<?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-13446525</id><updated>2011-04-21T18:03:08.700-07:00</updated><title type='text'>personally meeh</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bbed.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13446525/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bbed.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Sachi</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>6</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13446525.post-111889135393992536</id><published>2005-06-15T19:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-06-15T20:12:11.380-07:00</updated><title type='text'>getting too old?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#663366;"&gt;been out for a week, so got a lot of mails to catch up with.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;then i came across with one of our e-group emails.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;..... update from anavy: she's got therese anne &amp;amp; is happily married.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;..... news from donna: she's marrying next year.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;..... berna (quoted): "mga tiguls na ta..." ("we're oldies already...")&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;hmmm... does this bother me?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;of course i love kids and dream to have my own.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;but it doesn't make me "rush with the flow."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;people get pressured with peers when being asked, "how old are you?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;and "what? no boyfriend? still single??"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;i got inspired with aunt tessie. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;i believe she married at the old age (50?).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;i think that's quite cute -- married for love and companionship.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;not to be mistaken for lust.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;sometimes, people tend to marry becoz they get pregnant out of wedlock.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;sometimes, that won't be a wise decision.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;especially if you think that's a mistake, why go for another mistake?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;i know a friend who got into a relationship&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;just becoz she's heartbroken from a previous one.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;and she admitted to me that she's made a wrong move.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;peer-pressures...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;society's norms...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;you don't have to please everybody coz it's never possible.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;you can only please yourself and be happy with the choices you make in your life...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;i learned that from that "freshman's experience" (which i am still trying to get out of...).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;happiness blooms from within. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;never get it from other persons or things coz that would be temporary.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;being single is a choice.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;it's not a dilemma.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;age doesn't matter - in every aspect of life, i should say.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;(not only for love, but also for education and experience.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;if you got a special someone in your life, be thankful.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;if you got a special friend in your life, be thankful.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;if you're single and happy about it, be thankful.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;always count your blessings, not your shortcomings.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;never compare.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;otherwise, you'd either despair or boast.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;and the best thing is,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;have Christ as center of your heart and everything gets well,,,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;be happy!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;mwah!!!&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/13446525-111889135393992536?l=bbed.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13446525.post-111888902062054415</id><published>2005-06-15T19:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-06-15T19:30:20.680-07:00</updated><title type='text'>cross the memory lane...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;color:#003300;"&gt;"Special Memory" - Lea Salonga&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;color:#663366;"&gt; - this song's for the person(s) who has come to my life and left a soft spot in my heart...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#003300;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#003300;"&gt;You will always be a special part of me&lt;br /&gt;You will always be a special memory&lt;br /&gt;I`ll always cherish wonderful moments&lt;br /&gt;You have given me&lt;br /&gt;You are in my heart wherever I may be&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#003300;"&gt;All the times we shared will always be to me&lt;br /&gt;Songs my heart will sing refreshing melodies&lt;br /&gt;I`ll put together all of your laughter&lt;br /&gt;Like a symphony&lt;br /&gt;I`ll remember you wherever I may be&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#003300;"&gt;I`ll put together all of your laughter&lt;br /&gt;Like a symphony&lt;br /&gt;I`ll remember you wherever I may be&lt;br /&gt;I`ll remember you wherever I may be&lt;br /&gt;I`ll remember you wherever I may be&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#003300;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#003300;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#003300;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#003300;"&gt;"I'll Always Love You" - Michael Johnson&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#663366;"&gt; - this song is so memorable for me.  i hope for him, too. ;p&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#663366;"&gt;    i keep on wishing this would be his song for me. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#663366;"&gt;    but i know, this will remain to be a wishful thinking...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#003300;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#003300;"&gt;Standing by my window, listening for your call&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#003300;"&gt;Seems I really miss you after all&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#003300;"&gt;Time won't let me keep these sad thoughts to myself&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#003300;"&gt;I'd just like to let you know, I wish I'd never let you go&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#003300;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#003300;"&gt;And I'll always love you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#003300;"&gt;Deep inside this heart of mine&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#003300;"&gt;I do love you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#003300;"&gt;And I'll always need you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#003300;"&gt;And if you ever change your mind&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#003300;"&gt;I'll still, I will love you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#003300;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#003300;"&gt;I wish you'd never left me but love's a mystery&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#003300;"&gt;You can break a heart so easily&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#003300;"&gt;Oh the days and nights reveal how much I feel for you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#003300;"&gt;Time has come for me to see how much your love has meant to me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#003300;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#003300;"&gt;And I'll always love you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#003300;"&gt;And if you ever change your mind&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#003300;"&gt;I'll still, I will love you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#003300;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#003300;"&gt;Time like a river keeps on rolling right on by&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#003300;"&gt;Nothing left for me to do&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#003300;"&gt;So I watch the river rise&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#003300;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#003300;"&gt;And I'll always love you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#003300;"&gt;Deep inside this heart of mine&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#003300;"&gt;I do love you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#003300;"&gt;And I'll always need you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#003300;"&gt;And if you ever change your mind&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#003300;"&gt;I'll still, I will&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#003300;"&gt;And I'll still, I will love you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13446525-111888902062054415?l=bbed.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bbed.blogspot.com/feeds/111888902062054415/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13446525&amp;postID=111888902062054415' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13446525/posts/default/111888902062054415'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13446525/posts/default/111888902062054415'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bbed.blogspot.com/2005/06/cross-memory-lane.html' title='cross the memory lane...'/><author><name>Sachi</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13446525.post-111822554816285837</id><published>2005-06-08T03:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-06-08T03:15:27.850-07:00</updated><title type='text'>happy birthday and goodbye?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;hi!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;hope this time i got it right - happy birthday!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;m also taking this opportunity to apologize if you felt &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;i had been pestering you all those years.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;sorry but couldn't help being true to myself. ;p&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;nwe, as a gift on this special day of yours, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;this will &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;be the last time m gonna bother you &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;as you may wish (kahit sakit sa buot! hahaha).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;seriously, m still thankful for you being a part of me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;may God bless you always in all your endeavors.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;take care!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;always meeh,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13446525-111822554816285837?l=bbed.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bbed.blogspot.com/feeds/111822554816285837/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13446525&amp;postID=111822554816285837' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13446525/posts/default/111822554816285837'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13446525/posts/default/111822554816285837'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bbed.blogspot.com/2005/06/happy-birthday-and-goodbye.html' title='happy birthday and goodbye?'/><author><name>Sachi</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13446525.post-111822471101439339</id><published>2005-06-08T02:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-06-08T02:58:31.383-07:00</updated><title type='text'>reminiscing... Part II</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#663366;"&gt;(continued...)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;but i also like my COLLEGE YEARS!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;.....met different people, different friends&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;.....encountered different struggles&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;.....learned how to be independent&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;.....there's more fun&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;.....there's more to life than getting a degree&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;first year in college was the most challenging year for me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;that's the time i was trying to adjust to adapt...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;but there's so much fun around you'd forget you're in a different world.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;*one of our dormmates, Ba-Se, got sick and couldn't attend our math 17 class.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;.....the next day, everybody was cajoling the 4 of us when we got in.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;.....coz Noreen, Love, &amp; I didn't go to school as well the day before.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;.....bond of sisterhood - when one is gone, the rest has gone! ;p&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;*my bestfriend since first year is Kring.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;.....we've been in the same course&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;.....we've been classmates in all subjects -- we really managed!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;..........(except for pol sci. that maldita girl who's handling registration&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;..........during enrollment separated us without our consents! hmp!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;..........we missed more fun tuloy!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;.....we've been together in all "adventures"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;.....we've shared almost all secrets&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;.....you can say we're almost sisters, if not twins! ;p&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;*i learned how to wash my own clothes,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;.....otherwise, i'd travel for 4 hours just to have my clothes washed at my sis'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;*i learned to eat instant foods!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;.....noodles... junkfoods...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;*twas turning point of my life - spiritually.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;.....not that i wasn't close with Him. but i was able to get closer...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;.....thanks Pastor Bakus.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;*twas also a turning point for my lovelife.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;.....as i have said, i was never serious with the opposite sex.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;.....but it seemed everyone at the dorm was having her own crush.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;..........talk about peer-pressure.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;..........so, i asked Ba-Eng to find me a crush.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;...............stupid thing, right? talk about freshmen!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;.....so, that's how it started.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;..........i played with fire, couldn't get off the fire.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;...............good thing he didnt take advantage.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;...............or was i repulsive for him? (oh no!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;..........i don't know if that was love. maybe infatuation?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;.....until right before graduation, i got into a relationship - with a different fire.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;..........and decided to get off the fire not quenching my innocent thirst for love.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;college was supposed to be a maturing stage...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;.....in some ways, yes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;.....in some ways, not.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;learning is a continuous process.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;maturity doesn't come with age - it does with experience. and knowledge.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;to college studes, don't rush.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;you have the time on your side.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;just learn in every process, in every walk of your life.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;enjoy life. enjoy youth.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13446525-111822471101439339?l=bbed.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bbed.blogspot.com/feeds/111822471101439339/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13446525&amp;postID=111822471101439339' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13446525/posts/default/111822471101439339'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13446525/posts/default/111822471101439339'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bbed.blogspot.com/2005/06/reminiscing-part-ii.html' title='reminiscing... Part II'/><author><name>Sachi</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13446525.post-111822117277416159</id><published>2005-06-08T01:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-06-08T02:06:49.426-07:00</updated><title type='text'>reminiscing...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#663366;"&gt;HIGH SCHOOL LIFE - was, accordingly, the happiest stage in school.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;*well, i got good friend then but lost contact except for daisy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;.....we were "Double DR" - daisy, debbie, radz, &amp; rebecca.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;*there was a time all of us in our section cut class. imagine!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;.....our teacher then almost failed all of us in his subject! hahaha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;*those were the only times when you would be required&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;..........to get in front (at the flag pole) when you get late for flag ceremony.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;*i enjoyed JS Proms (3rd &amp;amp; 4th yrs), esp having my best buddy, Al, as my partner.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;*well, those years, i seemed (as i realize just now) somewhat boy-ish:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;.....never considered having any bf.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;.....i was so astig that whenever a classmate courted me (even he's my crush)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;..........i immediately turned him down.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;.....it's enough for me to have them as my crushes and best buddies,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;..........but never as bf's. (strict parents ko eh! hahaha)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;*i've got lots of crushes then and was even open about it with my family.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;.....i was so naive (well, i still am) when it comes to my emotions...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;.....it's so cool coz they're the ones who were so kiliiiig! duh!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;*and of course, i miss my best buddy teacher, sir jiggs:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;.....i won't forget the night he asked me to represent our school at the last moment&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;..........for an extemporaneous speech contest.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;.....i was really so hesitant but when i saw his face getting disappointed, i decided otherwise.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;.....that was the most memorable night with him - &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;..........he lifted me up after the contest coz we bagged the trophy!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;.....(by the way, he's gay! and i love him as my best buddy teacher.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;..........and i know he loves me too as his best buddy student. miss him...)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;hope you had nice and funny memories in high school, too....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;(to be continued...)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13446525-111822117277416159?l=bbed.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bbed.blogspot.com/feeds/111822117277416159/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13446525&amp;postID=111822117277416159' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13446525/posts/default/111822117277416159'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13446525/posts/default/111822117277416159'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bbed.blogspot.com/2005/06/reminiscing.html' title='reminiscing...'/><author><name>Sachi</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13446525.post-111801856201071183</id><published>2005-06-05T17:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-06-05T17:42:42.016-07:00</updated><title type='text'>my name is...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#663366;"&gt;start of classes...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#663366;"&gt;as if!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#663366;"&gt;well, just want to reminisce the memories i had during those days...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#663366;"&gt;this is my first blog.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#663366;"&gt;and on the first day of classes, (usually) we had orientations that would include introducing ourselves, stating our names...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#663366;"&gt;so, i would like to do the same here at blogger.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#663366;"&gt;but with a different twist.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#663366;"&gt;this blogspot of mine is really personally meeh!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#663366;"&gt;for my real name:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table width="400" align="center" border="1" border cellspacing="0" cellpadding="2" style="color:black;"&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bg align="center" style="color:#00CCFF;"&gt;&lt;span style="'color:black;font-family:Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Your Japanese Name Is...&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.quizdiva.net/japanesename/girl.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:+1;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;b&gt;Kumiko Inokuma&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#663366;"&gt;hmmm....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#663366;"&gt;how about my nick?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table width="400" align="center" border="1" border cellspacing="0" cellpadding="2" style="color:black;"&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bg align="center" style="color:#00CCFF;"&gt;&lt;span style="'color:black;font-family:Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Your Japanese Name Is...&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.quizdiva.net/japanesename/girl.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:+1;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;b&gt;Sachi Konoe&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;hmm...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;what if i were a boy?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table width="400" align="center" border="1" border cellspacing="0" cellpadding="2" style="color:black;"&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bg align="center" style="color:#00CCFF;"&gt;&lt;span style="'color:black;font-family:Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Your Japanese Name Is...&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.quizdiva.net/japanesename/boy.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:+1;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;b&gt;Ren Kajuji&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#663366;"&gt;ooops, never mind! ;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;well, have fun while studying (or working) for "all work and no play, makes Sachi a dull girl!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;wanna try this one for yourself? go ahead! have some fun, too!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/japanesenamegenerator/"&gt;What's" your Japanese Name?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;bye for now...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;mwah!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13446525-111801856201071183?l=bbed.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bbed.blogspot.com/feeds/111801856201071183/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13446525&amp;postID=111801856201071183' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13446525/posts/default/111801856201071183'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13446525/posts/default/111801856201071183'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bbed.blogspot.com/2005/06/my-name-is.html' title='my name is...'/><author><name>Sachi</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' 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