;br /&gt;to share your life,&lt;br /&gt;doesn't mean that day isn't coming.&lt;br /&gt;Just because no one has made&lt;br /&gt;this race worthwhile,&lt;br /&gt;doesn't give you permission to stop running.&lt;br /&gt;Just because no one has realized&lt;br /&gt;how much of a man you are,&lt;br /&gt;doesn't mean they can affect your&lt;br /&gt;masculinity.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;JUST BECAUSE NO ONE HAS COME&lt;br /&gt;TO TAKE THE LONELINESS AWAY,&lt;br /&gt;doesn't mean you have to settle for a lower quality.&lt;br /&gt;Just because no one has shown up&lt;br /&gt;who can love you on your level,&lt;br /&gt;doesn't mean you have to sink to theirs.&lt;br /&gt;Just because you deserve&lt;br /&gt;the very best there is,&lt;br /&gt;doesn't mean that life is always fair.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just because God is still preparing your queen,&lt;br /&gt;doesn't mean that you're not already a king.&lt;br /&gt;JUST BECAUSE YOUR SITUATION&lt;br /&gt;DOESN'T SEEM TO BE PROGRESSING RIGHT NOW,&lt;br /&gt;DOESN'T MEAN YOU NEED TO CHANGE A THING.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Keep shining,&lt;br /&gt;Keep running,&lt;br /&gt;Keep hoping,&lt;br /&gt;KEEP PRAYING,&lt;br /&gt;Keep being exactly what you are already,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;COMPLETE&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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secret...'/><author><name>crazy/beautiful</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10595126237064908592</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i7.photobucket.com/albums/y293/wherearemyhavaianas/jonys.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13235022.post-112552651471474477</id><published>2005-08-31T17:07:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-08-31T17:24:23.643-05:00</updated><title type='text'>got this from jen's beautiful blog</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;this goes out to my good friend eizel...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc66;"&gt;After a while, you learn the subtle difference&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc66;"&gt;Between holding a hand and chaining a soul,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc66;"&gt;And you learn that love doesn’t mean leaning&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc66;"&gt;And company doesn’t mean security,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc66;"&gt;And you begin to learn that kisses aren’t contracts&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc66;"&gt;And presents aren’t promises,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc66;"&gt;And you begin to accept your feats&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc66;"&gt;With your head up and your eyes open&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc66;"&gt;With the grace of a woman, not the grief of a child,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc66;"&gt;And you learn to build all your roads on today&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc66;"&gt;Because tomorrow’s ground is too uncertain for plans.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc66;"&gt;And futures have a way of falling down in midflight.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc66;"&gt;After a while, you learn&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc66;"&gt;That even sunshine burns if you get too much.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc66;"&gt;So you plant your own garden and decorate your own soul,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc66;"&gt;Instead of waiting for someone to bring you flowers.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc66;"&gt;And you learn that you really can endure…&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc66;"&gt;That you really are strong.And you really do have worth.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc66;"&gt;And you learn and learn…&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc66;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;With every goodbye, you learn&lt;/u&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc66;"&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/13235022-112552651471474477?l=wherearemyhavaianas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wherearemyhavaianas.blogspot.com/feeds/112552651471474477/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13235022&amp;postID=112552651471474477&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' 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style="font-size:130%;"&gt;the worst ever!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffcc33;"&gt;saw the flick with kia and we both got really exhausted watching it. the first 10 minutes was like..what the fuck is going on..and we actually thought and expected that it will get better soon but then..holy cow! what a waste of time and money..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffcc33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffcc33;"&gt;acting was bad..the plot was like..can you not think of any good story to tell..it wasn't explained well..cmon! a creature is at large in a cave and you still bothered to save your companions missing..LET THEM DIE!! its like suicide to the highest degree! all the shit rolled into one flick!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffcc33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffcc33;"&gt;kia and i ended up laughing in the car on our way home. it was a fucking stupid movie and that we should make a letter to the director.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffcc33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffcc33;"&gt;so everybody, please spare yourself from added boredom by not watching the film..harhar!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffcc33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffcc33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13235022-112545444257825957?l=wherearemyhavaianas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wherearemyhavaianas.blogspot.com/feeds/112545444257825957/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13235022&amp;postID=112545444257825957&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13235022/posts/default/112545444257825957'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13235022/posts/default/112545444257825957'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wherearemyhavaianas.blogspot.com/2005/08/cave.html' title='the cave'/><author><name>crazy/beautiful</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10595126237064908592</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i7.photobucket.com/albums/y293/wherearemyhavaianas/jonys.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13235022.post-112542068245606153</id><published>2005-08-30T11:47:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-08-30T11:56:08.586-05:00</updated><title type='text'>and i always miss the bus</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;You know, love is just like someone waiting for a bus. When the bus comes, you look at it and you say to yourself "eeee...so full....cannot sit down". "I'll wait for the next one".So you let the bus goand waited for the second bus. Then the second bus came, you looked at it you say, "eeee...this bus is so old...so shabby!" So you let the bus go and again, decided to wait for the next bus. After a while another bus came, it's not crowded, not old but you said, "eeee... not air-conditioned ...better wait for the next one". So again you let the bus go and decided to wait for the next bus. Then the sky started to get dark as it is getting late. You panicked and jumped immediately inside the next bus. It is not until much later that you found out that you had boarded the wrong bus! So you wasted your time and money waiting forwhat you want! Even if an air-conditioned bus comes, you can't ensure that the air-conditioned bus won't break down or whether or not the airconditioner will be too cold for you. So people... wanting to get what you want is not wrong. But it wouldn't hurt to give other person a chance, right? If you find that the"bus" doesn't suit you just press the red button and get off the bus!(as simple as that!).. Hey who said life is fair??? The best thing to do is be observant and open while you scrutinize the bus. If it doesn't suit you, getoff. But you must always have an extra something which you could use for the next bus that comes. But wait........I'm sure you have this experience before.You saw a bus coming (the bus you want, ofcourse) you flagged it but the driver acted as if he did not see you and zoomed pass you! It just wasn't meant for you! The bottom line is, being loved is like waiting for a bus you want. Getting on the bus and appreciating the bus by giving it a chance depends totally on you. If you haven't made any choice, WALK! Walking is like being out of love. The good side of it is you can still choose any bus you want... the rest who couldn't afford another ride would just have to be content with the bus they rode on, ugly or not. One more thing.... sometimes its better to choose a bus you are already familiar with rather than gamble with a bus that is unfamiliar to you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But then again, life wouldn't be complete without the risks involved.BUT THERE'S ONE BUS THAT I FORGOT TO TELL YOU ABOUT -THE BUS THAT YOU DONT HAVE TO WAIT FOR...IT WILL JUST STOP ON ITS OWN AND WILL ASK YOU TO COME INSIDE AND TAKE A FREE RIDE FOR THE REST OF YOUR LIFE...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;You Never Lose By LovingYou Always Lose By Holding Back&lt;/strong&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/13235022-112542068245606153?l=wherearemyhavaianas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wherearemyhavaianas.blogspot.com/feeds/112542068245606153/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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src='http://i7.photobucket.com/albums/y293/wherearemyhavaianas/jonys.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13235022.post-112536834764349452</id><published>2005-08-29T21:11:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-08-30T11:08:49.910-05:00</updated><title type='text'>movie is the answer!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;most people worry about problems even if they got the answer already..me included!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc66;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;life is really simple.if it gives you shit..let it go..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i did that. not easy though but you have to go through with that...coz thats how it works..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;today is &lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#33ffff;"&gt;no day for flip.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;went out with kia again..the middle eastern guy i went clubbing with.we had fun.we went to AMC and watched Deuce Bigalow European Gigalo..it was &lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;fuckin hilarious!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt; you gotta see it! but its a no way for kids..or young adults.. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6909/1155/1600/800x600.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6909/1155/320/800x600.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;guess what?we're going out again tomorrow...for a movie again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we were supposed to act like ghettos but then we didn't know which cinema to crash..and the guys at AMC perhaps knew what we were planning to do and they were keeping an eye on us..haha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The hell with what people think about me going out with different guys! cmon! im single..i should have fun..as if im nothing something really bad..im not. i just wanna enjoy my life!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#6666cc;"&gt;LIFE is short!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13235022-112536834764349452?l=wherearemyhavaianas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wherearemyhavaianas.blogspot.com/feeds/112536834764349452/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13235022&amp;postID=112536834764349452&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13235022/posts/default/112536834764349452'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13235022/posts/default/112536834764349452'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wherearemyhavaianas.blogspot.com/2005/08/movie-is-answer.html' title='movie is the answer!'/><author><name>crazy/beautiful</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10595126237064908592</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i7.photobucket.com/albums/y293/wherearemyhavaianas/jonys.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13235022.post-112526534369071841</id><published>2005-08-28T16:38:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-08-30T11:12:43.546-05:00</updated><title type='text'>rollercoaster again</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ffff99;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;is it a fling?or is this the real thing?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you tell me..i am so lost...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;why do you make me feel so happy and so sad at the same time?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;waaaaaaaaaaaaaahhhhhh!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ayoko naaaaaaaaaaaa!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13235022-112526534369071841?l=wherearemyhavaianas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://i7.photobucket.com/albums/y293/wherearemyhavaianas/jonys.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13235022.post-112506607752299218</id><published>2005-08-26T09:02:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-08-30T11:25:22.713-05:00</updated><title type='text'>i feel complete</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;ako na ata pinaka ma-angst na tao sa mundo..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;pag nakilala mo ko ako ang pinakamaraming issues sa pamilya, sa pagkawala ng mga bestfriends at sa mga ex..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;punong puno yung dibdib ko ng sama ng loob sa mundo pero malimit akong kakitaan ng ganito..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;sabi nga nila the happiest face maybe masking the most hurtful heart...totoo to..yung mga tawa ng tawa sila yung pag mag-isa umiiyak. tatawa nalang kami alanganamang umiyak pa kami.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;ngayong araw na to nabura lahat ng sama ng loob ko sa lahat ng tao...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sabi ng pinsan ko habang nanonood kami ng maalaala sa tfc ibang klase daw ang problema ng mayayaman..ang problema daw eh nakikipagpagalingan sa kapatid, sumasama loob pag napupuna ng magulang o naghahanap ng atensyon o naiinis sa sobrang atensyon at pag puna.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;halos kaparehas ko ang bida sa maalaala kagabi..mas matalino ako sa kapatid ko kung IQ ang pagbabasehan pero mas masipag sya at nakikinig sya. aminado naman ako na sa paaralan nung elementary at high school eh puro patawa ginagawa ko..pag tahimik ako eh nag dday dream ako.yung nag iisip ka nalang ng masaya para hindi mo maisip yung angst mo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lahat ng ginawa ko sa buhay ko..daddy ko ang iniisip ko.hard sya samin..lalo na sakin at alam ko na mas mahal nya kapatid ko.lagi nya ko natatawag sa pangalan ng kapatid ko eh 3 taon nya ko naging anak bago dumating kapatid ko..tama ba naman yun? gusto ng daddy ko ng anak na lalake kaya nung bata bata pa ko talagang nag aral ako ng basketball. gusto nya ng may athlete sa pamilya dahil magaling syang basketball player nung panahon nya kaya halos lahat ata ng sport eh sinubukan ko na at lalo akong nalugmok kasi hindi ako nag excel. sa rowing lang..sa rowing lang ako nakapag uwi ng medalya bukod sa 3rd honor ko nung kinder.isang malaking achievement ko yung may anak syang nakatapos sa UP pero ang isa pang nakakalungkot eh UP nga pero asan naman ngayon? hindi tulad ng mga anak ng kaibigan nila na hindi nga sa UP pero mataas naman ang posisyon sa mga kumpanya.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;kaya ako napadpad sa canada..para hanapin ang swerte ko at ang sarili ko. all this time, lahat para ma please ang daddy.kahit nga andito ko sa canada pero nasa isip ko parin yung takot na madissapoint yung daddy ko.natatakot ako umuwi na sabihin nya na walang nangyare sa'yo don? nagsayang ka lang ng libo libong dolyares?sana ginamit nalang sa negosyo yan. ngayong araw tinext ko ang mommy ko at nasend ko sa daddy ko ang karugtong...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;may dine-date kasi ko dito..napanaginipan ko na ayaw na ayaw daw ng mommy at daddy ko sa kanya.parang totoong totoo at nabanggit ko lang sa mommy ko na nanaginip ako na ayaw nila sa taong gusto ko..at ang na-send ko sa daddy ko na natatakot ako kasi parang totoo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;biglang nag reply si daddy...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff99;"&gt;"Gud am.kmusta k?never ka txt but askng ur mom wats happening. Ur dream is kabaliktaran.i always pray for you.hwag ka mag-alala kung di ka makakuha ng work.jst pray 4 ur safety and bear in mind dat we love you very much.kung may problem dont hesitate to ask for help.we have prayer meeting dito sa bahay nila joseph (bitangcol).thank you."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nung nabasa ko to naiyak talaga ko. ang tagal ko inantay tong araw na to.yung mapunan ng salita yung mga sakit na naramdaman ko.biglang nabura lahat ng hinahakit ko..sa kanya..sa mga kaibigan at sa lahat ng nakasakit sakin. biglang gumanda yung mundo ko. ganon pala yung feeling.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;alam ko mahal ako ng daddy ko pero all this time hindi ko naramdaman.iniisip ko lang na mahal nya ko at anak nya ko.yun lang ang pinanghawakan ko..pero ngayon..ganito pala feeling...bigla akong nakumpleto.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;i love you too dad.sana alam mo din yun.sana napasaya kita sa mga naabot ko at sana hindi kita kelan man madissappoint.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13235022-112506607752299218?l=wherearemyhavaianas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wherearemyhavaianas.blogspot.com/feeds/112506607752299218/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13235022&amp;postID=112506607752299218&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13235022/posts/default/112506607752299218'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13235022/posts/default/112506607752299218'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wherearemyhavaianas.blogspot.com/2005/08/i-feel-complete.html' title='i feel complete'/><author><name>crazy/beautiful</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10595126237064908592</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i7.photobucket.com/albums/y293/wherearemyhavaianas/jonys.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13235022.post-112497189221482065</id><published>2005-08-25T07:09:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-08-25T07:11:32.220-05:00</updated><title type='text'>over before it even started..hows that?!</title><content type='html'>&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"I didn't ask for it to be over, but then again, I never asked for it to&lt;br /&gt;begin. For that's the way it is with life, as some of the most beautiful days come completely by chance. But even the most beautiful days eventually have their sunsets."&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13235022-112497189221482065?l=wherearemyhavaianas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wherearemyhavaianas.blogspot.com/feeds/112497189221482065/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13235022&amp;postID=112497189221482065&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13235022/posts/default/112497189221482065'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13235022/posts/default/112497189221482065'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wherearemyhavaianas.blogspot.com/2005/08/over-before-it-even-startedhows-that.html' title='over before it even started..hows that?!'/><author><name>crazy/beautiful</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10595126237064908592</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i7.photobucket.com/albums/y293/wherearemyhavaianas/jonys.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13235022.post-112412179793626001</id><published>2005-08-15T11:00:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-08-15T11:03:17.943-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Micky signing out.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#999900;"&gt;i'm filing an L.O.A . from blogging..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#999900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#999900;"&gt;i need an overhaul!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13235022-112412179793626001?l=wherearemyhavaianas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wherearemyhavaianas.blogspot.com/feeds/112412179793626001/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13235022&amp;postID=112412179793626001&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13235022/posts/default/112412179793626001'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13235022/posts/default/112412179793626001'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wherearemyhavaianas.blogspot.com/2005/08/micky-signing-out.html' title='Micky signing out.'/><author><name>crazy/beautiful</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10595126237064908592</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i7.photobucket.com/albums/y293/wherearemyhavaianas/jonys.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13235022.post-112411475029588850</id><published>2005-08-15T08:42:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-08-15T11:09:25.523-05:00</updated><title type='text'>gone or not?</title><content type='html'>mark and i talked last night for more than an hour. mark used to be my friend's former suitor who lives in Scarborough...and talking to him made me learn things...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;1. Be perky. Show the person some interest..Wag yung "ok lang"..&lt;br /&gt;2. Avoid speaking your mind..it shows how weird my mind works and i can scare him&lt;br /&gt;3. If a guy likes you he will propose..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think I'm becoming less predictable and hard to read because of my weirdness.. and thats no good..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am weird in my own way. I think..think and think..and most of the time my actions are all based on my state of mind.If I'm bothered..You can easily see that I'm spaced out.If I'm so full of crap, You can see me running away from the world and people..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I miss the beach. There are times I need the feeling of serenity the beach brings me. The warmth of the sun, sea and sand. The rushing waves.. Hay... I miss Boracay and the sunset..(shempre I always miss the sunrise cause I'm still in bed..)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, I am feeling different..trying to patch up the damages I caused but as Mark said give it time..That's when you make up for it..for the lack of showing appreciation, etc.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;True..you'll know the value of another person when you get the feeling that you'll gonna lose them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;"I didn't ask for it to be over, but then again, I never asked for it to begin. For that's the way it is with life, as some of the most beautiful days come completely by chance. But even the most beautiful days eventually have their sunsets."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13235022-112411475029588850?l=wherearemyhavaianas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wherearemyhavaianas.blogspot.com/feeds/112411475029588850/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13235022&amp;postID=112411475029588850&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13235022/posts/default/112411475029588850'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13235022/posts/default/112411475029588850'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wherearemyhavaianas.blogspot.com/2005/08/gone-or-not.html' title='gone or not?'/><author><name>crazy/beautiful</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10595126237064908592</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i7.photobucket.com/albums/y293/wherearemyhavaianas/jonys.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13235022.post-112404884528810807</id><published>2005-08-14T14:24:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-08-30T11:37:05.493-05:00</updated><title type='text'>moment ko 'to</title><content type='html'>i don't know how blogging becomes therapeutic but it is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;its an outlet to release emotions especially when you have no one to turn on to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;catan just ended his blog life for valid reasons.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yes, blogging makes one's life an open book. so what?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but then it doesn't give other people the authority to meddle with that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so what if my life is a big drama on stage? it is and there's nothing you and i can do..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;like right now, i feel like sharing my world to everyone but i suddenly felt uneasy and unsure. I used to be carefree on my thoughts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so, here's a way of releasing my thoughts....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FUCK OFF okay?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13235022-112404884528810807?l=wherearemyhavaianas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wherearemyhavaianas.blogspot.com/feeds/112404884528810807/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13235022&amp;postID=112404884528810807&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13235022/posts/default/112404884528810807'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13235022/posts/default/112404884528810807'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wherearemyhavaianas.blogspot.com/2005/08/moment-ko-to.html' title='moment ko &apos;to'/><author><name>crazy/beautiful</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10595126237064908592</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i7.photobucket.com/albums/y293/wherearemyhavaianas/jonys.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13235022.post-112403097202816964</id><published>2005-08-14T09:38:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-08-14T09:49:32.036-05:00</updated><title type='text'>dancing and thinking..</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;" Don't make someone your priority when you're just an option to them"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;I came across this message yesterday and I think this is soo true,eh? We often give ourselves to people who cannot even appreciate the things we offer. It's quite hard to figure out who deserves our time and attention.  Whom we should prioritize. I know..I've been there..done that. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;I never thought I was just an option to me when I made him my everything.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;But then we love..we learn...and that what makes the whole journey worthwhile..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13235022-112403097202816964?l=wherearemyhavaianas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wherearemyhavaianas.blogspot.com/feeds/112403097202816964/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13235022&amp;postID=112403097202816964&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13235022/posts/default/112403097202816964'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13235022/posts/default/112403097202816964'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wherearemyhavaianas.blogspot.com/2005/08/dancing-and-thinking.html' title='dancing and thinking..'/><author><name>crazy/beautiful</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10595126237064908592</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i7.photobucket.com/albums/y293/wherearemyhavaianas/jonys.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13235022.post-112378609512224156</id><published>2005-08-11T12:55:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-08-11T21:18:10.226-05:00</updated><title type='text'>blame catan!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;can these happen in real life?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;1. from the film A lot like love&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Outside Emily Friel's house, Oliver Martin serenades her with Bon Jovi's I'll be there for you and then he says I know I'm probably six years to late... but will you give me strike one back?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. From the film Reality Bites&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lelaina Pierce: I was really going to be somebody by the time I was 23.&lt;br /&gt;Troy Dyer: Honey, all you have to be by the time you're 23, is yourself.&lt;br /&gt;Lelaina Pierce: I don't know who that is anymore.&lt;br /&gt;Troy Dyer: I do. And we all love her. I love her. She breaks my heart again and again. But I love her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. from the film Before Sunrise&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Celine: You know what I want?&lt;br /&gt;Jesse: What?&lt;br /&gt;Celine: To be kissed.&lt;br /&gt;Jesse: Well I can do that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. from the film The Notebook&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Young Allie: You arrogant son of a bitch.&lt;br /&gt;Young Noah: Would you just stay with me?&lt;br /&gt;Young Allie: Stay with you? What for? Look at us, we're already fightin'&lt;br /&gt;Young Noah: Well that's what we do, we fight... You tell me when I am being an arrogant son of a bitch and I tell you when you are a pain in the ass. Which you are, 99% of the time. I'm not afraid to hurt your feelings. You have like a 2 second rebound rate, then you're back doing the next pain-in-the-ass thing.&lt;br /&gt;Young Allie: So what?&lt;br /&gt;Young Noah: So it's not gonna be easy. It's gonna be really hard. We're gonna have to work at this every day, but I want to do that because I want you. I want all of you, for ever, you and me, every day. Will you do something for me, please? Just picture your life for me? 30 years from now, 40 years from now? What's it look like? If it's with him, go. Go! I lost you once, I think I can do it again. If I though that's what you really wanted. But don't you take the easy way out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. From the film, Chasing Liberty&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ben Calder: So if you're scared, why do it?&lt;br /&gt;Anna Foster: Because the things you're scared of are usually the most worthwhile.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. Gaylord Focker's marriage proposal in Meet the Parents&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff9900;"&gt;what i want from a guy..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;I used to want a guy based on physical things..I often say na it's better to be fooled by a handsome guy than an ugly guy (i am a pessimist!) or I want my children to look good. These past few days I realized that character can make a person look good even if he isn't and that who needs someone good looking? It's all about what the person is and not how the person looks like right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I'm doing a list of the qualities I want in a guy..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. He has to be friends with my family and friends&lt;br /&gt;2. He has to respect my decisions and opinions&lt;br /&gt;3. He has to be sweet, full of surprises and consistent&lt;br /&gt;4. He has to be understanding and patient (hindi mainitin ang ulo)&lt;br /&gt;5. Must open doors for me (gentleman diba?!)&lt;br /&gt;6. He must be loyal (no fooling around baby!)&lt;br /&gt;7. He must be a friend (knows me inside and out)&lt;br /&gt;8. He must be funny&lt;br /&gt;9. He must be smart and witty&lt;br /&gt;10. He must be responsible&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13235022-112378609512224156?l=wherearemyhavaianas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wherearemyhavaianas.blogspot.com/feeds/112378609512224156/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13235022&amp;postID=112378609512224156&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13235022/posts/default/112378609512224156'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13235022/posts/default/112378609512224156'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wherearemyhavaianas.blogspot.com/2005/08/blame-catan.html' title='blame catan!'/><author><name>crazy/beautiful</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10595126237064908592</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i7.photobucket.com/albums/y293/wherearemyhavaianas/jonys.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13235022.post-112368652119582877</id><published>2005-08-10T09:42:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-08-10T10:08:41.223-05:00</updated><title type='text'>casual + lang = casualan</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;this is what transpired with chatting with Catan and Kim last night...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;CASUAL + LANG = CASUALAN&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;I don't really know how long i'll be here in Canada so CARPE DIEM/Bahala na mentality.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;Its like do what ever you want but then it must be something you can manage...yun bang kaya mong sikmurain.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;The problem with girls eh they get into something and in the end they get too serious. Kumbaga casualan pero hindi pala nila kaya ihandle yung lack of commitment kasi nahulog na sila to the point na they act really stupid na.(pasensya na sa mga tinamaan!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;Personally, I'm really the type who would take guys seriously pero since this is not applicable here cause i'm gonna be leaving anyway. I guess its just plain hanging out and enjoying the moment..with out expectations. (ayan micky ha walang expectations!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;besides..life is too short!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13235022-112368652119582877?l=wherearemyhavaianas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wherearemyhavaianas.blogspot.com/feeds/112368652119582877/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13235022&amp;postID=112368652119582877&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13235022/posts/default/112368652119582877'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13235022/posts/default/112368652119582877'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wherearemyhavaianas.blogspot.com/2005/08/casual-lang-casualan.html' title='casual + lang = casualan'/><author><name>crazy/beautiful</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10595126237064908592</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i7.photobucket.com/albums/y293/wherearemyhavaianas/jonys.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13235022.post-112361047207174807</id><published>2005-08-09T12:27:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-08-13T02:17:03.800-05:00</updated><title type='text'>my life trapped in a theme park</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;fear:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;horror houses&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;likes:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;rollercoasters&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;why do i fear horror houses?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;its the idea of the ghosts appearing out of the blue.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;i have ghosts of my own also..ghosts in the past and believe me they come when you least expect.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;do i love rollercoasters?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;it's less scary than horror houses.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;my life is like that. i don't really like it but then i'm used to it so i don't get scared anymore. it became part of my life.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;and you know what...its a rollercoaster day today&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13235022-112361047207174807?l=wherearemyhavaianas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wherearemyhavaianas.blogspot.com/feeds/112361047207174807/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13235022&amp;postID=112361047207174807&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13235022/posts/default/112361047207174807'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13235022/posts/default/112361047207174807'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wherearemyhavaianas.blogspot.com/2005/08/my-life-trapped-in-theme-park.html' title='my life trapped in a theme park'/><author><name>crazy/beautiful</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10595126237064908592</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i7.photobucket.com/albums/y293/wherearemyhavaianas/jonys.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13235022.post-112360347181286816</id><published>2005-08-09T10:58:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-08-09T11:04:31.820-05:00</updated><title type='text'>just sharing..</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;In a Rage : How to Keep your Girlfriend Happy&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Contributed by &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.peyups.com/user.khtml?op=userinfo&amp;uname=caravaggio"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;caravaggio&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;From peyups.com&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;So my friend, let’s call him Stoic Face, breaks up with his girlfriend of three years. Or rather, his girlfriend breaks up with him. On his birthday. “Birthdays are no big deal”, he had said the day before, when we were bugging him for a free dinner. Apparently, his girlfriend thought so, too.&lt;br /&gt;And like countless girlfriends before, and I’m sure as will girlfriends after, the reason for their breakup is that timeless yet mystifying reason: she says he took her for granted.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;No doubt this break-up excuse is a familiar one with most men, as are its variants, among which include:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;You don’t know I exist anymore&lt;br /&gt;You forgot (my birthday/ our anniversary/ that really important event I asked you to go to with me)&lt;br /&gt;You’re too busy with (work/ your mother/ your new manager with those really big boobs)&lt;br /&gt;We only see each other once a month now&lt;br /&gt;We haven’t had sex in two months (a rarity among break-up excuses, I admit, but it exists nevertheless)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;I myself have used this reason once to break up with a boyfriend (and of course to justify the fact that I was dumping him for “someone else”, oh the depths we all go to rationalize infidelities).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;So if your sex life is dwindling because you spend most of your time “talking”, or if she’s pestering you more and more about your whereabouts at certain times of the night, if she’s unabashedly dropping hints about spending “more time together”, here are some sure-fire ways to make everybody happy: she gets off your back a little, you start getting more on hers (in more ways than one, hopefully), and the best part is that they’re all relatively simple, easy-to-follow things! Like those 30-minute meals cookbooks promise you, which seem to take you the whole afternoon anyway, but I digress.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;Anyway. Really. The little things make women happy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;One Hug = No More Bitching&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;You know those days when nothing seems to have gone her way? She came to work late, her boss started criticizing her project, she forgot to eat lunch, and to top it all off, it’s raining buckets and she’s wearing heels? Having to meet her at the end of a day like that usually means hours of bitching, blaming everyone (from you to the cab driver to the boss’ secretary who’s too slutty for her own good), and a silent dinner accentuated only by her high-pitched voice.&lt;br /&gt;Worry no more! All she needs is a hug! Not too hard to give, and you can embrace various body parts, to boot! Just let her let all her misery out in one (or two, or three) embraces, and presto! Watch her face shine with unspeakable joy! Women just want someone to listen to their bitching for fifteen minutes, and then it’s all over. It makes us feel warm and fuzzy inside when we get hugs. The Carebears knew that well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Make’em Telecompanies Rich = Less Stalker Calls&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sure, you’re both busy so you only get to see each other about once a week. Sure, sometimes you go out for a beer with your office buds. And then here comes the stalker texts. Whr r u? says one. I calld ur ofc dey sed u left alredy says another. Pretty soon she’s calling you up, making tampo because you didn’t tell her what your plans were. And then she says something about how your buddies see more of you than she does.&lt;br /&gt;The power to solve this is right in the palm of your hand! Literally! Make your mobile phone company rich by logging minutes and minutes of calls! Make the calls filled with sweet nothings! Tell her you love her at least every thirty seconds! Don’t forget to ask about her day, because that saves you at least ten minutes of saliva. Relay your latest office gossip; it doesn’t matter that it’s not her office; office chismis is universal. Perfect this often enough and sooner or later she’s going to think that you have no communication problem at all! If she says you still do, present your phone bill as proof. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;You in a Bad Mood = Less of Her in a Bad Mood&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your girlfriend making hints about job opportunities in the States? Or mentioning that one of her new officemates has the hots for her? And did you reply with the standard, “Oh really?” with matching look at your fingernails? Beware! She’ll probably cite these as signs of your indifference! Never mind that you genuinely want her to be happy, and if she’s going to have a more fulfilling career in the States, you’d be the first to encourage her. Or that you’re either not the jealous type, or just too goddamn good looking that you don’t feel threatened by anyone who tries to come on to your girlfriend. She’s going to end up in a bad mood anyway because she thinks you don’t care.&lt;br /&gt;This is one of those tests that women, irrational beings that we are, give men in order to gauge their sensitivity levels. She’s trying to measure, by your reaction, how important she is to you. A pointless method, but we do it anyway.&lt;br /&gt;So you’re better off consciously passing the test: feign a bad mood. It’s as simple as that. Play along with her game. Act upset because she’s thinking of leaving you. Act jealous that she’s a desired woman. Use a little pa-cute voice while doing it so she doesn’t think you’re seriously mad. Put :( in your texts to her. She’ll love that. She’ll think it’s hilarious. And her bad mood’s gone! Then watch her appease you, instead of the other way round. The ultimate equality of the sexes!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Flower Power = A Blossoming Girlfriend &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;Women love flowers. And I mean love, almost as much as we love shoes. Roses, tulips, carnations, lilies; women are nuts over flowers (as I’m sure some men are, too). No wonder feminine hygiene products often have flowers for logos.&lt;br /&gt;And it’s all the more convenient these days because most flower shops have this thing called the telephone, by which you can contact them without having to go all the way out to Dangwa by the railroad tracks to buy fresh ones in pretty arrangements. And what’s more, most flower shops also have this thing called delivery service, which means you can get them to deliver the flowers instead of you having to brave traffic to get to wherever she is.&lt;br /&gt;If you hand-deliver your flowers, though, that’s about 10,000 more pogi points than if you had them delivered. And if you sent flowers other than the days where you are, by some kind of Unspoken Rule, required to give them (such as anniversaries, birthdays, and Valentines), that’s about 100,000 more pogi points because it means you just wanted to do something nice. Which may mean some flowery action for you, to make it all worth it. After all, there’s a more obvious reason why feminine hygiene products use flowers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Your Exquisite Taste = No Ugly Girlfriend Please&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No one picks ugly girlfriends. Even ugly men don’t have ugly girlfriends (unfair, yes, but it’s a fact of life). So out of these six tips, probably the most important one is telling her she’s pretty once in a while. Because you think she is, in all honesty. “You look great” are the next three most important words you’ll ever tell her. And they have instant impact, too.&lt;br /&gt;Whatever mood she’s in, I can assure you, you tell her she looks great and she’s all over you. You’re the sweetest guy she knows. Sweeter probably than Tom Cruise in Jerry Maguire when he goes into that room full of women and stuff. Because, yeah, Tom Cruise is probably never going to do that to your girlfriend. But maybe, just maybe, because she really loves you, too.&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/13235022-112360347181286816?l=wherearemyhavaianas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wherearemyhavaianas.blogspot.com/feeds/112360347181286816/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13235022&amp;postID=112360347181286816&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13235022/posts/default/112360347181286816'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13235022/posts/default/112360347181286816'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wherearemyhavaianas.blogspot.com/2005/08/just-sharing.html' title='just sharing..'/><author><name>crazy/beautiful</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10595126237064908592</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i7.photobucket.com/albums/y293/wherearemyhavaianas/jonys.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13235022.post-112350777069598210</id><published>2005-08-08T08:21:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-08-09T09:49:27.816-05:00</updated><title type='text'>LSS-sorry!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Don't Phunk With My Heart by Black Eyed Peas&lt;br /&gt;Album : Monkey Business (2005)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;No, no, no, don’t phunk with my heart &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;(Yeah) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;No, no, no, don’t phunk with my heart&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;I wonder if I take you home&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;Would you still be in love, baby (in love, baby)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;I wonder if I take you home &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;Would you still be in love, baby (in love, baby) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;Girl, you know you got me, got me &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;With your pistol shot me, shot me &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;And I'm here helplessly &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;In love and nothing can stop me &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;You can't stop me cause once I start it &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;Can't return me cause once you bought it &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;I'm coming baby, don’t got it (don’t make me wait) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;So let’s be about it&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;No, no, no, don’t phunk with my heart&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;Baby, have some trustin', trustin' &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;When I come in lustin', lustin' &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;Cause I bring you that comfort &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;I ain’t only here cause I want ya body &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;I want your mind too Interestin’s what I find you &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;And I'm interested in the long haul &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;Come on girl (yee-haw)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;(come on)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;I wonder if I take you home &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;Would you still be in love, baby (in love, baby) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;I wonder if I take you home &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;Would you still be in love, baby (in love, baby)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;No, no, no, don’t phunk with my heart&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;Girl, you had me, once you kissed me &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;My love for you is not iffy &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;I always want you with me &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;I'll play Bobby and you’ll play Whitney&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;If you smoke, I'll smoke too &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;That’s how much I'm in love with you &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;Crazy is what crazy do &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;Crazy in love, I'm a crazy fool&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No, no, no, don’t phunk with my heart&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;Why are you so insecure &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;When you got passion and love her &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;You always claimin’ I'm a cheater &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;Think I'd up and go leave ya &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;For another señorita &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;You forgot that I need ya &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;You must’ve caught amnesia &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;That’s why you don’t believe &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;(uh, yeah, check it out) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;Don’t you worry ‘bout a thing, baby &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;Cause you know you got me by a string, baby &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;Don’t you worry ‘bout a thing, baby &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;Cause you know you got me by a string, baby &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;Baby girl, you make me feel &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;You know you make me feel so real&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;I love you more than sex appeal &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;(Cause you’re) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;That-tha, that tha, that-tha, that girl [6x] &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;[overlapping] &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;No, no, no, don’t phunk with my heart [2x] &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;That-tha, that tha, that-tha, that girl [2x]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;I wonder if I take you home &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;Would you still be in love, baby (in love, baby) [4x]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;Don’t you worry ‘bout a thang, baby &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;Cause you know you got me by a strang, baby &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;Don’t you worry ‘bout a thang, baby &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;Cause you know you got me by a strang, baby&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&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/13235022-112350777069598210?l=wherearemyhavaianas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wherearemyhavaianas.blogspot.com/feeds/112350777069598210/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13235022&amp;postID=112350777069598210&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13235022/posts/default/112350777069598210'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13235022/posts/default/112350777069598210'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wherearemyhavaianas.blogspot.com/2005/08/lss-sorry.html' title='LSS-sorry!'/><author><name>crazy/beautiful</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10595126237064908592</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i7.photobucket.com/albums/y293/wherearemyhavaianas/jonys.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13235022.post-112350543885070163</id><published>2005-08-08T07:28:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-08-08T20:41:32.733-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Let me know what you think...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;At 1pm yesterday, Ben picked me up to paint his sister's garage door. It was my first time to paint so it was really fun. It was cut short though because Ben thinks I'm doing a terrible job. We painted the door olive green and the sides cream. Pampalubag loob, Ben told me to drive his car.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;I drove his car going to the mall but the mall was closed already when we got there. We hanged out an Harvey's then went back to fetch his lovely nieces and his Italian bestfriend to play hockey and b ball. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;His bestfriend sat on the front seat and Ben was on the back seat while we were on the way to pick up Levi's kids. We were all busy chatting when I almost missed the red light. I was going so fast then they all shouted stop. Just in time, I was able to stop. I almost crossed the street and his bestfriend was making jokes asking if in Manila we have the same colors for the traffic light. I got them all nervous with my driving. I was shocked also and it took me awhile to get over it. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;The moment we got to Levi's place we switched. I ended up in the back seat with the rest of the girls. We went to the park, they played hockey for awhile then we played 2 on 2 basketball. I suck! I had a hard time since I was wearing flipflops.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;After the game, we went to 711 Lake Shore. They grabbed a slurpee. I didn't. I hate brain freeze. So the 4 of us (Tommy and his bestfriend stayed in 711), went back to his house cause they were having dinner..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;Dyahe to the nth power! I met all his immediate family members and his sister even wants me to sing! Naku po! Para ata akong si grover pag kumanta! You can just imagine...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;So there, I met everybody. You can really see the gap between Ben and his siblings. His Kuya Levi is like 42 already and he is the 1st among 5 children. The fourth one is 37 and ben is 27.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;But you'll really be impressed na they got strong family ties. I guess that's how Filipinos are especially in another country.Less pangangapit bahay and pakikipag chismisan. Ben does all the dirty work for his siblings...painting, cleaning... He brings the kids to games, movies and shows. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;Paolo, Levi's 2 year old kid is also adorable. He can't speak yet but can understand both Filipino and English. Amazing eh? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;Looking at them makes me crave for a family of my own (maloloka si catan nito!! Hi Catan!). I mean i'm thousand miles away from my family and we are not that type so talagang nakakainggit.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;I'm still sticking to my plan of getting married early then live 2 years with my hubby traveling and enjoying then have kids after. My cut off for getting married is 25 para by 27 i can have a kid. I don't wanna be too old then I'm running after my kid, right?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;It'e easier to raise a child when you're younger cause you can still carry and play with them. You'll be able to grow with them too&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;and most of all, I love kids.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13235022-112350543885070163?l=wherearemyhavaianas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wherearemyhavaianas.blogspot.com/feeds/112350543885070163/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13235022&amp;postID=112350543885070163&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13235022/posts/default/112350543885070163'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13235022/posts/default/112350543885070163'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wherearemyhavaianas.blogspot.com/2005/08/let-me-know-what-you-think.html' title='Let me know what you think...'/><author><name>crazy/beautiful</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10595126237064908592</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i7.photobucket.com/albums/y293/wherearemyhavaianas/jonys.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13235022.post-112342053558497910</id><published>2005-08-07T07:48:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-08-07T08:19:57.226-05:00</updated><title type='text'>my day-off</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;i am wide away already with barely 5 hours of sleep..must be my bloody body clock striking again. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;i should still be in bed at this time. i had a LONG day yesterday and i shall call it my day off. The only day in a week wherein i go to places and have fun.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Yesterday, Ben and I went to Niagara Falls to see one of the natural wonders of the world. We went down the falls by riding a small ship called Maid of the Mist. True to its name, the ride was really misty..causing a smudge on my make up! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;After that we went walking sa downtown. We checked out WWE. Cindy and Criselle will really be envy. There were lots of horror houses but then i'm too chicken to try. Baka mapa-"putang ina" ko don ng di oras..haha! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;We went to Niagara Casino also. It was my first time to enter in a Casino and boy they did ask me a lot of questions (to think that the minimum age is 19). Cmon, its all written in my passport! So there, we had a buffet first. Yummy! especially the deserts pero shempre easy on the eating cause i don't wanna have my tummy aching again because of ulcer. Afterwards, I tried the slot machine. Really disappointing cause there was no beginner's luck for me. Actually, I knew that I am going to lose but I wanna try it so I just played $ 5 dollars then I got my money back then I played some more till I ended up with nothing so we stood up and left. Wala lang...Kung hindi ako swertehin at first what makes me think na sswertehin ako pag inubos ko pera ko..hehe!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Then we went outside to see the falls during the night. We went to Famous to get a drink. Ben recognized the waiter who attended to him 2 years ago and you know what?! We got our drinks for free! The waiter also recognized him as well cause he gave him a huge tip 2 years ago.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;good deeds beget good results,eh?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;I felt good lastnight. Had fun and it showed me that there are still nice people around.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Ben..the waiter..and probably more...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;As they say..&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;No need to thank me..just don't let the chain of love end on you&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;I know Ben was doing my aunt a huge favor by taking me out so I'll not get bored and para narin makita ang Canada..haha! and I am so thankful for him..really. Ang drama noh? I mean he gets nothing. Infact, sya pa napapagastos. Nakakatuwa lang na may mga ganong tao at sobrang naaappreciate ko yun kahit hindi obvious and I hope I can return the favor not only to him but to someone like me also.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;***&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Added kwento lang!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;My cousin Joel went to Grade 13 in Sheridan College here in Canada. He felt how it is to be out of place during his first few days. He didn't know where to go to during lunch time..which lunch table to take.. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;One day, after school, he was waiting for the bus when a car full of Canadians stopped by. A Filipino got off and talked to him..inviting him to ride with them and go to the mall. He was really surprised. The Filipino guy said.. I can see myself in you. I was like that too. I was standing in the same bus stop when somebody stopped over to give me a lift.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;I guess that's the way it should be what goes around should come around.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;** pics coming soon.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13235022-112342053558497910?l=wherearemyhavaianas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wherearemyhavaianas.blogspot.com/feeds/112342053558497910/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13235022&amp;postID=112342053558497910&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13235022/posts/default/112342053558497910'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13235022/posts/default/112342053558497910'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wherearemyhavaianas.blogspot.com/2005/08/my-day-off.html' title='my day-off'/><author><name>crazy/beautiful</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10595126237064908592</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i7.photobucket.com/albums/y293/wherearemyhavaianas/jonys.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13235022.post-112326722598615707</id><published>2005-08-05T13:38:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-08-05T13:40:25.993-05:00</updated><title type='text'>somebody stop me!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:180%;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:180%;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:180%;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;this is so addictive but so true!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;table cellspacing="0" cellpadding="2" width="350" align="center" border="0"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="middle" bg style="color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-SIZE: 14pt; COLOR: blackfont-family:Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif;" &gt;&lt;b&gt;Your Power Color Is Red-Orange&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#cccccc"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.blogthings.com/whatsyourpowercolorquiz/red-orange.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At Your Highest:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are warm, sensitive, and focused on your personal growth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At Your Lowest:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You become defensive and critical if you feel attacked.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In Love:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are loyal - but you demand the respect you deserve.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How You're Attractive:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are very affectionate and inspire trust.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your Eternal Question:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Am I Respected?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/whatsyourpowercolorquiz/"&gt;What's Your Power Color?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13235022-112326722598615707?l=wherearemyhavaianas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wherearemyhavaianas.blogspot.com/feeds/112326722598615707/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13235022&amp;postID=112326722598615707&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13235022/posts/default/112326722598615707'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13235022/posts/default/112326722598615707'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wherearemyhavaianas.blogspot.com/2005/08/somebody-stop-me.html' title='somebody stop me!'/><author><name>crazy/beautiful</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10595126237064908592</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i7.photobucket.com/albums/y293/wherearemyhavaianas/jonys.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13235022.post-112325550590813855</id><published>2005-08-05T10:23:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-08-05T10:25:05.916-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Filipinos vs. Canadians</title><content type='html'>&lt;table border cellspacing="0" cellpadding="2" width="400" align="center" border="1" style="color:black;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="middle" bg style="color:#ccffcc;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-SIZE: 14pt; COLOR: blackfont-family:Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;You Know You're Filipino When....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="left" bg style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-SIZE: 10pt; COLOR: blackfont-family:Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your middle name is your mother's maiden name.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your parents call each other "Mommy" and "Daddy."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You have uncles and aunts named "Boy," "Girlie," or "Baby."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You have relatives whose nicknames consist of repeated syllables like "Jun-Jun," "Ling-Ling," and "Mon-Mon." Mine by the way was "Che-Che."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You call the parents of your friends and your own parents' friends "Tito" and "Tita."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You have four or five names.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You greet your elders by touching their hands to your forehead.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You always kiss your relatives on the cheek whenever you enter or leave the room.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You follow your parents' house rules even if you are over 18.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You live with your parents until and at times even after you're married.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You decorate your dining room wall with a picture of the "Last Supper."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You keep your furniture wrapped in plastic or covered with blankets.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You have a Sto. Nino shrine in your living room.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You have a piano that no one plays.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You keep a tabo in your bathroom.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You use Vicks Vapor rub as an insect repellant.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You eat with your hands.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You eat more than three times a day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You think a meal is not a meal without rice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You think sandwiches are snacks, not meals.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your dining table has a merry-go-round (lazy Susan) in the middle.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You bring baon to work everyday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your pantry is never without Spam, Vienna sausage, corned beef, and sardines.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You love to eat daing or tuyo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You prop up one knee while eating.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ou eat your meal with patis, toyo, suka, banana catsup, or bagoong.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your tablecloths are stained with toyo circles.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You love sticky desserts and salty snacks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You eat fried Spam and hot dogs with rice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You eat mangoes with rice--with great GUSTO!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You love "dirty" ice cream.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You love to eat, yet often manage to stay slim.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You put hot dogs in your spaghetti.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everything you eat is sauted in garlic, onion, and tomatoes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You order a "soft drink" instead of soda.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You hang a rosary on your car's rear view mirror.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You get together with family at a cemetery on All Saint's Day to eat, drink, and tell stories by your loved ones' graves.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You play cards or mahjong and drink beer at funeral wakes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You think Christmas season begins in October and ends in January.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your second piece of luggage is a balikbayan box.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You've mastered the art of packing a suitcase to double capacity.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You collect items from airlines, hotels, and restaurants as "souvenirs."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You feel obligated to give pasalubong to all your friends and relatives each time you return from a trip.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You use paper foot outlines when buying shoes for friends and relatives.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You're a fashion victim.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You can convey 30 messages with your facial expression.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You hold your palms together in front of you and say "excuse, excuse" when you pass in between people or in front of the TV.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You ask for the bill at a restaurant by making a rectangle in the air.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You cover your mouth when you laugh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You respond to a "Hoy!" or a "Pssst!" in a crowd.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You'll answer "Malapit lang!"--no matter the distance--when asked how far away a place is located.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Goldilocks is more than a fairy tale character to you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You refer to power interruptions as "brownouts."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You love to use the following acronyms: CR for comfort room, DI for dance instructor, DOM for dirty old man, TNT for tago nang tago, KJ for kill joy, KSP for kulang sa pansin, OA for over-acting, TL for true love, BF for boyfriend and GF for girlfriend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You say "rubber shoes" instead of sneakers, "ball pen" instead of pen, "stockings" instead of pantyhose, "pampers" instead of diapers, "ref" or "prijider" instead of refrigerator, "Colgate" instead of toothpaste, "canteen" instead of cafeteria, and "open" or "close" instead of turn on or turn off (as in the lights).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You use an umbrella for shade on hot summer days.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You like everything imported or "state-side."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You love ballroom dancing, bowling, pusoy, mah jong, billiards, and karaoke.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You have a relative who is a nurse.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When you're in a restaurant, you wipe your plate and utensils before using them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You can squeeze 15 passengers into your five seater car without a second thought.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You wave a pom-pom on a stick around the food to keep the flies away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You always ring a doorbell twice, assuming that the first ring was not heard.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You let the phone ring twice before answering, lest you appear overly eager.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your other piece of luggage is a balikbayan box.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You use a rock to scrub yourself in the bath or shower.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You're proud to be Filapino - and you pass these jokes on to all your Filipino friends!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table border cellspacing="0" cellpadding="2" width="400" align="center" border="1" style="color:black;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="middle" bg style="color:#ccffff;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-SIZE: 14pt; COLOR: blackfont-family:Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;You Know You're From Canada When...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="left" bg style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-SIZE: 10pt; COLOR: blackfont-family:Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;You're not offended by the term, "Homo Milk."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You understand the phrase, "Could you pass me a serviette, I just dropped my poutine, on the chesterfield."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You eat chocolate bars, not candy bars.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You drink pop, not soda.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know what a Mickey and 2-4 mean.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You don't care about the fuss with Cuba. It's a cheap place to go for your holidays, with good cigars.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know that a pike is a type of fish, not part of a highway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You drive on a highway, not a freeway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You have Canadian Tire money in your kitchen drawers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know that Casey and Finnegan were not part of a Celtic musical group.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You get excited whenever an American television show mentions Canada.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You brag to Americans that: Shania Twain, Jim Carrey, Celine Dion and many more are Canadians.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know that the C.E.O. of American Airlines is a Canadian!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know what a touque is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know that the last letter of the English alphabet is always pronounced "Zed" not "Zee".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You understand the Labatt Blue commercials.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know how to pronounce and spell "Saskatchewan."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You perk up when you hear the theme song from "Hockey Night in Canada."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You were in grade 12, not the 12th grade.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Eh?" is a very important part of your vocabulary and more polite than, "Huh?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Winter. Whenever you want it. And then some.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's German food, Italian food, Chinese food, Armenian food, American food, but NO Canadian food.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You call a "mouse" a "moose".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You like the Americans a little because they don't want Quebec either.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Contests run by anyone other than the government have "skill-testing questions" that winners must answer correctly before they can claim a prize.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everything is labelled in English and French.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Milk comes in plastic bags as well as cartons and plastic jugs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mountain Dew has no caffeine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You actually get these jokes and pass them on to other friends from Canada.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/wherefrom.html"&gt;Get Your Own "You Know You're From" Meme Here&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;More cool things for your blog at&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com"&gt;Blogthings&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13235022-112325550590813855?l=wherearemyhavaianas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wherearemyhavaianas.blogspot.com/feeds/112325550590813855/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13235022&amp;postID=112325550590813855&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13235022/posts/default/112325550590813855'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13235022/posts/default/112325550590813855'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wherearemyhavaianas.blogspot.com/2005/08/filipinos-vs-canadians.html' title='Filipinos vs. Canadians'/><author><name>crazy/beautiful</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10595126237064908592</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i7.photobucket.com/albums/y293/wherearemyhavaianas/jonys.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13235022.post-112325285673359915</id><published>2005-08-05T09:27:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-08-05T09:46:23.163-05:00</updated><title type='text'>for real?!</title><content type='html'>&lt;table width=400 align=center border=1 bordercolor=black cellspacing=0 cellpadding=2&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor=#66CCFF 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;b&gt;Your Love Style is Pragma&lt;/b&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;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src=http://www.quizdiva.net/bt/pragma.jpg&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font color="#000000"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You believe love is logical - or at least it should be&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You've thought a lot about what you want from someone&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And to say you have a checklist would be an understatement&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You may even have a plan for how you will fall in love&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All you've got to do is meet the perfect person!&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/whatsyourlovestylequiz/"&gt;What's Your Love Style?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table style="FONT-SIZE: 11pt; COLOR: black; FONT-FAMILY: serif" cellspacing="0" cellpadding="5" width="350" align="center" border="0"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="middle" bgcolor="#ffa5b2"&gt;&lt;h3 style="BORDER-RIGHT: 0px; BORDER-TOP: 0px; MARGIN: 0px; BORDER-LEFT: 0px; BORDER-BOTTOM: 0px"&gt;Part Passionate Kisser&lt;/h3&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#ffdbe0"&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.quizdiva.net/kindkisser/passionate.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For you, kissing is about all about following your urges&lt;br /&gt;If someone's hot, you'll go in for the kiss - end of story&lt;br /&gt;You can keep any relationship hot with your steamy kisses&lt;br /&gt;A total spark plug - your kisses are bound to get you in trouble&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="middle" bgcolor="#ffa5b2"&gt;&lt;h3 style="BORDER-RIGHT: 0px; BORDER-TOP: 0px; MARGIN: 0px; BORDER-LEFT: 0px; BORDER-BOTTOM: 0px"&gt;Part Expert Kisser&lt;/h3&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#ffdbe0"&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.quizdiva.net/kindkisser/expert.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You're a kissing pro, but it's all about quality and not quantity&lt;br /&gt;You've perfected your kissing technique and can knock anyone's socks off&lt;br /&gt;And you're adaptable, giving each partner what they crave&lt;br /&gt;When it comes down to it, your kisses are truly unforgettable&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/whatkindofkisserareyouquiz/"&gt;What Kind of Kisser Are You?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table style="FONT-SIZE: 12pt; COLOR: black; FONT-FAMILY: serif" cellspacing="8" cellpadding="5" width="350" align="center" border="0"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="middle" bgcolor="#ff99cc"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;h3 style="BORDER-RIGHT: 0px; BORDER-TOP: 0px; MARGIN: 0px; BORDER-LEFT: 0px; BORDER-BOTTOM: 0px"&gt;The Keys to Your Heart&lt;/h3&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#ff9fd2"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are attracted to good manners and elegance.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#ffa6d9"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In love, you feel the most alive when your partner is patient and never willing to give up on you.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#ffacdf"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You'd like to your lover to think you are loyal and faithful... that you'll never change.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#ffb3e6"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You would be forced to break up with someone who was emotional, moody, and difficult to please.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#ffb9ec"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your ideal relationship is open. Both of you can talk about everything... no secrets.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#ffbff2"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your risk of cheating is zero. You care about society and morality. You would never break a commitment.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#ffc6f9"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You think of marriage as something precious. You'll treasure marriage and treat it as sacred.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#ffccff"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In this moment, you think of love as something you thirst for. You'll do anything for love, but you won't fall for it easily.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/keystoyourheartquiz/"&gt;What Are The Keys To Your Heart?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13235022-112325285673359915?l=wherearemyhavaianas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wherearemyhavaianas.blogspot.com/feeds/112325285673359915/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13235022&amp;postID=112325285673359915&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13235022/posts/default/112325285673359915'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13235022/posts/default/112325285673359915'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wherearemyhavaianas.blogspot.com/2005/08/for-real.html' title='for real?!'/><author><name>crazy/beautiful</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10595126237064908592</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i7.photobucket.com/albums/y293/wherearemyhavaianas/jonys.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13235022.post-112325179940947677</id><published>2005-08-05T09:17:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-08-05T09:26:07.496-05:00</updated><title type='text'>back in 1982</title><content type='html'>Ronald Reagan is president of the US&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The space shuttle Columbia completes its first operational flight&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Actor John Belushi is found dead of a drug overdose in a West Hollywood hotel&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Automobile manufacturer John Delorean is arrested and charged with possession of 59 pounds of cocaine&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The first artificial heart is implanted in American Barney Clark&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Cable News Network, or CNN, is launched&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;750,000 people rally against nuclear weapons in New York City's Central Park&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Time Magazine's Man of the Year was for the first time given to a non-human, a computer&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The first computer virus, written by Rich Skrenta, escapes into the wild&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kirsten Dunst and  Elisha Cuthbert are born&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;St. Louis Cardinals win the World Series&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;San Francisco 49ers win Superbowl XVI&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;New York Islanders win the Stanley Cup&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;E.T. the Extra-Terrestrial&lt;/i&gt; is the top grossing film&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ozzy Osbourne bites the head off of a live bat thrown at him during a performance, later hospitalized with rabies&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I Love Rock 'N Roll" by Joan Jett &amp; The Blackhearts spends the most time at the top of the US charts&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Cheers&lt;/i&gt;, &lt;i&gt;Family Ties&lt;/i&gt;, &lt;i&gt;Silver Spoons&lt;/i&gt;, and &lt;i&gt;Fame&lt;/i&gt; premiere&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13235022-112325179940947677?l=wherearemyhavaianas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wherearemyhavaianas.blogspot.com/feeds/112325179940947677/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13235022&amp;postID=112325179940947677&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13235022/posts/default/112325179940947677'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13235022/posts/default/112325179940947677'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wherearemyhavaianas.blogspot.com/2005/08/back-in-1982_05.html' title='back in 1982'/><author><name>crazy/beautiful</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10595126237064908592</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i7.photobucket.com/albums/y293/wherearemyhavaianas/jonys.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13235022.post-112325000919739825</id><published>2005-08-05T08:52:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-08-09T09:55:06.770-05:00</updated><title type='text'>what they say about me!</title><content type='html'>&lt;table cellspacing="0" cellpadding="2" width="400" align="center" border="1"  style="color:black;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="middle"  style="color:#66ccff;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:14;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;You Have A Type A- Personality&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td  style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:6;color:#0000cc;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A- &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff99;"&gt;You are one of the most balanced people around&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff99;"&gt;Motivated and focused, you are good at getting what you want&lt;br /&gt;You rule at success, but success doesn't rule you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When it's playtime, you really know how to kick back&lt;br /&gt;Whether it's hanging out with friends or doing something you love!&lt;br /&gt;You live life to the fullest - encorporating the best of both worlds&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/typeaquiz/"&gt;Do You Have a Type A Personality?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table cellspacing="0" cellpadding="2" width="400" align="center" border="1"  style="color:black;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="middle"  style="color:#66ccff;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;Your Inner European is Russian!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bg style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.quizdiva.net/bt/european/russian.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66cccc;"&gt;Mysterious and exotic.&lt;br /&gt;You've got a great balance of danger and allure.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/whosyourinnereuropeanquiz/"&gt;Who's" Your Inner European?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table cellspacing="0" align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;td style="PADDING-RIGHT: 5px; PADDING-LEFT: 5px; BORDER-LEFT-COLOR: gray; BACKGROUND: #bce9ff; BORDER-BOTTOM-COLOR: gray; PADDING-BOTTOM: 5px; WORD-SPACING: 0.3em; FONT: bolder small-caps 14pt Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif; TEXT-TRANSFORM: capitalize; WIDTH: 350px; COLOR: black; BORDER-TOP-STYLE: double; BORDER-TOP-COLOR: gray; PADDING-TOP: 5px; BORDER-RIGHT-STYLE: double; BORDER-LEFT-STYLE: double; TEXT-ALIGN: center; BORDER-RIGHT-COLOR: gray; BORDER-BOTTOM-STYLE: double"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your Birthdate: June 11&lt;/td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;td style="PADDING-RIGHT: 5px; PADDING-LEFT: 5px; BORDER-LEFT-COLOR: gray; BACKGROUND: #e2f5ff; BORDER-BOTTOM-COLOR: gray; PADDING-BOTTOM: 5px; FONT: small-caps 12pt Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif; TEXT-TRANSFORM: none; WIDTH: 350px; COLOR: black; BORDER-TOP-STYLE: double; BORDER-TOP-COLOR: gray; PADDING-TOP: 5px; BORDER-RIGHT-STYLE: double; BORDER-LEFT-STYLE: double; TEXT-ALIGN: left; BORDER-RIGHT-COLOR: gray; BORDER-BOTTOM-STYLE: double"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your birth on the 11th day of the month makes you something of a dreamer and an idealist.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You work well with people because you know how to use persuasion rather than force.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There is a strong spiritual side to your nature, and you may have intuitive qualities inherent in your make up, too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are very aware and sensitive, though often temperamental.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Although you have a good mind and you are very analytical, you may not be comfortable in the business world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are definitely creative and this influence tends to make you more of a dreamer than a doer.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/whatdoesyourbirthdatemeanquiz/"&gt;What Does Your Birth Date Mean?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table border cellspacing="0" cellpadding="2" width="400" align="center" border="1" style="color:black;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="middle" bg style="color:#66ccff;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-SIZE: 14pt; COLOR: blackfont-family:Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Your Dominant Intelligence is Linguistic Intelligence&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&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.quizdiva.net/bt/linguistic.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are excellent with words and language. You explain yourself well.&lt;br /&gt;An elegant speaker, you can converse well with anyone on the fly.&lt;br /&gt;You are also good at remembering information and convicing someone of your point of view.&lt;br /&gt;A master of creative phrasing and unique words, you enjoy expanding your vocabulary.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You would make a fantastic poet, journalist, writer, teacher, lawyer, politician, or translator.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/intelligencequiz.html"&gt;What Kind of Intelligence Do You Have?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table style="FONT-SIZE: 11pt; COLOR: black; FONT-FAMILY: sans-serif" cellspacing="8" cellpadding="5" width="350" align="center" border="0"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="middle" bgcolor="#b1f989"&gt;&lt;h3 style="BORDER-RIGHT: 0px; BORDER-TOP: 0px; MARGIN: 0px; BORDER-LEFT: 0px; BORDER-BOTTOM: 0px"&gt;The True You&lt;/h3&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#abf795"&gt;You want your girlfriend or boyfriend to be more open with you.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#a5f4a0"&gt;With respect to money, you spend whatever you have.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#9ff2ac"&gt;You think good luck doesn't exist - reality is built on practicalities.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#98efb7"&gt;The hidden side of your personality tends to be a little selfish. You only do what interests you.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#92edc3"&gt;You are tend to think about others' feelings a lot, perhaps because you are so eager to be liked.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#8ceace"&gt;When it comes to finding a romantic partner, you will search and search until you find your perfect match.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/whosthetrueyouquiz/"&gt;Who's the True You?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table border cellspacing="0" cellpadding="2" width="400" align="center" border="1" style="color:black;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="middle" bg style="color:#66ccff;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-SIZE: 14pt; COLOR: blackfont-family:Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;You Are 25% Left Brained, 75% Right Brained&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#ffffff"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The left side of your brain controls verbal ability, attention to detail, and reasoning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Left brained people are good at communication and persuading others.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you're left brained, you are likely good at math and logic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your left brain prefers dogs, reading, and quiet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The right side of your brain is all about creativity and flexibility.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Daring and intuitive, right brained people see the world in their unique way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you're right brained, you likely have a talent for creative writing and art.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your right brain prefers day dreaming, philosophy, and sports.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/rightorleftbrainedquiz/"&gt;Are You Right or Left Brained?&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13235022-112325000919739825?l=wherearemyhavaianas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wherearemyhavaianas.blogspot.com/feeds/112325000919739825/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13235022&amp;postID=112325000919739825&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13235022/posts/default/112325000919739825'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13235022/posts/default/112325000919739825'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wherearemyhavaianas.blogspot.com/2005/08/what-they-say-about-me.html' title='what they say about me!'/><author><name>crazy/beautiful</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10595126237064908592</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i7.photobucket.com/albums/y293/wherearemyhavaianas/jonys.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13235022.post-112319640074022309</id><published>2005-08-04T17:59:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-08-05T13:50:33.213-05:00</updated><title type='text'>THE RULE</title><content type='html'>&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff66;"&gt;If he’s going to call, he’ll do it by Tuesday to ask you about Saturday ...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff66;"&gt;If it works out on Saturday, he’llwant to see you Wednesday ...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff66;"&gt;And after over eight months of dating bliss,he should at least ask you to move in with him ...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;I hate this rule so much. It makes yu feeldown when there's no phone call when infact there are lots of reasons why a person can't call before tuesday and why wait for someone to have a plan on your life?! Go for which ever comes first and not wait for someone else's call..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#33ffff;"&gt;Or maybe I am just bitter. Haha!&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&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/13235022-112319640074022309?l=wherearemyhavaianas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wherearemyhavaianas.blogspot.com/feeds/112319640074022309/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13235022&amp;postID=112319640074022309&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13235022/posts/default/112319640074022309'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13235022/posts/default/112319640074022309'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wherearemyhavaianas.blogspot.com/2005/08/rule.html' title='THE RULE'/><author><name>crazy/beautiful</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10595126237064908592</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i7.photobucket.com/albums/y293/wherearemyhavaianas/jonys.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13235022.post-112317661061729046</id><published>2005-08-04T11:23:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-08-04T18:14:23.060-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Heavy thinker</title><content type='html'>in this world wherein trust is really hard to give. can you really trust someone?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i went out with this guy and he said he never cheated..he gives 110% in a relationship. he gives his all and doesn't even care about himself..its always others first before self.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the thing is i am like that so i know there are people like that but then he is a guy and i have not met a guy who is like that. i just know a lot who claims to be like that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;are there still guys like that?or is he just pulling my leg?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but i wish not.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;***&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We pay for the mistakes we make..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and sometimes it takes our entire lifetime of paying for it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wrong decisions like getting hooked on drugs..getting pregnant early and shits like that lead us to a life full of regrets.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I learned this by looking at the lives of people around me. They get pregnant early and they end up missing all the action because they have to take care of their babies. They sometimes feel that they are not that bankable because they got kids that is why they cling on to the father of their child and to a relationship full of crap.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Doing and saying things should be thought twice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You can't change the past.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But you can have a say in your future.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13235022-112317661061729046?l=wherearemyhavaianas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wherearemyhavaianas.blogspot.com/feeds/112317661061729046/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13235022&amp;postID=112317661061729046&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13235022/posts/default/112317661061729046'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13235022/posts/default/112317661061729046'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wherearemyhavaianas.blogspot.com/2005/08/heavy-thinker.html' title='Heavy thinker'/><author><name>crazy/beautiful</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10595126237064908592</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i7.photobucket.com/albums/y293/wherearemyhavaianas/jonys.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13235022.post-112316687648803753</id><published>2005-08-04T09:38:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-08-04T17:57:42.926-05:00</updated><title type='text'>confessions of a serial loser</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffcc66;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;i feel shitty.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ffff;"&gt;we were all outside last night..chilling. talking while our neighbors were having a good time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we were talking about life and plans.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then i said to my cousin that i don't have any REAL plan. i realized that we all make plans for ourselves but we don't really now what's ahead of us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;like for him, he planned to study and work but he ended up having a family so what's the sense of having a plan when tomorrow you'll be slapped on the face and be told that oh no..you're plan is not gonna work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i reflected on the life i had..so shitty. no direction at all. free..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but then i have to have a plan right? just to make it seem that i want something.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i am not contented really. i have lots of things in mind but i know that's something near impossible.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;all i want is a good life. a good work. a loving person who i can share my ups and down.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;that simple.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but i got all the shit in the world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eugene, a new friend (my cousin's friend) told me to start counting my blessings. It's really tough when all we can see is what we don't have. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Lost...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Lost..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Lost.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Lost&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;Really pathethic.&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13235022-112316687648803753?l=wherearemyhavaianas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wherearemyhavaianas.blogspot.com/feeds/112316687648803753/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13235022&amp;postID=112316687648803753&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13235022/posts/default/112316687648803753'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13235022/posts/default/112316687648803753'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wherearemyhavaianas.blogspot.com/2005/08/confessions-of-serial-loser.html' title='confessions of a serial loser'/><author><name>crazy/beautiful</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10595126237064908592</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i7.photobucket.com/albums/y293/wherearemyhavaianas/jonys.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13235022.post-112309437271045621</id><published>2005-08-03T13:14:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-08-03T22:03:03.486-05:00</updated><title type='text'>kid strikes back!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ilan sa mga nasakyan ko sa Wonderland...BITIN diba?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6909/1155/320/spongebob_sm21.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;SpongeBob Squarepants 3D&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;SpongeBob Squarepants will star in a deep-sea 3D motion simulator movie ride at the Paramount Action F/X Theatre - The world's only ocean motion movie ride! -&gt; saksakan sa boring pero enjoy ang mga kids..for me? Universal Studio parin!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6909/1155/1600/white_water_canyon_sm.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 135px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 120px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="123" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6909/1155/320/white_water_canyon_sm.jpg" width="166" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;White Water Canyon&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;White Water Canyon is full of powerful rapids that weave giant rafts through cavernous caves and sharp rocks. Hidden geysers wait to soak the unsuspecting rafter. ..at sino ang unsuspecting rafter? kami ni ate jing..pero mas basa si ate jing..ako lang yung unang unang tinapatan ng falls..hehe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6909/1155/1600/tomb_raider_sm12.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6909/1155/320/tomb_raider_sm12.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Tomb Raider: The Ride&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Wonderland introduces Canada's only FLYING COASTER -- enjoy the thrills of a rollercoaster while experiencing the sensation of flying.--dyos ko! dito hindi ako gaano natakot sumakay kasi game naman ako sa mga thrill rides kasi it won't last so long but when it started eh natakot ako..pano nakadapa ka habang ride. as in i closed my eyes from time to time kasi feeling moyou'll hit into something.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6909/1155/1600/psyclone_sm4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6909/1155/320/psyclone_sm4.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Psyclone&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;On Psyclone, in the Action Zone, catch some gravity defying hang time on the most powerful pendulum on the planet! Daring thrill-seekers will rock 120-feet in the air, while spinning on a giant, sky teasing disc.--&gt; gives you thousands of butterflies! but it was a long wait!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6909/1155/1600/cliffhanger_sm2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6909/1155/320/cliffhanger_sm2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cliffhanger&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;Cliffhanger is Wonderland's super swing with attitude and altitude! Cliffhanger will take passengers through snap rollovers and unyielding 360-degree twists and turns as they are propelled through moments of zero gravity and an inescapable wall of water. Cliffhanger is the ultimate experience for thrill seekers who think they have done it all. --&gt;this is the first ride i tried and asteeeeg! as in nag tturn ka tapos pag upside down mo saktong tataas yung fountain kaya basa talaga! wanna do this all over again.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6909/1155/1600/timberwolf_falls_sm1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6909/1155/320/timberwolf_falls_sm1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Timberwolf Falls&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;Timberwolf Falls is the ultimate log flume adventure, where riders traverse a racing river and cool off with a giant splash.--&gt; i think the Disney's Splash Mountain is way better!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6909/1155/1600/black_hole_sm1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6909/1155/320/black_hole_sm1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Black Hole&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;The Black hole is a four-storey speed slide that takes sliders into an abyss of blackness, where they will twist, turn and splash in total darkness.--&gt; tried this twice..the second time was with gia..la lang..sarap lang sumigaw sa tunnel..waaaaah!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6909/1155/1600/super_soaker_sm1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6909/1155/320/super_soaker_sm1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Super Soaker&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;On Super Soaker, rafters are plunged into darkness, spiraling down an eerie tunnel, which converts into an open-air flume slide under a curtain of cooling water. --&gt; laugh trip kami ni kuya joel dito kasi pumila kami ng hindi namin alam kung ano mangyayare..yun pala maramihan sa isang boat.buti pala magkasama kami. anyway, ayun nag slide kami pero ako patalikod!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6909/1155/1600/wild_beast_sm.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6909/1155/320/wild_beast_sm.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;The Wild Beast&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the Wild Beast™ get set to ride the banks and jump the humps on this massive serpentine designed wooden coaster. With more than 3000 feet of track, this wildcat coaster reaches maximum speeds through a never-ending stretch of camel humps and hairpin turns. ---&gt;Eto naman ang pinaka olats! naalog ang utak namin dito sa lubak!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;pictures from http://www.canadas-wonderland.com&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13235022-112309437271045621?l=wherearemyhavaianas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wherearemyhavaianas.blogspot.com/feeds/112309437271045621/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13235022&amp;postID=112309437271045621&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13235022/posts/default/112309437271045621'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13235022/posts/default/112309437271045621'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wherearemyhavaianas.blogspot.com/2005/08/kid-strikes-back.html' title='kid strikes back!'/><author><name>crazy/beautiful</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10595126237064908592</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i7.photobucket.com/albums/y293/wherearemyhavaianas/jonys.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13235022.post-112307696368990682</id><published>2005-08-03T08:36:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-08-03T16:53:16.396-05:00</updated><title type='text'>memories with pyros...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6909/1155/320/13.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;after the race! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffccff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;i'm in pink!!! &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6909/1155/1600/47.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6909/1155/320/47.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt; che, alpher ina, me and jonathan at cocomangas!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6909/1155/1600/7.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6909/1155/320/7.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt; ita na bangag pa!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;bora nights! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;miss this so much! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;that's alpher, ina, jonathan aka peterpanot and moi!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6909/1155/1600/1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6909/1155/320/1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;PYROS chics.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;this was taken at marc's birthday party and his &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;1st despedida party&lt;/span&gt; to japan (kasi marami pang sumunod dahil hindi sya nakaalis at ngayon asa P.I. nanaman!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13235022-112307696368990682?l=wherearemyhavaianas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wherearemyhavaianas.blogspot.com/feeds/112307696368990682/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13235022&amp;postID=112307696368990682&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13235022/posts/default/112307696368990682'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13235022/posts/default/112307696368990682'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wherearemyhavaianas.blogspot.com/2005/08/memories-with-pyros.html' title='memories with pyros...'/><author><name>crazy/beautiful</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10595126237064908592</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i7.photobucket.com/albums/y293/wherearemyhavaianas/jonys.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13235022.post-112307447782444215</id><published>2005-08-03T08:07:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-08-03T08:07:57.830-05:00</updated><title type='text'>you and me</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#330099;"&gt;what day is it - and in what month - this clock never seemed so alive - I can't keep up - and I can't back down - I've been losing so much time - cause it's you and me and all of the people - with nothing to do - nothing to lose - and it's you and me and all of the people - and I don't know why - I can't keep my eyes off of you - all of the things that I want to say - just aren't coming out right - I'm tripping inwards - you got my head spinning - I don't know where to go from here - cause it's you and me and all of the people - with nothing to do - nothing to prove - and it's you and me and all of the people - and I don't know why - I can't keep my eyes off of you - there's something about you now - I can't quite figure out - everything she does is beautiful - everything she does is right - you and me and all of the people - with nothing to do - nothing to lose - and it's you and me and all of the people - and I don't know why - I can't keep my eyes off of you - you and me and all of the people - with nothing to do - nothing to prove - and it's you and me and all of the people - and I don't know why - I can't keep my eyes off of you - what day is it - and in what month - this clock never seemed so alive&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13235022-112307447782444215?l=wherearemyhavaianas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wherearemyhavaianas.blogspot.com/feeds/112307447782444215/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13235022&amp;postID=112307447782444215&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13235022/posts/default/112307447782444215'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13235022/posts/default/112307447782444215'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wherearemyhavaianas.blogspot.com/2005/08/you-and-me.html' title='you and me'/><author><name>crazy/beautiful</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10595126237064908592</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i7.photobucket.com/albums/y293/wherearemyhavaianas/jonys.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13235022.post-112304510371371532</id><published>2005-08-02T23:39:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-08-03T16:54:33.986-05:00</updated><title type='text'>the hell with you</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;i am so pissed off&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;by people who have no respect for the feelings of others... trying to be funny at my expense. you know who you are... kaya ka muntik ng maupakan ng military people dahil sa mga hirit mo na panay below the belt na. can you pick someone your own size? (sabagay i'm taller than you pala!) at sana hindi babae diba? i'm so sorry but i had a bad day today so please...&lt;strong&gt;don't start with me...&lt;/strong&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/13235022-112304510371371532?l=wherearemyhavaianas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wherearemyhavaianas.blogspot.com/feeds/112304510371371532/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13235022&amp;postID=112304510371371532&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13235022/posts/default/112304510371371532'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13235022/posts/default/112304510371371532'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wherearemyhavaianas.blogspot.com/2005/08/hell-with-you.html' title='the hell with you'/><author><name>crazy/beautiful</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10595126237064908592</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i7.photobucket.com/albums/y293/wherearemyhavaianas/jonys.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13235022.post-112303441078671823</id><published>2005-08-02T20:56:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-08-03T17:10:57.816-05:00</updated><title type='text'>condensed</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ffcc00;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;strong&gt;here's a brief rundown of last week's happenings:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Friday&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;went out with Ben, a Filipino colleague of my cousin. He immigrated here when he was 15. We went to Lake Shore in Oakville for drinks and went to Tim Hortons afterwards..kwentuhan sa parking lot..tamang chillax lang. Ok naman. Hindi boring. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc66;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;S&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;w&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;a&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;b&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;e &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999900;"&gt;l&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;a&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;n&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;g&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Saturday&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt; went to James' 5oth birthday. Kia wasn't able to make it though. Na-low batt kasi yung phone ni Tita Mitz eh he was in Square One na pala. na dyahe sya pumunta.&lt;/span&gt; ang ganda ko pa naman..charing!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Sunday&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt;We went to Wonderland.&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;bitin sobraaaaa!!!!&lt;/span&gt; hindi ko nasakyan lahat kasi civic holiday the next day kaya long weekend.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;Monday&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;Went to the mall..saw havaianas 2 for $20 ..not bad diba? pero hindi ko pa binili (la pa ko work eh...less on the expenses muna) went to Famous Players..saw Charlie and the Chocolate Factory..liked the old film better.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Today&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;stucked at home..bad weather...went out 10pm with Tita Mitz..movie sana pero tom nalang...at &lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#6666cc;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;nakita ko yung crush kong lifeguard sa Famous Players&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;...kaso kasama nya si Diana, yung swimming teacher ng nephew ko..Hmph! Kia is planning to invite me to watch baseball. He texted me na may plane crash daw sa airport...not in a good mood today. i'm in denial..i think. i'll share it when i'm sure na.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#666600;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;&lt;some&gt;&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;i always wanted to settle down early. hindi naman kasi ko mahilig sa gimik gimik. tamang sa house lang kwentuhan while drinking eh ok na..ok na yung sine..picnic..and the like..i plan to get married by the age of 25 and that's 2 years away. as of now, i'm just dating..no commitments..ngayon ko palang na eexperience yung ganito and i' m kinda enjoying myself but part of me wants to have a family soon. yun bang may uuwian kang asawa na mag-aalaga..i don't wanna have kids pa kasi hassle yun..mas masaya kung puro quality time muna diba? ah ewan! &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;erase..erase..erase!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ccccff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;erase...erase..erase!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13235022-112303441078671823?l=wherearemyhavaianas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wherearemyhavaianas.blogspot.com/feeds/112303441078671823/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13235022&amp;postID=112303441078671823&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13235022/posts/default/112303441078671823'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13235022/posts/default/112303441078671823'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wherearemyhavaianas.blogspot.com/2005/08/condensed.html' title='condensed'/><author><name>crazy/beautiful</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10595126237064908592</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i7.photobucket.com/albums/y293/wherearemyhavaianas/jonys.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13235022.post-112224789178895283</id><published>2005-07-24T18:21:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-08-03T17:12:47.296-05:00</updated><title type='text'>ToO FAsT ToO  FuRiOuS...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;i drove from the house to glen erin today. i had a hard time with the speed limit thing. i felt i was going so slow on 60 but thats the max in burnhamthorpe so i settled for that speed. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;im here at my cousin's pad..i think the pc at the house broke down..i dunno why. so &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;its less internet for me...and more boredom.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; i am almost finished with the book i was reading..darn!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;kia and i were texting eachother today. wala lang...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;no news from***&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13235022-112224789178895283?l=wherearemyhavaianas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wherearemyhavaianas.blogspot.com/feeds/112224789178895283/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13235022&amp;postID=112224789178895283&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13235022/posts/default/112224789178895283'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13235022/posts/default/112224789178895283'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wherearemyhavaianas.blogspot.com/2005/07/too-fast-too-furious.html' title='ToO FAsT ToO  FuRiOuS...'/><author><name>crazy/beautiful</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10595126237064908592</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i7.photobucket.com/albums/y293/wherearemyhavaianas/jonys.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13235022.post-112221878583222294</id><published>2005-07-24T09:52:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-08-03T17:13:05.140-05:00</updated><title type='text'>deep inside of me..</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;you wanna know me a little bit more?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;you wanna know what's deep inside me?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;read on..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;i am frustrated.&lt;/span&gt; i have a lot of regrets really. that is why i opted to stay here in Canada to have a new life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we went to my nephew's karate lesson yesterday and i got frustrated on how my life turned this way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;i am no good.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i wanted to take up martial arts but i was enrolled to ballet for awhile. you know parents they enroll all girls to ballet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i took up piano which i hated because of the teacher and i found drums better. i wanted one and to learn one. this happened after attempting to learn guitar..so my dad told me he wouldn't buy me a drum set because he bought me a guitar and ended up learning D-A-G-A or line to heaven.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;i think i am an athlete (maybe at heart.)&lt;/span&gt; i knew my dad wanted a son so i really took time to learn how to play basketball but he told me na sa dribble palang daw wala na. i took up swimming around grade 5 at valle verde. i knew i did well because i was able to cross 50m. with back stroke and i wasn't scared of diving in the 10ft. pool but i wasn't able to continue my lessons.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;i did not excel.&lt;/span&gt; i had a hard time during GS and HS. I had a hard time concentrating during classes.May ADHD ata ako so i ended up with tutorials at dun ko palang maiintindihan. Maybe because i was a day dreamer. I also find fun in dreaming. I make a guest list every year for my birthday thinking of a theme or something when infact i don't even have a party..i just end up going to fontana, splash island, tagaytay, clubs with friends. i had to take up summer lessons in school thats why i wasn't able to pursue swimming and boy i am really a frustrated swimmer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;when i got to Miriam..things changed. i was more sociable joining orgs and i had to guts to apply in UP and &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;it was an achievement for me when i got accepted.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; Milestone ba..&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;I thought i was such a crappy loser.half baked..and clueless..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;I&lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;went to UP and it was the first time i aced an exam as in 100%.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; I went to school and studied a day before and ended up getting good grades and people looked up to me for advice and I often take charge in group activities like reporting. &lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;I gained confidence.&lt;/span&gt; I wanted to try a new sport..dragonboat but i felt i couldn't do all the land training. I used to be part of the track and field team in HS. I felt really down that time. I did not get any medal which i badly wanted to impress my dad. I can do sprints but not long distance so i know i can't do the land training part for rowing but one day, Mark who told me that i would have a hard time with the run asked me to come with him and I enjoyed it..the rowing part ofcourse. I guess because its a water sport and the movement is like swimming. Boy my running did suck bigtime but Casper (mahal ko talaga to!) really took time and inalalayan ako kasi naman it was like 3-4 years na hindi ako tumakbo. Tin, my team mate in UP took time to train with me sa running. We didn't join the pack run but ended running every day and I was able to do the 7.5 K (i can't do that anymore!) but my knees got really sored so i can't really do too much running. its called patella femoral syndrome.so i use a mueller support shit when i run which i forgot to bring here. i got really into rowing and i was secretly training..weights, run and swim on the side. This is the sport where I receieved my second medal (the first was during kinder-honor ako nun!) and medals kept following. &lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;almost every competition may uwi akong medal.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i transfered to PYROS and &lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;i ended up rowing with the mens team under mens open.&lt;/span&gt; I was used to rowing 300m but for the mens it was 500m. I was so proud of myself and my parents too. They even watched my first competition wherein we won silver. &lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;I rowed with the Marines in a competition and they were really nice and told me that I did great and they counted on me&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;This is why I love dragonboat so much.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I exceled in this field.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The women's team that I handled won for the first time (after 2 ligwaks) and everyone just couldn't believe it kabago bagong team wla pang 6 months na ang rrow ang halos lahat tapos nanalo at natalo ang mga teams na matagal na at sobrang ensayado. They barely saw us train kasi we didn't really train. We entered to competition for experience. Puso lang siguro. I was their pacer and I really gave my all. They knew I never wanted to pace (bad experience!) so it was a sacrifice on my part to do something i really hated but hey i love dragonboat..winning and my teammates who became family to me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...and now that i am thousand miles away from the bay..i am lost once again..trying to find some sense here...searching for achievements..and to put my rollercoaster shit in order..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;i miss rowing.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;i miss winning.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;i miss getting medals and praises.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;i miss the feeling of doing something good and that pays off.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;oh yes..i was deprived for a long time..at bumabawi lang..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13235022-112221878583222294?l=wherearemyhavaianas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wherearemyhavaianas.blogspot.com/feeds/112221878583222294/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13235022&amp;postID=112221878583222294&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13235022/posts/default/112221878583222294'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13235022/posts/default/112221878583222294'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wherearemyhavaianas.blogspot.com/2005/07/deep-inside-of-me.html' title='deep inside of me..'/><author><name>crazy/beautiful</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10595126237064908592</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i7.photobucket.com/albums/y293/wherearemyhavaianas/jonys.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13235022.post-112221661380590659</id><published>2005-07-24T09:26:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-08-03T17:19:13.363-05:00</updated><title type='text'>23 but going back to 13!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#ff6600;"&gt;oh my god! i should have wrote this when my emotions were so high! the feeling was like &lt;u&gt;i'm 13 once again&lt;/u&gt;. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#ff6600;"&gt;i was really nervous and all since it's kind of my first real date. real means you're basically not friends yet and you don't know a single thing about him..something like that so i was unprepared for akward moments.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my cousins were super suportive of me. they took time to accompany me to buy stuffs and dressed me up for the night..the works! i felt i was going to the prom with everyone paying close attention to me while i was preparing. i fitted a &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;dozen&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; clothes before deciding which one i should wear. my friends back home will really be suprised or wouldn't recognized me. &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;i felt like i was doing a show for ASAP.haha! (blame TFC!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;kia picked me up at our house and everything was smooth. we talked and talked in the car and he showed me the CN tower and the rogers centre at downtown toronto. i was really impressed when i learned that &lt;strong&gt;we were going to some party for NBA MVP Steve Nash&lt;/strong&gt;. he got us in the guest list so we didn't have to fall in line and we came in first. He explained to me how clubbing goes here cause its my first time to go clubbing in another country. i don't even go out in the flip. i prefer chilling at a friend's house than spending money and getting drunk (is that a mature thing or am i just a KJ? but i am way different here..bumabawi for the lack of it). Inside had 3 levels.the first 2 for dancing and a patio for smokers (no smoking inside buildings like in makati). since it had 3 levels it took a whole baranggay to fill the club up. people were basically scattered. &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Kia was really nice.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt; He talked about his Iran, his country and their life when the immigrated. He was gracious enough to answer all my questions. I even ran out of things to ask and he was like cmon ask me.. He is studying a complicated course..something to do with IT and culture in the University of Toronto. He's a good dancer infact he finds the white lousy because they were not even dancing (at ganon tayo sumayaw sa club sa atin ah! kaya tinamaan ako don..i was thinking what?! how do you want me to dance?!). He's very much interested in the Philippines and he wants to go for the summer next year (he's graduating by that time.) He wants a different vacation cause most people here go to Cuba. His bestfriend is a Filipino but the guy grew up here and he has a sister who was crowned Miss Manila. Suprisingly he has not tasted any Filipino dish and he only knows kamusta. He went to Canada when he was 9 and he didn't even know how to speak in English so he had to take classes and basically just watch TV (ako naman puro TFC! and i missed big brother 6 again!). Our dancing and drinking was cut short &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;(We didn't get to see Steve Nash! MY BAD!!!)&lt;/span&gt; cause i got sick..probably the acid in the alcohol. &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;would you believe i drank more than him?!&lt;/span&gt; He gave me his beer. Or maybe its because &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;i mixed hard with beer&lt;/span&gt;. I heard (but im not sure) that its a no-no. So he brought me to the apartment and i went home with my cousins. God, when i was there in the club..I actually thought I was going to pass out cause I had chest pains and couldn't breathe anymore..bummer! It was way worse than the plane ride.&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; I was like should I call 911?! I think i'm gonna die any moment.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; So there, I don't know what will happen next..He said i could just call him and if he's not busy we could meet up. Tita Mitz would probably call him to check out..we'll see if there is date number 2..but now, &lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;there is no spark yet...so sad!&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/13235022-112221661380590659?l=wherearemyhavaianas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wherearemyhavaianas.blogspot.com/feeds/112221661380590659/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13235022&amp;postID=112221661380590659&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13235022/posts/default/112221661380590659'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13235022/posts/default/112221661380590659'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wherearemyhavaianas.blogspot.com/2005/07/23-but-going-back-to-13.html' title='23 but going back to 13!'/><author><name>crazy/beautiful</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10595126237064908592</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i7.photobucket.com/albums/y293/wherearemyhavaianas/jonys.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13235022.post-112211799018663812</id><published>2005-07-23T06:03:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-08-13T02:14:27.386-05:00</updated><title type='text'>do you like shintaro?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#cc9933;"&gt;yesterday we were supposed to hang out at tita nild's pad and watch the jersey video with nono edmund but ate tina called and invited us over so we went there instead. &lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#990000;"&gt;it was a u and me and five bucks kinda thing (reality bites...if you know what i mean!)&lt;/span&gt; so it was kinda cool..just chillin at backkyard talking about some stuffs about canada and staying here. ate tina's really nice and funny also.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc9933;"&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;em&gt;i said something about being mahaba ang buhok ko (the term connoting na ang ganda ko winner ako) and she actually thought i had long hair before that's why i said that (forgive her she's a mother of 3 already and has no tfc)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;but she told me something i think i will never forget. i do often hear that but now it has a lot more meaning to me..she said &lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;"kung uukol, bubukol!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt; i think we should really plan our lives so well that we are forced to go in just one direction whether or not we're sure that's the right one. i mean if its meant to you there's gonna be away so she said i should even be thankful for being here cause its so hard to get here (tell me all about it..my god 19 hours! haha!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc9933;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc9933;"&gt;tita mitz called up kia on the phone while i was in the middle of a very interesting story and even before i finished kia arrived. just a short background, even before i got here tita mitz paired me up with kia cause kia was having difficulties courting with the girl he likes.. so when kia was asked to date someone he would say that &lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;i already have a girlfriend in the philippines.her name is michelle&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; (yes i am called by that name here..hehe! -pa-girl effect!). the next day i arrived, we went to squareone and passed by bell where tita mitz and kia works so they pointed out kia and that was the end of it. so kia went over and he talked with tita mitz and kuya joel and ate tina grilled him on the side and started pairing us up. at ate tina's hubby's party on the 30th, kia would be my date. he had to work at bell on an opening shift today so he left and tita mitz walked him outside. tita mitz went back and was excited and asked if i liked him. i said he's ok and she said &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#000099;"&gt;he likes you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; (like doesn't mean anything romantic here!) and that kia asked tita mitz to give kia's number so we can hang out and if im free tonight we can go clubbing with some friends and what made tita mitz so excited was when kia said &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;why did you tell i had a gf?!&lt;/span&gt; he was kinda having difficulties with the girl he was courting cause the girl lives in niagara falls and he only sees her during wednesdays and he has to juggle school and work. so there, ang pagbebenta &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;NILA&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt; sakin (like hotcakes!) payed off.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc9933;"&gt;kia by the way persian..&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#6666cc;"&gt;eats meat and drinks&lt;/span&gt; (not the typical muslim)..has a car..lives with his brother who is his manager at work (crazy right? can't call sick!)..interested about the philippines..looks like a younger shintaro valdez or something like that..the likes perhaps of ylmaz bektas but not freaking rich!&lt;/span&gt; ganda ng mata!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc9933;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc9933;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc9933;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13235022-112211799018663812?l=wherearemyhavaianas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wherearemyhavaianas.blogspot.com/feeds/112211799018663812/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13235022&amp;postID=112211799018663812&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13235022/posts/default/112211799018663812'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13235022/posts/default/112211799018663812'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wherearemyhavaianas.blogspot.com/2005/07/do-you-like-shintaro.html' title='do you like shintaro?'/><author><name>crazy/beautiful</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10595126237064908592</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i7.photobucket.com/albums/y293/wherearemyhavaianas/jonys.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13235022.post-112203641916870120</id><published>2005-07-22T07:10:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-07-22T07:46:59.176-05:00</updated><title type='text'>ice breaker</title><content type='html'>to break the monotomy of reading paragraphs!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;THREE NAMES YOU GO BY:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Micky 2. Chi 3. Michelle&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;THREE SCREEN NAMES YOU HAVE HAD:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. mickolodeon 2. mickydude 3. beach bum&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;THREE PHYSICAL THINGS YOU LIKE ABOUT YOURSELF:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. height&lt;br /&gt;2. expressive eyes&lt;br /&gt;3. acne free skin&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;THREE PHYSICAL THINGS YOU DON'T LIKE ABOUT YOURSELF:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. my lips&lt;br /&gt;2. my teeth..used to be perfect but had an accident and got braces which made it...&lt;br /&gt;3. hair (ang balbon ko pa!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;THREE PARTS OF YOUR HERITAGE:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Filipino&lt;br /&gt;2. Spanish&lt;br /&gt;3. i think i have Chinese blood&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;THREE THINGS THAT SCARE YOU:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. losing loved ones&lt;br /&gt;2. being alone forever&lt;br /&gt;3. deportation..haha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;THREE OF YOUR EVERYDAY ESSENTIALS:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. computer&lt;br /&gt;2. good book&lt;br /&gt;3. TFC&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;THINGS YOU ARE WEARING RIGHT NOW:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. my black pyros racerback&lt;br /&gt;2. my white long boardshorts bought in a trip to ormoc at a very cheap price&lt;br /&gt;3.  jewelry (ang necklace at pearl bought in bora)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;THREE OF YOUR FAVORITE BANDS OR MUSICAL &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;ARTISTS:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Gary V&lt;br /&gt;2. Boyz II Men&lt;br /&gt;3. MYMP&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;THREE OF YOUR FAVORITE SONGS:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Crazy for you&lt;br /&gt;2. To be with you&lt;br /&gt;3. Especially for you (lahat me you..hehe! current faves yan! may change in time..)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;THREE THINGS YOU WANT IN A RELATIONSHIP:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. commitment&lt;br /&gt;2. love&lt;br /&gt;3. understanding&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;TWO TRUTHS AND A LIE (in no particular order):&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. I love taking pictures of myself&lt;br /&gt;2. I'm good with kids and parents&lt;br /&gt;3. I'm a good liar&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;THREE PHYSICAL THINGS ABOUT THE PREFERRED SEX THAT APPEAL TO YOU:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. mala bball player ang height&lt;br /&gt;2. kalbo&lt;br /&gt;3. suplado tingnan&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;THREE OF YOUR FAVORITE HOBBIES:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. dragonboat&lt;br /&gt;2. swimming&lt;br /&gt;3. shopping&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;THREE THINGS YOU WANT TO DO REALLY BADLY RIGHT NOW:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. get a work visa and work&lt;br /&gt;2. meet new friends&lt;br /&gt;3. go on dates and clubbing&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;THREE CAREERS YOU'RE CONSIDERING/YOU'VE CONSIDERED:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. labor force&lt;br /&gt;2. artista (huwhat!)&lt;br /&gt;3. business woman (naks!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;THREE PLACES YOU WANT TO GO ON VACATION:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Greece&lt;br /&gt;2. Australia (for more roxy..hehe!)&lt;br /&gt;3. Cebu&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;THREE KID'S NAMES YOU LIKE:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Raphael&lt;br /&gt;2. Lorenzo&lt;br /&gt;3. Isabela&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;THREE THINGS YOU WANT TO DO BEFORE YOU DIE:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. become a Canadian&lt;br /&gt;2. have a family&lt;br /&gt;3. become contented&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;THREE WAYS THAT YOU ARE STEREOTYPICALLY A GIRL:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. fickle minded&lt;br /&gt;2. loves to shop&lt;br /&gt;3. emotional&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;THREE CELEB CRUSHES:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Jericho Rosales&lt;br /&gt;2. Derek Zoolander&lt;br /&gt;3. la nko maisip&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;WOULD LIKE TO SEE TAKE THIS QUIZ NOW:&lt;/span&gt; anyone.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13235022-112203641916870120?l=wherearemyhavaianas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wherearemyhavaianas.blogspot.com/feeds/112203641916870120/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13235022&amp;postID=112203641916870120&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13235022/posts/default/112203641916870120'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13235022/posts/default/112203641916870120'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wherearemyhavaianas.blogspot.com/2005/07/ice-breaker.html' title='ice breaker'/><author><name>crazy/beautiful</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10595126237064908592</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i7.photobucket.com/albums/y293/wherearemyhavaianas/jonys.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13235022.post-112189444103209064</id><published>2005-07-20T16:10:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-08-05T08:20:50.173-05:00</updated><title type='text'>match me if you can</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#999900;"&gt;as i posted before..medyo on the stage ako ng pag bbloom kasi lagi ako inaayusan ni ate jing, my cousin's wife.today she gave me a top and asked me to wear it. halter sya na tali tali yung likod...so i was forced to &lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ffff99;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;go braless&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt; (sabagay who would notice naman!)..medyo &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;liberating&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; yung feeling..and i can't understand why. shempre minake upan din ako..aba eh &lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;sa mc do lang naman ako napadpad&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;/span&gt; she kept on reminding me na sanayin ko na sarili ko para pag nag-aral ako and nag work eh palagi ako naka ayos (feeling ko tuloy mukha akong dugyot pag wala!). anyway, i learned today that we were invited to ben's place on sat. ben is the guy my family is pairing me up. we just talked on the phone once. it will be the meet the family plus him on saturday. tomorrow, my cousin's friend who is a canadian is coming over to do the backyard and he wants to meet me kaso naman sablay daw yun pero wag ka he was the one who helped my cousin decorate my room. kasi naman may friend yung cousin ko si abriel..mukhang ok based on their kwentos..yung &lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#33ccff;"&gt;tipong type ko..matangkad, kalbo, mabait at stable&lt;/span&gt; na..canadian pa! hehe! eh may gf na..hay..so sad! artistahin pa naman daw..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*****&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Aaronne cried again today when i pretended to be santa's gf. he doesn't want me to have a boyfriend cause that would mean i don't like him anymore. he wants me to stay with him forever...&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;how's that?!&lt;/strong&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/13235022-112189444103209064?l=wherearemyhavaianas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wherearemyhavaianas.blogspot.com/feeds/112189444103209064/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13235022&amp;postID=112189444103209064&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13235022/posts/default/112189444103209064'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13235022/posts/default/112189444103209064'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wherearemyhavaianas.blogspot.com/2005/07/match-me-if-you-can.html' title='match me if you can'/><author><name>crazy/beautiful</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10595126237064908592</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i7.photobucket.com/albums/y293/wherearemyhavaianas/jonys.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13235022.post-112168859253847772</id><published>2005-07-17T19:10:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-08-05T08:23:29.573-05:00</updated><title type='text'>US Adventure</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;this is probably the &lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;second longest weekend for the year&lt;/strong&gt;!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; first siguro yung travel ko from manila to narita to detroit to toronto! sunday ka ng umaga umalis tapos naka ilang tulog gising eh nasa eroplano parin at pag land aba sunday parin!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;this time, we traveled from mississauga all the way to &lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;carteret, new jersey&lt;/span&gt;. sumaya lang kami when we went to the mall for shopping. it was one of the many stop overs we had going to holiday inn to check in. we went to &lt;span style="color:#ffcc66;"&gt;paramus park&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;at first i hesitated to buy stuffs kasi medyo tight ang budget mahirap na (&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;BEGGAR!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;)..so i just looked around. then kuya joel (na laging taga sulsol!) told me to buy clothes na di casual kasi nga puro shirts dala ko galing pinas. so i bought a top at &lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;LVL X&lt;/span&gt;...then we went to &lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;charlotte russe&lt;/span&gt; and i saw the lacy spag straps (lingerie type!) na buy 1 get 1 at 8.99 so ayun napabili na naman ako. then i saw this &lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;nine west&lt;/span&gt; bag at macy's for my mom..which is &lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;$39 less 25%&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; so go ang lola mo and i got it at 27 dollars including tax (may tax kasi na 6% sa NJ ang accessories pero ang clothes and shoes wala!) so thats less than 1800 in peso diba? samantalang i spent more than 2k bucks on my mango bag..but then again its adorable! right ainee? &lt;--isa pang taga sulsol! kaya kawawa ang atm ko tuwing mag mmall kami. after shopping, we went to holiday inn and went swimming! yez..aba &lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#cc9933;"&gt;ako pa pag nakakita ng tubig eh para kong hinihila pababa!&lt;/span&gt; the next day, we went to the party at the community centre to celebrate carigara town fiesta which falls on the same day. so there...minake over ako ni ate jing..mukha kong mag sshow sa ASAP..pati buhok ko eh naka style. i felt akward but then maraming nakapansin..my relatives who first saw me when i went to carigara early this year did not recognize me..bukod sa &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;blonde&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;daw eh alam nila bata pa ko (baby face kasi! hehe!) and then..there's this guy i was checking out! &lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ffcc66;"&gt;pakshet!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;history repeats itself.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tipong may eye contact na kami and my aunt thinks the guy is interested kasi he was checking on me as well..badtrip biglang sabi ng relative ko na pinsan ko sya (hay..maganda talaga lahi namin!-hehe!). it happened narin to relatives of mine na hindi nila alam na magkamag anak tapos niligawan or something! hay! bad trip talaga! cutie pie pa naman and he's good with kids. mabait sya kay aaronne (yez..dinadaan sa pamangkin ko sabay tingin sakin-god &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#6666cc;"&gt;bakit ako kinikilig&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;..kaasar..well, maybe they were wrong or napaka layo as in milya milya! kasing layo ng canada sa new jersey!). next year, the celebration will be at chicago. i wonder if he's attending! dapat lang aba america parin yun taga virginia sya..kami nga tong foreigner..haha! coincidence pa na nasa holiday inn sya kasi when we went back to change to another attire (ginawang ASAP talaga eh!) nasa pool sya nag sswim (may radar to!) at after the party sabay sabay kami dumating sa hotel at sya pa nag open ng door for all of us (&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ccccff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;how sweet!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; -&lt;/u&gt;kaya ko palagi bulilyaso..yun palang sweet na!) at yun na ang huli naming pagkikita. although i think i saw him sa corridor bago kami nag check out o guni guni ko lang yun?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then, we went to &lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;nanuet, new york&lt;/span&gt; (opo hindi kami nakapuntang city due to lack of time at hindi rin namin nakita ang statue of liberty!) to visit da gloria at ate jasmine's house. we left a few minutes after we got there and went to the mall it &lt;span style="color:#336666;"&gt;palisades&lt;/span&gt;..(ang bastos ba?! hehe! bumalik namin kami) at ayun shopping na naman.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6909/1155/1600/top6.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6909/1155/320/top6.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;what's good in the US is puro sale at mas mababa ang tax compared to canada&lt;/span&gt;. ang masklap lang is that i want a &lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;ibook g4 and its 999 and you can get a few ipod mini for free&lt;/span&gt; as long as you have a college id. man! i didn't bring my id. i don't even know where it is! oh well, i gotta ask somebody to buy it for me and pay for it. i went to shopping again to buy stuffs for friends (ayan! narinig nyo na..you know who you are! 6 lang kayo!) and family members! shempre some &lt;span style="color:#336666;"&gt;victoria secret&lt;/span&gt; for me also and &lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;old navy&lt;/span&gt;.its nice when its sale kasi napipilitan ka to buy kasi sayang yung opportunity. i think im back to my old self! naninibago kasi si mommy when she hears na hindi ako bumibili dito sa canada when im a self confessed shopaholic back home (no wonder i love the books so much..i can totally relate!) but &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;i am a modified shopaholic&lt;/span&gt;..&lt;/span&gt;shop for whats needed and for future use (ayan naman tapos mas mura na sya by the time na plano ibenta o gamitin!) and on sale. sige na yung needed means mga gamit na hindi ko nadala! mas mahal naman magpa ship diba? at yung future use eh pasalubong (ewan ko lang kung kelan ako uuwi..) after a quick stop at the mall (mabilisan lang talaga! less than 2 hours!) we went back to ate jasmine's for lunch..aba gutom talaga! dami kong nakain..then we went back home. the trip going back is super tagtag plus si aaronne gusto lagi ng nag ggames so lalong nakakahilo. i almost threw up.pigil lang talaga! we arrived at around 1:30 at&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt; whapak&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; ako sa kama! suprisingly, im up already &lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;blogging..addictive&lt;/span&gt; talaga to!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13235022-112168859253847772?l=wherearemyhavaianas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wherearemyhavaianas.blogspot.com/feeds/112168859253847772/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13235022&amp;postID=112168859253847772&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13235022/posts/default/112168859253847772'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13235022/posts/default/112168859253847772'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wherearemyhavaianas.blogspot.com/2005/07/us-adventure.html' title='US Adventure'/><author><name>crazy/beautiful</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10595126237064908592</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i7.photobucket.com/albums/y293/wherearemyhavaianas/jonys.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13235022.post-112139126865521033</id><published>2005-07-14T20:14:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-08-03T17:44:28.166-05:00</updated><title type='text'>late bloomer</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;color:#000066;"&gt;i&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt; feel that im a &lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;late bloomer&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;..and i feel excited with change.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt; i wanna go back to the philippines and surprise my friends that i am no longer the kid they last saw. less than a week, i had my &lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#009900;"&gt;hair colored twice&lt;/span&gt;. well, my hair has color actually but it faded already because of the sun so kuya joel decided to put another color and it turn into a reddish shade..today, ate jing helped me with my eye brows.late this afternoon, kuya joel gave my hair highlights with turned into copper right now and some shade of blonde..hehe! so, i&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt; &lt;u&gt;got &lt;/u&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;different hair colors&lt;/u&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt;we're going to new jersey&lt;/span&gt; tomorrow and we plan to go clubbing. we're also gonna do that here in canada. i feel young..like a teenager starting to do new things.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;back in the philippines, i didn't care about my appearance. i had this motto which is &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#333300;"&gt;take it or leave it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; i don't wanna impress people based on my looks because i know that i would have to carry that pretension for the rest of my life. i'm also not the type who hangs out in the wash room putting the works. tipong ligo tapos. walang pabango,lotion at &lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#663366;"&gt;hindi uso sakin ang sunblock&lt;/span&gt; at moisturizer kaya siguro hindi na bumalik kulay ko from galera of 2003. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;my cousin is really liberated but with limitations ofcourse kasi &lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#6633ff;"&gt;baka 2 kameng makalbo ng tatay ko.&lt;/span&gt; he doesn't mind kung may makilala ako tapos dumalaw o tumawag dito sa house o umalis kami...kahit nga daw boyfriend ako ok lang..at aba &lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;sila pa naghahanap ng pakikilala&lt;/span&gt;.sabi nya ipapakilala nya ko sa neighbor namin na maraming barkada (lagi kasi puno yung garage ng neighbor namin..tambayan kasi ng mga teenagers!). ang ok pa dito sa canada eh walang nakakakilala sayo so kanina kahit ayoko lumabas ng kotse kasi naka shorts ako n sando eh pumasok parin ako ng walmart tutal no one would recognize me.kahit ano pwede gawin..feeling ko its like boracay na &lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;what happens here stays here&lt;/span&gt;. na &lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;free ka gawin yung mga bagay na walang titingin sayo ng masama o mang issue&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/span&gt; i love it here!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;kanina pala mukha kong&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;u&gt; loser&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt; kasi 1st time ko maka experience ng car wash na papasok yung kotse and nakakaaliw! iba talaga ang buhay dito..high tech!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i wonder what will happen this weekend...&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;im exciteddddddddddddddddd!&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/13235022-112139126865521033?l=wherearemyhavaianas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wherearemyhavaianas.blogspot.com/feeds/112139126865521033/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13235022&amp;postID=112139126865521033&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13235022/posts/default/112139126865521033'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13235022/posts/default/112139126865521033'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wherearemyhavaianas.blogspot.com/2005/07/late-bloomer.html' title='late bloomer'/><author><name>crazy/beautiful</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10595126237064908592</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i7.photobucket.com/albums/y293/wherearemyhavaianas/jonys.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13235022.post-112130929433551002</id><published>2005-07-13T21:37:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-07-18T14:29:43.286-05:00</updated><title type='text'>i miss rowing!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6909/1155/1600/team2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6909/1155/400/team.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;thats thony, tin, ceska, maggie, lala, may, fernie, kenji and me! -miss you guys! i think this is pyros chics' first race...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#336666;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;its been what...12 days?! during my entire rowing stint..i can count the number of times i was absent...sometimes due to school stuff like an exam in the morning, thesis or a defense or or the time when the PT asked me to rest for two weeks but i went back even before a week..but hell 12 days without even holding a paddle! (well, i row in the pool--just wanna prove how much im into the sport!) and i miss my team mates!!! wish we can all go here and stay in one apartment...&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/13235022-112130929433551002?l=wherearemyhavaianas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wherearemyhavaianas.blogspot.com/feeds/112130929433551002/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13235022&amp;postID=112130929433551002&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13235022/posts/default/112130929433551002'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13235022/posts/default/112130929433551002'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wherearemyhavaianas.blogspot.com/2005/07/i-miss-rowing.html' title='i miss rowing!'/><author><name>crazy/beautiful</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10595126237064908592</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i7.photobucket.com/albums/y293/wherearemyhavaianas/jonys.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13235022.post-112130792875656528</id><published>2005-07-13T21:12:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-08-03T17:53:22.713-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Filipino PRIDE</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;my day started at 10am. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;i was awaken by my nephew who entered my room and slept beside me in bed. I went down to let him play computer games while I tried to watch TFC..its magandang umaga pilipinas.we ate our brunch then we all went out. aaronne, me nephew and ate jing went to have aarone's hair cut while i waited for the 26 mississauga transit..which &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;i missed for the 3rd time&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;! &lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;i actually waited for 20 mins&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt; (ang init pa naman! 40 degrees daw ngayon and its even hotter tom!). I got off at Square One..tingin tingin sa old navy eh walang size ng flip flops (good thing!) then went to TriOS for an appointment. I was given an exam on PSW and an interview. The girl (she's asian!) who interviewed me was nice and kind of weird...&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;SHE ASKED KUNG MAY MC DONALD's BA SA PHILIPPINES?&lt;/span&gt; i said ofcourse almost every corner!! tapos she was suprised and ask kung yung mga well off lang ba nakaka afford. &lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;HELL NO!!!&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;I was picked up by my cousin, Kuya Joel sa Walmart..&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#999900;"&gt;while waiting aba &lt;u&gt;me gustong mamick up..itim na teenager&lt;/u&gt;!&lt;/span&gt; haha! he asked for my msn id and asked kung san ako nakatira at una nagtanong sya eh hindi ko na gets so i said no tapos &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;he asked kung filipina daw ba ko&lt;/span&gt;..  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;aba! nagtago tuloy ako sa payphone and called my cousin where i was at. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;so there, i went to south common again for aaronne's swimming lessons then we went to the &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;apartment to pick nono,gia, ate gay and the baby for check up then we were treated by tita nilda mc donalds. aaronne and i went home which kuya joel picked tito nick to have their hair cut (aba pupunta ata kami ng new jersey sa friday!)..aaronne and i ate at home. i convinced him to play computer games alone and not nintendo with me because i was too tired. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;I watched TFC nalang..pinagtiyagaan ko ang mr. suave..haha! tapos tfc marathon with kuya joel. katatapos lang namin actually.we saw sa tv patrol world the rally in makati at grabe talaga..walang katapusang gulo! i just wanna react to the comment of a yuppie in Makati na tuwing me gusto palitan eh rally na agad..you can say that pero &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;heller&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;! as if naman walang dahilan! Si Marcos, si Estrada at Gloria ba eh walang pagkakasala sa taong bayad! &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;my god!&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#cc6600;"&gt;boto yun...taong bayan ang niloko nya!&lt;/span&gt; at pwede ba wag na isulong yung kung ano anong changes sa constitution..naiiba yung issue eh.ang issue eh ang pandaraya sa election.tsk..tsk.. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sorry! taga UP po ako eh! hehe!&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/13235022-112130792875656528?l=wherearemyhavaianas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wherearemyhavaianas.blogspot.com/feeds/112130792875656528/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13235022&amp;postID=112130792875656528&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13235022/posts/default/112130792875656528'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13235022/posts/default/112130792875656528'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wherearemyhavaianas.blogspot.com/2005/07/filipino-pride.html' title='Filipino PRIDE'/><author><name>crazy/beautiful</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10595126237064908592</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i7.photobucket.com/albums/y293/wherearemyhavaianas/jonys.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
