<?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-2079525537517254078</id><updated>2011-11-15T06:37:18.110+08:00</updated><category term='my thoughts'/><category term='updates'/><category term='knovela adiktus'/><title type='text'>unni's journal</title><subtitle type='html'>hopes.fears.thoughts.dreams.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mayetha.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2079525537517254078/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mayetha.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>mayetha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04411848746903039421</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mFLq83oMhAw/S6li5UdoqCI/AAAAAAAAAfo/L5WkkN6DcFE/S220/uni.bmp'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>96</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2079525537517254078.post-2351180829297411180</id><published>2011-04-20T10:16:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-04-20T10:42:36.287+08:00</updated><title type='text'>quiet time..</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;I realize that this could be over in a snap of a finger. Life is too short to take it for granted. The next few days will be the best time for me to reflect on things... what i want, what i need, what makes me happy, how could i be a source or part of other people happiness. Or how could i be a better soul for You. For the past few months, i have been trying to find my place... where i could be happier. Maybe beyond this safe zone. I am not really sure if i can find it soon, or i will live through this life looking for it.. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;I am not really looking for a particular person. I am praying for a particular moment... a feeling &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;that will change everything. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;I also pray for peace of mind and better health for me and my loved ones.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;I pray for your forgiveness.. for all the things that I've done that were wrong to Your eyes. and for all other things that I should have done.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Please shower me with Your never ending love and graces. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Thank You. &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/2079525537517254078-2351180829297411180?l=mayetha.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mayetha.blogspot.com/feeds/2351180829297411180/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2079525537517254078&amp;postID=2351180829297411180' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2079525537517254078/posts/default/2351180829297411180'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2079525537517254078/posts/default/2351180829297411180'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mayetha.blogspot.com/2011/04/quiet-time.html' title='quiet time..'/><author><name>mayetha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04411848746903039421</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mFLq83oMhAw/S6li5UdoqCI/AAAAAAAAAfo/L5WkkN6DcFE/S220/uni.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2079525537517254078.post-7666702934264768346</id><published>2011-04-08T17:17:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-04-08T17:23:19.633+08:00</updated><title type='text'>my phone</title><content type='html'>Sabi nga laging may first time.. Sa tagal naming magkaibigan ng babaeng ito.. napakadami na naming napagdaanan together. Mga happy moments at mga kadramahan. Meron din namang mga morbid moments.. hehe.. yun bang tungkol sa mga katakot at mga tungkol sa dead people. May mangilan ngilan na din kaming nakitang namatay, naaksidente at mga crime scene. May mga nadalaw na din kaming mga namatay.. At kagabi.. muntik na kami kung nagkataon...Exag...hehehehe.. it's either namatay kami dahil nainis samen yung snatcher or natsugi kami sa nerbyos. Seriously, mejo napaparanoid nga ako. parang ayoko ng umuwi mag isa..or magpagabi sa daan. di na talaga safe ang mundo. Haysss.. so thankful, celfone lang ang nawala.. at sana di na maulit yun.. :(&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2079525537517254078-7666702934264768346?l=mayetha.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mayetha.blogspot.com/feeds/7666702934264768346/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2079525537517254078&amp;postID=7666702934264768346' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2079525537517254078/posts/default/7666702934264768346'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2079525537517254078/posts/default/7666702934264768346'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mayetha.blogspot.com/2011/04/my-phone.html' title='my phone'/><author><name>mayetha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04411848746903039421</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mFLq83oMhAw/S6li5UdoqCI/AAAAAAAAAfo/L5WkkN6DcFE/S220/uni.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2079525537517254078.post-5453451519281678755</id><published>2011-04-01T14:14:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-04-01T14:30:36.332+08:00</updated><title type='text'>moved on beautifully..</title><content type='html'>Im writing this for i might not remember this day and this feeling in the next few days or weeks. Can I just say I am (almost) perfectly okay. Hmmmn.. I don't know if it's because of the saying "easy come, easy go" or maybe i really saw it coming... the ending. I started it hoping i would be able to reach that point of no turning back... that there's only one thing that matters, but i did not. When it ended, i didnt feel anything, i wasnt hurt nor sad at all. After a day or two, the reality sank in. The thought that i won't be able to talk to that person made me sad. It was a happy 55 days, short but sweet. It has ended beautifully also. I am thankful it happened. I can only wish for happiness for both of us. Live and love the life that we chose.. If our paths will cross in the future, only time can tell, for now, I am happy.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2079525537517254078-5453451519281678755?l=mayetha.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mayetha.blogspot.com/feeds/5453451519281678755/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2079525537517254078&amp;postID=5453451519281678755' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2079525537517254078/posts/default/5453451519281678755'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2079525537517254078/posts/default/5453451519281678755'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mayetha.blogspot.com/2011/04/moved-on-beautifully.html' title='moved on beautifully..'/><author><name>mayetha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04411848746903039421</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mFLq83oMhAw/S6li5UdoqCI/AAAAAAAAAfo/L5WkkN6DcFE/S220/uni.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2079525537517254078.post-8261359355453169486</id><published>2011-03-28T17:25:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-03-28T17:32:29.828+08:00</updated><title type='text'>it could have been..</title><content type='html'>i might forget about this date so im writing it down, let's include all other dates hehehe.. Feb 2, Feb 15 and March 28. I thought it could be for real that i could disregard all other things. That there's only one thing that matters. I didn't reach that point. I was happy. I hope I made someone happy also.. So let's move on and be ready for the next one. Hey you, im waiting. Make me fall okay? It might be you :))&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2079525537517254078-8261359355453169486?l=mayetha.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mayetha.blogspot.com/feeds/8261359355453169486/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2079525537517254078&amp;postID=8261359355453169486' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2079525537517254078/posts/default/8261359355453169486'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2079525537517254078/posts/default/8261359355453169486'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mayetha.blogspot.com/2011/03/it-could-have-been.html' title='it could have been..'/><author><name>mayetha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04411848746903039421</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mFLq83oMhAw/S6li5UdoqCI/AAAAAAAAAfo/L5WkkN6DcFE/S220/uni.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2079525537517254078.post-2841298588956976729</id><published>2011-02-15T16:56:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-02-15T16:58:01.171+08:00</updated><title type='text'>saranghae..</title><content type='html'>i'll remember this day forever.  For today, for the first time, i told you i love you..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2079525537517254078-2841298588956976729?l=mayetha.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mayetha.blogspot.com/feeds/2841298588956976729/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2079525537517254078&amp;postID=2841298588956976729' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2079525537517254078/posts/default/2841298588956976729'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2079525537517254078/posts/default/2841298588956976729'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mayetha.blogspot.com/2011/02/saranghae.html' title='saranghae..'/><author><name>mayetha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04411848746903039421</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mFLq83oMhAw/S6li5UdoqCI/AAAAAAAAAfo/L5WkkN6DcFE/S220/uni.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2079525537517254078.post-3114287650023206653</id><published>2011-02-12T14:47:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-02-12T14:56:27.853+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Musta na?</title><content type='html'>i miss you my journal. hays.. tinatamad akong magsulat. nagbasa lang ako ng mga previous post ko. if i have time, may share ako sayo ha. hehhe..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway it's embry's bday tomorrow.. buy me regalo later..&lt;br /&gt;will be meeting jean in a while.. sayang borlog ang drama ng boss namin kaya just the two of us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;about my heart... confused again.. last time i checked... getting there.. now, u-turn yata..hahaha, normal ba ako? hays..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2079525537517254078-3114287650023206653?l=mayetha.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mayetha.blogspot.com/feeds/3114287650023206653/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2079525537517254078&amp;postID=3114287650023206653' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2079525537517254078/posts/default/3114287650023206653'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2079525537517254078/posts/default/3114287650023206653'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mayetha.blogspot.com/2011/02/musta-na.html' title='Musta na?'/><author><name>mayetha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04411848746903039421</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mFLq83oMhAw/S6li5UdoqCI/AAAAAAAAAfo/L5WkkN6DcFE/S220/uni.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2079525537517254078.post-1748490802922502737</id><published>2010-10-05T17:22:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2010-10-05T17:38:51.171+08:00</updated><title type='text'>annennanyarehhhhh...</title><content type='html'>morning - super busy.. finished the Sales Report. Hmmnnn... highest ever for this year..&lt;br /&gt;                   did the usual stuff, busy busy-han.. month end eh...&lt;br /&gt;lunch - may nakausap.. tumawa ng tumawa... may nakausap uli.. nalungkot...&lt;br /&gt;            - videos of Playful kiss just dont load ... so irritated&lt;br /&gt;afternoon - talked to bunso - yipee.. happy uli..  nabili na nya ang notebook ko...party party&lt;br /&gt;            - checked &amp;amp; signed various reports.. hirap pala magpipirma...&lt;br /&gt;            - back's aching na... suckness!!! hehehe&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2079525537517254078-1748490802922502737?l=mayetha.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mayetha.blogspot.com/feeds/1748490802922502737/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2079525537517254078&amp;postID=1748490802922502737' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2079525537517254078/posts/default/1748490802922502737'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2079525537517254078/posts/default/1748490802922502737'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mayetha.blogspot.com/2010/10/annennanyarehhhhh.html' title='annennanyarehhhhh...'/><author><name>mayetha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04411848746903039421</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mFLq83oMhAw/S6li5UdoqCI/AAAAAAAAAfo/L5WkkN6DcFE/S220/uni.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2079525537517254078.post-7043462613094015860</id><published>2010-10-04T10:19:00.011+08:00</published><updated>2010-10-04T11:35:14.787+08:00</updated><title type='text'>natuto na...  nga ba?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Here we go again. Don't go there. It's a danger zone honey. You're too vulnerable for that kind of game. I know you're no longer the twenty-year old girl but you're still you... You definitely know where this will lead you. You might have forgotten that the last roller coaster ride you've taken only gave you a bruised heart. Not broken but badly hurt. You said, you're smarter now but you already were few years back but that didn't save you from falling hard.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Well i guess you've already made up your mind. I can't stop you, can I? Goodluck then. Enjoy the ride and be careful.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2079525537517254078-7043462613094015860?l=mayetha.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mayetha.blogspot.com/feeds/7043462613094015860/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2079525537517254078&amp;postID=7043462613094015860' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2079525537517254078/posts/default/7043462613094015860'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2079525537517254078/posts/default/7043462613094015860'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mayetha.blogspot.com/2010/10/natuto-na-nga-ba.html' title='natuto na...  nga ba?'/><author><name>mayetha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04411848746903039421</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mFLq83oMhAw/S6li5UdoqCI/AAAAAAAAAfo/L5WkkN6DcFE/S220/uni.bmp'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2079525537517254078.post-3039736319670559490</id><published>2010-06-27T18:46:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-06-27T19:09:40.152+08:00</updated><title type='text'>e-mode</title><content type='html'>Nagiging emosyonal na naman ako nitong mga nakakaraang araw. Epekto siguro ng pagkakasakit... Pati si Francis naiisip ko.. Hayysss... Madami din akong namimiss.. I miss bunso.. i miss jayden, step... lahat silang malayo saken.. Dahil sa pagka emo ko din ay naiyak na naman ako sa pinapanood ko. Leche tong si kris, kahit anong gawin, nagkakainteres ako. At dahil din sa pagka emotera ko.. naalala ko ang mga heartbreaks ko...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Naramdaman mo na ba un? Ung stabbing pain sa dibdib... as in parang literal talaga.. kahit wala namang sumasaksak. I did. It was because of Francis. My first. Sa sobrang sakit, i tried to shut his thought out of my mind... wa-epek.. masakit pa din. So i had to go through it talaga..  even wrote something about my journey with him just to overcome the pain... 8 years after.. im super okay...i still think of him once in  a while.. minsan nga nakakalimutan kong di pala sya akin.. I miss you baby boy.. ang aming pilyong kerubin...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aside from Francis, I have never let anyone break my heart... Because before they do, i break my heart... myself... hehehe. Funny but it is true.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2079525537517254078-3039736319670559490?l=mayetha.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mayetha.blogspot.com/feeds/3039736319670559490/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2079525537517254078&amp;postID=3039736319670559490' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2079525537517254078/posts/default/3039736319670559490'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2079525537517254078/posts/default/3039736319670559490'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mayetha.blogspot.com/2010/06/e-mode.html' title='e-mode'/><author><name>mayetha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04411848746903039421</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mFLq83oMhAw/S6li5UdoqCI/AAAAAAAAAfo/L5WkkN6DcFE/S220/uni.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2079525537517254078.post-7602674578689154634</id><published>2010-06-25T22:47:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-06-25T23:11:10.977+08:00</updated><title type='text'>missing u</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;i saw some pictures that pushed my emo button.. Suddenly i felt like crying. It's been 8 years, the pain is no longer here. Just something i cant really describe. Longing perhaps. For the longest time i tried not to think of him. For everytime the thought of him crossed my mind, that just brought so much questions. What if, what could have been.. And the pain just wont go away.. So i learned to accept that i can never make him stay, that id just be happy that he has been part of my life. I miss you Francis...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2079525537517254078-7602674578689154634?l=mayetha.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mayetha.blogspot.com/feeds/7602674578689154634/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2079525537517254078&amp;postID=7602674578689154634' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2079525537517254078/posts/default/7602674578689154634'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2079525537517254078/posts/default/7602674578689154634'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mayetha.blogspot.com/2010/06/missing-u.html' title='missing u'/><author><name>mayetha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04411848746903039421</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mFLq83oMhAw/S6li5UdoqCI/AAAAAAAAAfo/L5WkkN6DcFE/S220/uni.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2079525537517254078.post-5469400677942470481</id><published>2010-06-21T08:28:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-06-21T08:35:36.241+08:00</updated><title type='text'>reunited</title><content type='html'>im so happy. after a year and a half of waiting, may cable tv na uli kami... yipee... What can i do, im a tv addict. i can last a day or two inside the house as long there's something good to watch. But since we moved to our new house. There was no cable connection yet in the subd. I was tempted to buy that cable dish.. which was way expensive for me. Im glad ive been patient enough... Finally, our cable was connected last Saturday and that was just amazing... There's a lot to watch.. of course i missed Arirang, HBO, Discovery, NatGeo, AXN, hmmnnn.. of course lifestyle.. actually... i missed everything...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2079525537517254078-5469400677942470481?l=mayetha.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mayetha.blogspot.com/feeds/5469400677942470481/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2079525537517254078&amp;postID=5469400677942470481' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2079525537517254078/posts/default/5469400677942470481'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2079525537517254078/posts/default/5469400677942470481'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mayetha.blogspot.com/2010/06/reunited.html' title='reunited'/><author><name>mayetha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04411848746903039421</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mFLq83oMhAw/S6li5UdoqCI/AAAAAAAAAfo/L5WkkN6DcFE/S220/uni.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2079525537517254078.post-7075984020902261532</id><published>2010-05-29T21:43:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2010-06-21T08:27:59.647+08:00</updated><title type='text'>comfy shopping...</title><content type='html'>i already planned the things that im going to do this weekend. I planned to watch True Blood, Surf the net, clean the house, cook for weekend's meals and continue with my crosstitching. I have no &lt;em&gt;gala&lt;/em&gt; that was scheduled ahead so basically, i was just about to stay at home for 2 days. Well, that was the plan. I stayed in bed until around 10 am today since it's saturday. Then i got a call from jingle. She asked me if i want to go with her to our developer's office and later to festival mall to buy some stuff for her house. And so i joined her and jezyl. Another thing that was not part of my weekend's plan is shopping. First, my budget is tight and 2nd, i don't really need anything yet for now. But this little green thing caught my attention while we're in home essentials section. A really nice comforter set.. Hmmmnn... green comforter... Price...P3,598...whew.. no way... but the sales lady told me it's 50% off... whhhaaaatttt.... temptation... no way still. And so i left. But my heart was longing for that comfy green thing while my mind was telling me a 'big no'. Maybe jezyl and jingle knew my agony so they helped me with my decision. They just grab the comforter and brought to the cashier. Swipe. Ooooppss.. another bonus... 6 mos, 0%. Not bad. The three of us end up going home with our own comforter sets.... Hmmnnn... maybe i should not plan at all...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2079525537517254078-7075984020902261532?l=mayetha.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mayetha.blogspot.com/feeds/7075984020902261532/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2079525537517254078&amp;postID=7075984020902261532' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2079525537517254078/posts/default/7075984020902261532'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2079525537517254078/posts/default/7075984020902261532'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mayetha.blogspot.com/2010/05/comfy-shopping.html' title='comfy shopping...'/><author><name>mayetha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04411848746903039421</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mFLq83oMhAw/S6li5UdoqCI/AAAAAAAAAfo/L5WkkN6DcFE/S220/uni.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2079525537517254078.post-3935445385194154923</id><published>2010-05-05T09:12:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-05T18:00:20.598+08:00</updated><title type='text'>rollercoaster week</title><content type='html'>Just like the lyrics of the song, I have been up and down but im not trying to get any of those feelings again... It has been heaven and hell of a week for me. So happy on a Monday then suddenly got so low the next day. Toxic on Wednesday. Depressed on Thursday. Friday gave me hopes just to be frustrated on Saturday. Sunday was a rest day.  A quiet, peaceful day. Preparing me for another round of this wobbly ride...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2079525537517254078-3935445385194154923?l=mayetha.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mayetha.blogspot.com/feeds/3935445385194154923/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2079525537517254078&amp;postID=3935445385194154923' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2079525537517254078/posts/default/3935445385194154923'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2079525537517254078/posts/default/3935445385194154923'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mayetha.blogspot.com/2010/05/rollercoaster-week.html' title='rollercoaster week'/><author><name>mayetha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04411848746903039421</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mFLq83oMhAw/S6li5UdoqCI/AAAAAAAAAfo/L5WkkN6DcFE/S220/uni.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2079525537517254078.post-6614107964648881023</id><published>2010-04-27T16:15:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-27T16:55:25.988+08:00</updated><title type='text'>crossing over to cross stitching</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mFLq83oMhAw/S9amMDxeKxI/AAAAAAAAAiE/7eESd6biP0I/s1600/rosary.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 154px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 200px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5464737923962120978" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mFLq83oMhAw/S9amMDxeKxI/AAAAAAAAAiE/7eESd6biP0I/s200/rosary.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I was never into arts and crafts, though i enjoyed watching shows with such topics. I just don't have an artist's hand for that. Well, i tried doing scrapbook to organize my photos but that wasn't exactly a what you can call a scrapbook, it's still more of a photo album.. hehe. I also tried cross stitching during highschool but never finished a single design. I got bored. I still prefer reading and watching tv. However, just recently, i dont know what happened to me, i just feel like doing it. Maybe because Jingle always tells me of her latest cross stitch project. I got interested. So i set all my books aside for now and postponed my latest kdrama for this... i wanna give it a try. So here's my first project as suggested by Jingle. Wish me luck..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2079525537517254078-6614107964648881023?l=mayetha.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mayetha.blogspot.com/feeds/6614107964648881023/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2079525537517254078&amp;postID=6614107964648881023' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2079525537517254078/posts/default/6614107964648881023'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2079525537517254078/posts/default/6614107964648881023'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mayetha.blogspot.com/2010/04/crossing-over-to-cross-stitching.html' title='crossing over to cross stitching'/><author><name>mayetha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04411848746903039421</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mFLq83oMhAw/S6li5UdoqCI/AAAAAAAAAfo/L5WkkN6DcFE/S220/uni.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mFLq83oMhAw/S9amMDxeKxI/AAAAAAAAAiE/7eESd6biP0I/s72-c/rosary.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2079525537517254078.post-931576543571293746</id><published>2010-03-31T10:13:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-31T10:30:21.324+08:00</updated><title type='text'>is it really owwvhheerr???!!</title><content type='html'>last episode na today ng MIL.. sad, pero happy din&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2079525537517254078-931576543571293746?l=mayetha.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mayetha.blogspot.com/feeds/931576543571293746/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2079525537517254078&amp;postID=931576543571293746' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2079525537517254078/posts/default/931576543571293746'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2079525537517254078/posts/default/931576543571293746'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mayetha.blogspot.com/2010/03/is-it-really-owwvhheerr.html' title='is it really owwvhheerr???!!'/><author><name>mayetha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04411848746903039421</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mFLq83oMhAw/S6li5UdoqCI/AAAAAAAAAfo/L5WkkN6DcFE/S220/uni.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2079525537517254078.post-3989616539818451978</id><published>2010-03-30T10:30:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-31T10:09:45.412+08:00</updated><title type='text'>in the city..</title><content type='html'>i dont really know if id be happy knowing that melason has an upcoming show. Im glad that id still be able to see them regularly on tv but im concerned it might affect their popularity. I remember Sandara Park few years back, she was a big thing then but i guess she was over exposed.. shows here and there, movies and even recorded an album. The masses went crazy over a girl labeled as krung krung. But the fame didnt last that long. When kimerald was launch, sandara was history. I dont want that to happen to Melason. I dont want them to be just one of those overnight celebrities... and i just hope they would continue to appreciate each other and wish that fame wont get in the way...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2079525537517254078-3989616539818451978?l=mayetha.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mayetha.blogspot.com/feeds/3989616539818451978/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2079525537517254078&amp;postID=3989616539818451978' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2079525537517254078/posts/default/3989616539818451978'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2079525537517254078/posts/default/3989616539818451978'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mayetha.blogspot.com/2010/03/in-city.html' title='in the city..'/><author><name>mayetha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04411848746903039421</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mFLq83oMhAw/S6li5UdoqCI/AAAAAAAAAfo/L5WkkN6DcFE/S220/uni.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2079525537517254078.post-2768877049925831419</id><published>2010-03-29T12:03:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-29T12:05:39.334+08:00</updated><title type='text'>san ka?</title><content type='html'>grrr.. nawawala ang flash drive ko...last time i checked andun pa yun eh... kasama ng headset at phone and some bills and coins... baka nalaglag sa kama. hayyzzzz.. hanep na yan.. andun ang mga files ko.. lahat confi... putek!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2079525537517254078-2768877049925831419?l=mayetha.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mayetha.blogspot.com/feeds/2768877049925831419/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2079525537517254078&amp;postID=2768877049925831419' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2079525537517254078/posts/default/2768877049925831419'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2079525537517254078/posts/default/2768877049925831419'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mayetha.blogspot.com/2010/03/san-ka.html' title='san ka?'/><author><name>mayetha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04411848746903039421</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mFLq83oMhAw/S6li5UdoqCI/AAAAAAAAAfo/L5WkkN6DcFE/S220/uni.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2079525537517254078.post-4849479446030039373</id><published>2010-03-24T17:21:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-24T17:32:55.185+08:00</updated><title type='text'>pop out!</title><content type='html'>While i was searching for MIL episode for today during lunch, one video caught my attention -  "ASAP BORA MUST WATCH" i opened it, well it was a 57 second-clip.. showing a single photo of Anne Curtis.. i guess she was dancing, and there might be some wardrobe malfunction there coz something's popped out of her bikini top. Tsk! tsk! Then i checked on darlasauler's page, anne has an interview there about the incident. She looked sad... well, dont be girl. You still look fab... hahaha... As of this writing, i check again for the clip, it was deleted.. for those  who missed it... goodluck next time... hehehe&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2079525537517254078-4849479446030039373?l=mayetha.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mayetha.blogspot.com/feeds/4849479446030039373/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2079525537517254078&amp;postID=4849479446030039373' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2079525537517254078/posts/default/4849479446030039373'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2079525537517254078/posts/default/4849479446030039373'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mayetha.blogspot.com/2010/03/pop-out.html' title='pop out!'/><author><name>mayetha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04411848746903039421</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mFLq83oMhAw/S6li5UdoqCI/AAAAAAAAAfo/L5WkkN6DcFE/S220/uni.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2079525537517254078.post-4800570313498836419</id><published>2010-03-24T10:38:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-24T11:01:42.066+08:00</updated><title type='text'>back to reading...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#33cc00;"&gt;Since the bf/gf fever is coming to its end, i need something to keep me busy after work.... hmmnnn, borrowed Glee dvd from Ady, watched 10 of 13 episodes. Hope to finish it by Saturday. Last weekend, i watched Avatar, one of the best ive seen in years. I also went back to reading. Just started Nicholas Sparks' Last Song but i was kinda intrigued by Ady's spoilers so i decided to read Dear John instead. But since i just received another book from my boss, mr. president, dear john has been put aside for a while till i finish this &lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mFLq83oMhAw/S6mAQkMHEgI/AAAAAAAAAgQ/XRTEBEPf03E/s1600-h/posCoverSmall.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 118px; HEIGHT: 179px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5452029845989429762" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mFLq83oMhAw/S6mAQkMHEgI/AAAAAAAAAgQ/XRTEBEPf03E/s200/posCoverSmall.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;little thing here.&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/2079525537517254078-4800570313498836419?l=mayetha.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mayetha.blogspot.com/feeds/4800570313498836419/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2079525537517254078&amp;postID=4800570313498836419' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2079525537517254078/posts/default/4800570313498836419'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2079525537517254078/posts/default/4800570313498836419'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mayetha.blogspot.com/2010/03/back-to-reading.html' title='back to reading...'/><author><name>mayetha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04411848746903039421</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mFLq83oMhAw/S6li5UdoqCI/AAAAAAAAAfo/L5WkkN6DcFE/S220/uni.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mFLq83oMhAw/S6mAQkMHEgI/AAAAAAAAAgQ/XRTEBEPf03E/s72-c/posCoverSmall.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2079525537517254078.post-7947213114231292991</id><published>2010-03-24T08:58:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-24T09:09:40.756+08:00</updated><title type='text'>hanep na yan!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mFLq83oMhAw/S6lkvvnXJdI/AAAAAAAAAgI/g1kor4xfxMg/s1600-h/kilig.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5451999595306886610" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mFLq83oMhAw/S6lkvvnXJdI/AAAAAAAAAgI/g1kor4xfxMg/s320/kilig.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Kalami!!! Kissing scene ba ito.. by the sunset?! Haayyzzzz.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2079525537517254078-7947213114231292991?l=mayetha.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mayetha.blogspot.com/feeds/7947213114231292991/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2079525537517254078&amp;postID=7947213114231292991' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2079525537517254078/posts/default/7947213114231292991'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2079525537517254078/posts/default/7947213114231292991'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mayetha.blogspot.com/2010/03/hanep-na-yan.html' title='hanep na yan!!'/><author><name>mayetha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04411848746903039421</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mFLq83oMhAw/S6li5UdoqCI/AAAAAAAAAfo/L5WkkN6DcFE/S220/uni.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mFLq83oMhAw/S6lkvvnXJdI/AAAAAAAAAgI/g1kor4xfxMg/s72-c/kilig.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2079525537517254078.post-250065996008138279</id><published>2010-03-23T11:15:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-23T12:04:52.061+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Choks lang...ba talaga??</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mFLq83oMhAw/S6g9xuw4YsI/AAAAAAAAAfc/3fWlrORQ2C0/s1600-h/melason.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 150px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5451675273507922626" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mFLq83oMhAw/S6g9xuw4YsI/AAAAAAAAAfc/3fWlrORQ2C0/s200/melason.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;bakit ba laging may katapusan? Pwede bang wala na lang?! Hanep na yan, bat kelangan pang may tao o bagay na dumating para pasayahin ka na parang nabuang ka na. Hanggang sa masanay ka na, maadik. Na para bang wala ng ibang component ang mundo kundi yun lang. Kahit na masabihan kang jologs, choks lang. Basta baga masaya ka eh. Tapos... tapos... kelangan palang matapos.. Alam mo naman yun eh, na kelangan talagang matapos. Pinaghandaan mo pa nga diba.. Prepared ka kamo. Pero ng dumating yung araw na yun, bat parang ang lungkot mo? At nag wish ka pa na sana may extension... kahit konti. Swerte ka, malakas ka kay bro. Pinagbigyan ka ng konting panah&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mFLq83oMhAw/S6g9YDCEMvI/AAAAAAAAAfM/uZmXi4FKKFY/s1600-h/melason.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;on... 5 weeks. Choks na yun. Solve ka na dun.. Enough time na ma-prepare mo uli yung sarili mo. Pero anong ginawa mo, instead na i-ready ang sarili.. lalo kang nagpakahulog. Lagi kang nagmomoment. Ang palusot mo eh last chance na to kaya choks lang... Making the most of it baga. So pano ba yan.. last chance mo na talaga.. wala ng extension. Sad ka no? Pero as usual sabi nga choks lang.. Ganun talaga, susunod ka lang sa takbo ng life. Malulungkot ka uli. Choks lang, kasi alam mong mawawala din yung lungkot. Balik uli sa normal ang buhay. Tapos wait ka uli ng pagkakahumalingan.. try mo kayang bumalik sa bukid mo.. withered na lahat ng crops mo. Pansinin mo na ang mga e-books mo, ang dami mong na-download di mo naman nababasa. Puro ka kasi moment. O eto consolation, di naman mawawala ang moments eh, anjan pa rin, di na nga lang tulad ng dati. o choks na ha? Wag ka na sad ha. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2079525537517254078-250065996008138279?l=mayetha.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mayetha.blogspot.com/feeds/250065996008138279/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2079525537517254078&amp;postID=250065996008138279' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2079525537517254078/posts/default/250065996008138279'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2079525537517254078/posts/default/250065996008138279'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mayetha.blogspot.com/2010/03/choks-langba-talaga.html' title='Choks lang...ba talaga??'/><author><name>mayetha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04411848746903039421</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mFLq83oMhAw/S6li5UdoqCI/AAAAAAAAAfo/L5WkkN6DcFE/S220/uni.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mFLq83oMhAw/S6g9xuw4YsI/AAAAAAAAAfc/3fWlrORQ2C0/s72-c/melason.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2079525537517254078.post-5908119253941180281</id><published>2010-03-22T11:36:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-22T12:07:05.096+08:00</updated><title type='text'>im really back...</title><content type='html'>A year and half... whew! that long? Havent written anything here nor even visited this journal.. that's sad. So what happened to me? One, i got sick, been in and out of the hospital from July to October of 2008. Thanks heavens im still alive.. lol. Two, we moved to our new house, my net was disconnected. Another, i got so busy with work since i was on leave for quite a while. Hmmn, what else, i was back to my first love, reading. Had a re-run of Kristine series. Borrowed and bought some Sophie Kinsella and Nicholas Sparks. Downloaded some e-books. and of course got hooked to Twilight Saga. Though, i still watch kdramas, i just dont find recent dramas that interesting. Well, i find my daily dose of romance from my ever favorite Melason... Jologs kung jolgs but i love them.. ill try to share my journey to this craziness next time... but for now, im really back...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2079525537517254078-5908119253941180281?l=mayetha.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mayetha.blogspot.com/feeds/5908119253941180281/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2079525537517254078&amp;postID=5908119253941180281' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2079525537517254078/posts/default/5908119253941180281'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2079525537517254078/posts/default/5908119253941180281'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mayetha.blogspot.com/2010/03/im-really-back.html' title='im really back...'/><author><name>mayetha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04411848746903039421</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mFLq83oMhAw/S6li5UdoqCI/AAAAAAAAAfo/L5WkkN6DcFE/S220/uni.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2079525537517254078.post-1827507097135803178</id><published>2008-08-13T23:26:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-13T23:28:54.932+08:00</updated><title type='text'>i'll be back</title><content type='html'>i know it's been a while. Promise, i'll be back...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2079525537517254078-1827507097135803178?l=mayetha.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mayetha.blogspot.com/feeds/1827507097135803178/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2079525537517254078&amp;postID=1827507097135803178' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2079525537517254078/posts/default/1827507097135803178'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2079525537517254078/posts/default/1827507097135803178'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mayetha.blogspot.com/2008/08/ill-be-back.html' title='i&apos;ll be back'/><author><name>mayetha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04411848746903039421</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mFLq83oMhAw/S6li5UdoqCI/AAAAAAAAAfo/L5WkkN6DcFE/S220/uni.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2079525537517254078.post-2934175932023401294</id><published>2008-07-24T10:33:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-24T10:43:03.879+08:00</updated><title type='text'>sarangheyo</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;You came by surprise&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;It was unexpected&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;But deep in my heart&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I knew you were really coming&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The days to come might be so uncertain&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;But You need not to worry&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Coz there's one thing that's for sure&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I love you already&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/2079525537517254078-2934175932023401294?l=mayetha.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mayetha.blogspot.com/feeds/2934175932023401294/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2079525537517254078&amp;postID=2934175932023401294' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2079525537517254078/posts/default/2934175932023401294'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2079525537517254078/posts/default/2934175932023401294'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mayetha.blogspot.com/2008/07/sarangheyo.html' title='sarangheyo'/><author><name>mayetha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04411848746903039421</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mFLq83oMhAw/S6li5UdoqCI/AAAAAAAAAfo/L5WkkN6DcFE/S220/uni.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2079525537517254078.post-4772202615550286445</id><published>2008-07-15T23:29:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-15T23:38:15.953+08:00</updated><title type='text'>i am now a recording artist</title><content type='html'>Beautz, introduced me to a site that you can record your own song. it's a sort of videoke but you can actually listen to what you have recorded. Isnt it great? It is as if you really are a recording artist. Here's my first ever try...hmmmnn...actually second. but im not going to let you hear my first...it comes also with a video but i disabled my cam...sobrang nakakahiya na... hope you like it...i hope it's not too bad for a start...hehehe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="458" width="357"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.singsnap.com/snap/e/b5d5d3fa"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.singsnap.com/snap/e/b5d5d3fa" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" height="458" width="357"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2079525537517254078-4772202615550286445?l=mayetha.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mayetha.blogspot.com/feeds/4772202615550286445/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2079525537517254078&amp;postID=4772202615550286445' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2079525537517254078/posts/default/4772202615550286445'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2079525537517254078/posts/default/4772202615550286445'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mayetha.blogspot.com/2008/07/i-am-now-arecording-artist.html' title='i am now a recording artist'/><author><name>mayetha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04411848746903039421</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mFLq83oMhAw/S6li5UdoqCI/AAAAAAAAAfo/L5WkkN6DcFE/S220/uni.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2079525537517254078.post-7422497644338720821</id><published>2008-07-13T21:02:00.024+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-13T22:27:28.017+08:00</updated><title type='text'>sur beach resort boracay</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;The bitches will be going for a beach escapade..again..now it's in the most loved paradise here in the Phils...Boracay. We will be staying in a Class AA hotel in Boat Station 1...we were supposed to stay in La Carmela @ Station 3 but our boss, Ady, who is a frequent guest of the island, said that LC is kinda far from where the happening is. He suggested few hotels which, obviously, Jean &amp;amp; I couldnt afford so one night i stayed the whole evening in front of my pc to surf the net. Just to find a nice place to stay in Station 1, taking into consideration, it should be affordable. And i found just the right one for us. Because our boss, again it's him, approves it. This is just a small hotel... nothing so much fancy about it. What attracts me the most are their roof deck. sun beds &amp;amp; their beach cabanas. I hope our stay will SURpass my expectations, since that would be my first...I want that to be sortof SURreal... Here are some pics which i got from past guests of SUR&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_mFLq83oMhAw/SHoK8hDnq4I/AAAAAAAAAVo/b6ZWlrqzjDk/s1600-h/beach-cabanas.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_mFLq83oMhAw/SHoK8hDnq4I/AAAAAAAAAVo/b6ZWlrqzjDk/s200/beach-cabanas.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5222498752671492994" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_mFLq83oMhAw/SHoLCr1dNaI/AAAAAAAAAVw/iKd_DA809LQ/s1600-h/beachfront.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_mFLq83oMhAw/SHoLCr1dNaI/AAAAAAAAAVw/iKd_DA809LQ/s200/beachfront.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5222498858644092322" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_mFLq83oMhAw/SHoLP0Yi5lI/AAAAAAAAAV4/0WDa4bV9CTc/s1600-h/dining-area.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_mFLq83oMhAw/SHoLP0Yi5lI/AAAAAAAAAV4/0WDa4bV9CTc/s200/dining-area.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5222499084277048914" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_mFLq83oMhAw/SHoLa5AW77I/AAAAAAAAAWA/KyVRjuWrO6A/s1600-h/killer-sunset-photo-taken.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_mFLq83oMhAw/SHoLa5AW77I/AAAAAAAAAWA/KyVRjuWrO6A/s200/killer-sunset-photo-taken.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5222499274496339890" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_mFLq83oMhAw/SHoLkliIUbI/AAAAAAAAAWI/NKEeIYXB3pY/s1600-h/lobby.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_mFLq83oMhAw/SHoLkliIUbI/AAAAAAAAAWI/NKEeIYXB3pY/s200/lobby.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5222499441067970994" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_mFLq83oMhAw/SHoLtP7dbOI/AAAAAAAAAWQ/EBe8WCfdgq0/s1600-h/my-room-standard-room.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_mFLq83oMhAw/SHoLtP7dbOI/AAAAAAAAAWQ/EBe8WCfdgq0/s200/my-room-standard-room.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5222499589887454434" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_mFLq83oMhAw/SHoMcmR7pQI/AAAAAAAAAWg/IY4Hgrl9w50/s1600-h/pic-of-sur-front-we-upgraded.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_mFLq83oMhAw/SHoMcmR7pQI/AAAAAAAAAWg/IY4Hgrl9w50/s200/pic-of-sur-front-we-upgraded.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5222500403341141250" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_mFLq83oMhAw/SHoMmS3ve_I/AAAAAAAAAWo/_8s0FmmQ8dQ/s1600-h/view-from-balcony.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_mFLq83oMhAw/SHoMmS3ve_I/AAAAAAAAAWo/_8s0FmmQ8dQ/s200/view-from-balcony.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5222500569929710578" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_mFLq83oMhAw/SHoM_l1laCI/AAAAAAAAAWw/an_O5izaSlQ/s1600-h/view-from-the-lobby.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_mFLq83oMhAw/SHoM_l1laCI/AAAAAAAAAWw/an_O5izaSlQ/s200/view-from-the-lobby.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5222501004517664802" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_mFLq83oMhAw/SHoNZ82LdkI/AAAAAAAAAXA/7GgV8mdrnRg/s1600-h/you-can-see-the-beach.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_mFLq83oMhAw/SHoNZ82LdkI/AAAAAAAAAXA/7GgV8mdrnRg/s200/you-can-see-the-beach.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5222501457370773058" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2079525537517254078-7422497644338720821?l=mayetha.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mayetha.blogspot.com/feeds/7422497644338720821/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2079525537517254078&amp;postID=7422497644338720821' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2079525537517254078/posts/default/7422497644338720821'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2079525537517254078/posts/default/7422497644338720821'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mayetha.blogspot.com/2008/07/sur-beach-resort-boracay.html' title='sur beach resort boracay'/><author><name>mayetha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04411848746903039421</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mFLq83oMhAw/S6li5UdoqCI/AAAAAAAAAfo/L5WkkN6DcFE/S220/uni.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_mFLq83oMhAw/SHoK8hDnq4I/AAAAAAAAAVo/b6ZWlrqzjDk/s72-c/beach-cabanas.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2079525537517254078.post-6907581307342263206</id><published>2008-07-09T21:14:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-13T21:02:06.089+08:00</updated><title type='text'>what annoys me?</title><content type='html'>for a change, i will be writing something that is not so positive. Let's be realistic, there are things that irritate our moods, come to think of it, sometimes, even the simplest things can annoy us. Here's mine:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Waiting - it pisses me off when someone tells you that she/he will come on a given time then suddenly wont show up.&lt;br /&gt;2. People smoking inside a PUV - it's really inconsiderate of them.&lt;br /&gt;3. Non-sense people, things &amp;amp; topics - im not saying that i never lose my common sense, i do but i tried to be sensible as much as i can. But for some, their sense is not that common though...hahaha&lt;br /&gt;4. Makulit - kamag anak ng non sense&lt;br /&gt;5. Someone who over analyzes things - yung super advance mag-isip...they just dont annoy  me... i hate their guts.&lt;br /&gt;6. Someone who takes me for granted whether deliberately or not.&lt;br /&gt;7. Favoritism&lt;br /&gt;8. Exaggeration&lt;br /&gt;9. Noise in the morning&lt;br /&gt;10. The voices of W***** female hosts&lt;br /&gt;11. W*****'s opening when the male host lipsync all his songs...gosh he does that everyday&lt;br /&gt;12. One of the hosts of the B*** and her alalay&lt;br /&gt;13. My work sometimes annoys me....&lt;br /&gt;14. When the videos in mysoju &amp;amp; rukorean are under repair&lt;br /&gt;15. Message flooding in FS bulletin&lt;br /&gt;16. Chain text messages &amp;amp; emails&lt;br /&gt;17. False hopes... just dont give it to me when you can never make it real... it doesnt only irritates me... it would definitely break my heart...hehehe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So that's it... actually..madami pa. i just cant remember them all.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2079525537517254078-6907581307342263206?l=mayetha.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mayetha.blogspot.com/feeds/6907581307342263206/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2079525537517254078&amp;postID=6907581307342263206' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2079525537517254078/posts/default/6907581307342263206'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2079525537517254078/posts/default/6907581307342263206'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mayetha.blogspot.com/2008/07/what-annoys-me.html' title='what annoys me?'/><author><name>mayetha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04411848746903039421</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mFLq83oMhAw/S6li5UdoqCI/AAAAAAAAAfo/L5WkkN6DcFE/S220/uni.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2079525537517254078.post-7367731555599772258</id><published>2008-07-05T23:27:00.020+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-06T00:30:55.742+08:00</updated><title type='text'>versus</title><content type='html'>halu...absent ako dito for a while ah. wala ako maisip na isulat so...photoblog muna tayo. parang gusto kong magcompare....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;My name is kim sa&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;m soon vs. Ako si Kim Sa&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;m Soon&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_mFLq83oMhAw/SG-X0-PIDqI/AAAAAAAAASY/f3tXDqpxHRw/s1600-h/samsoon.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_mFLq83oMhAw/SG-X0-PIDqI/AAAAAAAAASY/f3tXDqpxHRw/s320/samsoon.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5219557429461126818" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Parehong funny. Reg is okay with the role that Kim Sun Ah portrayed in the original. I just dont feel Mark is as good as Hyun Bin though. I will be doing a thorough comparison between these two versions of KSS. But so far ASKSS is hilarious.&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_mFLq83oMhAw/SG-XCBiIbJI/AAAAAAAAASQ/iMOSw7jYxvk/s1600-h/reg.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_mFLq83oMhAw/SG-XCBiIbJI/AAAAAAAAASQ/iMOSw7jYxvk/s200/reg.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5219556554172820626" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Ako si Kim Sam Soon vs. Pinay My Girl vs.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; My Girl Original&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_mFLq83oMhAw/SG-ZFZk7_1I/AAAAAAAAASo/Oixf-NDV8hk/s1600-h/KSS2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_mFLq83oMhAw/SG-ZFZk7_1I/AAAAAAAAASo/Oixf-NDV8hk/s200/KSS2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5219558811189903186" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_mFLq83oMhAw/SG-amS023iI/AAAAAAAAATA/53Fd3wk8K1g/s1600-h/mygirl.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_mFLq83oMhAw/SG-amS023iI/AAAAAAAAATA/53Fd3wk8K1g/s200/mygirl.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5219560475824938530" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_mFLq83oMhAw/SG-bIydUOrI/AAAAAAAAATI/eD57CxP7p6Q/s1600-h/mygirl1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_mFLq83oMhAw/SG-bIydUOrI/AAAAAAAAATI/eD57CxP7p6Q/s200/mygirl1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5219561068431686322" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ASKSS has a better cast, better acting and so funny. Pinay my girl has more kilig factor, really cute. Kim Chiu is way too skinny for the role. Gerald is too young for the role also. I like orig my girl, the acting and everything. The pinoy version is quite a copycat. Sorry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pinoy Idol vs. PDA2 vs. PDA&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_mFLq83oMhAw/SG-dTQ_QKVI/AAAAAAAAATQ/-Ib73QVTKxo/s1600-h/pi.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_mFLq83oMhAw/SG-dTQ_QKVI/AAAAAAAAATQ/-Ib73QVTKxo/s200/pi.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5219563447449037138" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_mFLq83oMhAw/SG-d1C8ETxI/AAAAAAAAATw/V44elTwr_dA/s1600-h/pda.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_mFLq83oMhAw/SG-d1C8ETxI/AAAAAAAAATw/V44elTwr_dA/s200/pda.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5219564027793133330" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;1&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_mFLq83oMhAw/SG-eHQms4CI/AAAAAAAAAT4/urYruGf1R30/s1600-h/pda1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_mFLq83oMhAw/SG-eHQms4CI/AAAAAAAAAT4/urYruGf1R30/s400/pda1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5219564340699258914" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Personally i think Pinoy Idols are better singers (including those who where voted off) as compared to PDA2 scholars. Tonight is the 1st time the ive watched the gala performances, oh boy i felt i was watching a high schoold program. Admittedly i watched the show everynight because it is really interesting. Puro awayan and all. May nagtext nga saken kanina...mas maganda pa daw abangan ang buhay ng mga scholars kesa sa pagkanta nila....totoo naman. Well there are few better singers...si zel, parang kulang lang ng star appeal.. si laarni has a great potential....mejo windang nga lang ang personality. Van has a nice voice..panget lang diction. PDA2 is nothing compared to PDA1. even PI wont match. Ang daming musicians at composers sa PDA. Can i just say Davey was of them. He was my personal favorite. Unfortunately, most of the scholars, including him, didnt sustain the fame. Pano na ang PDA2 scholars di ba, konti lang talaga ang may real talents. The rest wala lang...display. may kwento lang sa likod ng pangarap.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2079525537517254078-7367731555599772258?l=mayetha.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mayetha.blogspot.com/feeds/7367731555599772258/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2079525537517254078&amp;postID=7367731555599772258' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2079525537517254078/posts/default/7367731555599772258'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2079525537517254078/posts/default/7367731555599772258'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mayetha.blogspot.com/2008/07/versus.html' title='versus'/><author><name>mayetha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04411848746903039421</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mFLq83oMhAw/S6li5UdoqCI/AAAAAAAAAfo/L5WkkN6DcFE/S220/uni.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_mFLq83oMhAw/SG-X0-PIDqI/AAAAAAAAASY/f3tXDqpxHRw/s72-c/samsoon.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2079525537517254078.post-3515111298286351620</id><published>2008-06-29T22:15:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-29T22:17:09.033+08:00</updated><title type='text'>...</title><content type='html'>i know it's been a while since i last had my entry. And im not having my next one today... im so tired. Bawi ako next time.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2079525537517254078-3515111298286351620?l=mayetha.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mayetha.blogspot.com/feeds/3515111298286351620/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2079525537517254078&amp;postID=3515111298286351620' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2079525537517254078/posts/default/3515111298286351620'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2079525537517254078/posts/default/3515111298286351620'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mayetha.blogspot.com/2008/06/blog-post.html' title='...'/><author><name>mayetha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04411848746903039421</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mFLq83oMhAw/S6li5UdoqCI/AAAAAAAAAfo/L5WkkN6DcFE/S220/uni.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2079525537517254078.post-8303716635895546914</id><published>2008-06-22T00:48:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-22T01:02:17.659+08:00</updated><title type='text'>rainy saturday</title><content type='html'>it's signal no.2 here in laguna but fortunately it's not really obvious that we're having a typhoon (frank). Despite the whether, we (me &amp;amp; my mom) push through with our schedules for the day. We dropped by our barangay hall for me to get my CTC. Then to SM we go. I bought gifts for Alliyah's christening (ninang ako eh). I also bought something for myself. A mossimo blouse, the most expensive shirt ive ever bought. Well never mind how much that costs. It's just a "once-a-year" splurges for me. After i bought some stuff for Papa, we went to Goldilocks to buy a cake for my cousin's birthday. (Happy birthday Ate Bhe). Then we went to my Tita's house in Biñan. We had dinner. Alliyah had her ears pierced.  Papa  came from work and dropped by my tita's house also. Then three of us went home at 11:30pm. It was still raining.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2079525537517254078-8303716635895546914?l=mayetha.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mayetha.blogspot.com/feeds/8303716635895546914/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2079525537517254078&amp;postID=8303716635895546914' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2079525537517254078/posts/default/8303716635895546914'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2079525537517254078/posts/default/8303716635895546914'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mayetha.blogspot.com/2008/06/rainy-saturday.html' title='rainy saturday'/><author><name>mayetha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04411848746903039421</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mFLq83oMhAw/S6li5UdoqCI/AAAAAAAAAfo/L5WkkN6DcFE/S220/uni.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2079525537517254078.post-6321819112239054195</id><published>2008-06-19T08:28:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-19T08:31:45.193+08:00</updated><title type='text'>June 19</title><content type='html'>Holiday. It's Dr. Rizal's birthday.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2079525537517254078-6321819112239054195?l=mayetha.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mayetha.blogspot.com/feeds/6321819112239054195/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2079525537517254078&amp;postID=6321819112239054195' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2079525537517254078/posts/default/6321819112239054195'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2079525537517254078/posts/default/6321819112239054195'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mayetha.blogspot.com/2008/06/june-19.html' title='June 19'/><author><name>mayetha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04411848746903039421</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mFLq83oMhAw/S6li5UdoqCI/AAAAAAAAAfo/L5WkkN6DcFE/S220/uni.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2079525537517254078.post-8961273212290564632</id><published>2008-06-17T21:28:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-19T01:39:20.864+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Gusto ko sila</title><content type='html'>Ang mga paborito kong female celebs....in random order....baka may magtampo...hehehe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_mFLq83oMhAw/SFkkYKMLPUI/AAAAAAAAASA/MazxrrhiCZU/s1600-h/all.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_mFLq83oMhAw/SFkkYKMLPUI/AAAAAAAAASA/MazxrrhiCZU/s400/all.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5213238041128942914" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Know more about them...just click on the names...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;1.&lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Heidi_Klum"&gt;Heidi Klum&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2.&lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Tyra_Banks"&gt;Tyra Banks&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3.&lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Rachael_Ray"&gt;Rachael Ray&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4.&lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Oprah_Winfrey"&gt;Oprah Winfrey&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5.&lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Jessica_Alba"&gt;Jessica Alba&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6.&lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Charlize_Theron"&gt;Charlize Theron&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7.&lt;a href="http://girls.bembang.com/lucytorres"&gt;Lucy Torres&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8.&lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Jessica_Soho"&gt;Jessica Soho&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9.&lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Mariah_Carey"&gt;MariahCarey&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Yoon_Eun_Hye"&gt;Yoon Eun Hye&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Credits to wikipedia for the links...&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/2079525537517254078-8961273212290564632?l=mayetha.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mayetha.blogspot.com/feeds/8961273212290564632/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2079525537517254078&amp;postID=8961273212290564632' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2079525537517254078/posts/default/8961273212290564632'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2079525537517254078/posts/default/8961273212290564632'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mayetha.blogspot.com/2008/06/gusto-ko-sila.html' title='Gusto ko sila'/><author><name>mayetha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04411848746903039421</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mFLq83oMhAw/S6li5UdoqCI/AAAAAAAAAfo/L5WkkN6DcFE/S220/uni.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_mFLq83oMhAw/SFkkYKMLPUI/AAAAAAAAASA/MazxrrhiCZU/s72-c/all.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2079525537517254078.post-3995532965850900217</id><published>2008-06-16T19:59:00.008+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-16T23:27:37.260+08:00</updated><title type='text'>pelikula</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);font-family:courier new;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 153);"&gt;During weekends, I am usually glued in front of the &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 153);" class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;pc&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 153);"&gt; watching my &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 153);" class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;kdramas&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 153);"&gt;, but since i &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 153);" class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;dont &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);font-family:courier new;font-size:100%;"  &gt;really find my current drama that interesting, i just watch 1 episode every night. So if&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);font-family:courier new;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 153);" class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 153);" class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;im&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 153);"&gt; not in front of the &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 153);" class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;pc&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 153);"&gt;, you would find me in front of the &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 153);" class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;tv&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 153);"&gt;. And last weekend i was able to catch some meaningful movies on &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 153);" class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;tv&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 153);"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);font-family:courier new;font-size:100%;"  &gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);font-family:courier new;font-size:100%;"  &gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 153);" class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;Hihintayin&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 153);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 153);" class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;Kita&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 153);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 153);" class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;sa&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 153);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 153);" class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;Langit&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 153);"&gt; on &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 153);" class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;Cinemaone&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 153);"&gt;. Sorry i cant find any photos. Anyway, i really like this movie. I cant even count how many times &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 153);" class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;ive&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 153);"&gt; watched it. It's really a beautiful yet tragic love story. Though, i &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 153);" class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;dont&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 153);"&gt; want my story to be &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);font-family:courier new;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 153);"&gt;like that. I still want it to be something like Coffee Prince, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 153);" class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14"&gt;Vineyardman&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 153);"&gt; and 9end2outs. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 153);" class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_15"&gt;hehehe&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 153);"&gt;. I only learned that, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 153);" class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_16"&gt;HKSL&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 153);"&gt; was adapted from Emily &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 153);" class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_17"&gt;Bronte's&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 153);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 153);" class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_18"&gt;Wuthering&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 153);"&gt; Heights...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 153);" class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_19"&gt;hmmmnn&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 153);"&gt;. Now i would like to have a copy of that book.. Just last year, another movie was adapted from this adaptation...huh?! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 153);" class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_20"&gt;Gulo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 153);"&gt; ah. It was Angel-Richard's The Promise. It was okay. The attempt was there. I still like &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 153);" class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_21"&gt;HHKSL&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 153);"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);font-family:courier new;font-size:100%;"  &gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);font-family:courier new;font-size:100%;"  &gt; &lt;/span&gt;  &lt;div style="text-align: justify; color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt; &lt;/div&gt; &lt;div  style="text-align: justify; color: rgb(153, 51, 153);font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_mFLq83oMhAw/SFZc9YH5NPI/AAAAAAAAARo/Eq7yRvZbhVg/s1600-h/180px-Da_Vinci_Vitruve_Luc_Viatour.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_mFLq83oMhAw/SFZc9YH5NPI/AAAAAAAAARo/Eq7yRvZbhVg/s320/180px-Da_Vinci_Vitruve_Luc_Viatour.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5212455828245263602" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_22"&gt;Da&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_23"&gt;Vinci's&lt;/span&gt; Code. I missed this movie when this was out in 2003 so my brother bought a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_24"&gt;vcd&lt;/span&gt; (&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_25"&gt;vcd&lt;/span&gt; player &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_26"&gt;lang&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_27"&gt;meron&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_28"&gt;kami&lt;/span&gt; nun) for us to watch. But it was a bad copy...&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_29"&gt;hehehe&lt;/span&gt; pirated...&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_30"&gt;sori&lt;/span&gt; chairman. Anyway, i &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_31"&gt;wasnt&lt;/span&gt; able to finish the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_32"&gt;vcd&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_33"&gt;coz&lt;/span&gt; i&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; thought it was a bore. Then last Saturday, i was able to catch it on HBO. Ive watch it from start to finish. I like it. Whether it was the truth or a fiction, i really &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_34"&gt;dont&lt;/span&gt; care. I like the movie. I like how it presented the mysteries, those brain teasers, the anagrams and the puzzles. The movie also mentioned about Priory of &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_35"&gt;Sion&lt;/span&gt;, Knights of Templar and Opus &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_36"&gt;Dei&lt;/span&gt; which I &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_37"&gt;didnt&lt;/span&gt; really understand until i see this movie. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_38"&gt;Atleast&lt;/span&gt; now i have an idea. And &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_39"&gt;im&lt;/span&gt; interested in knowing more about these things. This movie was quite controversial &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_40"&gt;becoz&lt;/span&gt; it talked ab&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;out Jesus. Well, after watching this movie. My faith &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_41"&gt;hasnt&lt;/span&gt; even touched. I always believe that Jesus is the son of God and he sacrificed his life to save us.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;As for the author, &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Dan_Brown"&gt;Dan Brown&lt;/a&gt;, i would like to read the rest of his works....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_mFLq83oMhAw/SFZkEFM6ouI/AAAAAAAAARw/ovVgz1XEV-Q/s1600-h/CTC-1929-image4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_mFLq83oMhAw/SFZkEFM6ouI/AAAAAAAAARw/ovVgz1XEV-Q/s200/CTC-1929-image4.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5212463640006533858" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;A Love Story. A cinema one special. I think it was a &lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_42"&gt;tv&lt;/span&gt; premiere for this &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_43"&gt;Maricel&lt;/span&gt;-&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_44"&gt;Aga&lt;/span&gt;-Angelika movie. I like it but then again...i &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_45"&gt;dont&lt;/span&gt; like my own story to be like this. It was a good movie. I think one of &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_46"&gt;Aga's&lt;/span&gt;best. I like the twist. The movie just made realize...again...no falling in love with a married man. You may be have the truest love for each other but you can never be completely happy if you know there's a wife weeping because of that love...and worse...there's a kid longing for a dad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;  &lt;span style=";font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;"  &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/2079525537517254078-3995532965850900217?l=mayetha.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mayetha.blogspot.com/feeds/3995532965850900217/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2079525537517254078&amp;postID=3995532965850900217' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2079525537517254078/posts/default/3995532965850900217'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2079525537517254078/posts/default/3995532965850900217'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mayetha.blogspot.com/2008/06/pelikula.html' title='pelikula'/><author><name>mayetha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04411848746903039421</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mFLq83oMhAw/S6li5UdoqCI/AAAAAAAAAfo/L5WkkN6DcFE/S220/uni.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_mFLq83oMhAw/SFZc9YH5NPI/AAAAAAAAARo/Eq7yRvZbhVg/s72-c/180px-Da_Vinci_Vitruve_Luc_Viatour.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2079525537517254078.post-3492670434335826894</id><published>2008-06-16T19:54:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-16T19:59:03.830+08:00</updated><title type='text'>you've got it wrong</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Ooopss. Wag masyado magreact dun sa previous blog ko. Di ikaw yun. Nabasa mo di ba? So alam mong hindi ikaw yun. At isa pa, the people/person i was referring there don't have an FS account at for sure di nila nababasa ang  blog ko...so definitely hindi ikaw yun. Sinulat ko lang para...wala lang...naasar lang &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102); font-weight: bold;" href="javascript:void(0)" tabindex="10" onclick="return false;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102); font-weight: bold;"&gt;ako. Kulit eh. Get it? It's not you...okay?!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2079525537517254078-3492670434335826894?l=mayetha.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mayetha.blogspot.com/feeds/3492670434335826894/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2079525537517254078&amp;postID=3492670434335826894' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2079525537517254078/posts/default/3492670434335826894'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2079525537517254078/posts/default/3492670434335826894'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mayetha.blogspot.com/2008/06/youve-got-it-wrong.html' title='you&apos;ve got it wrong'/><author><name>mayetha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04411848746903039421</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mFLq83oMhAw/S6li5UdoqCI/AAAAAAAAAfo/L5WkkN6DcFE/S220/uni.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2079525537517254078.post-5164596038942894656</id><published>2008-06-16T12:51:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-16T13:00:40.052+08:00</updated><title type='text'>tigilan nyo ko...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Di nyo ba magets, pag di nagrereply sa mga calls at texts ibig sabihn ayoko kayong kausap. Hindi dahil sa ayoko sa inyo. Ayoko lang ng ganun. Matagal na akong graduate dyan. Di na ako interesado sa mga ganun. Gets nyo ba? Ayokong sumagot ng tawag sa oras ng trabaho at lalo ng ayokong maistorbo sa madaling araw. Ayokong magbasa ng text messages na parepareho lang ang laman. Okay lang naman magtext, dios mio wag naman average of 12 messages a day. Kung madami kayong pang load... deposit nyo na lang sa account ko...pwede?!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2079525537517254078-5164596038942894656?l=mayetha.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mayetha.blogspot.com/feeds/5164596038942894656/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2079525537517254078&amp;postID=5164596038942894656' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2079525537517254078/posts/default/5164596038942894656'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2079525537517254078/posts/default/5164596038942894656'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mayetha.blogspot.com/2008/06/tigilan-nyo-ko.html' title='tigilan nyo ko...'/><author><name>mayetha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04411848746903039421</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mFLq83oMhAw/S6li5UdoqCI/AAAAAAAAAfo/L5WkkN6DcFE/S220/uni.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2079525537517254078.post-902971742527070599</id><published>2008-06-14T14:17:00.013+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-14T16:52:21.989+08:00</updated><title type='text'>never been too late....</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center; color: rgb(0, 153, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;So what kung 27 na ako?! Masama bang magka-crush? E ano magagawa ko e crush ko talaga sila. Hmmmmnnnn.... no criteria. Basta lang... E ano kung di sila sikat...basta gusto ko sila...walang kokontra...&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_mFLq83oMhAw/SFNmk4l5DQI/AAAAAAAAARA/NF6mkZB3sY0/s1600-h/gong+yoo.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_mFLq83oMhAw/SFNmk4l5DQI/AAAAAAAAARA/NF6mkZB3sY0/s200/gong+yoo.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5211621977650433282" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Gong Yoo. I get to like him in Coffee Prince. Super kakainlove yung character nya. Super sweet. Parang bata. He's willing to take a chance on love kahit ang alam nya guy si Go eun chan... GY is currently enlisted sa army and be back on December 2009.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0); font-weight: bold;font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_mFLq83oMhAw/SFNnZKD_9VI/AAAAAAAAARI/FTSAQu5GWXY/s1600-h/1_132039236l.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_mFLq83oMhAw/SFNnZKD_9VI/AAAAAAAAARI/FTSAQu5GWXY/s200/1_132039236l.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5211622875693315410" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;MC Castro. MC who? I guess very few people knows about him. I didnt know about him as well until i had a chance to see him in Singing Bee. he's one of those singers there. I dont usually watch Kapamilya show but now i switch channel every after primetime news , hoping to hear him sing. I dont know anything about him aside from what's written in his FS and that's very much okay coz sometimes the more you get to know of the person, he becomes a little less interesting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0); font-weight: bold;font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0); font-weight: bold;font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_mFLq83oMhAw/SFNotN0Iw2I/AAAAAAAAARQ/vxXdIYlLHwo/s1600-h/lee+jung+jin.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_mFLq83oMhAw/SFNotN0Iw2I/AAAAAAAAARQ/vxXdIYlLHwo/s200/lee+jung+jin.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5211624319809536866" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Lee Jung Jin. He's the male lead in the kdrama 9 end 2 outs. I love his character also, hyung tae. The typical bachelor... playboy, happy go lucky...a guy bestfriend. And when he realized that he's already fallen in love with his bestfriend, everything changes. I just love HT.. he's so sweet and thoughtful to Nan Hee. Aside from the fact that he's hot...hot...hot....hehehe.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0); font-weight: bold;font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_mFLq83oMhAw/SFNpqds3qjI/AAAAAAAAARY/cS96Ygi9dHc/s1600-h/rob.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_mFLq83oMhAw/SFNpqds3qjI/AAAAAAAAARY/cS96Ygi9dHc/s200/rob.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5211625372046043698" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Rob Pengson. He's the chef on the go. I really like him. Dont you think chef who's this young is just so hot? I was really disappointed when he was out of the show for quite sometime. So happy he's back. I guess he's married with a chef also. They will surely make a delicious....errrrr...happy family life...hehehe&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0); font-weight: bold;font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_mFLq83oMhAw/SFNqwrjaEYI/AAAAAAAAARg/N7np16C7IlA/s1600-h/lee.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_mFLq83oMhAw/SFNqwrjaEYI/AAAAAAAAARg/N7np16C7IlA/s200/lee.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5211626578355294594" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Lee Min Ki. The cutie male lead of dal Ja spring. He's really cute talaga. Ive already watched DJS online last month &amp;amp; i was glued to it due to Kang Tae Bong. LMK's character there. Yung tipong guy na di naman gwapo pero ang lakas ng dating. Haaayyy. Can I just take you home. Hihihi. hay naku ive been sleeping a bit late everynight coz i still wait for DJS @ GMA. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0); font-weight: bold;font-size:100%;" &gt;Sorry Dennis, ive already taken you out of my list. Im over you ...hehehe.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0); font-weight: bold;font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My thoughts for this day: &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;"It's never been too late for romance. For romance is something your mind can create. But not with Love. Coz love only happens once or twice ,if you're lucky enough. So just like what the movie says...If you love a person, you say it right there &amp;amp; then, or else time will pass you by."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2079525537517254078-902971742527070599?l=mayetha.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mayetha.blogspot.com/feeds/902971742527070599/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2079525537517254078&amp;postID=902971742527070599' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2079525537517254078/posts/default/902971742527070599'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2079525537517254078/posts/default/902971742527070599'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mayetha.blogspot.com/2008/06/never-been-too-late.html' title='never been too late....'/><author><name>mayetha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04411848746903039421</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mFLq83oMhAw/S6li5UdoqCI/AAAAAAAAAfo/L5WkkN6DcFE/S220/uni.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_mFLq83oMhAw/SFNmk4l5DQI/AAAAAAAAARA/NF6mkZB3sY0/s72-c/gong+yoo.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2079525537517254078.post-5434208514090620878</id><published>2008-06-13T10:59:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-13T11:08:17.092+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Asar. basta nakakaasar. minsan talaga napaka unfair ng life. basta.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2079525537517254078-5434208514090620878?l=mayetha.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mayetha.blogspot.com/feeds/5434208514090620878/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2079525537517254078&amp;postID=5434208514090620878' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2079525537517254078/posts/default/5434208514090620878'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2079525537517254078/posts/default/5434208514090620878'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mayetha.blogspot.com/2008/06/asar.html' title=''/><author><name>mayetha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04411848746903039421</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mFLq83oMhAw/S6li5UdoqCI/AAAAAAAAAfo/L5WkkN6DcFE/S220/uni.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2079525537517254078.post-4156869241011538995</id><published>2008-06-08T22:35:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-09T14:24:49.818+08:00</updated><title type='text'>On winning, shopping, homecoming, bonding, &amp; leaving</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;"  &gt;There's new Tennis queen, the Serbian Ana Ivanovic, after winning her French Open 2008 title. I dont really know of this player before this tournament. I've been always a fan of the Williams sisters &amp;amp; Maria Sharapova, but since these girls left the competition much earlier, ive left to watch the girl who beat Sharapova, Dinara Safina. She's really good so i was hoping she would make it but Ivanovic snatched that chance from her. I didnt know i would be a fan of tennis, i just discovered it now. Not too late. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;"  &gt;Jean &amp;amp; I met last night. We watched Indiana Jones and we had dinner at Max's. We had a quite serious talks about life &amp;amp; lovelife.Hehehe. Too bad, Ady missed the chance of spending that few hours with us since he chose to watched the Big Night. Kuya might scold him if he missed the finale.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;"  &gt;My sister went home from Subic. We havent seen each other for more than 2 months. We had lots of chicahan last night. We watched a thriller movie in cinemax, hostel, which she left me watching alone since she had fallen asleep already. We, including our Mom, had a salon bonding. We had our hair relaxed &amp;amp; trimmed. We dropped by the dept store to buy some stuff. Anyway, may pasalubong sya samen. Ive almost thought she came from abroad instead of Subic since she brought home some chocolates &amp;amp; clothes. she would leave us again tomorrow and be back on August. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;"  &gt;Ive been crying for 2 days already everytime i watched a showbiz oriented show. Everyone knows that Rudy Fernandez passed away yesterday due to periampullary cancer. I wasnt a fan but i was really affected. I feel for the loved ones whom he left. I prayed that my family wont experience what they have went through. It's just so heart wrenching. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;"  &gt;What i learn: &lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;Cherish every moment. Dont just live your life. Have something to live for. A reason. A purpose.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2079525537517254078-4156869241011538995?l=mayetha.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mayetha.blogspot.com/feeds/4156869241011538995/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2079525537517254078&amp;postID=4156869241011538995' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2079525537517254078/posts/default/4156869241011538995'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2079525537517254078/posts/default/4156869241011538995'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mayetha.blogspot.com/2008/06/on-winning-shopping-homecoming-bonding.html' title='On winning, shopping, homecoming, bonding, &amp; leaving'/><author><name>mayetha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04411848746903039421</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mFLq83oMhAw/S6li5UdoqCI/AAAAAAAAAfo/L5WkkN6DcFE/S220/uni.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2079525537517254078.post-8165955531773299939</id><published>2008-06-07T02:25:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-07T02:36:07.652+08:00</updated><title type='text'>que sera sera</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_mFLq83oMhAw/SEmBT6sYqvI/AAAAAAAAAQw/h4p1hGcTP0w/s1600-h/korean_tv_dramas.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_mFLq83oMhAw/SEmBT6sYqvI/AAAAAAAAAQw/h4p1hGcTP0w/s320/korean_tv_dramas.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5208836623203609330" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Im done watching this series just now. Ive watched it for 6 nights. It has 17 episodes. Okay lang. Not that impressive. The first 5 episodes were a bit slow. Episode 7-10 were the highlights. The rest of the episodes were just too boring, another weak ending. The whole concept of the drama was good, but the emotions were just not that high. I dont know. This one isnt for me. I almost fell asleep. But it has a nice story. there were just so many unnecessary scenes. This should have been Yoon Eun Hye's project, thank goodness she was replaced. The role doesnt suit her. I'll give this drama a 2.5 out of 5. Okay lang but i wont watch it again. Im off to my next drama...Who are you. Ive already watched up to 4th episodes...really funny.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2079525537517254078-8165955531773299939?l=mayetha.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mayetha.blogspot.com/feeds/8165955531773299939/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2079525537517254078&amp;postID=8165955531773299939' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2079525537517254078/posts/default/8165955531773299939'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2079525537517254078/posts/default/8165955531773299939'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mayetha.blogspot.com/2008/06/que-sera-sera.html' title='que sera sera'/><author><name>mayetha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04411848746903039421</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mFLq83oMhAw/S6li5UdoqCI/AAAAAAAAAfo/L5WkkN6DcFE/S220/uni.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_mFLq83oMhAw/SEmBT6sYqvI/AAAAAAAAAQw/h4p1hGcTP0w/s72-c/korean_tv_dramas.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2079525537517254078.post-8512433782224672409</id><published>2008-06-06T19:11:00.020+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-07T02:42:42.065+08:00</updated><title type='text'>is it over?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div  style="text-align: justify; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;This first week of June is kind of weird for me. Something's strange. There are few people whom i cared about in the past suddenly showed up, accidentally &amp;amp; intentionally. What's in this time of the year that i had to see or talk to them? Weddings. Hahaha. Why do i have to run into them one after the other in just 3 days. Self check. How did I feel? Was I happy? Old memories might be coming back? How about old feelings?....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When i met "A" last tuesday, it was just a dreary morning. I was a riding a jeep going to work. I was kinda separated from the world for i had my earphones on while listening to my Kpop playlist. When the jeep stopped, someone got in, i looked at him. He looked at me. We didn't smile at each other. He took the seat in front of me. Then he asked "bayad ka na?". "Oo". I replied. Then he paid for his fare. We were silent. I continued listening to Bad love ost and never looked at him again. Until few moments later, he slightly tapped my hand and said "Sige, una na ako, Ingat." Then i said. "Okay"....Self check: I was just a bit surprise seeing him that morning. Back then, when we where young, we had a strange friendship. I almost thought it was close to love. But it wasnt. Not quite. We were just confused with the closeness that we had. But one thing's for sure we cared so much for each other.... Is it over? Yes. Definitely. As in zero. But i still care a lot about him. He's still my friend after all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wednesday: 10:00am, Ofis, text messages:&lt;br /&gt;B:Musta ka na? Ano landlyn mo at ate mu?&lt;br /&gt;Me: Cno po ito?&lt;br /&gt;B: C B to. may sasabihin lang ako.&lt;br /&gt;Me: Oh. Musta ka na? mamaya ha. busy ako. Eto number nya... #####&lt;br /&gt;B: Ok tnx.... e ung sayo?&lt;br /&gt;few minutes later nag ring ang extension ko:&lt;br /&gt;Me: Accounting&lt;br /&gt;B: Kumusta ka na?&lt;br /&gt;Me: Cno po sila? (Kunwari pero kilala ko na boses no!)&lt;br /&gt;B: Di mo na ako kilala.. Si B to&lt;br /&gt;Me: oh hi... musta ka na?&lt;br /&gt;Then the conversation went on for few minutes. He asked the same questions he used to ask when he has a time to check on me. If i still look the same, if do i have a boyfriend or do i have a plan of getting married. I answered jokingly coz i never really taken him seriously ever since...well that was what i thought. Back then, when i was young and crazy, we met in a very impersonal world....let's just say we're close though we're thousand miles apart.. So i thought it was safe . I knew he was just having a good time. I was having mine too. The good time became a habit. A bad one, i guess . I got so addicted in that world that ive almost forgotten about what's real. I knew from the very start that everything would have its end. I wasnt serious. Until the very end i was not thinking of being one.I created a surreal world, for myself, for me to enjoy the ride.. .but the ride wasnt fun at all. It was a roller coaster. Super extremes. Though i enjoyed that impersonal world, i knew when to stop. I planned everything, when things slowly getting too personal &amp;amp; so serious, i decided to end it there. But it wasnt easy coz things didnt workout as planned. Fate made its own course. The next thing i knew is he's already my bestfriend's boyfriend. And i found myself hurting so badly. I felt so bad that everytime his name was being mentioned i would want to throw up. Because of him ive almost lost a bestfriend. Because of him, ive experienced so much pain that no one has ever made me feel. Because of him, i needed to act as if im okay even if i wasnt. Though i was hurting. I cried only once. Then I pulled myself together and tried to ignore him But it wasnt really easy. But years have passed &amp;amp; i made it. And im happy.... And him and my bestfriend? They broke up. He suddenly disappeared from our lives without a word.... self check: i felt nothing when i talked to him that morning. I was over him after that cry. I despised him at first and thought that he was just not worth it. I told myself i shouldnt be crying for a nonsense things. I wasnt harmed at all. My heart might have been bruised but been healed already. Now, whenever he sends texts messages... it would only mean he needs something. For all the help he asks, i never granted a single favor. Why should i? Though i dont hate him, but i no longer want to have anything to do with him. He just doesnt get it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ive met Mr. C just this this afternoon while I accompanied an officemate in the bank. While i was reading the bank's flyers i noticed someone entered. Looks so familiar. I looked at him intently and i was having second thought if he's the person i was hoping he is. He hasn't change but he's not really quite the same. Gets? Maybe because the last time i saw him was almost 7 years ago. After my college graduation, havent seen him since. My heart skipped a beat. I wanted to call him but held it back. He passed by my seat and still not noticing me. I tried not to look at his direction. He was falling in a line far across my seat, just 2 persons away from where my officemate is standing. Minutes later, someone's calling my name. Of course i heard him. I know it's him. He called once. i didnt look up. Twice. I acted as if i was surprise seeing him there. We smiled but not talked much since he's kinda far from where i was sitting. When the line moved and when he was standing right in front of me, we chat for a while. Update about basic things...work, common friends, etc. Unfortunately, my officemate has finished her transaction and we needed to go back to the office. I similed at him.. my most genuine for this day. And my smile hasnt been erased the whole afternoon. My whole highschool life that involves him rerun in my mind the rest of the day. He was my high school crush. We never had a chance to be close back then kasi nga may hd ako sa kanya....hehehe. .....Self check: what did i feel...happy. Atleast ive seen him again. Is it over? Wala namang dapat i-get over. What i had back then was a childish dream. And it remained as such. Back to reality.... i still find him isa sa pinakamabait na taong nakilala ko. &lt;/span&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;what i learn: &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;love is a dream that you wake up too soon from&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2079525537517254078-8512433782224672409?l=mayetha.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mayetha.blogspot.com/feeds/8512433782224672409/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2079525537517254078&amp;postID=8512433782224672409' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2079525537517254078/posts/default/8512433782224672409'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2079525537517254078/posts/default/8512433782224672409'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mayetha.blogspot.com/2008/06/is-it-over.html' title='is it over?'/><author><name>mayetha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04411848746903039421</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mFLq83oMhAw/S6li5UdoqCI/AAAAAAAAAfo/L5WkkN6DcFE/S220/uni.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2079525537517254078.post-8894043188453150350</id><published>2008-06-02T20:45:00.014+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-03T08:57:31.185+08:00</updated><title type='text'>On getting well &amp; looking back</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(51,51,255);font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"  &gt;dyarararan!!! im back. Been sick last week but im getting better already. Im back to kdrama watching....im watching 2 dramas at the same time, que sera sera &amp;amp; who are you. Both are good so far. Im on the 4th episode. We, along with my officemates, attended a birthday party last Sunday. It was our VP-Operations' son's 1st bday. It was fun. The Finance team were present, actually everyone in the dept was there. Evrything's back to normal at work. It's month-end again and everyone is busy with our own businesses, may it be official or non-official...basta busy kami..hehehe. I was on line the whole morning but ive got no one to talk to. My ate che was on live. Ady wasnt signing in to YM. Jean &amp;amp; I had a short chitchat basically more on how am i going to pay her credit card. Since i wasnt able to use mine in booking for our Bora trip, she voluntarily lend us hers. I'll try to pay it tomorrow. Anyway, there are few people in my contacts that were online aside from jean. But i guess they are all busy just like me so no one really want to chat. I noticed that a certain "eyyysss" was online too. She was a classmate from college. A friend actually. We were in the same barkada. We had a lot of good memories together. But maybe, as the saying goes, some good things never last...long. It's so ironic when people used to smile at each other...share good laughs &amp;amp; sometimes cry together, act as strangers. Cant have a conversation, not even a single hi nor hello. No more "kumusta ka na?". I am not bitter about what happened to our barkada. I was happy with our friendship. We never had a fight or any misunderstandings. We just slowly drifted apart maybe because of lack of time &amp;amp; distance. I will never forget the sleep overs in Au's boarding house, the library chikahan and the movie dates. I will always remember that my college barkada were the first people who gave me a birthday suprise that really made me cry...it was on my 20th bday....It was after school, around 9pm, we were in the night class. Just few mintes after i got home, someone's calling my name from the gate. I saw Jan, and he said he brought my handkerchief because i left it in school. Then suddenly everyone showed up with their birthday gifts &amp;amp; food. I was so touched coz i thought they forgot about it. I was really happy. Thank you guys.. i will never forget that no matter what. I dont want to expect too much but i hope there will come a time that we will share the same craziness together.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What i realize"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(51,51,255);font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"  &gt;:&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(204,204,255)"&gt; &lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(102,51,0)"&gt;Sabi nga sa isang text message "Ang lovelife ko pala parang Coke....dati light ngayon....Zero&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(51,51,255);font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(102,51,0)"&gt; hehehe. Sana greenwhich na lang para "overload".&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(102,51,0)"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2079525537517254078-8894043188453150350?l=mayetha.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mayetha.blogspot.com/feeds/8894043188453150350/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2079525537517254078&amp;postID=8894043188453150350' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2079525537517254078/posts/default/8894043188453150350'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2079525537517254078/posts/default/8894043188453150350'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mayetha.blogspot.com/2008/06/on-getting-well-looking-back.html' title='On getting well &amp; looking back'/><author><name>mayetha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04411848746903039421</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mFLq83oMhAw/S6li5UdoqCI/AAAAAAAAAfo/L5WkkN6DcFE/S220/uni.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2079525537517254078.post-8811435439287637461</id><published>2008-05-28T19:17:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-28T19:40:52.413+08:00</updated><title type='text'>in sickness &amp; in health</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 0);"&gt;Natuluyan na akong nagkasakit. It's been 3 days already. This has been my worst this year. Nagkakasakit naman ako pero di ganito kagrabe. I was never absent for 2 consecutive days just because I was sick. Eto yung first time. Kung katawan at throat ko lang ang masakit, e kayang kaya kaso sobrang sakit ng ulo ko. And when my head aches, sleep lang ang katapat. Kaya hayun 2 days akong super rest. Pero hirap din akong matulog kasi super taas ng fever at nagchi-chill pa ako. Buti na lang anjan lagi ang aking pinakamamahal na nanay na kasama kong napupuyat. Na walang sawang nagbabantay saken....minsan masarap din magkasakit... i mean simpleng sakit lang ha...lalo na pag may nag aalaga sayo...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 0);"&gt;what i learn this past few days&lt;/span&gt;: "&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;I learned that God really knows my heart. He knows when Im sad, when im happy. He knows when Im in need. And when i need something, he gives it to me in His perfect time even before I ask for it..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2079525537517254078-8811435439287637461?l=mayetha.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mayetha.blogspot.com/feeds/8811435439287637461/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2079525537517254078&amp;postID=8811435439287637461' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2079525537517254078/posts/default/8811435439287637461'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2079525537517254078/posts/default/8811435439287637461'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mayetha.blogspot.com/2008/05/in-sickness-in-health.html' title='in sickness &amp; in health'/><author><name>mayetha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04411848746903039421</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mFLq83oMhAw/S6li5UdoqCI/AAAAAAAAAfo/L5WkkN6DcFE/S220/uni.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2079525537517254078.post-322455251625954266</id><published>2008-05-26T07:28:00.008+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-26T15:59:48.673+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='my thoughts'/><title type='text'>bad day, good day, new day</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#33ccff;"&gt;woke up at the wrong side of the bed. Not feeling well again. Got a headache. My temperature is higher than usual...i guess. What is it about Monday that makes people sick? Most of my SL were taken on a Monday. Hehehe. I guess it's a way to prolong a weekend. If only i dont have much things to do today, i might have slept the whole day. But things arent working so nice for me today so i had to get up so early &amp;amp; be here. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#33ccff;"&gt;By the way someone's celebrating her birthday....Happy birthday Lois. Magkaka-age na tyo....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#33ccff;"&gt;Last Saturday we had an advance birthday celebration for Lois at Joy's house. I have never laughed so much for quite sometime. We really had a good time. Some of us stayed overnight at Joy's place. Slept at around 3am wearing doctora's scrub suits. We talked almost about everything. Our lives, other people lives. Mga kaaway naming teachers nung highschool at pati na rin yung mga favorites namin. The highlight of the night was Joy &amp;amp; Lois' encounter w/ Mario( the famous luko luko in Calamba). The story is a bit scary and traumatic but i wonder how it turned out to be so funny. Hahaha. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#33ccff;"&gt;What i learn today:&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt; "If people are meant for each other, it doesnt always mean that they are meant for each other now."&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2079525537517254078-322455251625954266?l=mayetha.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mayetha.blogspot.com/feeds/322455251625954266/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2079525537517254078&amp;postID=322455251625954266' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2079525537517254078/posts/default/322455251625954266'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2079525537517254078/posts/default/322455251625954266'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mayetha.blogspot.com/2008/05/bad-day-good-day-new-day.html' title='bad day, good day, new day'/><author><name>mayetha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04411848746903039421</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mFLq83oMhAw/S6li5UdoqCI/AAAAAAAAAfo/L5WkkN6DcFE/S220/uni.bmp'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2079525537517254078.post-4195604871475903492</id><published>2008-05-23T16:41:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-23T17:32:25.300+08:00</updated><title type='text'>low</title><content type='html'>i feel a bit down since monday. I just dont know why. It seems something's bothering me, i just cant figure it out. Maybe because arch lost against cook. Or maybe because im not feeling well these past few weeks. Im trying to watch what i eat for the past few days and it's making me a bit tired. Or maybe because of the tragedy that our province has experienced. It was quite depressing. Or maybe because of my work, most of the time i feel so exhausted. Just to think of the workload that i should be finishing in the coming weeks, it's already making me feel drained. Im just so tired of everything. So maybe that was it. Im just tired. Period. Im so tired that i couldnt even do my regular routine after work. I cant even watch tv, surf the net or do my blog. Most of all, ive been missing out on my kdrama. Im just not in the mood to do all these things. all i want to do is sleep. I hope id be able to get back on my feet....soon.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2079525537517254078-4195604871475903492?l=mayetha.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mayetha.blogspot.com/feeds/4195604871475903492/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2079525537517254078&amp;postID=4195604871475903492' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2079525537517254078/posts/default/4195604871475903492'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2079525537517254078/posts/default/4195604871475903492'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mayetha.blogspot.com/2008/05/low.html' title='low'/><author><name>mayetha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04411848746903039421</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mFLq83oMhAw/S6li5UdoqCI/AAAAAAAAAfo/L5WkkN6DcFE/S220/uni.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2079525537517254078.post-7523959778873031387</id><published>2008-05-21T20:59:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-21T21:13:14.581+08:00</updated><title type='text'>archuleta...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_mFLq83oMhAw/SDQeV00Wt7I/AAAAAAAAAQQ/UIM76cev7dA/s1600-h/dvid.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_mFLq83oMhAw/SDQeV00Wt7I/AAAAAAAAAQQ/UIM76cev7dA/s400/dvid.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5202816829824087986" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;"&gt;I hope....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;"&gt;I feel.....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;"&gt;I wish...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;"&gt;I know....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;"&gt;You're gonna win....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;font-family:georgia;font-size:180%;"  &gt;DAVID...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;"&gt;go archuleta!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;"&gt;if cook wins....it's okay...he's equally good but you'll always be my baby...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;"&gt;hehehehe!!!&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/2079525537517254078-7523959778873031387?l=mayetha.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mayetha.blogspot.com/feeds/7523959778873031387/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2079525537517254078&amp;postID=7523959778873031387' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2079525537517254078/posts/default/7523959778873031387'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2079525537517254078/posts/default/7523959778873031387'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mayetha.blogspot.com/2008/05/archuleta.html' title='archuleta...'/><author><name>mayetha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04411848746903039421</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mFLq83oMhAw/S6li5UdoqCI/AAAAAAAAAfo/L5WkkN6DcFE/S220/uni.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_mFLq83oMhAw/SDQeV00Wt7I/AAAAAAAAAQQ/UIM76cev7dA/s72-c/dvid.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2079525537517254078.post-7282778001791303523</id><published>2008-05-19T21:02:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-21T21:14:26.843+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='my thoughts'/><title type='text'>unsafe</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 51);font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"  &gt;what's goin on in laguna? Just few days ago, a bank was robbed &amp;amp; 10 were killed and just this morning, another 8 lives were taken in a massacre in a nearby barangay. These incidents really frighten me. To think that I am living just within the area. From where I am, id just be needing less than P20 for jeep or tricyle to get to the crime scenes. That's how close i am to the most talked about crime incidents this week. How i wish everyone's talking of another issue instead of this. Not long ago, the province was also subjected to media's attention due to typhoid outbreak in Calamba. We've lost few lives during those times and even the tourism in the city was affected. I am very proud of this city...of this province. But because of these incidents, i wish i were in another place. Im scared. Not only for myself but for the people i care about. I feel so unsafe in this place. How can i not be scared if i know that there are heartless creatures wandering around, not only stealing valuables but also taking lives. I pray that this will be the last. I pray that those who sin will be punished. I pray for the 18 innocent souls to find their peace in God's loving embrace. I pray for the families who were left behind to learn to forgive and to continue living in peace &amp;amp; in God's love. I pray for everyone's safety, mine, my family &amp;amp; yours. Let's pray for a safer world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2079525537517254078-7282778001791303523?l=mayetha.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mayetha.blogspot.com/feeds/7282778001791303523/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2079525537517254078&amp;postID=7282778001791303523' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2079525537517254078/posts/default/7282778001791303523'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2079525537517254078/posts/default/7282778001791303523'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mayetha.blogspot.com/2008/05/unsafe.html' title='unsafe'/><author><name>mayetha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04411848746903039421</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mFLq83oMhAw/S6li5UdoqCI/AAAAAAAAAfo/L5WkkN6DcFE/S220/uni.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2079525537517254078.post-2371491026500993918</id><published>2008-05-17T22:32:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-19T22:37:59.970+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='my thoughts'/><title type='text'>family affairs</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 51, 255);font-family:georgia;" &gt;Rey, my cousin came to our house and he'll spend the night here. We rarely see each other so i kinda miss this boy. Unfortunately, he lost his wallet on his way here. He lost 3k. We just told him to forget about it. Luckily he was not hurt. My mom's really upset. Me too, i just &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;dont&lt;/span&gt; show it much.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 51, 255);font-family:georgia;" &gt;My mom has been uneasy all day thinking of my sister who's in &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Subic&lt;/span&gt;. as we know, we currently have a tropical storm (Cosme) that's hitting the central &amp;amp; northern &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;luzon&lt;/span&gt;. according to my sister, their company sent them home due to bad weather. My mom was so worried that she kept on telling "&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;pasahan&lt;/span&gt; mo &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;si&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;bibe&lt;/span&gt; mo, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;baka&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;walang&lt;/span&gt; load, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;di&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;nagrereply&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;saken&lt;/span&gt;". I was also worry about her, i just &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;dont&lt;/span&gt; say it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My god&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;daughter cum cousin, Step got sick recently. I was really worried. My mom always kept on reminding me to call my uncle to ask about step but i kept on deliberately forgetting it. I was too worried that i might break into tears when i heard step's voice. &lt;/span&gt;I missed her. I am really worried about her. I called them twice this week. There's no update with the doctor's findings but she's doing well. Thank God.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I may not always very vocal about how much my family's concerns affect me, their hearts know that i do care.. so much.&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/2079525537517254078-2371491026500993918?l=mayetha.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mayetha.blogspot.com/feeds/2371491026500993918/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2079525537517254078&amp;postID=2371491026500993918' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2079525537517254078/posts/default/2371491026500993918'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2079525537517254078/posts/default/2371491026500993918'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mayetha.blogspot.com/2008/05/family-affairs.html' title='family affairs'/><author><name>mayetha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04411848746903039421</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mFLq83oMhAw/S6li5UdoqCI/AAAAAAAAAfo/L5WkkN6DcFE/S220/uni.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2079525537517254078.post-5973363250097165351</id><published>2008-05-14T21:24:00.014+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-19T22:36:47.070+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='knovela adiktus'/><title type='text'>dal hee again</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: justify"&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(102,0,204);font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"  &gt;j&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(0,0,0);font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"  &gt;ust finished the last episode of sbdh. I love it!!!! Grabe talaga, nakakaiyak na nakakatawa at sobrang inspiring talaga. Ang hirap ng buhay ng mga surgeons. Haaayyy.. ganda talaga. I wish i could share to all of you what ive just experienced. You can watch "Surgeon Bong Dal Hee" on the following links: &lt;a href="http://www.mysoju.com/surgeon-bong-dal-hee/"&gt;&lt;span style="TEXT-DECORATION: underline"&gt;mysoju&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(0,0,0);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(0,0,0);font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"  &gt;&lt;a href="http://www.rukorean.com/surgeon_bong_dal_hee"&gt;rukorean&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(0,0,0);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(0,0,0);font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"  &gt;You can read reviews and ratings for this series in &lt;a href="http://www.koreandrama.org/?p=384"&gt;korean_dram&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.koreandrama.org/?p=384"&gt;a&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(0,0,0);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(0,0,0);font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"  &gt;I cant say it's the best coz i couldnt compare it to any korean drama. Bcoz most of the series that Ive watched are romantic drama or comedy. This is the first time that ive watched a medical drama. For me it's well done. I like how they did the operating procedures. Not so gross. I like politics in the hospital. Patient deaths &amp;amp; recoveries are just heart wrenching. I love the friendship among the doctors. There were jealousy &amp;amp; tension. There are some romance too. The actors were great. Not so good looking but really know how to act. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(0,0,0);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(0,0,0);font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"  &gt;I highly recommend this drama. There are only two dramas that ive watched from start to finish without skipping any scenes, these are "Bad Love &amp;amp; Surgeon Bong Dal Hee". coffee prince was my most favorite romantic drama because of the bitter sweet love between Eun chan &amp;amp; Han Kyul but i admit there were so many scences there that are not really important. Same goes with other series that ive watched. But this one, every scene is worth watching. This series wont make you fall in love, it would just simply help you appreciate life. &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/2079525537517254078-5973363250097165351?l=mayetha.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mayetha.blogspot.com/feeds/5973363250097165351/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2079525537517254078&amp;postID=5973363250097165351' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2079525537517254078/posts/default/5973363250097165351'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2079525537517254078/posts/default/5973363250097165351'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mayetha.blogspot.com/2008/05/dal-hee-again.html' title='dal hee again'/><author><name>mayetha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04411848746903039421</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mFLq83oMhAw/S6li5UdoqCI/AAAAAAAAAfo/L5WkkN6DcFE/S220/uni.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2079525537517254078.post-2480827618185732531</id><published>2008-05-12T21:45:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-19T22:36:47.070+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='knovela adiktus'/><title type='text'>surgeon bong dal hee</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_mFLq83oMhAw/SChPK00Wt6I/AAAAAAAAAQI/ATxfW_-a-hA/s1600-h/DrBong.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_mFLq83oMhAw/SChPK00Wt6I/AAAAAAAAAQI/ATxfW_-a-hA/s400/DrBong.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5199492817194760098" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I would say "surgeon bong dal hee" is one of the best non-romantic kdramas so far. Well there's some touch of romance but the story focuses more on the life of doctors. Their failures &amp; successes. This story is really inspiring. I cried a lot when im watching this. Im on my 12th episode...cant wait for the 6 more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_mFLq83oMhAw/SChO4k0Wt5I/AAAAAAAAAQA/4znJzsKtkfo/s1600-h/dalhee+kiss.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_mFLq83oMhAw/SChO4k0Wt5I/AAAAAAAAAQA/4znJzsKtkfo/s400/dalhee+kiss.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5199492503662147474" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2079525537517254078-2480827618185732531?l=mayetha.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mayetha.blogspot.com/feeds/2480827618185732531/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2079525537517254078&amp;postID=2480827618185732531' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2079525537517254078/posts/default/2480827618185732531'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2079525537517254078/posts/default/2480827618185732531'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mayetha.blogspot.com/2008/05/surgeon-bong-dal-hee.html' title='surgeon bong dal hee'/><author><name>mayetha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04411848746903039421</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mFLq83oMhAw/S6li5UdoqCI/AAAAAAAAAfo/L5WkkN6DcFE/S220/uni.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_mFLq83oMhAw/SChPK00Wt6I/AAAAAAAAAQI/ATxfW_-a-hA/s72-c/DrBong.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2079525537517254078.post-897771137036348725</id><published>2008-05-10T15:59:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-19T22:36:47.071+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='knovela adiktus'/><title type='text'>YEH wins best actress @ BAEKSANG</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_mFLq83oMhAw/SCVaZl4TShI/AAAAAAAAAP4/Ql5SjbXYqHo/s1600-h/BAEKSANG.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_mFLq83oMhAw/SCVaZl4TShI/AAAAAAAAAP4/Ql5SjbXYqHo/s400/BAEKSANG.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5198660740580592146" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;                                                        &lt;br /&gt;Yoon Eun Hye-"Acting Awards" received from 2006-2008:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. "Best Actress Award": The Grime Awards 2006 (The Vineyard Man)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. "Best New Actress": MBC Awards 2006(Goong)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. "Best New Actress Award": KBS Awards 2006 (The Vineyard Man)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. "Best Actress Award" or "Top Excellence Award": MBC Awards 2007 (Coffee Prince)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. "Best Actress Award": 44th Annual Baeksang Arts Awards 2008 (Coffee Prince)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_mFLq83oMhAw/SCVWel4TSgI/AAAAAAAAAPw/gjTmkKPscyM/s1600-h/654.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_mFLq83oMhAw/SCVWel4TSgI/AAAAAAAAAPw/gjTmkKPscyM/s400/654.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5198656428433426946" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2079525537517254078-897771137036348725?l=mayetha.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mayetha.blogspot.com/feeds/897771137036348725/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2079525537517254078&amp;postID=897771137036348725' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2079525537517254078/posts/default/897771137036348725'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2079525537517254078/posts/default/897771137036348725'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mayetha.blogspot.com/2008/05/yeh-wins-best-actress-baeksang.html' title='YEH wins best actress @ BAEKSANG'/><author><name>mayetha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04411848746903039421</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mFLq83oMhAw/S6li5UdoqCI/AAAAAAAAAfo/L5WkkN6DcFE/S220/uni.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_mFLq83oMhAw/SCVaZl4TShI/AAAAAAAAAP4/Ql5SjbXYqHo/s72-c/BAEKSANG.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2079525537517254078.post-3476213545994059128</id><published>2008-05-09T20:41:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-19T22:36:47.071+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='knovela adiktus'/><title type='text'>On Dal ja's spring, when love begins and tiring work week</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_mFLq83oMhAw/SCVK414TSfI/AAAAAAAAAPo/FY-Du9NiPs8/s1600-h/dalja.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_mFLq83oMhAw/SCVK414TSfI/AAAAAAAAAPo/FY-Du9NiPs8/s320/dalja.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5198643685265459698" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_mFLq83oMhAw/SCVKwF4TSeI/AAAAAAAAAPg/vFw93AoF9Cw/s1600-h/begin.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_mFLq83oMhAw/SCVKwF4TSeI/AAAAAAAAAPg/vFw93AoF9Cw/s200/begin.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5198643534941604322" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's been quite a busy week for me. I just had recovered from my last week sickness. Though i was not pretty okay last monday, i had to go to work coz my boss was on leave and we've got a lot of things to do for the month end closing. Fortunately we've finished the FS...though, we're late by, i guess one day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Though we've been so busy at work, Beautz, (my constant movie buddy) &amp; me never missed our monthly movie date. So last tuesday we've decided to watch 'When love begins". We were planning to watch Ploning 1st but unfortunately, Ploning will only be shown at SM Malls so no choice. I was expecting more from that Anne-Aga movie. I got curious with the storyline when i saw the teaser on tv. I thought it would be a differen kind of love story. Well, maybe i just expected too much. What's with the movie? Well im not a critic so i would only judge the movie subjectively, based on what i feel when i was watching it. Id leave the technical aspects to the experts. The only nice things about the movie for me were Anne's body and the view in Boracay. I didnt like it nor i enjoyed watching it. I didnt feel the romance though there were lots of kissing and even a bed/love scene. Aga &amp; anne just dont connect. For me, they dont have chemistry. Ive seen Aga in so many love stories and i love all of them. I even love when he did "kung ako na lang sana" with sharon, that was really nice. My favorite was his team up with regine and the one with claudine. But this one  with Anne, it's a no for me. The movie didnt make me fall in love with Aga's character nor with the story itself. AT some point they were trying to make the movie funny but it wasnt. I dont know, i just dont like it. I almost fell into sleep if not for the noisy group of girls in front of us. Im wondering how'd this movie reach a Multi-million sales in just a week. Am i the only one not liking it. Actually, we're two, beautz, didnt enjoy it as well. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WEll from a not so good movie to a well done kdrama..Last Wednesday, ive finished my 9th kdrama for this year. It was supposed to be my 12th but there were some which i did not finish watching such as, queen of the game, one fine day and sang do. I just got bored. Dal ja's spring is good. It was a story of a 33 year-old single/career woman. It's not so much about love story but more on the life of people in their early 30s. There were stories of romance, friendship, dreams, hopes and work life. It was pretty okay. Oh Dal ja is really cute and Kang Tae Bong is pretty hot. I might not wacth it again but i didnt regret watching  it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Im on episiode 1 of Surgeon Bong Dal Hee. Ive read good reviews so i hope this is what they actually say it is. After this Id be watching another medical drama, New Heart. Ive been inspired to watch such storylines since i watched the kdrama "Thank you". There's something about the doctors and the things they do that inspire me. Maybe everytime i see them trying to save the lives of the people they dont even know. It's just touching.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ive found a site where you can download Kdrama OST...yipeee...im dowloading Bad Love OSt&lt;br /&gt;I made myself a nice clubhouse sandwhich for dinner...Ham, egg, cheese, mayo, ketchup, greens, tomatoes, cucumber... yummy. I ate half slice and my bro ate 3 slices.. Grabe, he even had my share. Okay lang, atleast he liked it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2079525537517254078-3476213545994059128?l=mayetha.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mayetha.blogspot.com/feeds/3476213545994059128/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2079525537517254078&amp;postID=3476213545994059128' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2079525537517254078/posts/default/3476213545994059128'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2079525537517254078/posts/default/3476213545994059128'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mayetha.blogspot.com/2008/05/on-dal-jas-spring-when-love-begins-and.html' title='On Dal ja&apos;s spring, when love begins and tiring work week'/><author><name>mayetha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04411848746903039421</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mFLq83oMhAw/S6li5UdoqCI/AAAAAAAAAfo/L5WkkN6DcFE/S220/uni.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_mFLq83oMhAw/SCVK414TSfI/AAAAAAAAAPo/FY-Du9NiPs8/s72-c/dalja.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2079525537517254078.post-6693495080921907602</id><published>2008-05-01T22:45:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-19T22:38:23.279+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='updates'/><title type='text'>bingo!!!!</title><content type='html'>Yesterday, I was invited by Jing to play bingo. It was a fund raising project of their pastoral council. Well, i won P500. That was my first time playing bingo and i won on the first game. Well my luck just stopped there. I did not bring home the P20k but i had fun. Well im thinking of playing again in the mall soon....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2079525537517254078-6693495080921907602?l=mayetha.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mayetha.blogspot.com/feeds/6693495080921907602/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2079525537517254078&amp;postID=6693495080921907602' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2079525537517254078/posts/default/6693495080921907602'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2079525537517254078/posts/default/6693495080921907602'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mayetha.blogspot.com/2008/05/bingo.html' title='bingo!!!!'/><author><name>mayetha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04411848746903039421</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mFLq83oMhAw/S6li5UdoqCI/AAAAAAAAAfo/L5WkkN6DcFE/S220/uni.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2079525537517254078.post-6513633002170448878</id><published>2008-04-28T23:03:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-19T22:36:47.071+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='knovela adiktus'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>**finished watching mnikss last weekend&lt;br /&gt;**started with dal ja's spring last night. Im on my 4th episode. So far so good. &lt;br /&gt;**Need to finish all my pictures. They've been on hold for the past few weeks. &lt;br /&gt;**I missed the pilot episode of Dyesebel&lt;br /&gt;**I miss bibe..it's been quite a while.&lt;br /&gt;**We're just 3 in the house now. so quiet.&lt;br /&gt;**i found an old classmate in friendster. Ive invited him. Hope he approves my invite.&lt;br /&gt;**someone has lost his phone during the summer slam...that was a 2nd time. I wasnt surprised at all.&lt;br /&gt;**Im sleepy but i dont want to sleep yet.&lt;br /&gt;**I dont want to sleep yet but i really have to.&lt;br /&gt;**So, gudnyt.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2079525537517254078-6513633002170448878?l=mayetha.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mayetha.blogspot.com/feeds/6513633002170448878/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2079525537517254078&amp;postID=6513633002170448878' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2079525537517254078/posts/default/6513633002170448878'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2079525537517254078/posts/default/6513633002170448878'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mayetha.blogspot.com/2008/04/finished-watching-mnikss-last-weekend.html' title=''/><author><name>mayetha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04411848746903039421</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mFLq83oMhAw/S6li5UdoqCI/AAAAAAAAAfo/L5WkkN6DcFE/S220/uni.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2079525537517254078.post-5807167754827410922</id><published>2008-04-25T22:17:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-19T22:37:59.971+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='my thoughts'/><title type='text'>minsan may isang batang riles</title><content type='html'>Nang dahil sa kaadikan ko sa koreanovela napdpad ako kanina sa terminal sa crossing. Ang isa sa pinaka-ayokong lugar sa calamba. Pano ba naman napaka daming tao, may nagra-rugby, may mga nagbebenta ng aliw at may mandurukot. Pero dahil nga sa nabibitin na ako sa panonood ko online ng kim sam soon eh naisipan kong bumili na lang ng dvd. kaya alas sais diyes, inihanda ko na ang aking hintuturo para mag out. Leche naiihi pa ako, so nag cr muna. Out sa index finger time attendance machine...sosyal kami no? Dapat nga eye sensor yun mejo bitin lang sa budget. Anyway, naiiba na kwento, balik tayo, so sakay ako ng jeep, naku traffic. Baba ng terminal. Nakipag patintero sa mga jeep at tricycle. Nakipag siksikan sa ibang customers. Tanong dito...ate may kim sam soon kayo? sagot si ate..."ano yun"...hayyy naubos ko na lahat ng muslim sa terminal...di nila alam ang kim sam soon. Di naman ganon katagal yun ah.... Hmmmmnn...naisip ko copyrighted kasi yun kaya walang pirated. Sa internet nga binubura ang mga videos nun. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Grabe! So bigo ako...nagdecide na akong umuwi. Tumawid ako sa kabila. Yakap yakap ko ang aking mamahaling bag na bigay ni ady...mahirap na mas mahal pa ang bag ko kesa sa laman ng wallet ko eh. So anyway...mejo mahabang lakad muna ang ginawa ko kasi baka may madaanan pa akong muslim... So napadaan ako sa jollibee...ang laki na din ng pagbabago ng jollibee, yung eastwest dating max's yun tapos may padi's point din dun dati. Ang dami na ding tindahan ng ukay ukay sa crossing...dating luzon resto at shakeys yun.... Yung maya bookstore, ganon pa din andun pa din sa alcasid bldg.... Lahat na yata napansin ko kahahanap ng dvd. Napalingon ako sa video city...hmmmnnn...siguradong wala dun. Napagod na ako...pumara na ako ng iskirol na tricycle... "mama, san jose.." sakay ako. tapos napansin ko sa loob ng istasyon dumaan... "mama, bat dito?" " one way pa po"...so andar na si manong... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ako lang ang sakay ng tricyle.. machika si manong..&lt;br /&gt;Manong: Di ka ba napadaan dito?&lt;br /&gt;Ako: (ngiti lang)&lt;br /&gt;Manong: eto ang belarmino subd...labas tayo ng riles tapos criscor tapos st john na.&lt;br /&gt;Ako: Alam ko po&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Syempre alam ko noh. Sino ba makakalimot ng lugar na yun. mga pub doon, ang sikat na miggys ay flamingo dati. Ang elementary school na di mo aakalaing nag eexist. ang riles, ang tangke ng tubig na kinkalawang, ang basketball court, ang chapel, ang mga pader. Ang mga squatters. Pano ko makakalimutan ang lugar kung saan kami unang tumira dito sa calamba mga 2 dekada na ang nakalipas.... Yng lugar na kinakatakutan ko ngayon, yun mismo ang lugar kung saan inaabot ako ng gabi sa paglalaro. Ang mga kalsadang yun minsan na rin naming nalibot na magkakapatid pag inuutusan kaming magtinda. Ang mismong lugar na yun na kung saan ang nagsisislbing alarm clock namin ay ang ingay ng padating na tren...na kahit gustuhin mong matulog ay di na maaari kasi yuyugyugin ka na. Ang school, kung saan ako grumadweyt ng elementary. ang mga pader na minsang may nakasulat na "r**** loves mayeth" Ang chapel kung saan ako unang inatake ng migraine. Ang basketball court kung saan lagi kong pinapanood ang crush ko dati. Ang mga club sa tabi tabi kung saan nagtatrabaho ang mga kapitbahay namin. Ang mga squatters...kasama kami dun... well..umuupa kami naman kami... 250 yata yun, iba pa yung sa kuryente. Yung tubig, iniigib sa poso..Yung apartment namin Pinto at dingding lang. Walang bintana. Parang kahon. Pag hinahanp ng mga kaeskwela ko yung bahay namin...ang bilin ko...sabihin nyo kina aling marta, unang butas. Kapitbahay namin 50% prosti, meron ding nagchochongki at lalong madami ang mga nangdedekwat.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sa kabila ng environment na yun, parang di naman ako natatakot dati. Pakalat kalat nga kami dati sa mga riles...ala namang nangyari sa amin. Yung mag pokpok na kapitbahay namin naging kaibigan pa namin.. normal naman sila... yun nga lang yung mag anak nila iba iba ama. yung mga adik naming kapitbahay, di naman kami inaano...yung mga magnanakaw di naman kami ninanakawan... wala naman kasi silang nanakawin so binebentahan na lang nila kami. Actually nakabili kami minsan, plantsa..hanggang ngayon andito pa. Marami din kaming magandang memories sa riles...nagtinda kami ng kung anu anong meryenda, madami akong naging kaibigan, nakipagligawan kahit bawal, nagbabantay sa pinsan ko habang nakikipagligawan din sya. Sa loob ng 3 taon naming pagtira sa istasyon npakadaming alaala...lahat magaganda kahit di katangggap tanggap sa iba...kaya nga nagtataka nga ako sa sarili ko. bat ba ako ganito? Para namang di akong nanggaling dito. Yung hangin sa riles yun din yung hinihinga namin dati. Ewan ko rin. Siguro kasi wala namng rugby boys dati. Siguro kasi wala na yung mga kakilala ko dati dito. Siguro kasi iba na talaga yung lugar. o baka naman kasi ako ang nag iba.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2079525537517254078-5807167754827410922?l=mayetha.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mayetha.blogspot.com/feeds/5807167754827410922/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2079525537517254078&amp;postID=5807167754827410922' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2079525537517254078/posts/default/5807167754827410922'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2079525537517254078/posts/default/5807167754827410922'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mayetha.blogspot.com/2008/04/minsan-may-isang-batang-riles.html' title='minsan may 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href='http://mayetha.blogspot.com/2008/04/relive-moment-mnikss.html' title='relive the moment---mnikss'/><author><name>mayetha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04411848746903039421</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mFLq83oMhAw/S6li5UdoqCI/AAAAAAAAAfo/L5WkkN6DcFE/S220/uni.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_mFLq83oMhAw/SBGO4xADKrI/AAAAAAAAAPY/_s2Q7TAFNG4/s72-c/mnikss1.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2079525537517254078.post-1797365588240104219</id><published>2008-04-25T15:10:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-19T22:40:41.159+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='my thoughts'/><title type='text'>haaayyyyy</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;haaayyyy.&lt;br /&gt;kelan kaya mawawala ang aking ubo...&lt;br /&gt;nagcough syrup na may antibiotic pa&lt;br /&gt;kelan kaya ia-upload ang mga susunod na episodes ng kim sam soon&lt;br /&gt;bat kaya walang upload sa mysoju&lt;br /&gt;bat kaya tinanggal sa veoh&lt;br /&gt;haaayyy...bat yung iba copyrighted naman, may upload&lt;br /&gt;makabili na lang ng dvd mamaya&lt;br /&gt;di ko na kayang maghintay kay ihateonions&lt;br /&gt;napanood ko na naman ang kim sam soon sa tv&lt;br /&gt;pero mas maganda pag pag orig version ang watch mo&lt;br /&gt;haaayyyy....i always say coffee prince was the best....&lt;br /&gt;hmmmmmmnnn... pwede tie na lang sila ng mnikss sa top spot&lt;br /&gt;tapos tie din sa 2nd ang vineyard, 9end2outs at bad love&lt;br /&gt;haaayyyyy.... wala na akong masabi...uubo nalang uli ako....&lt;br /&gt;grrrr...asar...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mFLq83oMhAw/S6li5UdoqCI/AAAAAAAAAfo/L5WkkN6DcFE/S220/uni.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2079525537517254078.post-1845483630828902692</id><published>2008-04-24T11:23:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-25T19:07:43.072+08:00</updated><title type='text'>kailangan kita ay mali may kailangan pala ako sayo</title><content type='html'>subzigenz: musta na? mag outing kame jan sa sat ah.. pasyalan kita..&lt;br /&gt;Mayeth: hi&lt;br /&gt;Mayeth: long time no hear&lt;br /&gt;Mayeth: wala ako sa sat eh&lt;br /&gt;Mayeth: whole weekend&lt;br /&gt;subzigenz: uu nga eh, asan ka&lt;br /&gt;Mayeth: may walk kami&lt;br /&gt;Mayeth: ofis&lt;br /&gt;subzigenz: san?&lt;br /&gt;Mayeth: san ka?&lt;br /&gt;subzigenz: dito work may panpagawa lang boz ko&lt;br /&gt;Mayeth: ah&lt;br /&gt;Mayeth: di ka na nag oonline?&lt;br /&gt;subzigenz: di na eh la naman ako line&lt;br /&gt;Mayeth: ah...&lt;br /&gt;Mayeth: ako kasi 24 hours hehehe&lt;br /&gt;subzigenz: sa bahay,/ yaan mu magpaline din ako&lt;br /&gt;Mayeth: actually di na ako nagchachat... &lt;br /&gt;Mayeth: pag nasa bahay naman friendster, blog at online videos naman ang ginagawa ko&lt;br /&gt;subzigenz: ui sa cons firm kz ko ngaun... baka makasingit kme ng kontrata jan sa inu khit maintenance lang.. kme may hawak ng sgv acct. firm maintenance kame dun&lt;br /&gt;Mayeth: sales talk ka na naman&lt;br /&gt;subzigenz: ciempre&lt;br /&gt;subzigenz: gue na....&lt;br /&gt;Mayeth: ha?&lt;br /&gt;subzigenz: ui panu?? tulungan mu naman ako.. minsan mit tau ha.. bak upan moko... mwahhh mwahhhh&lt;br /&gt;subzigenz: log out na ko&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2079525537517254078-1845483630828902692?l=mayetha.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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{parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_mFLq83oMhAw/SA9cMRADKgI/AAAAAAAAAOA/wRIVVcKsYP8/s1600-h/remember_when.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_mFLq83oMhAw/SA9cMRADKgI/AAAAAAAAAOA/wRIVVcKsYP8/s200/remember_when.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5192470261173266946" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_mFLq83oMhAw/SA9cIBADKfI/AAAAAAAAAN4/OlC_QFoGQJ8/s1600-h/inlove_again.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_mFLq83oMhAw/SA9cIBADKfI/AAAAAAAAAN4/OlC_QFoGQJ8/s200/inlove_again.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5192470188158822898" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" 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width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2079525537517254078.post-7452124018247150432</id><published>2008-04-16T17:20:00.016+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-19T22:39:08.215+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='my thoughts'/><title type='text'>shoulda,woulda, coulda...</title><content type='html'>I used to say that if i have to live my life again, i would not change anything. But now, im having second thoughts. Though, i dont regret the things that ive done in my life, i kinda regret the things i did not do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*I should have learned how to ride a bicyle. i could have enjoyed our dos palmas biking activity. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* I should have learned how to swin. I would have been an athlete or atleast i would no longer be afraid of deep water and enjoy every swimming getaway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* I should have slept a lot during siesta time when my mom asked me to. I could have grown taller. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* I should have visited Mrs. Boragay, my grade 2 teacher in bicol, when i went home  year 2001. That could have been our last meeting. I should have thanked her for being not only a teacher but for taking good care of me, giving me clothes, accepting me in their home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* I should have tried flirting. I would have understood other girls doing that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* I should have given him a chance. It could have been love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* I should have thought of myself more before anything else. Things could have been different.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2079525537517254078-7452124018247150432?l=mayetha.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mayetha.blogspot.com/feeds/7452124018247150432/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2079525537517254078&amp;postID=7452124018247150432' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2079525537517254078/posts/default/7452124018247150432'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2079525537517254078/posts/default/7452124018247150432'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mayetha.blogspot.com/2008/04/shouldawoulda-coulda.html' title='shoulda,woulda, coulda...'/><author><name>mayetha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04411848746903039421</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mFLq83oMhAw/S6li5UdoqCI/AAAAAAAAAfo/L5WkkN6DcFE/S220/uni.bmp'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2079525537517254078.post-1914888852258171980</id><published>2008-04-15T17:01:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-19T22:37:59.971+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='my thoughts'/><title type='text'>reminiscing highschool</title><content type='html'>Grabe summer na na naman.wala na namang klase para sa mga estudyante.. Naalala ko tuloy ang aking school life.. my highschool life, .&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1st year&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Orientation ng mga freshies, i was late. Kakahiya&lt;br /&gt;*My 1st ever friend was Cynth. And Amy &amp; alma became my friends as well coz they were   my seatmates.&lt;br /&gt;*I missed my first ever UN Presentation. I had a chicken pox. Huhu. I did go through all the practices &amp; everything. And just 2 days before the event, i got sick.&lt;br /&gt;* I can never forget our classroom drama play wher i spoof our Filipino teacher...Mrs Gomeseria &amp; when we did  the "fire" scene in our Science Class drama.. Well i had real tears.. hehehe. artista.&lt;br /&gt;* I can nver forget all the firsts....acquaintance, intrams, christmas party.&lt;br /&gt;* I think i was in the top 15 during 1st year..ehem...okay na yun kasi super talino talaga ng class namin. Section Solar was the 1st section...i think we're 45 in our class. Sa 1st year level merong 21 sections...so just imagine kung gaano kadaming students ang sja nun.&lt;br /&gt;* I was an exemplary behaviour awardee...hehehe. bait eh&lt;br /&gt;* Latter part of 1st year mejo naging close ko sina sheim at april...and i think she as well.&lt;br /&gt;* secret to...pero crush ko nung 1st year si ove...hehehe...lahat naman yata nagkcrush sa kanya...hihihi&lt;br /&gt;* Theme song namin ang a whole new world at syempre nag movie din kami ng class namin...yung jurassic park...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2nd year&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Nagtransfer si cynth ng school. &lt;br /&gt;*Eto yung stage na i felt i found na my real friends. April &amp; Sheim (we were... SAM...sheim,april,mayeth). While alma, amy &amp; me were falling apart. Up to this day, I know we were never bitter about it. I was happy they found their own set of friends. Im sure they were also happy for me.&lt;br /&gt;*Transfer kami ng kainan... Kung dati kina aling precy kami nagla-lunch...2nd year..sa canteen ng tita ni ghing. So from that day on...may nabuo ng barkadahan...&lt;br /&gt;Di ko malilimutan si Mr. D'ariel Javellana. Our values teacher.  Hmmmmnnn...crush ko din sya...hehehe secret ulit yun. hahaha&lt;br /&gt;*Sino ba ang makakalimot sa Intrams....at nagcheering squad po ang lola nyo...hehehe&lt;br /&gt;* Biology class was so much fan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;3rd year&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* Grabe 3rd year was my most favorite&lt;br /&gt;* Sino ba crush ko nun? hehehe...hmmmmnnn si del..hahahha. di yun secret. &lt;br /&gt;* Nagtransfer si April ng school... I was so sad. April was the very first person i trusted among all of my friends in highschool. We shared some secrets that im sure up to this day no one ever knew except the two of us. When she left i felt our friendship has gone as well. I thought It has ended when she left...Even my friendship with sheim has gone bad too. I didnt really know what happened but we became so cold toward each other. I remember ate chel talking to me and telling me to keep the fire burning...after quite some time we became close again. Ganun talaga siguro ang magkakaibigan... &lt;br /&gt;*Noli Me tangere - i will never forget my filipino subject coz we did a play... i was Dna Victorina. Another friendship was formed when we did this play. It was my friendship with eric...si Don Tiburcio...we were husband-wife dun sa play so we became really close. It was a love-hate kind of friendship. One day i was talking to him, the next day we would fight. Hmmmmnnn... confession...in my point of view.. my relationship with him was almost beyond friendship but not quite a loving relationship. I just dont know what it was. We never really talked about it. I liked someone else during that time And he liked another friend naman so napakaimposible na may something diba? But i just felt we had that special friendship. There were times that he would go to our house on weekends...baket diba? E ang layo ng bahay namin. Fast forward....10 years after....we're still friends...married na sya. Classmates din kami nung college but we were not that close.&lt;br /&gt;* Club T - my friends for life...joy,lai,sheim,she,yen,lois. club t was formed &lt;br /&gt;after our Junior prom. Actually we were friends even before that but since maraming nangyari sa prom....nabuo ang samahang T. Ano meaning non? secret...hehehe.&lt;br /&gt;Ady - di ko alam pano kami naging friends...i think we were already friends since 1st year kasi he's everybody's friend naman. But we became really close during 3rd year. With him, i could say anything. Kaya madalas nag aaway kami. Well noon yun. Ngyon, pinagpapasensyahan nya na ako. Hehe. My friendship with him feels like forever already.&lt;br /&gt;COCC training - hirap pero very memorable ang experience. One of the best times ive had during highschool.&lt;br /&gt;* Songfest - the experience was just amazing. To be able to sing during christmas presentation was just great.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;4th  year&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* CAT Training - ang mga astig ng school hehehe. Ganda ng experience nun. Training pag sabado. Tambay sa CAT ofis. Duty pag pasukan ng mga estudyante. Manghuhuli ng mga walang id at iba kulay ng medyas. Nyahaha. Tapos pag saturday, mag rerequest sa mga kadete na dalhan ka ng kung anik anik..lyrics ng kanta, poster ni ganito...stationery...hehehe.  &lt;br /&gt; *Tampuhan - mejo nagkatampuhan ang club T. I thought we would fall apart. Buti na lang hindi. What was the reason of tampuhan? Hmmmn...boys...nag-aagawan kami hahaha. Joke! Di noh. Basta secret. Pero parang isang guy nga talaga pinagtampuhan namin...hihihi.&lt;br /&gt;*Graduation - i cried a river. I felt i was really devastated after graduation. Parang kalahati ng puso ko nwala...hmmmmmn. OA. Hehehe. Actually super lungkot talaga yun...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eto pa mga naalala ko:&lt;br /&gt;Fave:&lt;br /&gt;Tambayan - library, CAT&lt;br /&gt;Kainan - aling precy, onoy, motiff&lt;br /&gt;Time - Recess, dismissal, typhoon signal no. 2, strike, CAT training (para sa mga officers)&lt;br /&gt;Uso:&lt;br /&gt;Sayaw - lahat ng sayaw ng umd at street boys&lt;br /&gt;Drinks - yung shake kina ling precy at yung binibentang P5 na softdinks...di pa yata uso iced tea nun&lt;br /&gt;food - lugaw ni onoy, cassava con yelo ni aling precy, ice cream in a bun na tinda sa lobby ng school.&lt;br /&gt;songs - ocean deep, farewell, remember me this way, i'll be there, can you feel the love tonight&lt;br /&gt;expressions - chicken!, Puw*t mo!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay ba?....haaayy sarap magreminisce....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2079525537517254078-1914888852258171980?l=mayetha.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mayetha.blogspot.com/feeds/1914888852258171980/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2079525537517254078&amp;postID=1914888852258171980' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2079525537517254078/posts/default/1914888852258171980'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2079525537517254078/posts/default/1914888852258171980'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mayetha.blogspot.com/2008/03/reminiscing-highschool.html' title='reminiscing highschool'/><author><name>mayetha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04411848746903039421</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mFLq83oMhAw/S6li5UdoqCI/AAAAAAAAAfo/L5WkkN6DcFE/S220/uni.bmp'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2079525537517254078.post-8648010154980560266</id><published>2008-04-12T17:09:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-19T22:36:47.072+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='knovela adiktus'/><title type='text'>bad love</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_mFLq83oMhAw/SACC18j2OfI/AAAAAAAAANo/74-RyZngBYg/s1600-h/Bad-Love-Drama-Poster-1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_mFLq83oMhAw/SACC18j2OfI/AAAAAAAAANo/74-RyZngBYg/s320/Bad-Love-Drama-Poster-1.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5188290634031970802" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ive just finished my 7th kdrama this year. Bad Love. I wasnt really interested in watching this series in the beginning because of the not-so-good reviews ive read in the net. But since it stars Kwon sang woo, i gave it a try. Thanks heaven i did. It was one of the best series ive ever watched. The ability of the series to create tension and suspend it, wow it was just amazing. All throughout the 20 episodes, i was having butterflies in my stomach. I smiled. I cried. I just love everything about this drama. Just the way i like it, not so dramatic...and not that tragic. And the main characters ended up together. If youre looking for a fairy tale kind of story, this one's not for you. It's not that kind of series though, it's not a romantic series. It's not about girl meets boy and they fall in love. The series is beyond falling in love. This will make you believe in true love or maybe believe that there are love that are just not meant to be. Here the  things ive learned from this series:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Getting involved with a married man is a no-no!&lt;br /&gt;2. Love somtimes is just a dream that you wake up too soon from.&lt;br /&gt;3. Love has a reality side. You just cant love because you feel it. Always remember that the world is not all about you and what you feel.&lt;br /&gt;4. Know when to hold on and when to let go.&lt;br /&gt;5. Love is like a see-saw, where in it is possible that one party gives more love than the other but just because you want to make that relationship work, a balance is necessary.&lt;br /&gt;6.a love that is too painful is not actually love. If the person who stole your heart has left you, all you can do is make up your mind to forget that person.&lt;br /&gt;7. Learn to forgive the people who caused you pain.&lt;br /&gt;8. There are second chances in life and in love.&lt;br /&gt;9. Practice breaking up. What makes breaking up so painful is because you're not ready for it. So you would end up hating the person who has left you. Breaking up is a process and you have to be prepared for it. Try dating for the purpose of breaking up. Yong Gi and In Jung did it and it worked.&lt;br /&gt;10. If two people are just meant to be, fate will find a way to bring them back together. And if that happens, what these 2 need to do is hold each other tight and never ever let go.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2079525537517254078-8648010154980560266?l=mayetha.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mayetha.blogspot.com/feeds/8648010154980560266/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2079525537517254078&amp;postID=8648010154980560266' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2079525537517254078/posts/default/8648010154980560266'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2079525537517254078/posts/default/8648010154980560266'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mayetha.blogspot.com/2008/04/bad-love.html' title='bad love'/><author><name>mayetha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04411848746903039421</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mFLq83oMhAw/S6li5UdoqCI/AAAAAAAAAfo/L5WkkN6DcFE/S220/uni.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_mFLq83oMhAw/SACC18j2OfI/AAAAAAAAANo/74-RyZngBYg/s72-c/Bad-Love-Drama-Poster-1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2079525537517254078.post-4111523819877455522</id><published>2008-03-08T12:42:00.008+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-19T22:36:47.073+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='knovela adiktus'/><title type='text'>K! okei</title><content type='html'>ive been doing a lot of online watching of korean dramas these days. I even missed out on my blogging these past few weeks just to catch my kdramas. Here the list of my all time fave kdramas in no particular order. Except the number 1...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Coffee Prince - the most touching series ever. Han kyul is just a perfect boyfriend. It's like loving beyond reaons. YEH &amp; GY were great &amp; so hot. This is my fave so far.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2.Jewel in the palace - the most intelligent series ever.&lt;br /&gt;3. Full house - so funny.&lt;br /&gt;4. Kim sam soon - touchng &amp; funny. love it.&lt;br /&gt;5. Attic cat - nakakainis na nakakatawa&lt;br /&gt;6. stawiray to heaven - grabe nakakaiyak&lt;br /&gt;7. autumn tale - the first kdrama na sinubaybayan ko&lt;br /&gt;8 winter sonata - so touching&lt;br /&gt;9. the wedding - grabe nakakakilig din to&lt;br /&gt;10. gong/princess hours - maganda yung part ni YEH. Others were kinda boring&lt;br /&gt;11. Vineyard man - i can say this is my 2nd most favorite so far. Really simple story yet really heartwarming one. THe male lead, Taekgi is not the typical good looking but he has a big heart. I just love the story...a lot of lessons can be learned from this.&lt;br /&gt;12. Something about 1% - maganda din to. Nakakakilig din&lt;br /&gt;13. My Girl - mejo nakakaiyak na nakakailig&lt;br /&gt;14. irene -  o diba pati eto napanood ko. The longest series ever. At take note ive watched it even on re-runs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope i didnt miss anything...I'll just add them up when i remember. Actually there were some  that i started watching but due to some priorities, i didnt finish them. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Currently im watching "9 end 2 outs" - im in episode 3 and im loving it.(hmmmnnn, finished already as of March 19... this is on my top 3)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Im planning to watch.... Bad couple (currently watching), Biscuit teacher &amp; one fine day in the next 2 weeks...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What do i get from watching them? Well aside from few pimples due to staying up late, i get pure entertainment that i dont get from local shows. K dramas are simple, straightforward &amp; heartwarming. The just know where to hit the viewers. They know what we love to watch. They give us wonderful stories.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2079525537517254078-4111523819877455522?l=mayetha.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mayetha.blogspot.com/feeds/4111523819877455522/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2079525537517254078&amp;postID=4111523819877455522' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2079525537517254078/posts/default/4111523819877455522'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2079525537517254078/posts/default/4111523819877455522'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mayetha.blogspot.com/2008/03/k-okei.html' title='K! okei'/><author><name>mayetha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04411848746903039421</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mFLq83oMhAw/S6li5UdoqCI/AAAAAAAAAfo/L5WkkN6DcFE/S220/uni.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2079525537517254078.post-5287907156133095042</id><published>2008-01-12T15:46:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-19T22:41:43.771+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='knovela adiktus'/><title type='text'>cant get enough</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_mFLq83oMhAw/R4hwqIElMAI/AAAAAAAAANA/C6cCH9Kcadw/s1600-h/hye_paint.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_mFLq83oMhAw/R4hwqIElMAI/AAAAAAAAANA/C6cCH9Kcadw/s400/hye_paint.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5154493642549047298" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Isnt she lovely? She truly is. Eun Hye of Coffee Prince, Princess Hours &amp; The Vineyard Man. I just cant get enough of her. Maybe because of the the series, coffee prince. Ive seen her in Princess Hours but i wasnt so impressed in her then. But in coffee prince, oh she's great. She's really good. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I dont know what's happening to me. It feels like I was taken back to my teenage years that I feel so excited whenever I think of eun chan/andi &amp; han kyul/arthur. Actually, nothing really compares to what i feel. The series has touched something in me. It moved me. When I finished the series last week, I was a bit sad just like when eun hye was finished taping, she was really crying coz she didnt want to let go of her character,eun chan. Me too, i dont really want that series to end. I even watch it over &amp; over everytime i open my pc. I dont know when can i get over the high of it. I just hope not so soon. Coz, watching or even the thought of coffee prince can really make me laugh, cry &amp; fall in love. Sounds weird for others but i dont care anymore. Ive never felt like this for a long time and i want this to last even if that means, watching it over &amp; over online, buying a dvd and staying up late just to catch in on tv. Im just wondering why local tv cant produce something like this. Simple yet touching. Thanks to Koreans for creating meaningful love stories.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2079525537517254078-5287907156133095042?l=mayetha.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mayetha.blogspot.com/feeds/5287907156133095042/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2079525537517254078&amp;postID=5287907156133095042' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2079525537517254078/posts/default/5287907156133095042'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2079525537517254078/posts/default/5287907156133095042'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mayetha.blogspot.com/2008/01/cant-get-enough.html' title='cant get enough'/><author><name>mayetha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04411848746903039421</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mFLq83oMhAw/S6li5UdoqCI/AAAAAAAAAfo/L5WkkN6DcFE/S220/uni.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_mFLq83oMhAw/R4hwqIElMAI/AAAAAAAAANA/C6cCH9Kcadw/s72-c/hye_paint.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2079525537517254078.post-5861708649158540722</id><published>2008-01-11T20:04:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-19T22:41:43.771+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='knovela adiktus'/><title type='text'>im in love...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_mFLq83oMhAw/R4dgDoElL_I/AAAAAAAAAM4/sXe76J8sak4/s1600-h/coffee-prince.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_mFLq83oMhAw/R4dgDoElL_I/AAAAAAAAAM4/sXe76J8sak4/s200/coffee-prince.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5154193913961328626" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_mFLq83oMhAw/R4df5YElL-I/AAAAAAAAAMw/IqmQlRM5_OY/s1600-h/eun.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_mFLq83oMhAw/R4df5YElL-I/AAAAAAAAAMw/IqmQlRM5_OY/s200/eun.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5154193737867669474" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i have lots of things goin on in my life right now but there is just one strong emotion  that exists. Love. Im in love. With whom? nah. it's with what. Im inlove with Coffee Prince. Ive finished watching it online. Im still staying up late just to catch it on GMA and im going to purchase a dvd tomorrow. Oh yeah. Im an addict. I love Korean series but ive never been so hooked until now. This series is really brave. It tackles sexuality, love, business, family and friendship. And the actors are really great, Eun Hye (eun chan/andi) and gong yoo (han kyul/arthur). They are just the best. This is the first series that really made me fall in love. When i finished the series, i realized that wen you truly love someone, you dont care anymore whether he/she is a man, woman or alien. You will just love the person. No whys. You just do everything for love. Beyond reasons.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, eun hye yoon is now my favorite korean actress,(she also played janelle in Princess hours).... im about to start to watch her 2006 series - The vineyard man. I hope it'll be as good as the Coffee Prince.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2079525537517254078-5861708649158540722?l=mayetha.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mayetha.blogspot.com/feeds/5861708649158540722/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2079525537517254078&amp;postID=5861708649158540722' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2079525537517254078/posts/default/5861708649158540722'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2079525537517254078/posts/default/5861708649158540722'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mayetha.blogspot.com/2008/01/im-in-love.html' title='im in love...'/><author><name>mayetha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04411848746903039421</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mFLq83oMhAw/S6li5UdoqCI/AAAAAAAAAfo/L5WkkN6DcFE/S220/uni.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_mFLq83oMhAw/R4dgDoElL_I/AAAAAAAAAM4/sXe76J8sak4/s72-c/coffee-prince.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2079525537517254078.post-707578270337808153</id><published>2007-12-22T12:22:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-12-22T12:55:36.307+08:00</updated><title type='text'>thanks</title><content type='html'>Just want to thank few people who made me so happy. never thought,joy can be found in the most unexpected situations. yeah, unexpected really. You just made my day so special. And you just made me realize few things, that i deserve more than what im getting, that i owe myself more than i owe others and that i should let myself out of my shell sometimes. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was probably the best christmas gift ive received this year. Thanks again.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2079525537517254078-707578270337808153?l=mayetha.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mayetha.blogspot.com/feeds/707578270337808153/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2079525537517254078&amp;postID=707578270337808153' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2079525537517254078/posts/default/707578270337808153'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2079525537517254078/posts/default/707578270337808153'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mayetha.blogspot.com/2007/12/thanks.html' title='thanks'/><author><name>mayetha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04411848746903039421</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mFLq83oMhAw/S6li5UdoqCI/AAAAAAAAAfo/L5WkkN6DcFE/S220/uni.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2079525537517254078.post-1744677501929639641</id><published>2007-12-16T07:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-12-18T20:10:44.898+08:00</updated><title type='text'>too much too soon, too little too late</title><content type='html'>The add-on benefit i get from my work is my chance to visit my lola in my hometown where,incidentally one of our project offices is located. Twice a year, i need to conduct an audit on that office. When i was still in school, I was never allowed to travel alone by my parents especially long trips such as going to bicol. It would take 11 hours and there would be so many things could hapen within those times. but that was work,[i just cant say no. The very first time i travelled alone, it was scary but as i do it often, i get used to it already. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;During one of my trips, around 2 years ago, my bus, an executive 39 seater, forgot to pick me up at turbina, the bus came from pasay and just stops at pick up points. Unfortunately, something went wrong with the coordination &amp; i was left alone in the bus terminal. Fortunately, another bus picked me up but that bus was bound only for naga city. And it would take me 3 hours more from naga to get to tabaco. The bus company assured me that my original bus will wait for me at naga. When we arrived at naga, i was already freaking out because it was already an hour since we arrived there but there was no sign of my original bus. The driver of  my new bus told me to just look for any bus going to tabaco. I said no. Why would i transfer to just any bus when i paid 1,100 pesos to that stupid executive bus. So i did not leave my new bus and ordered the driver to drive me to where ever my original bus was. The problem with that bus company was they lack coordination. The driver was annoyed at me and told me that they cant do that. I told them that i will report to the police if they wont drop me to tabaco in 3hours. I had a meeting early morning the following day so i need to get to tabaco earlier so i can rest. Though i was not crying, but i was so nervous. The driver, i think, couldnt stand me anymore decided to drive me, alone. Imagine, a big bus with only one passenger was catching another bus. It was really scary. I heard in their radio conversation that my original bus will wait for me at iriga city. But my new bus can no[longer drive beyond naga so he asked me to transfer to another bus of same company bound for legaspi and promised to drop me at iriga. so i transferred. I wanted to cry. It was really a bad day.  Thank god, with only two hours left to the finish line, that stupid bus really waited. I was wearing a really bad face when i ride my original bus. I was seat number 1, take note number 1 and they left me. The driver was really apologetic. He was saying "sorry mam, wala po kasing inindorse na may pipik-upin sa turbina" I told him, "too late, well atleast nakaabot ako, irereklamo ko kayo sa management". All other passengers were really curious of what happend to me. Some felt sorry. Some were mad at the driver. Then, i heard my seatmate, seat number two was telling something to me. He told me that, there were other same instances happened in the past. I looked at him, then i felt worse for what happened to me. Why not? Because what i was looking was probably the nicest man's face ive ever seen. Not that super gwapo artista look but just really refreshing face. Looks like a good person. I felt that if my stupid bus have not left me, i could have had the whole 11 hours talking to this guy. But it would only be 2 hours so i told myself i had to make the most out of it. He was educated,intelligent guy. Di mayabang. I guess 3 years older than i am. He asked for my name. He gave his. We shook hands. He asks for my work &amp; he told me his. Our conversation for one hour is basically about work. He was nice. Basta i felt we hit it off right away. Parang we had a connection already. Silently, i was hoping, it would go beyond just a mere conversation just like what ive had during my other trips. Hi, hellos, exchange of numbers, text for a while then forgets that you've ever met. With him, i was looking forward to a more than just an acquaintance. I felt i wanted him to be my friend or frankly, i dreamed of even more. Silly. But that was what i felt. I was waiting for him to ask for my number. And he did. Actually he was asking for a card. Unfortunately, i didnt have one in my wallet so i asked for his instead. He gave his card &amp; told me that he'll expect me to  text or call him. He works in ortigas. Actually, he works for one of our suppliers. He was a safety engineer. Engineer.Bicolano. Gosh. I felt it was meant to be. But after one and a half of wholesome conversations, (yes friends,he was really polite, he did not try to do or imply something else). It was really a good 90 minutes. I felt ive known him forever. I felt weve been friends for life.) suddenly, he grabbed his bag,it was just an overnight bag. And told me... "yeth una na ako, lapit na ako bumaba. Text tayo ha. Para ka talagang yung sis ko." Toink. I told him, "really?! cge text kita' san ka nga pala bababa?" "Dyan sa hospital". I held my breath, i asked "why? sinong may sakit?" then he said "wala, my wife just gave birth to our first ever..it's a boy". My heart flipped, no, it was an understatement, my heart made a summersault. Then it skipped a beat. Then I breathe again, I told him "Congrats, sige baba ka na,ospital na." He smiled and said "Thanks, nice meeting you. Ingat. Reklamo mo sila sa management." And smiled again. And he was gone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was holding his card, i stared at it. I held it. It lingered into my palm. Then i torn it into pieces. And threw them under my seat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What a day. I thought i could have a happy ending even if it was quite too late but unfortunately, but since i expected too much, at the end ive got just too little.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2079525537517254078-1744677501929639641?l=mayetha.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mayetha.blogspot.com/feeds/1744677501929639641/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2079525537517254078&amp;postID=1744677501929639641' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2079525537517254078/posts/default/1744677501929639641'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2079525537517254078/posts/default/1744677501929639641'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mayetha.blogspot.com/2007/12/too-much-too-soon-too-little-too-late.html' title='too much too soon, too little too late'/><author><name>mayetha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04411848746903039421</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mFLq83oMhAw/S6li5UdoqCI/AAAAAAAAAfo/L5WkkN6DcFE/S220/uni.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2079525537517254078.post-103041160092008756</id><published>2007-12-16T06:05:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-12-18T20:12:02.857+08:00</updated><title type='text'>nine mornings</title><content type='html'>dec. 16, we woke up at 3:15am for us to be at the church at exactly 4am. Though we tried not to be late, which we were not really,but still, we found ourselves standing. The church was overflowing with people. I dont really know what's with dec 16 that people are eager to be in the church first. For the past 10 years that ive been consistently doing my simbang gabi, i noticed that it was only during the first night/day that the church was full. The remaining 8 days were basically just like any ordinary sunday where there were vacant seats. I also noticed different kind of people with different reasons why they were in the church. The manangs, whom i consider my churchmates, the devoted daughters of mary who serve god &amp; church. The families, i even witnessed parents bringing months-old babies to the church, hows that?! Babies wont understand homily, would they? And my god, the temperature is between 19 to 22 degrees not suitable for babies. You would usually also see the "papasok/galing sa work" people. These are those who either arrived at church so late because they just came fom work or they will leave early to catch their shuttle going to work. And who would not noticed those whom i call "simbanga" couple. Here in calamba our church is just in front of our famous landmark, Kalan-banga plaza. During simbang gabi, this park is usually full of love birds. While the priest is doing the homily in the church, these people just simply sneak their way out going to the park. There are also people who find the church as the extenson of their beds. I dont really understand why do people go to church just to sleep. The kind of people i hate to see in church are those youngster with gangs. For couple of times, ive witnessed small commotion inside of the church because of these kinds of people. There were also incidents of pickpocketings in the past.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How about me? what kind of church-goer am i? I think im a good one. I dont sleep. Just yawn sometimes. The problem with me is when I sleep late the night before, i usually have a hard time getting up &amp; ready for church so sometimes, we're late.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2079525537517254078-103041160092008756?l=mayetha.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mayetha.blogspot.com/feeds/103041160092008756/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2079525537517254078&amp;postID=103041160092008756' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2079525537517254078/posts/default/103041160092008756'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2079525537517254078/posts/default/103041160092008756'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mayetha.blogspot.com/2007/12/nine-mornings.html' title='nine mornings'/><author><name>mayetha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04411848746903039421</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mFLq83oMhAw/S6li5UdoqCI/AAAAAAAAAfo/L5WkkN6DcFE/S220/uni.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2079525537517254078.post-474328634134374406</id><published>2007-11-30T14:58:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-12-05T19:47:08.922+08:00</updated><title type='text'>weekend re-run</title><content type='html'>hi. im back. it's been two weeks already. i was caught in the middle of loads of work &amp; gimmicks. Something important came up in the office that we had to attend. The year-end inventory was done already (that's good thing coz i dont want to do it while others are having their new year celebration). Christmas is one of the things thats making me busy. I did the christmas set up for the office and i am the over all incharge of our christmas party. I am also keeping myself busy in conceptualizing and creating a music for our entry in the Departmental presentation. The dance steps will be taken cared of by the other staff. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just last week, a friend, a dear one has gotten married. Isnt that so touching to see one of your old friends get married to another friend. Actually, Jo &amp; She, weve been friends since high school. It's been 14 wonderful years, that's why it's not that surprising to know that some of your friends fell in love and got married. But in their case, just like what ive told them in the reception, who would have thought that they would end up as such. They were not even a love team way back in highshool. Maybe they just didnt realize it then, but the bond of friendship and the magic of fate brought them to each other on a higher level.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After the wedding, weve decided to go somewhere else. It'd be iyen's bday the following day and she felt throwing a bday treat was a nice idea so we went to starbucks, all 14 of us excpt for the newly weds of course, coz theyre bound to hongkong for their honeymoon. Ady paid for the rent of van since iyen's car couldnt accommodate all of us. And beacuse of that I've got my first ever christmas gift for this year, actualy all of the club t except the bride got one. Who gave it? You guess who.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After that starbucks treat, i just went home to take a bath and change and an hour later we were on our way to Aliw Theatre for Regine's conert. But before heading to &lt;br /&gt;the concert, we dropped by heavens n eggs at glorietta (im not sure) for our dinner. Ady told us to that it was his xmas gift already and he asked for a gift in return, which i am still trying to remember what it was. hehehe. The concert was okay. Honestly, i was not that thrilled of the show, I still like the Reflection that we watched the other year. I believe Regine's not really for OPM songs. I like to hear her with Mariah or whitney's or her original songs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After the concert we were having problems where to go next. Then we decided to go to MOA which unfortunately, MOA dies at 12mn. So ady suggested that we just spend the night in his office so we did. We slept in his office.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's all.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2079525537517254078-474328634134374406?l=mayetha.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mayetha.blogspot.com/feeds/474328634134374406/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2079525537517254078&amp;postID=474328634134374406' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2079525537517254078/posts/default/474328634134374406'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2079525537517254078/posts/default/474328634134374406'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mayetha.blogspot.com/2007/11/re-run.html' title='weekend re-run'/><author><name>mayetha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04411848746903039421</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mFLq83oMhAw/S6li5UdoqCI/AAAAAAAAAfo/L5WkkN6DcFE/S220/uni.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2079525537517254078.post-1944565852953812225</id><published>2007-11-17T19:26:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-11-17T20:15:22.666+08:00</updated><title type='text'>falling in love with none</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;It's back. The love songs. The heartbeat. I dont want it. For I wished that the next time Id feel this, you'd be here. For Real. In life. I dont want to go through it all again. I dont want to play songs that you couldnt hear. Nor, write poetry you couldnt read. Im hoping that you'd come soon but sometimes waiting for you feels like waiting rain in the drought. What took you so long to find me? It feels like forever already. There had been few who have passed me by and that was just fine because i know in my heart you'd come. Exactly what I've always been praying for. I know it's you. I also pray that Id be worthy of your love too. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Please be here soon. Im still holding on to that fate. I am grasping to the thought of you &amp; me. Us. Forever.&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&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/2079525537517254078-1944565852953812225?l=mayetha.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mayetha.blogspot.com/feeds/1944565852953812225/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2079525537517254078&amp;postID=1944565852953812225' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2079525537517254078/posts/default/1944565852953812225'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2079525537517254078/posts/default/1944565852953812225'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mayetha.blogspot.com/2007/11/falling-in-love-with-none.html' title='falling in love with none'/><author><name>mayetha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04411848746903039421</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mFLq83oMhAw/S6li5UdoqCI/AAAAAAAAAfo/L5WkkN6DcFE/S220/uni.bmp'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2079525537517254078.post-8788556664975521766</id><published>2007-11-11T23:03:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-11-11T23:09:16.270+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Letter To the One that God has Prepared for Me</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;I found this article in one of the blogsites ive visited. few years ago, i also received this thru email... i believe all the single out there including me could relate to this...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;I am wondering at this very minute if you are thinking of me, if like me,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you are wondering what is taking us so long to find each other. Many times I&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thought I finally found you only to be disillusioned by the fact that my&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wait has not yet ended. I get up each morning hoping, dreaming, longing to&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;meet you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am imagining the way we will meet. would it be as romantic as the ones I&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;have seen in movies? . Or is it possible that I have known you all my life&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but we have yet to realize that we are meant for each other? Oh how I wish&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you were here right now because you are the only one who has the answers to&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;all my questions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes I ask myself if I have ever really known "love". I do not have the&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;answer to that question either but I believe that, more often than not, we&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;will never really know what love is until we find that right person .... and&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;since I have not found you yet, then maybe I do not really know what love&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;is!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You just don't know how often I dream of finally knowing what it feels like&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;to be in your arms. Even at this very moment I am imagining how you will&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;simply sweep me off my feet! Perhaps I will be drawn to you by your smile,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;or your eyes, or maybe even how you manage to make me laugh through your&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;silly little ways!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't really know for sure but I am praying that God will help me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;recognize you when the right time comes. I think of all the pain that I&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;have gone through in the past and of how much I have cried since the day I&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;began my search. I just want you to know that I find my strength in clinging&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;onto my vision of the beautiful life ahead of me --- the life I shall spend&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;with you. Somehow, In my mind and in my heart I know that you are worth all&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;that pain and sacrifice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After all, the tears have become a part of my life and I believe that they&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;are slowly washing away my flaws so that I would become perfect. not perfect&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;in its truest sense, but perfect --- for YOU! I wonder if you've gone&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;through so much pain as well. I wonder if you've been hurt so many times&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;along the journey. But my dearest one, please don't ever give up because I&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;am right here... patiently waiting for you! I assure you that when we&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;finally find each other I will slowly heal those wounds by my love..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At night, I would look out my window and stare at the beautiful sky, hoping&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;that somehow you are also looking up and wondering about me. I utter a&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;silent prayer and send all my cries to the heavens above thinking that in&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;time they would reach you. And when I feel impatient, I just close my eyes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and believe that you are on your way and that you are longing to see me as&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well. It is funny but when I finally fall asleep, it is still you that I&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;think of, for you are always in my dreams. It seems that, for now, that is&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the only place where I can hold on to you, long enough to tell you how much&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love you. In my dreams you would kiss away my fears and wrap me with your&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;arms of love. And this, all the more, makes me want to wake up and face the new day&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ahead with the hope that soon enough, you will no longer be a dream but a&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;reality and once again I am assured that you are worth the wait.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And when that time comes, everything will fall into its place, just as I had&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;imagined, just as I had thought and dreamed, just as I had believed it would&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;be! By then, I would simply look back and smile at all that I have gone&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;through, in spite of the pain and amidst the simple joys of life --- and I&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;would be very thankful because they all led me to you!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the meantime, take care of yourself for me. Hold on to our dream and&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;don't even think of letting go. Believe in your heart that we will find each&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;other no matter what happens. God has planned the course and it is up to us&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;to follow the directions. Don't worry, don't be afraid of getting lost, God&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;saw to it that all the roads, no matter which one you choose to follow, lead&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;to me..... =)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2079525537517254078-8788556664975521766?l=mayetha.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mayetha.blogspot.com/feeds/8788556664975521766/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2079525537517254078&amp;postID=8788556664975521766' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2079525537517254078/posts/default/8788556664975521766'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2079525537517254078/posts/default/8788556664975521766'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mayetha.blogspot.com/2007/11/letter-to-one-that-god-has-prepared-for.html' title='Letter To the One that God has Prepared for Me'/><author><name>mayetha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04411848746903039421</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mFLq83oMhAw/S6li5UdoqCI/AAAAAAAAAfo/L5WkkN6DcFE/S220/uni.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2079525537517254078.post-5491904894026841180</id><published>2007-11-08T19:54:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-11-08T20:16:13.562+08:00</updated><title type='text'>parang ayoko na..</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Eto na naman ako. Nararamdaman ko na naman to. Parang ayoko ko na. Minsan naiisip ko nga dapat matagal na akong umayaw. Bat ba ang hirap bumitaw? Sa loob ng mga panahon na yun mas lamang yata na hindi ako masaya. Kaso kailangan eh. Dapat kasi eh. Meron namang iba di ba. Oo nga kaso...ah ewan. basta parang ayoko na. Paulit ulit na lang. Ganito na lang lagi. Ganito na lang ba? Hanggang dito na lang ba? Sana hindi. Dapat hindi. Sana bukas pag gising ko di ko na nararamdaman to. Ah mali, mas maganda dapat maramdaman ko lagi to para magising na talaga ako sa katotohanan. Baka nga wala ng patutunguhan. Wala naman talaga ng pupuntahan. Kaya lang sayang naman ang nasimulan, ang samahan, ang mga pinaghirapan. Baka nagkakamali lang ako, masyado lang siguro akong nag-iiisip. O baka nga nahihibang. Malamang sapat na naman ang ganito. Di naman siguro nagkukulang. E kung walang kulang bat di ako ngayon masaya. Bat parang merong mas higit pa. Haaay parang ayoko na talaga. Ano bang mas mahalaga, ang meron ka na, pero di mo maramdaman  o ang hinahanap hanap mo, pero walang kasiguruhan?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&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/2079525537517254078-5491904894026841180?l=mayetha.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mayetha.blogspot.com/feeds/5491904894026841180/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2079525537517254078&amp;postID=5491904894026841180' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2079525537517254078/posts/default/5491904894026841180'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2079525537517254078/posts/default/5491904894026841180'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mayetha.blogspot.com/2007/11/parang-ayoko-na.html' title='parang ayoko na..'/><author><name>mayetha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04411848746903039421</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mFLq83oMhAw/S6li5UdoqCI/AAAAAAAAAfo/L5WkkN6DcFE/S220/uni.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2079525537517254078.post-462250459308912683</id><published>2007-11-04T00:55:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-11-04T01:06:05.672+08:00</updated><title type='text'>yeth's pick</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="300" height="290"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://media.imeem.com/pl/9vYVLVKHaU/autoShuffle=true/"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://media.imeem.com/pl/9vYVLVKHaU/autoShuffle=true/" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="300" height="290" wmode="transparent"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2079525537517254078-462250459308912683?l=mayetha.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mayetha.blogspot.com/feeds/462250459308912683/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2079525537517254078&amp;postID=462250459308912683' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2079525537517254078/posts/default/462250459308912683'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2079525537517254078/posts/default/462250459308912683'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mayetha.blogspot.com/2007/11/yeths-pick.html' title='yeth&apos;s pick'/><author><name>mayetha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04411848746903039421</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mFLq83oMhAw/S6li5UdoqCI/AAAAAAAAAfo/L5WkkN6DcFE/S220/uni.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2079525537517254078.post-3380224149620480837</id><published>2007-11-03T23:40:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-11-04T00:24:14.279+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Our tree is up!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;In my family, it's always been my task to set the house up for Christmas... and I love it! Everything about Christmas brings joy to my thoughts. Para &lt;/span&gt;kasing&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; everything feels good during this sea&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;son. This time &lt;/span&gt;couldnt&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; be merrier without the tree. That's my favorite part, decorating the &lt;/span&gt;Christmas&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; tree. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; My earliest recollection of us having a &lt;/span&gt;Christmas tree was when i was 4, in my lola's&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; house in &lt;/span&gt;bicol&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;. It &lt;/span&gt;wasnt&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; really a tree&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;. It was made&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; up of th&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;reads in&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; whic&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;h an end was pinned at a single point at the wall and t&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;he other end is on the table forming a cone shape that resembles a christmas tree. When we had our own h&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;ouse, my mom had her own version of a tree. She usually asked my father to get a nice sm&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;all tree, dried it up and covered it with cottons, white chris&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;tmas diba? We also had a walis tingting na chrisma&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;s tree.&lt;br /&gt;The very first real chrsitmas &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_mFLq83oMhAw/RyyggZ3PipI/AAAAAAAAAKY/gDcOpGln89Q/s1600-h/christmas.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_mFLq83oMhAw/RyyggZ3PipI/AAAAAAAAAKY/gDcOpGln89Q/s400/christmas.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5128650554227002002" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;tree that my mom bought was about 3ft in height. It was so &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;hard to decorate coz &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;it was so small. Three years ago, just when I was about to undergo a medical procedure, I decided to buy a Christmas tree to cheer me up. I bought my own 6ft tree. It was a sale item in Uniwide. I was so happy but because of my condition then, I wasnt able to decorate it well. There was no motif at all. I just put anything that I bought in the dept store. But last year, I spent so much for it. Actually I've spent so much for last year's chrictmas. My motif was red, gold &amp;amp; green. The true colors of Christmas. I even bought other pieces to go along with the tree. It was really a feel-good mood for the family that it even brought tears to my sisiter's eyes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;This year, I used the same decorations I bought last year. I just replaced the star with a bigger one. I still want to add something on it. I've taken few shots of my tree using my fone, take a look. I wish my life will always be just like my tree. Colorful and bright. Though there's so much hanging on it, still standing and steady.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Merry Christmas everyone!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2079525537517254078-3380224149620480837?l=mayetha.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mayetha.blogspot.com/feeds/3380224149620480837/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2079525537517254078&amp;postID=3380224149620480837' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2079525537517254078/posts/default/3380224149620480837'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2079525537517254078/posts/default/3380224149620480837'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mayetha.blogspot.com/2007/11/our-tree-is-up.html' title='Our tree is up!'/><author><name>mayetha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04411848746903039421</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mFLq83oMhAw/S6li5UdoqCI/AAAAAAAAAfo/L5WkkN6DcFE/S220/uni.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_mFLq83oMhAw/RyyggZ3PipI/AAAAAAAAAKY/gDcOpGln89Q/s72-c/christmas.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2079525537517254078.post-9178474108868522185</id><published>2007-10-31T18:47:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-31T19:06:39.772+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Ady's Ode to Mayeth</title><content type='html'>My friend ady wrote something for me in his blog. Hope you read it... Just click on the link.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://adrianmanay.blogspot.com/2007/10/ode-to-mayeth.html#links"&gt;The Flouted Whimpers of My Derisive Soul: Ode to Mayeth&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dy, maya maya ako reply ha.. Emote muna. I'll just have your blog sink into my brain first.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2079525537517254078-9178474108868522185?l=mayetha.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mayetha.blogspot.com/feeds/9178474108868522185/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2079525537517254078&amp;postID=9178474108868522185' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2079525537517254078/posts/default/9178474108868522185'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2079525537517254078/posts/default/9178474108868522185'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mayetha.blogspot.com/2007/10/flouted-whimpers-of-my-derisive-soul.html' title='Ady&apos;s Ode to Mayeth'/><author><name>mayetha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04411848746903039421</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mFLq83oMhAw/S6li5UdoqCI/AAAAAAAAAfo/L5WkkN6DcFE/S220/uni.bmp'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2079525537517254078.post-3019518110235166815</id><published>2007-10-29T18:12:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-29T18:35:43.053+08:00</updated><title type='text'>dios mio...47.9% na po!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_mFLq83oMhAw/RyW3bZ3PiiI/AAAAAAAAAJM/HaSrp0rd9kI/s1600-h/85.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_mFLq83oMhAw/RyW3bZ3PiiI/AAAAAAAAAJM/HaSrp0rd9kI/s320/85.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5126705432258120226" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt; October 23 (Tuesday) &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Primetime: &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;ol&gt; &lt;li style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Marimar&lt;/em&gt; (GMA-7) - 47.9%&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style="color: rgb(204, 102, 0);"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Zaido&lt;/em&gt; (GMA-7) - 40%&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style="color: rgb(204, 102, 0);"&gt;&lt;em&gt;24 Oras&lt;/em&gt; (GMA-7) - 36.9%&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style="color: rgb(204, 102, 0);"&gt;&lt;em&gt;TV Patrol World&lt;/em&gt; (ABS-CBN) - 27.5%&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style="color: rgb(204, 102, 0);"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Kokey&lt;/em&gt; (ABS-CBN) - 26.6%&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style="color: rgb(204, 102, 0);"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Hwang Jini&lt;/em&gt; (GMA-7) - 24.2%&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style="color: rgb(204, 102, 0);"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Pangarap na Bituin&lt;/em&gt; (ABS-CBN) - 23.1%&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style="color: rgb(204, 102, 0);"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Pinoy Big Brother &lt;/em&gt;Celebrity Edition 2 (ABS-CBN)  - 22.3%&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style="color: rgb(204, 102, 0);"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Lastikman&lt;/em&gt; (ABS-CBN) - 21.6%&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style="color: rgb(204, 102, 0);"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Ysabella&lt;/em&gt; (ABS-CBN) - 20.7%&lt;/li&gt; &lt;/ol&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/2079525537517254078-3019518110235166815?l=mayetha.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mayetha.blogspot.com/feeds/3019518110235166815/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2079525537517254078&amp;postID=3019518110235166815' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2079525537517254078/posts/default/3019518110235166815'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2079525537517254078/posts/default/3019518110235166815'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mayetha.blogspot.com/2007/10/dios-mio479-na-po.html' title='dios mio...47.9% na po!!!'/><author><name>mayetha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04411848746903039421</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mFLq83oMhAw/S6li5UdoqCI/AAAAAAAAAfo/L5WkkN6DcFE/S220/uni.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_mFLq83oMhAw/RyW3bZ3PiiI/AAAAAAAAAJM/HaSrp0rd9kI/s72-c/85.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2079525537517254078.post-7835154906750262713</id><published>2007-10-27T13:53:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-27T14:01:30.251+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Octoberfest wrap-up</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Whew! It's been quite sometime huh. Ive been absent for a couple of days but that doesnt mean Im running out of ideas to write. I was just busy with other stuff thats why. The week that was has been an octoberfest for us in the office. There were three people celebrated their birthdays. Birthdays meant libreng food. Haaayyy as in dami. I guess I'll be cutting out on meat for next month and I think I'll be needing a lot of fiber. hehehe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yun lang... busy ako eh. Maya uli...&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/2079525537517254078-7835154906750262713?l=mayetha.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mayetha.blogspot.com/feeds/7835154906750262713/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2079525537517254078&amp;postID=7835154906750262713' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2079525537517254078/posts/default/7835154906750262713'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2079525537517254078/posts/default/7835154906750262713'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mayetha.blogspot.com/2007/10/octoberfest-wrap-up.html' title='Octoberfest wrap-up'/><author><name>mayetha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04411848746903039421</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mFLq83oMhAw/S6li5UdoqCI/AAAAAAAAAfo/L5WkkN6DcFE/S220/uni.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2079525537517254078.post-5544582705003133633</id><published>2007-10-21T00:03:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-21T18:37:28.635+08:00</updated><title type='text'>weekend rewind...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div  style="text-align: justify; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 102, 0);font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Lo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;ved the weekend! It isnt perfect but it's kinda &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_mFLq83oMhAw/RxosHmCWbCI/AAAAAAAAAH8/Suk95zKP7BQ/s1600-h/Hobby.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_mFLq83oMhAw/RxosHmCWbCI/AAAAAAAAAH8/Suk95zKP7BQ/s200/Hobby.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5123456035068472354" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;fun. Im on my last book for this week. I slept early last night and woke up earlier than my usual saturday waking hours. I cleaned the house but ive got a migraine just after I finished my chores. Haaayyy...di na&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; kasi sanay. Ive had my brunch at 10:30 then Ive snatched a quick nap at 1:30. Just before 4pm I was off to go to my Ate &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Che. I bought her sangkatutak na okoy, while she prepared a yummy spaghetti. Im back to the house just before 8pm. I skipped my&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; dinner coz Ive enough merienda naman. The rest of my saturday evening is spent in front of tv and pc, reading my book while listening to my playlist. How'd I do that? I dont know. Im just not in the mood to sleep yet so Im still here, multi tasking...lolz. Mama tells me to sleep early coz we have to attend mass at 5:15 am later. Yes friends, Ive been doing my simbang gabi all year round. Weird?...nah, it's just that we cant afford to go to church later than 7am. Why? It's a secret.Hehehe.&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/2079525537517254078-5544582705003133633?l=mayetha.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mayetha.blogspot.com/feeds/5544582705003133633/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2079525537517254078&amp;postID=5544582705003133633' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2079525537517254078/posts/default/5544582705003133633'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2079525537517254078/posts/default/5544582705003133633'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mayetha.blogspot.com/2007/10/weekend-rewind.html' title='weekend rewind...'/><author><name>mayetha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04411848746903039421</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mFLq83oMhAw/S6li5UdoqCI/AAAAAAAAAfo/L5WkkN6DcFE/S220/uni.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_mFLq83oMhAw/RxosHmCWbCI/AAAAAAAAAH8/Suk95zKP7BQ/s72-c/Hobby.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2079525537517254078.post-2842806467473383493</id><published>2007-10-20T18:55:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-21T18:34:02.964+08:00</updated><title type='text'>happy anniversary!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 0, 204);font-family:arial;" &gt;Its been exactly a year when I took my first ever trip out of Luzon. It was a well-planned 4-day vacation to Bohol and Cebu with my two bestfriends, Ady &amp;amp; Jean. There were a lot of firsts for me on that trip. It was my first time to board a plane, ride a ferry, first time in a cave, navigate on a long river, first time in a nearly perfect white sand beach with blue-green water. It was our first out-of-town together. It's nice to reminisce. I may not be able to write everything that happened there, i hope these few pictures can tell s&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 0, 204);font-family:arial;" &gt;ome stories. Literally, these are only few shots coz we've got more or less a thousand of them.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_mFLq83oMhAw/RxsrBWCWbKI/AAAAAAAAAI8/6QQavw21sN0/s1600-h/bohol%2B%284%29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_mFLq83oMhAw/RxsrBWCWbKI/AAAAAAAAAI8/6QQavw21sN0/s200/bohol%2B%284%29.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5123736303159372962" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_mFLq83oMhAw/Rxsq6GCWbJI/AAAAAAAAAI0/9-nJeXHt3JI/s1600-h/bohol%2B%283%29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_mFLq83oMhAw/Rxsq6GCWbJI/AAAAAAAAAI0/9-nJeXHt3JI/s200/bohol%2B%283%29.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5123736178605321362" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_mFLq83oMhAw/Rxsp8GCWbGI/AAAAAAAAAIc/Xo_aojyTnRc/s1600-h/bohol%2B%282%29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; 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float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_mFLq83oMhAw/RxnlG2CWaxI/AAAAAAAAAF0/aEJsHiWmRX8/s200/bohol+%285%29.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5123377956857998098" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_mFLq83oMhAw/RxnoCWCWa4I/AAAAAAAAAGs/gbzqLf6Q1OY/s1600-h/bohol+%289%29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_mFLq83oMhAw/RxnoCWCWa4I/AAAAAAAAAGs/gbzqLf6Q1OY/s200/bohol+%289%29.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5123381178083470210" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_mFLq83oMhAw/Rxnmw2CWa2I/AAAAAAAAAGc/Q7PSbmSdBHA/s1600-h/bohol+%288%29.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_mFLq83oMhAw/Rxnmw2CWa2I/AAAAAAAAAGc/Q7PSbmSdBHA/s200/bohol+%288%29.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5123379777924131682" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_mFLq83oMhAw/RxnoqWCWa6I/AAAAAAAAAG8/wcumD_Vk44U/s1600-h/bohol+%2811%29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_mFLq83oMhAw/RxnoqWCWa6I/AAAAAAAAAG8/wcumD_Vk44U/s200/bohol+%2811%29.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5123381865278237602" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_mFLq83oMhAw/RxnpHmCWa8I/AAAAAAAAAHM/T4YRPZ-eeeo/s1600-h/bohol+%2812%29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_mFLq83oMhAw/RxnpHmCWa8I/AAAAAAAAAHM/T4YRPZ-eeeo/s200/bohol+%2812%29.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5123382367789411266" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_mFLq83oMhAw/RxnjD2CWasI/AAAAAAAAAFM/sZCcc5ntGLc/s1600-h/bohol+%281%29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_mFLq83oMhAw/RxnjD2CWasI/AAAAAAAAAFM/sZCcc5ntGLc/s200/bohol+%281%29.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5123375706295134914" border="0" /&gt;&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/2079525537517254078-2842806467473383493?l=mayetha.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mayetha.blogspot.com/feeds/2842806467473383493/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2079525537517254078&amp;postID=2842806467473383493' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2079525537517254078/posts/default/2842806467473383493'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2079525537517254078/posts/default/2842806467473383493'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mayetha.blogspot.com/2007/10/blog-post.html' title='happy anniversary!!!'/><author><name>mayetha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04411848746903039421</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mFLq83oMhAw/S6li5UdoqCI/AAAAAAAAAfo/L5WkkN6DcFE/S220/uni.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_mFLq83oMhAw/RxsrBWCWbKI/AAAAAAAAAI8/6QQavw21sN0/s72-c/bohol%2B%284%29.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2079525537517254078.post-2087656377157108582</id><published>2007-10-20T09:28:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-20T23:44:03.778+08:00</updated><title type='text'>downside..</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;I realize that no matter how good you can get to other people, there's no guarantee that they won't hurt you. Actually sometimes, being too good becomes a hitch. All my life, I've been trying to be careful on what I say &amp;amp; do for I don't want to cause a rift to anyone. For a few times that I've tried speaking my mind, I got into trouble. Maybe because they just could not believe I was capable of doing or saying such things. You know, they've known me to be such an okay girl, meaning laging naka-okay even if it is not. I'm tired. Im fed up of taking care of other people's feelings. I think it's about time to look after what i want, what i feel and what i think. To hell with them all. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&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/2079525537517254078-2087656377157108582?l=mayetha.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mayetha.blogspot.com/feeds/2087656377157108582/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2079525537517254078&amp;postID=2087656377157108582' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2079525537517254078/posts/default/2087656377157108582'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2079525537517254078/posts/default/2087656377157108582'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mayetha.blogspot.com/2007/10/downside.html' title='downside..'/><author><name>mayetha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04411848746903039421</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mFLq83oMhAw/S6li5UdoqCI/AAAAAAAAAfo/L5WkkN6DcFE/S220/uni.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2079525537517254078.post-4974176148389590852</id><published>2007-10-19T19:41:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-19T20:16:22.279+08:00</updated><title type='text'>dios mio...44.6% highest ever?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_mFLq83oMhAw/Rxif8GCWaoI/AAAAAAAAAEs/IEb9sOArGSs/s1600-h/m.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_mFLq83oMhAw/Rxif8GCWaoI/AAAAAAAAAEs/IEb9sOArGSs/s320/m.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5123020430895377026" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204); font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt; October 16 (Tuesday) &lt;/p&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204); font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Primetime:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;   &lt;/div&gt; &lt;ol&gt; &lt;li style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Marimar&lt;/em&gt; (GMA-7) - 44.6%&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style="color: rgb(255, 204, 153);"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Zaido&lt;/em&gt; (GMA-7) - 35.7%&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style="color: rgb(255, 204, 153);"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Hwang&lt;/em&gt; &lt;em&gt;Jini&lt;/em&gt; (GMA-7) - 30.1%&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style="color: rgb(255, 204, 153);"&gt;&lt;em&gt;24&lt;/em&gt; &lt;em&gt;Oras&lt;/em&gt; (GMA-7) - 28.2%&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style="color: rgb(255, 204, 153);"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Kokey&lt;/em&gt; (ABS-CBN) - 25.8%&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style="color: rgb(255, 204, 153);"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Lastikman&lt;/em&gt; (ABS-CBN) - 25.7%&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style="color: rgb(255, 204, 153);"&gt;&lt;em&gt;TV World Patrol&lt;/em&gt; (ABS-CBN) - 23.9%&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style="color: rgb(255, 204, 153);"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Jumong&lt;/em&gt; (GMA-7) - 23.8%&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style="color: rgb(255, 204, 153);"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Ysabella&lt;/em&gt; (ABS-CBN) - 22.1%&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style="color: rgb(255, 204, 153);"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Pangarap na Bituin&lt;/em&gt; (ABS-CBN) -  21.4%&lt;/li&gt; &lt;/ol&gt;  &lt;p style="color: rgb(255, 204, 153);"&gt;   &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2079525537517254078-4974176148389590852?l=mayetha.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mayetha.blogspot.com/feeds/4974176148389590852/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2079525537517254078&amp;postID=4974176148389590852' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2079525537517254078/posts/default/4974176148389590852'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2079525537517254078/posts/default/4974176148389590852'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mayetha.blogspot.com/2007/10/dios-mio446-highest-ever.html' title='dios mio...44.6% highest ever?'/><author><name>mayetha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04411848746903039421</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mFLq83oMhAw/S6li5UdoqCI/AAAAAAAAAfo/L5WkkN6DcFE/S220/uni.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_mFLq83oMhAw/Rxif8GCWaoI/AAAAAAAAAEs/IEb9sOArGSs/s72-c/m.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2079525537517254078.post-7846566752160627567</id><published>2007-10-18T20:52:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-18T21:07:39.533+08:00</updated><title type='text'>picture lang...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_mFLq83oMhAw/RxdY4GCWakI/AAAAAAAAAEM/BAWp8NntkXM/s1600-h/Yeth002.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_mFLq83oMhAw/RxdY4GCWakI/AAAAAAAAAEM/BAWp8NntkXM/s200/Yeth002.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5122660821873617474" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;walang maisulat...picture ko na lang&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 204, 255);" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_mFLq83oMhAw/RxdZ5WCWamI/AAAAAAAAAEc/O_zY7IMJtmo/s1600-h/Ang+work+area+q.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_mFLq83oMhAw/RxdZ5WCWamI/AAAAAAAAAEc/O_zY7IMJtmo/s200/Ang+work+area+q.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5122661942860081762" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt; sa ofis.hehehe&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_mFLq83oMhAw/RxdYcGCWaiI/AAAAAAAAAD8/g37MXGTgLSo/s1600-h/Yeth000.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_mFLq83oMhAw/RxdYcGCWaiI/AAAAAAAAAD8/g37MXGTgLSo/s200/Yeth000.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5122660340837280290" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2079525537517254078-7846566752160627567?l=mayetha.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mayetha.blogspot.com/feeds/7846566752160627567/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2079525537517254078&amp;postID=7846566752160627567' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2079525537517254078/posts/default/7846566752160627567'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2079525537517254078/posts/default/7846566752160627567'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mayetha.blogspot.com/2007/10/picture-lang.html' title='picture lang...'/><author><name>mayetha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04411848746903039421</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mFLq83oMhAw/S6li5UdoqCI/AAAAAAAAAfo/L5WkkN6DcFE/S220/uni.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_mFLq83oMhAw/RxdY4GCWakI/AAAAAAAAAEM/BAWp8NntkXM/s72-c/Yeth002.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2079525537517254078.post-944101648091044175</id><published>2007-10-18T13:56:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-18T14:06:55.898+08:00</updated><title type='text'>detailed...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande; color: rgb(102, 102, 102);font-size:100%;" &gt;T&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;hursday. 1:59 pm. ACIP. Finance. 2nd table from the door. Schedule of Expenses. Finance Overheads. Accounts Payable Vouchers. Journal Vouchers. Various Receipts. 2 big folders. Trial Balance. PC. Excel Worksheet. 2 phones. Celfone. Headset. Starbucks mug w/ half full h20. Pocketbook. Handkerchief. Sleepy. Lazy. Picture me? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2079525537517254078-944101648091044175?l=mayetha.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mayetha.blogspot.com/feeds/944101648091044175/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2079525537517254078&amp;postID=944101648091044175' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2079525537517254078/posts/default/944101648091044175'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2079525537517254078/posts/default/944101648091044175'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mayetha.blogspot.com/2007/10/detailed.html' title='detailed...'/><author><name>mayetha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04411848746903039421</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mFLq83oMhAw/S6li5UdoqCI/AAAAAAAAAfo/L5WkkN6DcFE/S220/uni.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2079525537517254078.post-5726299048197280355</id><published>2007-10-16T19:39:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-16T20:05:48.484+08:00</updated><title type='text'>hwwwwhaaatt?! 41.9% na...dios mio</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_mFLq83oMhAw/RxSpBWCWahI/AAAAAAAAAD0/Egl8fn4XyiE/s1600-h/pulgoso.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_mFLq83oMhAw/RxSpBWCWahI/AAAAAAAAAD0/Egl8fn4XyiE/s320/pulgoso.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5121904516787497490" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt; October 15 (Monday) &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Primetime: &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;ol&gt; &lt;li style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Marimar&lt;/em&gt; (GMA-7) - 41.9%&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Zaido &lt;/em&gt;(GMA-7) - 33.6%&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;&lt;em&gt;24 Oras&lt;/em&gt; (GMA-7) - 31%&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Hwang Jini&lt;/em&gt; (GMA-7) - 28.7%&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Jumong&lt;/em&gt; (GMA-7) - 26.7%&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Lastikman&lt;/em&gt; (ABS-CBN) - 24.6%&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Kokey &lt;/em&gt;(ABS-CBN) - 23.1%&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;&lt;em&gt;TV Patrol World&lt;/em&gt; (ABS-CBN) - 23%&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Ysabella&lt;/em&gt; (ABS-CBN) - 21.2%&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Pangarap Na Bituin&lt;/em&gt; (ABS-CBN) - 20.7%&lt;/li&gt; &lt;/ol&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&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/2079525537517254078-5726299048197280355?l=mayetha.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mayetha.blogspot.com/feeds/5726299048197280355/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2079525537517254078&amp;postID=5726299048197280355' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2079525537517254078/posts/default/5726299048197280355'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2079525537517254078/posts/default/5726299048197280355'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mayetha.blogspot.com/2007/10/hwwwwhaaatt-419-nadios-mio.html' title='hwwwwhaaatt?! 41.9% na...dios mio'/><author><name>mayetha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04411848746903039421</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mFLq83oMhAw/S6li5UdoqCI/AAAAAAAAAfo/L5WkkN6DcFE/S220/uni.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_mFLq83oMhAw/RxSpBWCWahI/AAAAAAAAAD0/Egl8fn4XyiE/s72-c/pulgoso.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2079525537517254078.post-240060502625445311</id><published>2007-10-16T19:04:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-16T19:30:17.544+08:00</updated><title type='text'>untitled...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_mFLq83oMhAw/RxSfumCWagI/AAAAAAAAADs/AzR2wKu44J0/s1600-h/a.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_mFLq83oMhAw/RxSfumCWagI/AAAAAAAAADs/AzR2wKu44J0/s200/a.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5121894299060300290" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;font-family:courier new;" &gt;It's been quite a while since I last held these keys for creative writing. I guess, it has been years already. For one thing, i wasnt really a writer and another, I cant find the sense of need to write creatively. I believe someone can be a really good writer if he's/she's hurt. Pain is a really good motivating factor. Actually this even applies to songs. Some of the most beautiful songs that i know are break up songs like Separate Lives, I love you goodbye to name a few. What is it about pain that can stimulate the artistic side of any individual? I dont really know. What i know is that when you're hurt, that is when you stop, think and scrutinize what's inside your heart.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;    &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;font-family:courier new;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can this mean Pain is art? Maybe. Ironic but true.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2079525537517254078-240060502625445311?l=mayetha.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mayetha.blogspot.com/feeds/240060502625445311/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2079525537517254078&amp;postID=240060502625445311' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2079525537517254078/posts/default/240060502625445311'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2079525537517254078/posts/default/240060502625445311'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mayetha.blogspot.com/2007/10/end-of-line.html' title='untitled...'/><author><name>mayetha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04411848746903039421</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mFLq83oMhAw/S6li5UdoqCI/AAAAAAAAAfo/L5WkkN6DcFE/S220/uni.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_mFLq83oMhAw/RxSfumCWagI/AAAAAAAAADs/AzR2wKu44J0/s72-c/a.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2079525537517254078.post-5327077303489134332</id><published>2007-10-14T00:30:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-14T01:09:52.381+08:00</updated><title type='text'>sassy saturday</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_mFLq83oMhAw/RxD5KWCWaeI/AAAAAAAAADc/o2FoBfGxjPQ/s1600-h/Image001.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_mFLq83oMhAw/RxD5KWCWaeI/AAAAAAAAADc/o2FoBfGxjPQ/s200/Image001.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5120866732429699554" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;yipee! It's b&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;een a happy saturday. I finally got my new fone. I love it. It has everything i ever wanted. Most especially it&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; is very affordable. Ive given up on the dream of having a really nice and expensive fone. What i have now is just perfect,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; atleast perfect&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; for&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; my&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; needs.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Well, Jing&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;le my bestfriend helped me finding my fone. After we go&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;t this, we met Ady,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; another &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 0, 204);font-size:130%;" &gt;bitch&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; este bestfriend of&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; ours. We&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; accompanied him in buying&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; his&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; new leather shoes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; Mayaman kaya bili&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;a style="font-weight: bold;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_mFLq83oMhAw/RxD4umCWacI/AAAAAAAAADM/oNcN5ShCezo/s1600-h/nokia-6300-00.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_mFLq83oMhAw/RxD4umCWacI/AAAAAAAAADM/oNcN5ShCezo/s200/nokia-6300-00.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5120866255688329666" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; ng&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;a style="font-weight: bold;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_mFLq83oMhAw/RxD4X2CWaaI/AAAAAAAAAC8/Y5kpzk8nwmE/s1600-h/Image002.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_mFLq83oMhAw/RxD4X2CWaaI/AAAAAAAAAC8/Y5kpzk8nwmE/s200/Image002.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5120865864846305698" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; bili&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;a style="font-weight: bold;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_mFLq83oMhAw/RxD4P2CWaZI/AAAAAAAAAC0/SI1eOUa8DZc/s1600-h/Image006.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_mFLq83oMhAw/RxD4P2CWaZI/AAAAAAAAAC0/SI1eOUa8DZc/s200/Image006.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5120865727407352210" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;a style="font-weight: bold;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_mFLq83oMhAw/RxD372CWaXI/AAAAAAAAACk/9wesuXaHAVA/s1600-h/Image005.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_mFLq83oMhAw/RxD372CWaXI/AAAAAAAAACk/9wesuXaHAVA/s200/Image005.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5120865383809968498" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; hehehe.Then Ady, treat us for the nth time for dinner @ Pizza Company. Jing and I had a mexican salad, a pizza and mocha frappe. Ady got solely for himself a meatball spaghetti and a bottomless lemonade. And finally we got our pasalubong from boracay courtesy of ady.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's been an enjoyable saturday, especially because Ive spent it with these two bitches...hehehe. Im looking forward for more saturdays like this one.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2079525537517254078-5327077303489134332?l=mayetha.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mayetha.blogspot.com/feeds/5327077303489134332/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2079525537517254078&amp;postID=5327077303489134332' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2079525537517254078/posts/default/5327077303489134332'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2079525537517254078/posts/default/5327077303489134332'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mayetha.blogspot.com/2007/10/sassy-saturday.html' title='sassy saturday'/><author><name>mayetha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04411848746903039421</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mFLq83oMhAw/S6li5UdoqCI/AAAAAAAAAfo/L5WkkN6DcFE/S220/uni.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_mFLq83oMhAw/RxD5KWCWaeI/AAAAAAAAADc/o2FoBfGxjPQ/s72-c/Image001.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2079525537517254078.post-3858254908361666555</id><published>2007-10-12T15:21:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-12T16:09:18.092+08:00</updated><title type='text'>kisaeng</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_mFLq83oMhAw/Rw8rhmCWaQI/AAAAAAAAABs/ZT5G9HFeijo/s1600-h/hwang+jini.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_mFLq83oMhAw/Rw8rhmCWaQI/AAAAAAAAABs/ZT5G9HFeijo/s320/hwang+jini.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5120359157489625346" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_mFLq83oMhAw/Rw8rXmCWaPI/AAAAAAAAABk/GNuU4U1ckUg/s1600-h/songhye.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_mFLq83oMhAw/Rw8rXmCWaPI/AAAAAAAAABk/GNuU4U1ckUg/s320/songhye.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5120358985690933490" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Since today is a holiday, i indulge myself watching videos in youtube. And since another series has started in Kapuso primetime,Hwang Jini, which Im beginning to love watching, I watched some episodes in youtube. I love it though i dont understand any single korean word. It reminds me of Jang-Geum, my favorite Korean drama of all time. Actually based on my research, Hwang Jini was born during Jang Geum's time around early 16th century, during Joseon Dynasty when King Jungjong (remember him?) reigned. Their stories were basically the same. They were trained to be the best and preventing from falling in love and having a family. Kisaengs are like Japanese geishas, they are women who trained so much about art of singing, dancing and playing musical instruments to be entertainers. Actually, i never know of kisaeng until this series. The lead role is played by the girl in memories in Bali. Actually, there's a movie shown in Korea last May of same title which featured Song Hye Kyo (Jenny of endless love at yung girl sa full house). But according to some forum, the tv series was better than the movie. Whatever, I would like to see both.&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/2079525537517254078-3858254908361666555?l=mayetha.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mayetha.blogspot.com/feeds/3858254908361666555/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2079525537517254078&amp;postID=3858254908361666555' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2079525537517254078/posts/default/3858254908361666555'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2079525537517254078/posts/default/3858254908361666555'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mayetha.blogspot.com/2007/10/kisaeng.html' title='kisaeng'/><author><name>mayetha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04411848746903039421</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mFLq83oMhAw/S6li5UdoqCI/AAAAAAAAAfo/L5WkkN6DcFE/S220/uni.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_mFLq83oMhAw/Rw8rhmCWaQI/AAAAAAAAABs/ZT5G9HFeijo/s72-c/hwang+jini.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2079525537517254078.post-2078004052635293153</id><published>2007-10-12T08:14:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-12T08:49:49.086+08:00</updated><title type='text'>eidl fitr</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify; font-family: courier new; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 102, 204);"&gt;End of Ramadan. I may not fully understand what this holiday meant to us Christians, i am happy that this day is a no work holiday even for non Muslim people. Last year, my family was able to experience eidl fitr because our closest neighbors then, were Muslims. They were Ate Lyn and Kuya Pay, they have 4 kids, Asnor, Norwe (im not sure, sounds like),Ryan &amp;amp; Lady (ages 1-7). They were really good neighbors. The parents worked as vendors in Crossing Terminal. As far as I could remember, the family was well off because they have a nanny for the kids and  Asnor went to a good school. Ate Lyn, while on work usually checks on the kids thru Mama. They became good friends. The kids were adorable, really goodlooking like their parents. I remember Ate Lyn told mama that Kuya Pay and her marriage was arranged &amp;amp; fixed but that does not hinders them in working out a good &amp;amp; stable family. I believed they were a happy family. During New Year's eve, the older kids, Asnor and Norwe were given firecrackers of their own. The father let the kids play outside. I was more afraid than the kids. They couldn't careless about the firecrackers. Maybe because they were used to hear bomb &amp;amp; gunshots when they were still in Mindanao. During last year's Ramadan, the family went on constant praying and abstinence. At the end of it, eidl fitr,they prepared sumptuous meal. They even shared them with us. For the first time, I tasted a Muslim food and it was good. Just as how imagined them to be.&lt;br /&gt;Early this year, the family moved to a new apartment near Asnor's school. Once i a while the couple drops by our gate to say some hellos.&lt;br /&gt;When I was a bit younger, I fear of Muslims but when we have this family close to our house, they changed my outlook towards them. We are just the same. Sometimes they are more opinionated and well disciplined. They are thoughtful. They are kind.&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/2079525537517254078-2078004052635293153?l=mayetha.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mayetha.blogspot.com/feeds/2078004052635293153/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2079525537517254078&amp;postID=2078004052635293153' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2079525537517254078/posts/default/2078004052635293153'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2079525537517254078/posts/default/2078004052635293153'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mayetha.blogspot.com/2007/10/eidl-fitr.html' title='eidl fitr'/><author><name>mayetha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04411848746903039421</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mFLq83oMhAw/S6li5UdoqCI/AAAAAAAAAfo/L5WkkN6DcFE/S220/uni.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2079525537517254078.post-8312601187993198907</id><published>2007-10-11T19:10:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-11T19:34:18.665+08:00</updated><title type='text'>penniless weekend</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: courier new; color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;How can you get through a long weekend with only P200 in your wallet?  It'll be so hard. Unfortunately, our payroll was not released today. I must not complain. Our payroll is on the 15th and although 12th is a holiday and 13th &amp;amp; 14th fall on a weekend, it's  not a good a reason to release the payroll much earlier than the schedule just because the employees, (including myself) want to enjoy a long weekend splurging in the mall. We can only wish that the bosses pity us and realize that we need money to enjoy the 3-day break. I'll be meeting my two bestfriends on saturday and i just hope I can survive that day with only few bucks. Anyways, in situation like this, my credit card can save me. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2079525537517254078-8312601187993198907?l=mayetha.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mayetha.blogspot.com/feeds/8312601187993198907/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2079525537517254078&amp;postID=8312601187993198907' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2079525537517254078/posts/default/8312601187993198907'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2079525537517254078/posts/default/8312601187993198907'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mayetha.blogspot.com/2007/10/penniless-weekend.html' title='penniless weekend'/><author><name>mayetha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04411848746903039421</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mFLq83oMhAw/S6li5UdoqCI/AAAAAAAAAfo/L5WkkN6DcFE/S220/uni.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2079525537517254078.post-8060333234182887453</id><published>2007-10-09T20:11:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-09T20:36:51.395+08:00</updated><title type='text'>unfinished..</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;Everything about me today was scrappy. Still, we weren't able to finalize the FS. I wasnt even half way of my Harlequin novel which I started reading last night.  I forgot to call the ticketnet for the reservations that we have to make for Regine's concert at Aliw. I am still not decided whether to buy a new phone or not and what will I buy just in case. I planned to go to the grocery to buy my personal stuff but i was just so languid to do it.  Even this blog is incomplete coz i already ran out of things to write for today, just for today lang ha. My brain was drained at work kasi eh. But ill be back tomorrow for more.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;What I learned today: Nothing... im just too tired to think...lol&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2079525537517254078-8060333234182887453?l=mayetha.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mayetha.blogspot.com/feeds/8060333234182887453/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2079525537517254078&amp;postID=8060333234182887453' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2079525537517254078/posts/default/8060333234182887453'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2079525537517254078/posts/default/8060333234182887453'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mayetha.blogspot.com/2007/10/unfinished.html' title='unfinished..'/><author><name>mayetha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04411848746903039421</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mFLq83oMhAw/S6li5UdoqCI/AAAAAAAAAfo/L5WkkN6DcFE/S220/uni.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2079525537517254078.post-299120976098392367</id><published>2007-10-08T20:22:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-08T20:34:39.022+08:00</updated><title type='text'>dios mio 40% na...aww!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_mFLq83oMhAw/RwojdWCWaFI/AAAAAAAAAAU/q1ETvpup1HA/s1600-h/marimar1056pm6.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_mFLq83oMhAw/RwojdWCWaFI/AAAAAAAAAAU/q1ETvpup1HA/s200/marimar1056pm6.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5118942913498605650" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;October 5 (Friday) Primetime:&lt;br /&gt;    &lt;ol&gt; &lt;li style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 0, 153);"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Marimar &lt;/em&gt;(GMA-7) - 40%&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;em&gt;Mga Mata ni Anghelita&lt;/em&gt; (GMA-7) - 36.4%&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;em&gt;Zaido &lt;/em&gt;(GMA-7) - 33.1%&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;em&gt;24 Oras&lt;/em&gt; (GMA-7) - 29.8%&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;em&gt;Jumong &lt;/em&gt;(GMA-7) - 29.2%&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;em&gt;Lastikman &lt;/em&gt;(ABS-CBN) - 27.9%&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;em&gt;Kokey &lt;/em&gt;(ABS-CBN) - 27%&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;em&gt;Pangarap na Bituin&lt;/em&gt; (ABS-CBN) - 24.5%&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;em&gt;TV Patrol World&lt;/em&gt; (ABS-CBN) - 24.1%&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;em&gt;Ysabella &lt;/em&gt;(ABS-CBN) - 22.3%&lt;/li&gt; &lt;/ol&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2079525537517254078-299120976098392367?l=mayetha.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mayetha.blogspot.com/feeds/299120976098392367/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2079525537517254078&amp;postID=299120976098392367' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2079525537517254078/posts/default/299120976098392367'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2079525537517254078/posts/default/299120976098392367'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mayetha.blogspot.com/2007/10/dios-mio-40-naaww.html' title='dios mio 40% na...aww!!'/><author><name>mayetha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04411848746903039421</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mFLq83oMhAw/S6li5UdoqCI/AAAAAAAAAfo/L5WkkN6DcFE/S220/uni.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_mFLq83oMhAw/RwojdWCWaFI/AAAAAAAAAAU/q1ETvpup1HA/s72-c/marimar1056pm6.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2079525537517254078.post-5953754387886010806</id><published>2007-10-08T20:03:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-08T20:21:07.895+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Manic Monday!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 0);font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"  &gt;This has been a pretty tiring day. Had to be in the office first thing in the morning to follow up &amp;amp; coordinate collection. Fortunately, all our prayers had materialize, we collected enough to survive the PDCs and the payroll this week. With regards to our FS, i guess we're behind the deadline. The bosses were asking for the report already. What can we do, there's still so much to reconcile. I hope I can close the TB tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What I love today is Sir Freddie's bday treat... his wife's home made baked macaroni, maki rolls and maja blanca. Yummy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lesson learned for today: "at the end of every exhausting day...there's a delicious home cooked meal..."hehehe...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2079525537517254078-5953754387886010806?l=mayetha.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mayetha.blogspot.com/feeds/5953754387886010806/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2079525537517254078&amp;postID=5953754387886010806' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2079525537517254078/posts/default/5953754387886010806'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2079525537517254078/posts/default/5953754387886010806'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mayetha.blogspot.com/2007/10/manic-monday.html' title='Manic Monday!'/><author><name>mayetha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04411848746903039421</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mFLq83oMhAw/S6li5UdoqCI/AAAAAAAAAfo/L5WkkN6DcFE/S220/uni.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2079525537517254078.post-5958576321674839674</id><published>2007-10-07T20:25:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-07T20:52:39.576+08:00</updated><title type='text'>wagi!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_mFLq83oMhAw/RwjWT2CWaEI/AAAAAAAAAAM/-GMyWpLYG1A/s1600-h/home_main.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_mFLq83oMhAw/RwjWT2CWaEI/AAAAAAAAAAM/-GMyWpLYG1A/s320/home_main.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5118576612917798978" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;We won! The fight was great and so were the boxers. Congrats &lt;/span&gt;sa&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;mga&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;kapuso&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; at &lt;/span&gt;sa&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;lahat&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;ng&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Pinoy&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;. &lt;/span&gt;Ang&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;galeng&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;ni&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; Manny!! Kyla was plain &amp;amp; safe with the National Anthem, &lt;/span&gt;atleast&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;di&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;nya ginawang diva moment. Ang&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;daming&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; showbiz &amp;amp; political people dun &lt;/span&gt;sa&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;mandalay&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; ah. Halos &lt;/span&gt;mga&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;kapuso&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;ang mga&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;nandun&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;, &lt;/span&gt;ive&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; seen &lt;/span&gt;richard&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;gutierrez&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; and his brothers, &lt;/span&gt;sikat&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;diba&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;, &lt;/span&gt;nakita&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; din &lt;/span&gt;sila&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; all over the world. &lt;/span&gt;Ang&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; admin &amp;amp; opposition parang nagakaisa kahit papano. Lahat nagkaisa, even mga jeepney at tricycle drivers nagkaisang wag pumasada hehe. &lt;/span&gt;    &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Atleast for once, filipinos agreed &amp;amp; unite for one thing and that is, Manny is one of the greatest Filipino Boxers, if not the greatest, of this ti&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;me.&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/2079525537517254078-5958576321674839674?l=mayetha.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mayetha.blogspot.com/feeds/5958576321674839674/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2079525537517254078&amp;postID=5958576321674839674' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2079525537517254078/posts/default/5958576321674839674'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2079525537517254078/posts/default/5958576321674839674'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mayetha.blogspot.com/2007/10/wagi.html' title='wagi!!'/><author><name>mayetha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04411848746903039421</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mFLq83oMhAw/S6li5UdoqCI/AAAAAAAAAfo/L5WkkN6DcFE/S220/uni.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_mFLq83oMhAw/RwjWT2CWaEI/AAAAAAAAAAM/-GMyWpLYG1A/s72-c/home_main.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2079525537517254078.post-5633384717823816091</id><published>2007-10-07T10:46:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-07T10:52:19.248+08:00</updated><title type='text'>will to win</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt; &lt;ul&gt;   &lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: webdings;font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;sunday..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;   &lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: webdings;font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;let's get ready to rumble!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;   &lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: webdings;font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Start na ang telecast sa Solar Sports.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;   &lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: webdings;font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Late ang GMA by 30 minutes or so&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;   &lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: webdings;font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Baba ratings ng kabila for sure.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;   &lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: webdings;font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Sana wag magkamali si Kyla..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;   &lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: webdings;font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Manny has the will.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;   &lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: webdings;font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I hope he wins.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;   &lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: webdings;font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Yun lang&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;   &lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: webdings;font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Mamaya na uli...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt; &lt;/ul&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2079525537517254078-5633384717823816091?l=mayetha.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mayetha.blogspot.com/feeds/5633384717823816091/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2079525537517254078&amp;postID=5633384717823816091' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2079525537517254078/posts/default/5633384717823816091'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2079525537517254078/posts/default/5633384717823816091'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mayetha.blogspot.com/2007/10/will-to-win.html' title='will to win'/><author><name>mayetha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04411848746903039421</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mFLq83oMhAw/S6li5UdoqCI/AAAAAAAAAfo/L5WkkN6DcFE/S220/uni.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2079525537517254078.post-2197817152021942980</id><published>2007-10-06T09:52:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-06T10:15:39.721+08:00</updated><title type='text'>puyat...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0); font-weight: bold; font-family: courier new;"&gt;Saturday. No work. I barely slept. But it's still a good morning for me. I was still up at 2:30am, i tried to catch some sleep in our sala but my mom's alarm rang at 3:30am for my sister, BE, will have to be in her shuttle before 5am. So i was awakened again because BE was storytelling hehehe. She was talking to mama coz she suspects that I stayed so late in front of the computer. Another thing, her phone was in loud speaker mode when she's playing her mp3. When she left for work, i thought, i'll have the rest of the morning in peace. I was all wrong, because just 30 minutes after BE left, here came my brother, BORN, down the stairs. He'll have a work orientation at 8am. So, again, my sleep was interrupted. When he was off by 7am, i couldnt sleep anymore. Mama has a service so i was left all alone in the house. So I decided to  get my day started, clean the house a bit, wash the dishes and take a quick bath.  Just when Im about to fall asleep again around 9am, my phone beeps, it's my cousin, VIN, a freshman in PUP, kuya, as i call him, asks me to do a research about  airport operational activities. So here I am again, after a barely 3-hour sleep, im back in front of this pc with my breakfast,coffee, sotanghon guisado and monay bae. Puyat but still with so much energy. Have a happy saturday. Catch you later.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2079525537517254078-2197817152021942980?l=mayetha.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mayetha.blogspot.com/feeds/2197817152021942980/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2079525537517254078&amp;postID=2197817152021942980' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2079525537517254078/posts/default/2197817152021942980'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2079525537517254078/posts/default/2197817152021942980'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mayetha.blogspot.com/2007/10/puyat.html' title='puyat...'/><author><name>mayetha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04411848746903039421</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mFLq83oMhAw/S6li5UdoqCI/AAAAAAAAAfo/L5WkkN6DcFE/S220/uni.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2079525537517254078.post-4605173827982819712</id><published>2007-10-06T01:27:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-06T09:51:43.359+08:00</updated><title type='text'>senti... okay?!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;font-family:lucida grande;" &gt;time check... 2am na. Cant sleep. Im just wondering if the people i think of, think of me too. Especially those people who became part of my life. It's not that they're always in my mind, it's just that sometimes i get so curious that i checked their profiles to know whats goin on with them. It feels good to know that they are okay. But sometimes i feel a bit sad knowing that they are okay without me in their lives. I am not saying that i am not okay because they are not in my life anymore, it's not that. I believe that all of us are okay in our own separate lives (song ba ito?!) but i just cant help myself wondering what if we just stayed how we were before. I have my own life. They have theirs. And yet, we still have ours. Isnt that possible? It's okay, right? Okay...lol.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2079525537517254078-4605173827982819712?l=mayetha.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mayetha.blogspot.com/feeds/4605173827982819712/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2079525537517254078&amp;postID=4605173827982819712' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2079525537517254078/posts/default/4605173827982819712'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2079525537517254078/posts/default/4605173827982819712'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mayetha.blogspot.com/2007/10/senti.html' title='senti... okay?!'/><author><name>mayetha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04411848746903039421</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mFLq83oMhAw/S6li5UdoqCI/AAAAAAAAAfo/L5WkkN6DcFE/S220/uni.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2079525537517254078.post-8828015971265584127</id><published>2007-10-05T22:54:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-19T22:32:33.766+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='my thoughts'/><title type='text'>heto na...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);" class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Yehey&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;! You should welcome me, this is my first blog here. Almost everyone posts a blog, so i guess it's high time for me to do the same. Actually, i have &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);" class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;naman&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt; in my &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);" class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;friendster&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt; account, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);" class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;kaso&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);" class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;lang&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt; sometimes &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);" class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;parang&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt; you just &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);" class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;dont&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt; want to share everything about yourself there. Especially when you have friends &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);" class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;na&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);" class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;nakaabang&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);" class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;na&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);" class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;sa&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);" class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;mga&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);" class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;sasabihin&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt; mo &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);" class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;di&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);" class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14"&gt;ba&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;? I want to have a blog not to promote my writing skills, because &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);" class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_15"&gt;Im&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt; not a writer. Nor I want my friends to be updated to my whereabouts. I just want to post a blog. Period. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt; When I was a kid, Ive always wanted to have a diary. But when I realize that my mom would find and read it, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;I've&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt; always disregarded the idea of keeping one. How could I have a diary when I &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;couldn't&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt; even write my secrets there. So over the years, I just tried to remember all the significant events in my life. Thank God for my sharp memory, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_16"&gt;i've&lt;/span&gt; mastered the art of remembering. But when I look back, I wish that I was able to write all those memories instead of just keeping them in my mind. Sometimes its good to have something tangible or proof of what you've had. Something that would remind you of your past. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;Now that &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_17"&gt;Im&lt;/span&gt; all grown up.... Well this time would be different. There's a blog. I can write whatever I want. My mom will not be able to read this &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_18"&gt;coz&lt;/span&gt; she &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_19"&gt;doesnt&lt;/span&gt; know how to use the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_20"&gt;internet&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_21"&gt;hehehe&lt;/span&gt;.  I guess, it's not too late to have a diary. After all, good memories do not stop  from  &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_22"&gt;happening&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_23"&gt;naman&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_24"&gt;diba&lt;/span&gt;? You make it. Yes, I will make good memories and I will write about them!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;   &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2079525537517254078-8828015971265584127?l=mayetha.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mayetha.blogspot.com/feeds/8828015971265584127/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2079525537517254078&amp;postID=8828015971265584127' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2079525537517254078/posts/default/8828015971265584127'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2079525537517254078/posts/default/8828015971265584127'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mayetha.blogspot.com/2007/10/heto-na.html' title='heto na...'/><author><name>mayetha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04411848746903039421</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mFLq83oMhAw/S6li5UdoqCI/AAAAAAAAAfo/L5WkkN6DcFE/S220/uni.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
