<?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-7769671602210915173</id><updated>2011-07-08T07:30:46.701-07:00</updated><category term='Events'/><category term='Experiences ..'/><title type='text'>` things in life to share ..</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://boutherthoughts.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7769671602210915173/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://boutherthoughts.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>` when9tut --</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12676005577026561473</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/_SnAoTLepZ_E/SNzlTCAi1jI/AAAAAAAAAAM/v0jq60E4lpE/S220/sad+sad+daw+acou+...jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>60</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7769671602210915173.post-1939724826623454434</id><published>2010-06-24T15:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-25T05:04:28.107-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Events'/><title type='text'>Vice Ganda's Concert "May Nag-text, May Show Ako"  Live Concert in GenSan</title><content type='html'>Nowadays, laughing has always be the past time of the Filipino's; somehow a cure from depression. One of the most popular stand-up comedians in the industry today is shooting up and now existing for her successful career in showbiz. Without a doubt, she’s definitely one of the famous TV personalities in the country, recognized as a judge of a noon time show &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;“It’s Show time”&lt;/span&gt;, in ABS-CBN and one of the most performing artists in the country.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Jose Marie Viceral&lt;/span&gt;, well-known as &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Vice Ganda&lt;/span&gt; is the first Filipino who reached almost a million fans in Facebook. And now, after her successful First Major Concert in Araneta Coliseum, Vice Ganda will go south to do another show entitled &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.gensantos.com/2010/06/07/vice-ganda-live-in-gensan/"&gt;May Nag-text, May Show Ako” Vice Ganda Live in General Santos City.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the cooperation of &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;MANIO EVENTS MANAGEMENT&lt;/span&gt;, the said concert will be on June 27, 2010, Sunday, 8pm at Lagao Gym, General Santos City with the musical director &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Soc Mina&lt;/span&gt; and special guest: &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Kean of Callalily&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SnAoTLepZ_E/TCRSJepRymI/AAAAAAAAAQo/bcNOzo5C5qw/s1600/vice2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SnAoTLepZ_E/TCRSJepRymI/AAAAAAAAAQo/bcNOzo5C5qw/s320/vice2.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5486600568842603106" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SnAoTLepZ_E/TCRS7Op-kUI/AAAAAAAAAQw/5E6zkiHGeHk/s1600/vice.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 160px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SnAoTLepZ_E/TCRS7Op-kUI/AAAAAAAAAQw/5E6zkiHGeHk/s320/vice.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5486601423544029506" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A big thanks to the author of www.gensantos.com, Sir Avel Manansala for informing us about &lt;a href="http://www.gensantos.com"&gt;“May Nag-text, May Show Ako, Vice Ganda Live in GenSan. &lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Of course, with the help of the following sponsors:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;ASIA UNITED BANK, ABS-CBN, FAMILY COUNTRY HOMES, RANCHERO GRILL AND RESTAURANT, PABLOS, PASEO-DEL-SOL, MICROTEL DAVAO, KIKO’S RESTAURANT, RED TRELLIS, MP PRINCESS DIGITAL SOLUTION, 94.3 EASY ROCK, 98.3 HOME RADIO, BRIGADA FM, &amp; K101 LOVE RADIO.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is another breathtaking experience, so don’t dare miss it! Tickets prices are:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;P250 (General Admission), P500 (Lower Box), P750 (Courtyard Back Portion), and P1000 (Courtyard Front Portion)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For more info. and tickets reservations please call- &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Ms. Dolly Santos at (083) 554-2123 or 0922-8898-285 or Mara de Pedro at 0918-5809800&lt;/span&gt;. Tickets are also available at &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;ASIA UNITED BANK, Santiago Blvd, General Santos City.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bored? Too tired for school works? Usual Sunday or rest day?&lt;br /&gt;Go and off the stress from a weekly routine. Be there and enjoy the one night unstoppable laughing experience with Vice Ganda. Have fun Generals!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7769671602210915173-1939724826623454434?l=boutherthoughts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://boutherthoughts.blogspot.com/feeds/1939724826623454434/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7769671602210915173&amp;postID=1939724826623454434' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7769671602210915173/posts/default/1939724826623454434'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7769671602210915173/posts/default/1939724826623454434'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://boutherthoughts.blogspot.com/2010/06/vice-gandas-concert-may-nag-text-may.html' title='Vice Ganda&apos;s Concert &quot;May Nag-text, May Show Ako&quot;  Live Concert in GenSan'/><author><name>` when9tut --</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12676005577026561473</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/_SnAoTLepZ_E/SNzlTCAi1jI/AAAAAAAAAAM/v0jq60E4lpE/S220/sad+sad+daw+acou+...jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SnAoTLepZ_E/TCRSJepRymI/AAAAAAAAAQo/bcNOzo5C5qw/s72-c/vice2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7769671602210915173.post-9199109124376586777</id><published>2010-06-19T03:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-25T01:49:13.382-07:00</updated><title type='text'>GandaEverSoMuch Blogoversary Soon :)</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://gandaeversomuch.com/2010/06/contest-ever/this-is-not-just-for-bloggers-contest/comment-page-2/#comment-4730"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;One of the most popular blogger from the City of General Santos, GandaEverSoMuch's will be celebrating his First Anniversary this coming August 1, 2010. Now, he'll be giving such prizes to everyone who will be joining on his "GandaEverSoMuch Blogoversary Contest :) Please click on the link below ..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://gandaeversomuch.com/2010/06/contest-ever/this-is-not-just-for-bloggers-contest/"&gt;Happy Blogoversary Sir Orman..&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7769671602210915173-9199109124376586777?l=boutherthoughts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://boutherthoughts.blogspot.com/feeds/9199109124376586777/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7769671602210915173&amp;postID=9199109124376586777' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7769671602210915173/posts/default/9199109124376586777'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7769671602210915173/posts/default/9199109124376586777'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://boutherthoughts.blogspot.com/2010/06/gandaeversomuch-blogoversary-soon.html' title='GandaEverSoMuch Blogoversary Soon :)'/><author><name>` when9tut --</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12676005577026561473</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/_SnAoTLepZ_E/SNzlTCAi1jI/AAAAAAAAAAM/v0jq60E4lpE/S220/sad+sad+daw+acou+...jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7769671602210915173.post-6117214594291274505</id><published>2010-05-06T14:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-06T15:00:01.974-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Punta Isla Experience</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt; April, 2010 my eldest sister was invited for an outing. Since, ate Inday (ate Alma's old officemate) informed ate by texting my number, I asked ate Inday if I can go with them for a reason that I also want to experience the said outing. Fortunately, ate Inday give me an opportunity to join with them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt; May 1, 2010 is the set date. Me and my sister were so excited for we really want to experience the exciting ride; the Zipline. It's 8 o'clock in the morning when we leaved GenSan and almost 10 o'clock when we arrived at the said place.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" &lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SnAoTLepZ_E/S-MrpaT9oFI/AAAAAAAAAN4/yKqn3-Wjzfo/s320/30042010613.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5468262362995597394" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt; (Ate Rose, Ate Inday, and me)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SnAoTLepZ_E/S-Mr_XHGhII/AAAAAAAAAOA/XdhVF1rizDc/s1600/30042010634.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SnAoTLepZ_E/S-Mr_XHGhII/AAAAAAAAAOA/XdhVF1rizDc/s320/30042010634.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5468262740093469826" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt; Number 1 Falls of 7 Falls :)&lt;br /&gt;                                 &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SnAoTLepZ_E/S-Mr_p29YqI/AAAAAAAAAOI/dhiGiJi-zTg/s1600/30042010651.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SnAoTLepZ_E/S-Mr_p29YqI/AAAAAAAAAOI/dhiGiJi-zTg/s320/30042010651.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5468262745126036130" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt; "ZipLine? omg"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SnAoTLepZ_E/S-Msb27u2dI/AAAAAAAAAOQ/IsCOpAqxtZ4/s1600/30042010668.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SnAoTLepZ_E/S-Msb27u2dI/AAAAAAAAAOQ/IsCOpAqxtZ4/s320/30042010668.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5468263229672053202" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SnAoTLepZ_E/S-MscVgBsmI/AAAAAAAAAOY/LZk8evu5IRc/s1600/30042010671.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SnAoTLepZ_E/S-MscVgBsmI/AAAAAAAAAOY/LZk8evu5IRc/s320/30042010671.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5468263237877346914" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SnAoTLepZ_E/S-Msc2Y1dyI/AAAAAAAAAOg/JMePDBZKb-A/s1600/30042010674.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SnAoTLepZ_E/S-Msc2Y1dyI/AAAAAAAAAOg/JMePDBZKb-A/s320/30042010674.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5468263246705555234" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt; Me and my sister after the Zipline experience :) We had a lot of fun. Hoping to ride again. haha Ü&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SnAoTLepZ_E/S-MtAm9SQ6I/AAAAAAAAAOo/XRuU6pbbhVI/s1600/30042010699.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SnAoTLepZ_E/S-MtAm9SQ6I/AAAAAAAAAOo/XRuU6pbbhVI/s320/30042010699.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5468263861038760866" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt; ("Sir and Ate Inday")&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SnAoTLepZ_E/S-MtBH19DfI/AAAAAAAAAOw/vy4-SVu0flY/s1600/30042010725.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SnAoTLepZ_E/S-MtBH19DfI/AAAAAAAAAOw/vy4-SVu0flY/s320/30042010725.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5468263869866380786" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SnAoTLepZ_E/S-Mt5KLeW9I/AAAAAAAAAO4/BbnGXdxz4dU/s1600/30042010774.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SnAoTLepZ_E/S-Mt5KLeW9I/AAAAAAAAAO4/BbnGXdxz4dU/s320/30042010774.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5468264832566189010" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SnAoTLepZ_E/S-Mt59bC1wI/AAAAAAAAAPA/zqIoifjnens/s1600/30042010775.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SnAoTLepZ_E/S-Mt59bC1wI/AAAAAAAAAPA/zqIoifjnens/s320/30042010775.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5468264846321702658" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SnAoTLepZ_E/S-Mt6mp7MjI/AAAAAAAAAPI/rGbWzR-7Z48/s1600/30042010806.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SnAoTLepZ_E/S-Mt6mp7MjI/AAAAAAAAAPI/rGbWzR-7Z48/s320/30042010806.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5468264857389969970" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SnAoTLepZ_E/S-MupYkdrYI/AAAAAAAAAPQ/_MA34b7cqhk/s1600/30042010831.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SnAoTLepZ_E/S-MupYkdrYI/AAAAAAAAAPQ/_MA34b7cqhk/s320/30042010831.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5468265661062819202" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SnAoTLepZ_E/S-Mup9iNPuI/AAAAAAAAAPY/W2z1WFQKYng/s1600/30042010903.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SnAoTLepZ_E/S-Mup9iNPuI/AAAAAAAAAPY/W2z1WFQKYng/s320/30042010903.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5468265670985465570" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SnAoTLepZ_E/S-MvDy3akmI/AAAAAAAAAPg/HZbA264CnL4/s1600/30042010846.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SnAoTLepZ_E/S-MvDy3akmI/AAAAAAAAAPg/HZbA264CnL4/s320/30042010846.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5468266114798228066" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SnAoTLepZ_E/S-MvEkV0FoI/AAAAAAAAAPo/utCTZIvDrKY/s1600/30042010867.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SnAoTLepZ_E/S-MvEkV0FoI/AAAAAAAAAPo/utCTZIvDrKY/s320/30042010867.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5468266128079066754" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SnAoTLepZ_E/S-MvFAjuN4I/AAAAAAAAAPw/TfTAF1f57GY/s1600/30042010878.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SnAoTLepZ_E/S-MvFAjuN4I/AAAAAAAAAPw/TfTAF1f57GY/s320/30042010878.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5468266135653595010" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;"Lunch"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SnAoTLepZ_E/S-MvFnApb8I/AAAAAAAAAP4/5TYwKMAT9lY/s1600/30042010879.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SnAoTLepZ_E/S-MvFnApb8I/AAAAAAAAAP4/5TYwKMAT9lY/s320/30042010879.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5468266145975463874" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SnAoTLepZ_E/S-MvF31D7tI/AAAAAAAAAQA/WmKvBMOKwgk/s1600/30042010880.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SnAoTLepZ_E/S-MvF31D7tI/AAAAAAAAAQA/WmKvBMOKwgk/s320/30042010880.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5468266150490271442" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SnAoTLepZ_E/S-MveLDxB8I/AAAAAAAAAQI/2XNvOt4Sq7A/s1600/30042010881.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SnAoTLepZ_E/S-MveLDxB8I/AAAAAAAAAQI/2XNvOt4Sq7A/s320/30042010881.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5468266567969081282" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SnAoTLepZ_E/S-MvesAhe5I/AAAAAAAAAQQ/E8wpSdYo-30/s1600/30042010882.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SnAoTLepZ_E/S-MvesAhe5I/AAAAAAAAAQQ/E8wpSdYo-30/s320/30042010882.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5468266576813849490" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No words can explain. Definitely, the Punta Isla experience is another memories to treasure. It's nice to see that the beauty of nature that God has given to us is still cared by the people who sincerely concerned of our mother nature. Let us respect, continue to do good things for our nature and let us be proud that we have "NATURE" as a major concern of our country.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7769671602210915173-6117214594291274505?l=boutherthoughts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://boutherthoughts.blogspot.com/feeds/6117214594291274505/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7769671602210915173&amp;postID=6117214594291274505' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7769671602210915173/posts/default/6117214594291274505'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7769671602210915173/posts/default/6117214594291274505'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://boutherthoughts.blogspot.com/2010/05/punta-isla-experience.html' title='The Punta Isla Experience'/><author><name>` when9tut --</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12676005577026561473</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/_SnAoTLepZ_E/SNzlTCAi1jI/AAAAAAAAAAM/v0jq60E4lpE/S220/sad+sad+daw+acou+...jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SnAoTLepZ_E/S-Mr_XHGhII/AAAAAAAAAOA/XdhVF1rizDc/s72-c/30042010634.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7769671602210915173.post-4822968434730696395</id><published>2010-02-08T08:44:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-08T15:33:34.218-08:00</updated><title type='text'>ITS A BOY ...</title><content type='html'>It's sunday and the day is almost perfect for a new life, new beginning and new blessings to live. Last January 24, 2010, 8 o'clock in the morning, a new baby BOY born. He made everyone smile. His dad, mom, siblings, tita's and tito's and ofcourse his grandmother and grandfather both sides. It was such a wonderful day God offer to those people; for they discover and witnessed the success of birthing a new angel.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My brother (his dad) is obviously worried for what had happened inside the delivery room that time. The doctor said "Husband? your wife .... CS". My brother was quiet worried about it. After staying calm, the doctor then said again "&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;IT'S A BOY!&lt;/span&gt;" He was beamed after knowing that finally, here's a boy in the family.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My two nieces (his siblings) Patricia Monica (9 yrs old) and Bea Clarrise (4 yrs old) were very happy. Laughingly, Bea tell her dad "Gawin ko yang bakla pa, takutin ko yan". His dad laughed and yah, his face looked better that time. LOL :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, then again. The whole family had a great time observing and taking good care of this baby boy and surely, everyone in the family will love him, sooo much like a precious gift. I know, it'll last until forever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SnAoTLepZ_E/S3CVzlZKdBI/AAAAAAAAANo/uZQZ9Izal-o/s1600-h/DSC05210.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SnAoTLepZ_E/S3CVzlZKdBI/AAAAAAAAANo/uZQZ9Izal-o/s320/DSC05210.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5436009463679710226" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SnAoTLepZ_E/S3BEGAlK_pI/AAAAAAAAANY/MMUBaKiByeA/s1600-h/DSC05177.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SnAoTLepZ_E/S3BEGAlK_pI/AAAAAAAAANY/MMUBaKiByeA/s320/DSC05177.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5435919620262002322" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SnAoTLepZ_E/S3BJbKxomdI/AAAAAAAAANg/s-ODudivk3g/s1600-h/DSC05179.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SnAoTLepZ_E/S3BJbKxomdI/AAAAAAAAANg/s-ODudivk3g/s320/DSC05179.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5435925481334020562" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SnAoTLepZ_E/S3CYQmV9w_I/AAAAAAAAANw/ixtiGDtH72w/s1600-h/DSC05222.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SnAoTLepZ_E/S3CYQmV9w_I/AAAAAAAAANw/ixtiGDtH72w/s320/DSC05222.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5436012161174193138" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We named this angel as Rob Clarence A. Miase :) uh, yah that's my new nephew :*&lt;br /&gt;Oh, how i love this boy, sana good boy xa hanggang paglaki :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                                                             `whengkx&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7769671602210915173-4822968434730696395?l=boutherthoughts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://boutherthoughts.blogspot.com/feeds/4822968434730696395/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7769671602210915173&amp;postID=4822968434730696395' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7769671602210915173/posts/default/4822968434730696395'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7769671602210915173/posts/default/4822968434730696395'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://boutherthoughts.blogspot.com/2010/02/its-boy.html' title='ITS A BOY ...'/><author><name>` when9tut --</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12676005577026561473</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/_SnAoTLepZ_E/SNzlTCAi1jI/AAAAAAAAAAM/v0jq60E4lpE/S220/sad+sad+daw+acou+...jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SnAoTLepZ_E/S3CVzlZKdBI/AAAAAAAAANo/uZQZ9Izal-o/s72-c/DSC05210.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7769671602210915173.post-2639828851408120109</id><published>2009-12-01T06:34:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-01T06:56:42.399-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Events'/><title type='text'>Coca-Cola Tigers and the Talk ‘n Text Tropang Texters,Live in General Santos City</title><content type='html'>The Christmas blowout is fast approaching for the General’s. All the events are set and now on date in the cooperation of the General Santos City’s local government under Mayor Jun Acharon, PaperView Office and School Supplies. One of the official events in celebrating PASKO SA GENSAN 2009 is the most awaiting &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;PBA's Coca-Cola Tigers vs. Talk 'n Text Tropang Texters Game&lt;/span&gt; on December 5, 2009 at Lagao Gym, General Santoc City.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SnAoTLepZ_E/SxUqOT_g3KI/AAAAAAAAANQ/8qugxY_0TYo/s1600/pba.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 90px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SnAoTLepZ_E/SxUqOT_g3KI/AAAAAAAAANQ/8qugxY_0TYo/s320/pba.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5410276952728722594" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In their 35th season, one of their exciting games will be played in General Santos City. It’s a thrilling experience to witness the two team’s game that will surely make the whole city’s really fun. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For FREE tickets:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.gensantos.com/"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.gensantos.com/2009/11/29/win-free-tickets-to-pbas-coca-cola-tigers-vs-talk-n-text-tropang-texters-game-in-gensan/comment-page-1/#comment-15626"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tickets are available at &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;PaperView&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;RD Building&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;National Highway (beside RDEX Tuna).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What are you waiting for? It’s a Christmas blowout, really. It’s going to be fun! I'm hoping to have 2 tickets though, my friend would love to see the game with a free ticket from me :D hehe. Be there.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7769671602210915173-2639828851408120109?l=boutherthoughts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://boutherthoughts.blogspot.com/feeds/2639828851408120109/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7769671602210915173&amp;postID=2639828851408120109' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7769671602210915173/posts/default/2639828851408120109'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7769671602210915173/posts/default/2639828851408120109'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://boutherthoughts.blogspot.com/2009/12/christmas-blowout-is-fast-approaching.html' title='Coca-Cola Tigers and the Talk ‘n Text Tropang Texters,Live in General Santos City'/><author><name>` when9tut --</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12676005577026561473</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/_SnAoTLepZ_E/SNzlTCAi1jI/AAAAAAAAAAM/v0jq60E4lpE/S220/sad+sad+daw+acou+...jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SnAoTLepZ_E/SxUqOT_g3KI/AAAAAAAAANQ/8qugxY_0TYo/s72-c/pba.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7769671602210915173.post-3143236418329299325</id><published>2009-11-10T08:02:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-10T08:47:38.234-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Experiences ..'/><title type='text'>The unexpected visit before second semester starts ..</title><content type='html'>Last last week, it was the sophomore’s enrollment day. It was around 9 o’clock in the morning when I’m completely contented with bed. I fixed everything, myself, the things needed, checked the cash given from my mom,and the important school handbook. It was 10 o’clock when I arrived to school and fortunately,it’s not that challenging to look for Tala, haha (a friend)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was not that pleased knowing that processing my RE113 grade gives me a damn. I was too busy going to Registrar’s office, then to Catechist coordinator, and to my adviser. Uggh. That was not funny, really. I paid twice, running and sweating but thanks to Tala for being with me After an hour, Tala then decided for us to go to CafÉ Amoree. Ü&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SnAoTLepZ_E/SvmSRwYArdI/AAAAAAAAAMg/6mFzu_n2dYU/s1600-h/10292009(015).jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SnAoTLepZ_E/SvmSRwYArdI/AAAAAAAAAMg/6mFzu_n2dYU/s320/10292009(015).jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5402510061748661714" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SnAoTLepZ_E/SvmSSFcoXeI/AAAAAAAAAMo/s4e0KBXMPYo/s1600-h/10292009(012).jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SnAoTLepZ_E/SvmSSFcoXeI/AAAAAAAAAMo/s4e0KBXMPYo/s320/10292009(012).jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5402510067405184482" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SnAoTLepZ_E/SvmSSYTIF_I/AAAAAAAAAMw/fzMlwDA7Jp8/s1600-h/10292009(011).jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SnAoTLepZ_E/SvmSSYTIF_I/AAAAAAAAAMw/fzMlwDA7Jp8/s320/10292009(011).jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5402510072465594354" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SnAoTLepZ_E/SvmSSthjHWI/AAAAAAAAAM4/49fxE-3uj4Y/s1600-h/10292009(010).jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SnAoTLepZ_E/SvmSSthjHWI/AAAAAAAAAM4/49fxE-3uj4Y/s320/10292009(010).jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5402510078163230050" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SnAoTLepZ_E/SvmTMgI-0WI/AAAAAAAAANI/PJdPHblJXTY/s1600-h/10292009(017).jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SnAoTLepZ_E/SvmTMgI-0WI/AAAAAAAAANI/PJdPHblJXTY/s320/10292009(017).jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5402511071002939746" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SnAoTLepZ_E/SvmTMTwzusI/AAAAAAAAANA/HMuaMFlzJU4/s1600-h/10292009(007).jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SnAoTLepZ_E/SvmTMTwzusI/AAAAAAAAANA/HMuaMFlzJU4/s320/10292009(007).jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5402511067680324290" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I’m obviously eager to experience a huge break and I’m getting too thrilled to explore inside the coffee shop and the restaurant on the other side. The ambiance of the place was perfect, the ecological scheme is definitely wonderful and the servings are just right. Ö Thanks to Tita Maryvil (Tala’s mom) for diverting me from more routine. (babalik ako Tita, haha . libre ha?)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The rain poured and we need to go back to school. We eat lunch together at the other side which is the restaurant. After having a break, we then go back to school. Ö&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was an unexpected visit before second semester starts. We also need to refresh our mind from a daily routine and from the very hectic schedule. It’s good to have some break, chill and enjoy. For us students, let’s enjoy the semester!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For more information about Café Amoree or for reservations, &lt;br /&gt;Please visit Café Amoree located at Mabuhay Road, General Santos City.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                                                         ` wheng &lt;3&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7769671602210915173-3143236418329299325?l=boutherthoughts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://boutherthoughts.blogspot.com/feeds/3143236418329299325/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7769671602210915173&amp;postID=3143236418329299325' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7769671602210915173/posts/default/3143236418329299325'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7769671602210915173/posts/default/3143236418329299325'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://boutherthoughts.blogspot.com/2009/11/unexpected-visit-before-second-semester.html' title='The unexpected visit before second semester starts ..'/><author><name>` when9tut --</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12676005577026561473</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/_SnAoTLepZ_E/SNzlTCAi1jI/AAAAAAAAAAM/v0jq60E4lpE/S220/sad+sad+daw+acou+...jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SnAoTLepZ_E/SvmSRwYArdI/AAAAAAAAAMg/6mFzu_n2dYU/s72-c/10292009(015).jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7769671602210915173.post-7454615949577026197</id><published>2009-10-12T13:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-12T15:19:22.814-07:00</updated><title type='text'>THE THINGS I REMEMBER ABOUT GRANDMA ..</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#9999ff;"&gt;A person, mother, sister and a grandma &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#993399;"&gt;“Patricia Danieles Miao”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; pass away. It was &lt;strong&gt;10th&lt;/strong&gt; of the October when she did her last breathe; awakening me from an intense meditation. I was stunned and somberly bothered of what had happened to granny.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Existing for 88 years in this world is a gift. It’s unforeseen but a reality that persons need to deal on. Grandmas are one of the important persons, a leader, the source of our historical occurrence, and probably the person who knows best for us. They’re presence could help us find the possible answers of our question in mind. Without them, without a doubt we’re not here to live through the exquisiteness of the world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I couldn’t tell much more about granny because aside from the fact that she’s too far from us, I wasn’t that able to be familiar with her life though we talked that much when we visit there and she visits here. As far as I know &lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;“&lt;u&gt;Popoy&lt;/u&gt;”&lt;/span&gt; (we used to call her) is just an ordinary person who married lolo and fortunately bless with 8 childrens including my dad. She’s been a good mother but unluckily, lolo died a years ago and Popoy was just brave enough to accept the reality in life. As my involvement with Popoy, the things I couldn’t forget about her is when she asked me to buy hand-rolled-cigarette and an alcoholic drinks, she really used to it. Another thing is when we shared each of our stories. I remember, grandmas most shared were all about ghosts and spirits. “joke? that’s funny lola” the line which was always my response to her every time she share another dreadful stories. Sometimes she scolded me for doing things which is not good for her. All of that are the memories that somehow urge me to &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;recall&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;everything about grandma.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#9999ff;"&gt;Message for grandma,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;La, I will miss you. I know you know how much I love you. I’m sorry if there’s a thing that I didn’t do. I’m sorry if I did thing which is definitely not good for you. I know God will guide you through his way. You’re such a good grandma, an inspiration, and my one and only “Popoy” in the world. I promise to be a good granddaughter, a sister and a girl. I Love You LOLA =(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;potpot &lt;3&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7769671602210915173-7454615949577026197?l=boutherthoughts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://boutherthoughts.blogspot.com/feeds/7454615949577026197/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7769671602210915173&amp;postID=7454615949577026197' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7769671602210915173/posts/default/7454615949577026197'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7769671602210915173/posts/default/7454615949577026197'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://boutherthoughts.blogspot.com/2009/10/things-i-remember-about-grandma.html' title='THE THINGS I REMEMBER ABOUT GRANDMA ..'/><author><name>` when9tut --</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12676005577026561473</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/_SnAoTLepZ_E/SNzlTCAi1jI/AAAAAAAAAAM/v0jq60E4lpE/S220/sad+sad+daw+acou+...jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7769671602210915173.post-2308560488473963699</id><published>2009-07-30T08:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-30T08:54:52.463-07:00</updated><title type='text'>melancholy night in the hospital ..</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;This entry was supposed to be last night but unfortunately, I didn't post it because first and foremost, I need the internet and maybe 'em a less fortunate not to have those internet kits/broadband connections (USB) to bring it anywhere. Anyway, sorry for the late post.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Actually, the title should be &lt;strong&gt;"She's thinking a lot of things and bothering   ="&lt;/strong&gt; I don't know. I just feel like transforming it to &lt;strong&gt;"melancholy night in the hospital"&lt;/strong&gt; Anyway, from the title itself, it describes the feeling/emotion of the writer. Just find it out :&lt;br /&gt;Here's what she wrote last night. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;ü&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Oh, it’s 1:25 am and yeah, ‘em still up. I’m in the hospital, captivating and observing *tita byul’s situation*.  My mind is occupied with a lot of things; the school thing, family, friends and someone L I was busy then, from school to my self’s condition. Am I really good? I don’t even know what was happening. I go to school with sorrow, still respects my family with doubt, being good with my friends with some restricted info’s, not all but some? I was depressed after ‘kog left me. I was being curse with abhorrence and honestly, it’s not that easy to set off the latest experience I had that was, maybe a days. L I still care for him, thinking of him and wondering. I was just thinking how can I encourage myself not to think incorrect things. Until when would I agonize this feeling? What would be the right thing to do? It’s hard, really. But well, what can I do? I’m here; I should accept the fact that I really need to experience such. But how would I understand the reality? Is it really worthy enough? Uh, God, help. L I was thinking a lot of things, the reality of life, the consequences or even the precise moment encountered/we might encounter. Well, maybe I’m not that ready but yes, I’m trying =(  I don’t know why I wrote/type/share this, sorry but one thing’s for sure, the feeling cannot be keep anymore. It burst and ready to share. Please do understand K the unhappy and frustrated wheng. tss  end 1:53am&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/7769671602210915173-2308560488473963699?l=boutherthoughts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://boutherthoughts.blogspot.com/feeds/2308560488473963699/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7769671602210915173&amp;postID=2308560488473963699' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7769671602210915173/posts/default/2308560488473963699'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7769671602210915173/posts/default/2308560488473963699'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://boutherthoughts.blogspot.com/2009/07/melancholy-night-in-hospital.html' title='melancholy night in the hospital ..'/><author><name>` when9tut --</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12676005577026561473</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/_SnAoTLepZ_E/SNzlTCAi1jI/AAAAAAAAAAM/v0jq60E4lpE/S220/sad+sad+daw+acou+...jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7769671602210915173.post-166480158267863434</id><published>2009-06-17T02:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-17T03:45:29.754-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Going Back to School ....</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#6633ff;"&gt;Oh, it's too late to post this. It's been days or a week that the school year started, I was lazy then. Anyway, SUMMER has been ruthless to us students who’d able to attend the summer classes. It’s really tiring to go early to school, be present for the seminars/group session or even the things that had been pretty hectic. Those days had just been so weird but students need to deal with.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;color:#6633ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;color:#6633ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#6633ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#6633ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#6633ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;color:#6633ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#6633ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#6633ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#6633ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#6633ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#6633ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#6633ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#6633ff;"&gt;Now that the summer classes end, here’s another phenomenon that students will be going through. The Elementary students, Secondary and even the college students will suffer again just to learn something. It might be a fascinating matter but still tiring. It’s just one of the necessary things that a person or a student should attend despite the fact that it’s not just easy to earn money to pay the school matter. Everything and all the sufferings will be worth anyway. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;color:#6633ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;color:#6633ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#6633ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#6633ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#6633ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#6633ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#6633ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#6633ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#6633ff;"&gt;Here are some of the students who are busy for their new school things for this school year 2009-2010. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#6633ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#6633ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#6633ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#6633ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#6633ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#6633ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#6633ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#6633ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#6633ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#6633ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#6633ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#6633ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#6633ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#6633ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#6633ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#6633ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#6633ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#6633ff;"&gt;(This girls might be an elementary student. Seemed they're thrilled for the upcoming classes.) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SnAoTLepZ_E/Sji_9LJSmPI/AAAAAAAAAL4/2T1tj5W1HSE/s1600-h/xa.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#6633ff;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5348235615187146994" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SnAoTLepZ_E/Sji_9LJSmPI/AAAAAAAAAL4/2T1tj5W1HSE/s320/xa.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SnAoTLepZ_E/Sji_8yVU2aI/AAAAAAAAALw/ZGDcVN0ohT4/s1600-h/bata+gud.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#6633ff;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5348235608526739874" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SnAoTLepZ_E/Sji_8yVU2aI/AAAAAAAAALw/ZGDcVN0ohT4/s320/bata+gud.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#6633ff;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#6633ff;"&gt;(The cute kids on the go. A cute smile and seemed they're excited though maybe they're not a students, or maybe a kinder students.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;color:#6633ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SnAoTLepZ_E/Sji-cOonxMI/AAAAAAAAALo/AUJlZXgjTDg/s1600-h/kakyutt.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#6633ff;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5348233949676553410" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SnAoTLepZ_E/Sji-cOonxMI/AAAAAAAAALo/AUJlZXgjTDg/s320/kakyutt.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#6633ff;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SnAoTLepZ_E/Sji-cPv1sBI/AAAAAAAAALg/c5Uzzivottw/s1600-h/bata.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#6633ff;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5348233949975261202" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SnAoTLepZ_E/Sji-cPv1sBI/AAAAAAAAALg/c5Uzzivottw/s320/bata.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#6633ff;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;By looking those smiles, we all know that when classes starts, it begins with excitement and an interest but as the classes go through, students were not able to give the smile they had when the classes starts. See how worst the fact is? They seemed to be good and interested when they have this, have that but they don’t even think why they’re require to attend the school. We shouldn’t think that we did and we’re happy to have the things for school, but to appreciate and develop our knowledge by attending school. Enjoy the whole school year everyone. God bless to us students! *laban* xD &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#6633ff;"&gt;wheng &lt;3&lt;/span&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/7769671602210915173-166480158267863434?l=boutherthoughts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://boutherthoughts.blogspot.com/feeds/166480158267863434/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7769671602210915173&amp;postID=166480158267863434' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7769671602210915173/posts/default/166480158267863434'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7769671602210915173/posts/default/166480158267863434'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://boutherthoughts.blogspot.com/2009/06/going-back-to-school.html' title='Going Back to School ....'/><author><name>` when9tut --</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12676005577026561473</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/_SnAoTLepZ_E/SNzlTCAi1jI/AAAAAAAAAAM/v0jq60E4lpE/S220/sad+sad+daw+acou+...jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SnAoTLepZ_E/Sji_9LJSmPI/AAAAAAAAAL4/2T1tj5W1HSE/s72-c/xa.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7769671602210915173.post-8553588413459771886</id><published>2009-05-27T02:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-27T03:52:59.366-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The first and last experience ..</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#336666;"&gt;     Saturday 9 o’clock in the morning, I was disturbed by the noise of my best friend’s voice, Theresa with her boyfriend Norman. I then get up and asked what was the purpose to woke me up that morning. I was beamed after knowing that we will go for a mountain climbing. I picked up my things, call him on the phone for permission then ride on to Theresa’s home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;     Picking all the things needed, the group decided to depart the place past 12 o’clock in the afternoon. Unfortunately, there’s no elf going to the place. After waiting for almost an hour in a not so good place, finally we can go off the place and experience riding on a truck.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;     Unluckily, the rain poured and the 6 teens oblige to hike. It was raining and the ambiance affects the capability and strength of the teens. ( below)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#336666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#336666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SnAoTLepZ_E/Sh0ZSbAzd3I/AAAAAAAAAK4/AAmAsejT_Fw/s1600-h/100_5704.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#336666;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5340452537410746226" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SnAoTLepZ_E/Sh0ZSbAzd3I/AAAAAAAAAK4/AAmAsejT_Fw/s200/100_5704.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#336666;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SnAoTLepZ_E/Sh0X9nrRpCI/AAAAAAAAAKw/kJlIP4AJEAU/s1600-h/100_5707.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#336666;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5340451080521229346" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SnAoTLepZ_E/Sh0X9nrRpCI/AAAAAAAAAKw/kJlIP4AJEAU/s200/100_5707.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#336666;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#336666;"&gt;     After an hour, we finally reach the place where we’re going. It was still chilly and we’re absolutely drenched in the rain, or even our bags. In the place, everyone fix each thing, arrange and prepare the needed materials. It was 6:00 pm and the group was preparing their food for dinner. (Pork adobo and mixed eggs) and it was 8 or 9 pm when the group decided to lie down.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;     The sun rise (6am) and since I get up 9 or 10am at home this summer, it’s really an extraordinary incident that I woke up early enough to catch a glimpse of the attractive sunrise. After having our breakfast, the time has come for us to go in the most exciting activity for the day, the hot spring. The direction for the place was not just good, full of twists and turns. Anyone who will go for the place; be careful.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SnAoTLepZ_E/Sh0UJyjWKQI/AAAAAAAAAKo/eI3NcN3_o2U/s1600-h/100_5785.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#336666;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5340446891552680194" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 150px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SnAoTLepZ_E/Sh0UJyjWKQI/AAAAAAAAAKo/eI3NcN3_o2U/s200/100_5785.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#336666;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SnAoTLepZ_E/Sh0ShrWDDSI/AAAAAAAAAKg/Yihz9fj2Kp4/s1600-h/100_5899.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#336666;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5340445102911458594" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SnAoTLepZ_E/Sh0ShrWDDSI/AAAAAAAAAKg/Yihz9fj2Kp4/s200/100_5899.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#336666;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SnAoTLepZ_E/Sh0PJH6ofyI/AAAAAAAAAKY/dAwH3pwwgL4/s1600-h/100_5828.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#336666;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5340441382549487394" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 150px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SnAoTLepZ_E/Sh0PJH6ofyI/AAAAAAAAAKY/dAwH3pwwgL4/s200/100_5828.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#336666;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SnAoTLepZ_E/Sh0ONtZLi8I/AAAAAAAAAKQ/nZ9zA4EGlnU/s1600-h/100_5822.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#336666;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5340440361817574338" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SnAoTLepZ_E/Sh0ONtZLi8I/AAAAAAAAAKQ/nZ9zA4EGlnU/s200/100_5822.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#336666;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SnAoTLepZ_E/Sh0My1UTZkI/AAAAAAAAAKI/R8Fsv_M_pMI/s1600-h/100_5891.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#336666;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5340438800576505410" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SnAoTLepZ_E/Sh0My1UTZkI/AAAAAAAAAKI/R8Fsv_M_pMI/s200/100_5891.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#336666;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#336666;"&gt;     The place was great and perfect for families, friends, and anyone but then again it should be done carefully. Before you get through to the spring expect to walk with awkward steps. I find it so tiring but well, it’s challenging anyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;     After enjoying on the spring, we then go back to the place. I don’t feel well, sick and tired of climbing through the highland that’s why the planned to go home postponed. Everyone suffered and consider that it’s really an exhausted activity wherein you give all your force to reach the top. But somehow, it’ll help an individual to develop their strength and capacity.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#336666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#336666;"&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;     Due to the unexpected incident, the group settles all the things again and decided to stay in the place till tomorrow morning.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SnAoTLepZ_E/Sh0K9EoGTXI/AAAAAAAAAKA/7-9TDiCPraM/s1600-h/100_5984.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#336666;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5340436777461501298" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SnAoTLepZ_E/Sh0K9EoGTXI/AAAAAAAAAKA/7-9TDiCPraM/s200/100_5984.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#336666;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SnAoTLepZ_E/Sh0Jye19oRI/AAAAAAAAAJ4/VDX_3Dtfxe0/s1600-h/100_5987.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#336666;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5340435496008786194" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 150px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SnAoTLepZ_E/Sh0Jye19oRI/AAAAAAAAAJ4/VDX_3Dtfxe0/s200/100_5987.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#336666;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#336666;"&gt;     The night passed and we haven’t noticed that it’s another morning for us to start. I was stunned after knowing that my best friend Theresa feels weak that night but luckily, she feels good after she burst the food she ate. Well, It’s the day for us to come back home. Fortunately, Theresa and I were good after hearing that we won’t suffer that much to walk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#336666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#336666;"&gt;wheng &lt;3&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7769671602210915173-8553588413459771886?l=boutherthoughts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://boutherthoughts.blogspot.com/feeds/8553588413459771886/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7769671602210915173&amp;postID=8553588413459771886' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7769671602210915173/posts/default/8553588413459771886'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7769671602210915173/posts/default/8553588413459771886'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://boutherthoughts.blogspot.com/2009/05/first-and-last-experience.html' title='The first and last experience ..'/><author><name>` when9tut --</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12676005577026561473</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/_SnAoTLepZ_E/SNzlTCAi1jI/AAAAAAAAAAM/v0jq60E4lpE/S220/sad+sad+daw+acou+...jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SnAoTLepZ_E/Sh0ZSbAzd3I/AAAAAAAAAK4/AAmAsejT_Fw/s72-c/100_5704.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7769671602210915173.post-3446145213404382488</id><published>2009-05-18T01:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-18T01:55:53.696-07:00</updated><title type='text'>HE’S NOT JUST, SHE’S NOT HIS ...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;One chilly night, the couple scheduled the night for the chance to be acquainted with each other. They decided to go for a movie and express or speak out what would happen for the link they had been since the couple of weeks. So, as what expected, both share each other’s side, tell what they feel and having a make out loud laughed after sharing those funny and weird things. “Just let me to do this“, he said. “I can’t get enough, just don’t leave me”, the girl added.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The night had been so intent that the rain just wouldn’t stop. The movie ends but still the rain poured. After waiting for more than a few minutes, finally the couple comes to a decision. They leave the place and go for a dinner. (It’s past 11 o’clock) The guy makes a joke, the girl smiles. In the dining table, they seemed so odd that they looked each other’s eyes. Girl then stay away from his eyes and rinse her hands. While having a serious meal, the guy still looked at the girl. Being aware, the girl noticed and says “why? What’s wrong?” the guy stay looked and says “nothing”.  Girl smiles then “Okay”. The BBQ is now on sticks and so they talked for a while. “I just can’t do to make this better, I don’t want to be committed, I’m afraid,” the guy uttered. The girl doesn’t know how to respond, she says “No, its okay. I understand. You’ve been through a lot of affairs and I know you would really feel that. Maybe it’s just till here and you’re not just the one but I really don’t know. I just fall”. *guy still looked* “I know you’re not mine but I don’t want you to go”. *both smiles* &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The rain outside still poured, they wait for a vehicle and that time, the guy wants to do or to say something. After waiting, finally there’s a vehicle. The guy was just so sweet to be with the girl till she’ll arrive home. *girl feels pleased*. The night ended with a simple smile from the couple and the word “ingat”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---  Do they deserve to have their relationship?&lt;br /&gt;He got jealous, and she as well. She’s mad, he’s mad. They smile, and they sometimes both fighting. tssss. :&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;wheng &lt;3&lt;/strong&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/7769671602210915173-3446145213404382488?l=boutherthoughts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://boutherthoughts.blogspot.com/feeds/3446145213404382488/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7769671602210915173&amp;postID=3446145213404382488' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7769671602210915173/posts/default/3446145213404382488'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7769671602210915173/posts/default/3446145213404382488'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://boutherthoughts.blogspot.com/2009/05/hes-not-just-shes-not-his.html' title='HE’S NOT JUST, SHE’S NOT HIS ...'/><author><name>` when9tut --</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12676005577026561473</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/_SnAoTLepZ_E/SNzlTCAi1jI/AAAAAAAAAAM/v0jq60E4lpE/S220/sad+sad+daw+acou+...jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7769671602210915173.post-7281883806953108816</id><published>2009-04-26T08:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-26T09:35:22.651-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Photographs ..</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#333399;"&gt;New entry entitled Photographs is cool to hear. I should actually post this last Monday but maybe I’m in a state of being freak lazy. (lol) Monday has been chilly, it rains. After NSTP class, we have a 2 hours break for the next subject. We were about to while away our time while waiting for our IT125 (Ethics) subject, Tala, a friend and I decided to go for a walk. Here are some of the photographs as what my title’s display. It’s a full flower photos. Sorry ‘em not really a photographer. xD&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SnAoTLepZ_E/SfSEqkwwOfI/AAAAAAAAAJo/HWbdRIoSXU8/s1600-h/blog.bogembily.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#333399;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5329030126043675122" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SnAoTLepZ_E/SfSEqkwwOfI/AAAAAAAAAJo/HWbdRIoSXU8/s320/blog.bogembily.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#333399;"&gt; -bougainvillea-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#333399;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The pink bougainvillea which is located outside the school (volleyball court side) It looks so cool to see this cute little flowers, attractively looking because of its bright colors.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#333399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#333399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SnAoTLepZ_E/SfSEIvq9hHI/AAAAAAAAAJg/L0s2JFMGefw/s1600-h/flower.blog.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#333399;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5329029544856618098" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SnAoTLepZ_E/SfSEIvq9hHI/AAAAAAAAAJg/L0s2JFMGefw/s320/flower.blog.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#333399;"&gt;-pink flower-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#333399;"&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don’t know what the name is but that’s it. This flower got my attention because of its dazzling shades. A pink with a combination of white and a green leaves on it. There’s a bit drops from the rain and the green leaves looks endearing. It’s an eye-catching flower, really. That was located outside the school also, you can see that anywhere. *lol*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SnAoTLepZ_E/SfSD6qY5dwI/AAAAAAAAAJY/zJAfZzvyFxo/s1600-h/blog.hanging%27cool.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#333399;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5329029302920509186" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SnAoTLepZ_E/SfSD6qY5dwI/AAAAAAAAAJY/zJAfZzvyFxo/s320/blog.hanging%27cool.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#333399;"&gt; -hanging plants-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I was about to look for the entire place wherein we are the only student’s walking, I saw this hanging plants. I’m not sure if that’s the correct name for that plant I saw hanging but for sure t’was hanging.. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#333399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#333399;"&gt;wheng &lt;3&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#333399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7769671602210915173-7281883806953108816?l=boutherthoughts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://boutherthoughts.blogspot.com/feeds/7281883806953108816/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7769671602210915173&amp;postID=7281883806953108816' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7769671602210915173/posts/default/7281883806953108816'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7769671602210915173/posts/default/7281883806953108816'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://boutherthoughts.blogspot.com/2009/04/photographs.html' title='Photographs ..'/><author><name>` when9tut --</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12676005577026561473</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/_SnAoTLepZ_E/SNzlTCAi1jI/AAAAAAAAAAM/v0jq60E4lpE/S220/sad+sad+daw+acou+...jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SnAoTLepZ_E/SfSEqkwwOfI/AAAAAAAAAJo/HWbdRIoSXU8/s72-c/blog.bogembily.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7769671602210915173.post-7821186001643132611</id><published>2009-04-10T04:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-10T06:13:07.129-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Now she’s 17 ..</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;It’s been weeks. Maybe I’m just too busy doing things I don’t know. April is almost occupied with lots of events. Being inactive for the past few weeks, I admit and yeah without a doubt, I so miss doing a new entry for my blog. Now, I decided to post a new one for myself to ease my, maybe state of missing this pastime activity. Let me share to you the feeling of turning 17. [=  April 1 is ♥. I know it's too late to post this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She’s been living for 17 years and yeah, living for years makes us feel that we’re thankful. It is a good reason for everyone to live life to the fullest. Smile and enjoy. I was about to step up and turned into 17, and I don’t really know how it feels. I’m just happy that I’m still here, living with my family, with my dreams and there’s always YOU who support and guide me all through my way. I know it feels good to celebrate the day you born every year and you know what, that day, I just can’t help but thanked; for God was giving me a new life, New Year and a new beginning. It’s a great opportunity, really. I felt so happy after knowing that my friends didn’t forget my day. I received text messages, phone calls and maybe some gifts to remember. *thank you guys* It’s a warm-hearted feeling. xD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My day starts with a big smile. =D Bea, a niece greeted me “Happy Birthday Tita!” also Nica,her sister. It makes me feel so good. *giggles* When I was about to check my phones, I laughed out loud receiving a lot of greetings and wishes. *bata2 pa rin talaga iniisip nila sa akin, lol* from hs friends, cousins, and college friends, thank you everyone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the dining table, unfortunately my Dad murmured, I don’t know but I cried. He’d just let me know things. “Wag kang umiyak, hindi ako galit”, he added. Well, I know and I’ve got his point. I just feel cheerless what he did but that was fine. I understand.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Poverty is me, lols. I asked my parents to treat my friends instead of having a celebration at home. Good thing they agreed. 11 o’clock when my Mom and I go for a mall then Alvin texted me. We’d meet and stroll while waiting for others to go lunch together. It’s a special day. I treated my friends in Spaziò, Gaisano Mall. (Theresa, Pearl, Alvin, Edward) Unfortunately, my college friends were not present that day. *hiya2 pa kasi, loko2 lang* (peace prens)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It’s a cool experience. Being with my friends makes me feel so happy. Now, I’m 17 years young, *lol* I’m glad that I’m still here. My phone still beeped, still receiving greetings. It’s such an unforgettable day. [= &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;I LOVE YOU FRiENDS ! ♥&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;wheng &lt;3&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7769671602210915173-7821186001643132611?l=boutherthoughts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://boutherthoughts.blogspot.com/feeds/7821186001643132611/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7769671602210915173&amp;postID=7821186001643132611' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7769671602210915173/posts/default/7821186001643132611'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7769671602210915173/posts/default/7821186001643132611'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://boutherthoughts.blogspot.com/2009/04/now-shes-17.html' title='Now she’s 17 ..'/><author><name>` when9tut --</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12676005577026561473</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/_SnAoTLepZ_E/SNzlTCAi1jI/AAAAAAAAAAM/v0jq60E4lpE/S220/sad+sad+daw+acou+...jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7769671602210915173.post-4834647652890022294</id><published>2009-03-16T01:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-16T02:04:28.293-07:00</updated><title type='text'>CLASSES ENDED ..</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SnAoTLepZ_E/Sb4WByhb2TI/AAAAAAAAAI4/zqhQD2vu8tA/s1600-h/01082007(034).jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5313708830341454130" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SnAoTLepZ_E/Sb4WByhb2TI/AAAAAAAAAI4/zqhQD2vu8tA/s320/01082007(034).jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SnAoTLepZ_E/Sb4WBxSCrnI/AAAAAAAAAIw/sq7G6bRM7jw/s1600-h/01082007(032).jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5313708830008454770" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SnAoTLepZ_E/Sb4WBxSCrnI/AAAAAAAAAIw/sq7G6bRM7jw/s320/01082007(032).jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SnAoTLepZ_E/Sb4WBoLEbfI/AAAAAAAAAIo/Ve_u4Ajauf8/s1600-h/01082007(033).jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5313708827563290098" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SnAoTLepZ_E/Sb4WBoLEbfI/AAAAAAAAAIo/Ve_u4Ajauf8/s320/01082007(033).jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;Classrooms were soon to be in silence. Students will finally complete their agony for a year and quiet prepared for the summer. School buildings, canteens, student center, covered area, computer lab, etc. will be muted. All of it indicates that school year was going to an end. Everyone for sure were too thrilled for the upcoming summer vacation, however some were unhappy for they will going to take their summer classes. They used to consider summer classes as an enjoyable experience although maybe it wasn’t. I guess still it’s worthy because even if we exert an effort to study while others were enjoying their summer vacation, at least we learned something.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The experiences will surely stay for a long time. The immature will grown-up and yeah, we’re no longer freshmen but instead, a sophomore. The crazy things will maybe turn into solemn. The eleventh hour experiences will be a moral lesson that will surely makes us thinks that we shouldn’t did and maybe laugh when reminiscing. The saddest part of it was we won’t be together with the old friends that we used to be and we will adjust all over again. Not just for classmates, friends but also to the new teachers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now that the classes will end, I do hope that in spite of my duty to attend the summer classes, I will enjoy the seasonal days. I listed the things that I want to experience this coming summer. I don’t want to expect but all I know is that I want to be blessed with what might the summer brings. Being a student, summer usually starts in April. Opportunely, April is my month and it’s in a first day. It’s an opportunity to start the summer with my birthday. Hopefully, there will be a gathering or a celebration that day. *hoping*.My birthday was actually the first entry of my summer list. Next thing was the kada’s plan which is outing. It’s surely going to be a summer full of trip fun. Next to this was followed:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;→ To join the audition as a disc jockey&lt;br /&gt;→ Play instruments with friends&lt;br /&gt;→ Meet old friends&lt;br /&gt;→ Family outing and ‘kada outing&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;That was maybe a not so good idea but that was just the things I could deal on. I’m hoping to experience all of that. Anyway, thanks to those people who really forced me to join or agree to take the opportunity from someone to let my vocal sound be heard? (too bad) I love you guys! *smooches*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7769671602210915173-4834647652890022294?l=boutherthoughts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://boutherthoughts.blogspot.com/feeds/4834647652890022294/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7769671602210915173&amp;postID=4834647652890022294' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7769671602210915173/posts/default/4834647652890022294'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7769671602210915173/posts/default/4834647652890022294'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://boutherthoughts.blogspot.com/2009/03/classes-ended.html' title='CLASSES ENDED ..'/><author><name>` when9tut --</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12676005577026561473</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/_SnAoTLepZ_E/SNzlTCAi1jI/AAAAAAAAAAM/v0jq60E4lpE/S220/sad+sad+daw+acou+...jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SnAoTLepZ_E/Sb4WByhb2TI/AAAAAAAAAI4/zqhQD2vu8tA/s72-c/01082007(034).jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7769671602210915173.post-6659796877468256366</id><published>2009-03-14T10:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-14T11:20:25.846-07:00</updated><title type='text'>FiNALS ..</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ff6666;"&gt;The week is now open for another anxious in a student’s list every semester. Payments were ready so long with the clearance by each college. Every student must compile the 2 main and important things for them to take the examination. It’s always a student’s drama. We all admitted that having a clearance is quite annoying. It’s an important thing to be done for it is one of the requirements for students to take the exam that’s why they're enforced to do so. It’s a final examination yet I don’t know what will be the result. All I want is to pass all the subjects especially the major one, &lt;u&gt;IT 121/&lt;/u&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;Programming 1.&lt;/u&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;All of the struggle will finally end and yes! next is summer. After this obstacle, I know students will have their own way of celebrating their summer vacation. To the entire student’s who will going to take their exams, god bless to US! God is always there, this will surely end! *aja!*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#ff6666;"&gt;It'll end here .. [; I need to finish my research papers.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;wheng &lt;3&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/7769671602210915173-6659796877468256366?l=boutherthoughts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://boutherthoughts.blogspot.com/feeds/6659796877468256366/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7769671602210915173&amp;postID=6659796877468256366' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7769671602210915173/posts/default/6659796877468256366'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7769671602210915173/posts/default/6659796877468256366'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://boutherthoughts.blogspot.com/2009/03/finals.html' title='FiNALS ..'/><author><name>` when9tut --</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12676005577026561473</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/_SnAoTLepZ_E/SNzlTCAi1jI/AAAAAAAAAAM/v0jq60E4lpE/S220/sad+sad+daw+acou+...jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7769671602210915173.post-5633822162234585478</id><published>2009-03-05T05:50:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-03-05T06:23:47.039-08:00</updated><title type='text'>soon to be 18 ..</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#66cccc;"&gt;A tiring day. i don't know why I decided to post another entry but well, not a big deal. (LOL) Just want to share things about &lt;em&gt;debut&lt;/em&gt; .. haha! feel ko lang gawing title.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#66cccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#66cccc;"&gt;Maybe soon to be but actually next year pa. neaha (LOL) I would just like to share my thoughts or maybe plans on how to celebrate my 18th birthday next year, April 1, 2010. *giggles* It was such a cool idea to post this (la lang, haha. basta) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66cccc;"&gt;Anyway, girls most awaited birthday on their lives was their 18th and yeah! I was a bit excited for that special day. Some girls used to celebrate their natal day with the special persons of their lives; family, relatives, long lost friends, elementary, high school and even college friends. With the cool venue, nice arrangements, yummy foods, having a party with those casual persons is maybe one of their plans. Pero ibahin niyo ako (haha. LOL!) Maybe before I appreciated those kinds of celebration but for now, just as I thought “HiNDi NA” I just realized ---&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66cccc;"&gt;↓&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66cccc;"&gt;↓&lt;br /&gt;Why do we need to make it special if we really can’t afford that kind of celebration?&lt;br /&gt;Why force?&lt;br /&gt;Why need to do a lot of things if it wasn’t just that easy?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66cccc;"&gt;-- I guess the best and good answer for that is “GO if you really and has a dots to pay and a BIG NO if you just can’t” No more other reasons but you just need to accept it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66cccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66cccc;"&gt;Just these past few months, I decided to make a plan for my 18th birthday. Well, some used to celebrate it with their family, relatives and friends—so I was. I would like to have a small and simple party BUT gusto ko sa ibang place. I mean not just here, but sa ibang lugar. haha! (demanding) Mas malayo as much as possible (hope so) Basta, kahit saan as long as kasama ko lang family ko elsewhere. So much for that, syempre hindi mawawala mga friends ko, while I’m here I want to have a cool party with my friends earlier before my birthday. Kahit ganun lang, I know everyone will enjoy. Hope everything of this will be granted (sana talaga)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66cccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66cccc;"&gt;Wonder what are those gifts I want to receive in that day? Secret, haha. LOL. No, basta yun ‘yong bagay na gusto ko since 3rd year high school pa ako. [; Sana magkaroon na ako nun. weee. pahabol na din yung bagay na nagustuhan ko ngayon. goodluck sa akin. XD&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66cccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66cccc;"&gt;wheng &lt;3&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7769671602210915173-5633822162234585478?l=boutherthoughts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://boutherthoughts.blogspot.com/feeds/5633822162234585478/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7769671602210915173&amp;postID=5633822162234585478' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7769671602210915173/posts/default/5633822162234585478'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7769671602210915173/posts/default/5633822162234585478'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://boutherthoughts.blogspot.com/2009/03/soon-to-be-18.html' title='soon to be 18 ..'/><author><name>` when9tut --</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12676005577026561473</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/_SnAoTLepZ_E/SNzlTCAi1jI/AAAAAAAAAAM/v0jq60E4lpE/S220/sad+sad+daw+acou+...jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7769671602210915173.post-1358808050035029534</id><published>2009-02-16T21:01:00.002-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-16T21:06:42.160-08:00</updated><title type='text'>THE UNEXPECTED THING</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ff9966;"&gt;2 days after Heart’s Day, I received a group of things into a parcel. It’s unexpected, really. I was out from the bathroom when my mother informed me there’s something I should be noticed. After a sudden, my eyes were just wide open that I’m out of blue and all my mind could come up was “What a weird thing, uh god! It’s a strange thing” After mom signed, she asked me if who was that person who’d got an interest to send me such things. I just say “I don’t know who’s that weird person is, well thanks to him.” Going inside the room, I felt so weird that it really intrigued me. When I was about to look for the sender, I’m surprise to know that it’s really unexpected. Well, when I opened the plastic bag, I felt so pleasant and at the same time humiliated, for I received something which is I never expected and that makes me feel so shy about it. The thing inside was a small and cute stuff toys, a plastic flower and a heart-shaped Styrofoam, and the sweetest one, a tobleron chocolate. *uh, I so love it!* &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ff9966;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ff9966;"&gt;After taking a look, I then wear my pants and shirt, for my sister was waiting for me. Leaving it on my bed, I feel an air against my skin; seems there must be things I should consider to be thanked for. I just looked up and whispered in the air, “Thank God.” Well, I’m delighted, glad, and blissful for what I had just received. It was really a nice thing to consider valuable. My mind was spinning round and round if what would be the best thing to do to give it back, something that would make him happy. Unfortunately, I didn’t have some idea. While I’m with my sister, still my mind was being so occupied with some thoughts. I just hoped by that time that it would be better than doing usual things.&lt;br /&gt;It such a great experience, maybe weird but cool. First timer really feels unexplainable after experiencing such. Feeling overwhelmed was on me, also flattered. I don’t really expect this to happen. Well, I’m just too blessed that in my whole life, I mean a part of my life; I’ve given a chance to feel so happy. Gathering some ideas on my mind, I carry out that being loved is one of the best reasons to be inspired, that blessings would come to, and that we should really appreciate every little thing in life. I realized that everything in life should be valued and that wouldn’t be wasted, for it has their own purposes and reasons. I know it’s not that easy to, but being so appreciated and appreciated into specific thing was one of a good phenomenon in life. What matters most is, though there were some who didn’t appreciate the feature or item, still it deserves to be glad about and be thankful for. I don’t know what to say but as I wrote this composition, I was just so lucky to be loved, appreciated, and so glad. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ff9966;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Message for you:&lt;br /&gt;Thanks for the things, I so appreciate it. Thanks for the effort, determination to send me such like these; it was really a God-given gift. You said it’s worthy, yes it is. It’s so compassionate. I don’t know how to thank you but I would like you to know that I’m so happy to have this. THANK YOU! *giggles*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ff9966;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ff9966;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ff9966;"&gt;wheng &lt;3&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/7769671602210915173-1358808050035029534?l=boutherthoughts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://boutherthoughts.blogspot.com/feeds/1358808050035029534/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7769671602210915173&amp;postID=1358808050035029534' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7769671602210915173/posts/default/1358808050035029534'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7769671602210915173/posts/default/1358808050035029534'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://boutherthoughts.blogspot.com/2009/02/unexpected-thing.html' title='THE UNEXPECTED THING'/><author><name>` when9tut --</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12676005577026561473</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/_SnAoTLepZ_E/SNzlTCAi1jI/AAAAAAAAAAM/v0jq60E4lpE/S220/sad+sad+daw+acou+...jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7769671602210915173.post-8830647015802932768</id><published>2009-02-16T19:33:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-16T19:35:49.696-08:00</updated><title type='text'>How’s your Valentines?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#339999;"&gt;Oh it’s too late to post this but still it’s not bad to share things about heart’s day. Well, being unloved or should I say single is quiet good, for I can do a lot of things. Heart’s day is cool to hear but unfortunately, they were some who didn’t enjoy though and I’m weak to say I’m one of them. The day starts when I woke up. Its 9 o’clock and that makes me think that I’m too late. Doing rush thing, it’s almost 11 o’clock when I went to school but before that, the unexpected thing happened. It was just that my mom won’t give me my regular “baon” and when I try to ask her a money to pay for a somewhat called acrobatics which is part of the activity in school, she refuse to give me. The thing is, she’s murmuring and duh! I don’t like it, I so hate it when someone is murmuring, that was disgusting! After doing things just to have what I want, still it ended bad. I just don’t get it but I cried. I don’t know but the anger and conscience hit me back. When my tears stopped, I then quickly picked my bag up, then go for a walk. Trying to simmer down, swept tears and do what should I do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At school, luckily, nakapag log-out pa ako. It was not that good day, really. I felt so pity after doing it. Fortunately, my friends saved my day. They try to do such things for me not to worry about what had just happened. The acrobatics is about to start and I don’t know what to do because I don’t have money to pay for the ticket. My friends were just too good to let me borrow for me to attend the said activity. After all, it was not just for fun, its part of our participation in our university week and also we’re required for the signing of clearance. Maybe I was not just good to act the past hours because it’s really important. Amazed, interesting and quiet terrific was our reaction after looking for the excavation of the performers, at least I’m happy after being so badtrip. After the acrobatics, I decided to text Alvin, a friend to be with me for the whole night because I don’t feel going home yet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alvin and I, also Mellissa, a friend joined us. We stroll, talked, shared, and doing such crazy things. I was just so bad to take a great pride after what happened early that morning. I went back home late, it was about 1 o’clock in the morning, I guess. I didn’t expect they would let me to come in. In my room, after eating the love donuts given to me from my sister, I then open my desktop and type this. It was a not so good Valentine’s day. I so hate the fact that for a lot of things to happened, why this happened? Usually, I don’t want to feel something for my parents.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But well, I know soon I’ll forget the pain that caused the tears and why I cried. I would just come to realize that the essence of the Valentine is not just about share love together but letting things to do so though it will just end it bad. At least we learned and that was simply called an experience to face. What matters is the love still up and around. So, the things I experienced was not that bad, still experiencing those kind of thing makes a sense.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7769671602210915173-8830647015802932768?l=boutherthoughts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://boutherthoughts.blogspot.com/feeds/8830647015802932768/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7769671602210915173&amp;postID=8830647015802932768' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7769671602210915173/posts/default/8830647015802932768'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7769671602210915173/posts/default/8830647015802932768'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://boutherthoughts.blogspot.com/2009/02/hows-your-valentines.html' title='How’s your Valentines?'/><author><name>` when9tut --</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12676005577026561473</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/_SnAoTLepZ_E/SNzlTCAi1jI/AAAAAAAAAAM/v0jq60E4lpE/S220/sad+sad+daw+acou+...jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7769671602210915173.post-3275622294629658263</id><published>2009-02-11T01:19:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-11T01:24:58.893-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Integration ...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;It has been 3 weeks being too busy serving and trying to adopted all the children’s on the our respective chapel which assigned to us by our professor, Mr. Rabindranath. Just Around 1:00 pm, from school, we proceeded to the place. On a special day, when we visit there, all the children’s were too excited as if they’re longing to see us, and that was quiet funny for us. After the lessons, bible story, catechetical songs, or even games, we tried to ask them what they had learned. The best and good answer we heard was they learned how to love one another and respect each other especially their parents.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In behalf of all our sufferings or even the presence of all the children’s for the 3 consecutive weeks (probably every Saturday), we prepared a food. It was just a sandwich with a so-what called “bihon” on it and a piece of juice. Also, we gave them some candies and chocolates. Luckily, spending a lot of things was just worth it. We don’t even know how it feels after giving them such. As a normal student, we really don’t know why were doing it but we just find it out, that it was fun doing things especially to helped others. It was fun, really.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tala (a close friend) and I usually appreciated simple things but in that moment, we just don’t get it. I mean, we’re too serious and happy the way we looked those cute little kids playing and laughing. *Oh sigh* seeing them happy melts our heart. They’re one of the reasons why we always smile. The sad was, we won’t see them again. *sob*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;New learning’s, unforgettable experience, some pictures to remember, last minute preparation and more.. These are the things we considered that it was all worth it. It feels good to know that we have the effort and generosity to squeeze something out of our pockets to share. However, if you come to think about it, Sharing is not all about you just share. It’s a good thing to send smile to others.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After the session, all went back to school for some important matters. It was really a good and cool experience, to share what we have to others. I don’t know if what’s next after this but all I can say, being part of the said Integration Program is good. I learned, share and suffered which is one of the factor of an individual should have. At least, it’s worth it. Blessed to us who appreciated all we did.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;                                                                                                                                                                              &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;                                                                                                                                                                               wheng &lt;3&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7769671602210915173-3275622294629658263?l=boutherthoughts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://boutherthoughts.blogspot.com/feeds/3275622294629658263/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7769671602210915173&amp;postID=3275622294629658263' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7769671602210915173/posts/default/3275622294629658263'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7769671602210915173/posts/default/3275622294629658263'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://boutherthoughts.blogspot.com/2009/02/integration.html' title='The Integration ...'/><author><name>` when9tut --</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12676005577026561473</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/_SnAoTLepZ_E/SNzlTCAi1jI/AAAAAAAAAAM/v0jq60E4lpE/S220/sad+sad+daw+acou+...jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7769671602210915173.post-5723770848572760855</id><published>2009-01-28T16:10:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-28T16:14:31.118-08:00</updated><title type='text'>ONCE UPON A TIME ..</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;Once upon a time, there was a girl you wouldn’t really call her typical. A girl with a lot of things to share, a good smile to be kept hidden and a simple life the way she is. She has her own definition of cool. She lived in her own world but in the world with a lot of people called her friends. She’s got into them; she loves it when she’s in her friends. She has her own style- her own rules. The style of being a simple Filipina girl and that’s how’d she was looking forward; to do things as simple as it is. Also, the rule of simplicity is one of her rule. It doesn’t need a social lifestyle; even a simple one thing for her is appreciated. She played along like it was usual. You couldn’t see her alone. For her, laughing all day is a very good exercise. You’ll see her with an out loud laugh on her face. She’s into with it.&lt;br /&gt;Dreaming all day- that’s all she did. Being a big dreamer was acted like that. She tried to do anything for her dreams. And that’ll be one day; she’s got all of it. She likes to make everyone curious. Nobody really even knew her whole personality except friends cause she was prefer to keep it private specially to those people who she really don’t know but she’s interested to make friends with other and that’s the time, she’ll share things all about her life. To her, life was one big game. You play for it and it’s up to you if you’ll accept the consequences. Her life is good that it makes her feel happy though. She loves her life and she is trying to keep it alive and rock it yoe!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7769671602210915173-5723770848572760855?l=boutherthoughts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://boutherthoughts.blogspot.com/feeds/5723770848572760855/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7769671602210915173&amp;postID=5723770848572760855' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7769671602210915173/posts/default/5723770848572760855'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7769671602210915173/posts/default/5723770848572760855'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://boutherthoughts.blogspot.com/2009/01/once-upon-time.html' title='ONCE UPON A TIME ..'/><author><name>` when9tut --</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12676005577026561473</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/_SnAoTLepZ_E/SNzlTCAi1jI/AAAAAAAAAAM/v0jq60E4lpE/S220/sad+sad+daw+acou+...jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7769671602210915173.post-1484702311364896887</id><published>2009-01-26T20:17:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-26T21:03:42.544-08:00</updated><title type='text'>GAGO KA PIPOY!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Sobrang nakakahiya. Alam mo bang hindi ko maintindihan kung ano nararamdaman ko during that time? PIPOY! Bakit ba hindi mawala sa'yo ang pagiging makulit? Ilagay mo naman sana sa lugar! Sobrang nakakahiya, alam mo ba yun? Bakit ba sa halos araw araw nangungulit ka? Ano ba problema mo? err. Nakakahiya. Nabadtrip ako at hindi ako natatahimik. Sobra talaga akong nahiya. Tama bang gawin mo yun sa oras ng klase na at tahimik ang lahat? Worst is bakit dun mo pa sinabi sa mga taong nakakainis? &lt;em&gt;*wew*&lt;/em&gt; Nakakainis ka pipoy! sobra. *sob* Sana naman isipin mo muna gagawin mo bago mo gawin. Nakakainis ka! Pinahiya mo ako! Basta ang alam ko &lt;u&gt;WALANG KATOTOHANAN ANG LAHAT NG SINABI MO!&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wala na akong masabi, nabura ko pa! badtrip. errr.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7769671602210915173-1484702311364896887?l=boutherthoughts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://boutherthoughts.blogspot.com/feeds/1484702311364896887/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7769671602210915173&amp;postID=1484702311364896887' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7769671602210915173/posts/default/1484702311364896887'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7769671602210915173/posts/default/1484702311364896887'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://boutherthoughts.blogspot.com/2009/01/gago-ka-pipoy.html' title='GAGO KA PIPOY!!'/><author><name>` when9tut --</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12676005577026561473</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/_SnAoTLepZ_E/SNzlTCAi1jI/AAAAAAAAAAM/v0jq60E4lpE/S220/sad+sad+daw+acou+...jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7769671602210915173.post-570371149203306992</id><published>2009-01-26T03:30:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-26T03:32:27.511-08:00</updated><title type='text'>LiFE iS WORTH LiViNG ..</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#003300;"&gt;My day seemed to be upset. I don’t know why but I just got an interest to write down all my ideas in mind. I mean maybe my mind was just full packed that it makes me feel to do this. When I was about to open my desktop, I think things. I don’t even know why that’s the title. I know it won’t take this long.&lt;br /&gt;Life is all about the fact that people to live for. It’s a chance, an opportunity of an individual to deal on. It’s such a good experience life brings to everyone, in fact, it is the most good thing God given to us. Every day in one’s experience must be thankful; for it is another life to be focus. I know everyone love the life they had. It might be neither sad, nor happy but whatever life may gets, still life has always been good for us. It just happened that things happened for a reason and yeah! We live for a reason. We need to deal on it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For the 16 years of living, my life has been good. It was just an option of yes or no. Yes if I did, no if I didn’t. I really don’t know what my whole life is all about but I believe that whatever I chose has a reason for the goodness of my own and my family. I am a person with a goals, dreams, and plans—I’m a big dreamer. Also, I’m a positive thinker, a student with purpose and I so love the people who were always there for me- my family, relatives, friends. My everyday life is to be treasured. Well, all I want in life is the essence of happiness and success but I know things must be a game. You play, you win or lose. I wanna know the key to success, for I live into happiness not for sadness. Life is everything. It is an experience, an important part being a person and a good reason to smile every now and then. People do experience this; every step is an endless point. Every minute is a life so, don’t waste time. Enjoy your life to the fullest! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#003300;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#003300;"&gt;                                                                                                            wheng &lt;3&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7769671602210915173-570371149203306992?l=boutherthoughts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://boutherthoughts.blogspot.com/feeds/570371149203306992/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7769671602210915173&amp;postID=570371149203306992' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7769671602210915173/posts/default/570371149203306992'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7769671602210915173/posts/default/570371149203306992'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://boutherthoughts.blogspot.com/2009/01/life-is-worth-living.html' title='LiFE iS WORTH LiViNG ..'/><author><name>` when9tut --</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12676005577026561473</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/_SnAoTLepZ_E/SNzlTCAi1jI/AAAAAAAAAAM/v0jq60E4lpE/S220/sad+sad+daw+acou+...jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7769671602210915173.post-4988493596458421220</id><published>2009-01-24T00:15:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-27T00:07:51.605-08:00</updated><title type='text'>first day integration activity ..</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SnAoTLepZ_E/SX7Als56ZCI/AAAAAAAAAIg/juq4RTvir34/s1600-h/catechism.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5295881965776036898" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SnAoTLepZ_E/SX7Als56ZCI/AAAAAAAAAIg/juq4RTvir34/s320/catechism.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;This is another day for sufferings. I so hate the fact that I’m too busy doing things with a purpose. The R.E. Integration program started just this day and yeah! It was kind’ a tiring. We so hate it that it makes us feel boring at all. I really don’t like the day, it was all about practice, teach, and going like nowhere. Finally, here I am. Sitting here (a-walk), looking for some stuff, checking some sites, and doing another entry.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, we are intended to meet the so-what called children’s in a place (Devine Mercy Chapel, Bulaong) which is where we are going to do the things we must for 3 Saturdays. Every minute is like an every drop of perspiration. Sweating, looked so weird. We just don’t know why we did things like these but we guess we just have to. An hour passed, Sir Rabindranath arrived, and collects our parent’s permit for the said activity. Unfortunately, I left it at home but I tried to ask Sir to bring it on Monday instead. Good thing, he agreed. The place was actually quiet good but the catechists were just unlucky to meet the smell of all the children’s. Sorry but we just smell bad that it couldn’t help us. After 3 hours of sacrificing, finally we ended it well. I guess the children enjoyed and so we were though we just don’t like some things there. We cleaned the area, and going here (school) after. Maybe it was the shot that makes us feel happy then. We’ve been clicking here, clicking there and where ever.(only 1 pic above) When were on our way to school, we’d some chit chats with a group. We are trying to share what we had feel for the first day of our Integration program and also we’ve tried to share what could we do when one of our group was quiet annoying. She’s just too bad not to act good with the kids and it was quiet disappointing for us. Without even knowing, everyone noticed her. Well, we can’t do anything about it. (piling lang tlgah nea)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So much for that, now is the socio-cultural night. I guess everyone was already in the court area for it was about to start. While typing, TALA and I saw the girls passing by with their cute outfit. We imagined if what if we wear those kinds of jeans during our university week? Well, we just attracted for it was very cool to look for. This moment, the alumni walk was so peaceful. No more student’s (except us), laptops, and noise. I just wanna share the today’s tiring experiences and now? I’m tired of typing. Thanks for the time to read this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                                                                                                                            &lt;u&gt;wheng &lt;3&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7769671602210915173-4988493596458421220?l=boutherthoughts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://boutherthoughts.blogspot.com/feeds/4988493596458421220/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7769671602210915173&amp;postID=4988493596458421220' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7769671602210915173/posts/default/4988493596458421220'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7769671602210915173/posts/default/4988493596458421220'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://boutherthoughts.blogspot.com/2009/01/first-day-integration-activity.html' title='first day integration activity ..'/><author><name>` when9tut --</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12676005577026561473</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/_SnAoTLepZ_E/SNzlTCAi1jI/AAAAAAAAAAM/v0jq60E4lpE/S220/sad+sad+daw+acou+...jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SnAoTLepZ_E/SX7Als56ZCI/AAAAAAAAAIg/juq4RTvir34/s72-c/catechism.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7769671602210915173.post-1536258014349929180</id><published>2009-01-17T05:10:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-19T23:25:47.464-08:00</updated><title type='text'>d' last last friday funny moments ..</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SnAoTLepZ_E/SXHfa_4hFQI/AAAAAAAAAIQ/aLK-JtZ6aIU/s1600-h/blog2.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5292256692055119106" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SnAoTLepZ_E/SXHfa_4hFQI/AAAAAAAAAIQ/aLK-JtZ6aIU/s320/blog2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;-a stolen shot of Sir-&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SnAoTLepZ_E/SXHd4ZhtIdI/AAAAAAAAAII/rr6Dz_qmEEk/s1600-h/blog4.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5292254998131712466" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SnAoTLepZ_E/SXHd4ZhtIdI/AAAAAAAAAII/rr6Dz_qmEEk/s320/blog4.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;-Joan wearing Arghie's shoes- (nkiepal pa shoes ku oh)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SnAoTLepZ_E/SXHdRzW88oI/AAAAAAAAAIA/uE3habNUPTE/s1600-h/blog3.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5292254335051035266" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SnAoTLepZ_E/SXHdRzW88oI/AAAAAAAAAIA/uE3habNUPTE/s320/blog3.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;exchange shoes (Joan, Arghie)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#cc6600;"&gt;Last last Friday, we had funny moments together with taldot, joan, arghie. Along with the Museum (General Paulino Santos Museum) in school, we were there to spend the hours left. The moments start when Joan was left unconscious on how to tell her mom that her phone was in trouble. She was in the net café when she noticed her phone and wallet was not in her bag. The phone and wallet (about 500 pesos) was gone just for an hour. They noticed someone but they just don’t care ‘coz they never think what was that guy’s intention. After a sudden, the find out that she has no choice but to accept the fact that her day was not just fine that something will happen. But well, the thing is, Joan still manages to laugh though and that was quiet funny. haha. lol. She almost cried; tears of joy because of what we did.&lt;br /&gt;We just did things to while away Joan’s sad moment that time. We did a lot of things just to laugh including the funniest thing we did. The exchange shoes thing. (above)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#cc6600;"&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#cc6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#cc6600;"&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#cc6600;"&gt;Another thing is the stolen shot of Sir Rabindranath (our Religion teacher) that was taken when he was discussing about the catechetical instructions. Tala and I was nothing to do while listening to his instruction. She decided to do things on her own, we play together. I tried to borrow taldots phone and I just don’t know why I take Sir a stolen shot. haha, lol. 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Don’t know where to start and haven’t pictures to post. So, what would be the reason I wrote? (LOL) hmm, just want to add another entry though. I’ll share the family outing we had this day maybe tomorrow. What if I’ll share my plans on my 18th birthday? Cool idea. Now, just read it if you’re interested. If not, wag na lang? hehe, sayang time mo. Here’s how it goes. Lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe soon to be but actually next year pa. I would just like to share my thoughts or maybe plans on how to celebrate my 18th birthday next year, April 1, 2010. It was such a cool idea to post this (la lang, haha)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;Anyway, girls most awaited birthday on their lives was their 18th and yeah! I was a bit excited for that special day. Some girls used to celebrate their natal day with the special persons of their lives; family, relatives, long lost friends, elementary, high school and even college friends. With the cool venue, nice arrangements, yummy foods, having a party with those casual persons is maybe one of their plans. Pero ibahin niyo ako (haha. LOL!) Maybe before I appreciated those kinds of celebration but for now, just as I thought “HiNDi NA” I just realized.&lt;br /&gt;Why do we need to make it special if we really can’t afford that kind of celebration?&lt;br /&gt;Why force?&lt;br /&gt;Why need to do a lot of things if it wasn’t just that easy?&lt;br /&gt;I guess the best and good answer for that is “GO if you really and has a dots to pay and a BIG NO if you just can’t” No more other reasons but you just need to accept it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;Just these past few months, I decided to make a plan for my 18th birthday. Well, some used to celebrate it with their family, relatives and friends—so I was. I would like to have a small and simple party BUT gusto ko sa ibang place. I mean not just here, but sa ibang lugar. Mas malayo as much as possible (hope so) Basta, kahit saan as long as kasama ko lang family ko elsewhere. So much for that, syempre hindi mawawala mga friends ko, while I’m here I want to have a cool party with my friends earlier before my birthday. Kahit ganun lang, I know everyone will enjoy. Hope everything of this will be granted (sana talaga)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wonder what are those gifts I want to receive in that day? Secret, haha. LOL. No, basta yun ‘yong bagay na gusto ko since 3rd year high school pa ako. (;&lt;br /&gt;Sana magkaroon na ako nun. weee. Medyo napagod ata ako? Hanggang dito na lang? oo, dito na lang muna. (rotfl) ala aman kakwenta kwenta ang post na 'to ih. haha. la lan tlgah akong trip neun.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7769671602210915173-2528607059734600347?l=boutherthoughts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://boutherthoughts.blogspot.com/feeds/2528607059734600347/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7769671602210915173&amp;postID=2528607059734600347' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7769671602210915173/posts/default/2528607059734600347'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7769671602210915173/posts/default/2528607059734600347'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://boutherthoughts.blogspot.com/2009/01/soon-to-be-18.html' title='soon to be 18 ...'/><author><name>` when9tut --</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12676005577026561473</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/_SnAoTLepZ_E/SNzlTCAi1jI/AAAAAAAAAAM/v0jq60E4lpE/S220/sad+sad+daw+acou+...jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7769671602210915173.post-6104698636825676593</id><published>2009-01-12T08:11:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-12T16:48:26.118-08:00</updated><title type='text'>a new URL ((=</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;here to inform y'all that due to other's demand, my new URL now is &lt;/span&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;http://boutherthoughts.blogspot.com&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt; &lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;.. please do switch to these URL not the old one (&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://whengtutx01.blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;http://whengtutx01.blogspot.com&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;) that was supposed to be herthoughts but it's not available nymore. thanks!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;love ♥&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/7769671602210915173-6104698636825676593?l=boutherthoughts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://boutherthoughts.blogspot.com/feeds/6104698636825676593/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7769671602210915173&amp;postID=6104698636825676593' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7769671602210915173/posts/default/6104698636825676593'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7769671602210915173/posts/default/6104698636825676593'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://boutherthoughts.blogspot.com/2009/01/new-url.html' title='a new URL ((='/><author><name>` when9tut --</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12676005577026561473</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/_SnAoTLepZ_E/SNzlTCAi1jI/AAAAAAAAAAM/v0jq60E4lpE/S220/sad+sad+daw+acou+...jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7769671602210915173.post-7833138032846483941</id><published>2009-01-12T07:24:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-12T07:38:56.394-08:00</updated><title type='text'>BEiNG A TEENAGER ..</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SnAoTLepZ_E/SWthxDaZjpI/AAAAAAAAAHs/demOwdTUdW0/s1600-h/18.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5290429682634296978" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SnAoTLepZ_E/SWthxDaZjpI/AAAAAAAAAHs/demOwdTUdW0/s320/18.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;"where am I?" (LOL)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SnAoTLepZ_E/SWthX5doqcI/AAAAAAAAAHk/S8ZZfKZEYSY/s1600-h/1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5290429250466785730" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SnAoTLepZ_E/SWthX5doqcI/AAAAAAAAAHk/S8ZZfKZEYSY/s200/1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;[kcc with budz]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330099;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SnAoTLepZ_E/SWthB1aoSYI/AAAAAAAAAHc/iwHsS5X4Xxc/s1600-h/17.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5290428871423314306" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SnAoTLepZ_E/SWthB1aoSYI/AAAAAAAAAHc/iwHsS5X4Xxc/s200/17.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;-close friend-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#330099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;Teenager has been good in one’s life. In that, they can do a lot of things including the “such crazy”, “unforgettable moments” and “developing one’s self”. It was a fact that age just wouldn’t stop that’s why we also ended the times of being a teenager. Just as we were about to start being a teen, we’re too excited to know certain things we might encounter. It’s true that being a teen is cool; having a party, meeting new and lot of friends, going out with friends, night outs, experiencing having a partner, or maybe an inspiration. Teenager spent a lot of time with friends, maybe some with their boyfriend/girlfriend. Usually, people prefer to enjoy their teenage times with their friends; having gimiks, being here, being there. That’s how they spent their moments together. Not all the time it’s good to do those things, we also have our limitations.&lt;br /&gt;Lately, I realized that I need to do things. As a teen, I shouldn’t be irresponsible when it comes to my family and also with my studies. I know it’s not advisable also to just left or maybe don’t give any respect to others but I often did. It’s the greatest thing I regretted and ashamed of. There must be a change!&lt;br /&gt;Well, it’s really awesome to feel or experience being a teen. You meet friends; you were each other’s comfort during trying times and who were always there for you no matter what. I know everyone don’t want to be referred as a freak or bitch! We can only prove that to them by showing the real you. Not the plastic one, but the real you. So, it’s better to be a good person than being a desperate and a plastic jerk! Maybe we wonder how long it would stay. Well, as long as you’re living, you can still manage to see yourself as a teen for being a self-lover. Try to do things which is good for yourself then that’s the way it is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Friends:&lt;br /&gt;We are definitely teenagers—carefree, young and wise. We’ve got used to it! Stay stay stay. LOVEYOU! C:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wheng &lt;3&lt;/span&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/7769671602210915173-7833138032846483941?l=boutherthoughts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://boutherthoughts.blogspot.com/feeds/7833138032846483941/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7769671602210915173&amp;postID=7833138032846483941' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7769671602210915173/posts/default/7833138032846483941'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7769671602210915173/posts/default/7833138032846483941'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://boutherthoughts.blogspot.com/2009/01/being-teenager_12.html' title='BEiNG A TEENAGER ..'/><author><name>` when9tut --</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12676005577026561473</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/_SnAoTLepZ_E/SNzlTCAi1jI/AAAAAAAAAAM/v0jq60E4lpE/S220/sad+sad+daw+acou+...jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SnAoTLepZ_E/SWthxDaZjpI/AAAAAAAAAHs/demOwdTUdW0/s72-c/18.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7769671602210915173.post-7941196442742933950</id><published>2009-01-11T21:17:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-11T21:40:24.298-08:00</updated><title type='text'>She is …</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;She is kind, understanding and caring. She knows where her limits is, she’s friendly. She’s a kind of girl who never lets you down. She will never leave you alone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Guys …&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;* When she wakes up, be sure that you’ve sent her a message, probably an inspirational quote.&lt;br /&gt;* She loves blue; make sure every little material thing you’ll give is blue.&lt;br /&gt;* Pooh is her favorite cartoon character.&lt;br /&gt;* Be sure that you’re ready to wait for a long time. She’s always late for a minute.&lt;br /&gt;* Always bring with you your alcohol/hand sanitizer. She might need it.&lt;br /&gt;* She loves chocolates, ice cream, and pasta’s.&lt;br /&gt;* Oopz, tell her that you don’t want sexy girls so she has to be fat.&lt;br /&gt;* Avoid having a lot of reasons when you’ve made a mistake.&lt;br /&gt;* She loves to write anything from time to time. Let her to hold her pen instead of your hands.&lt;br /&gt;* She also loves to watch comedy and horror movies.&lt;br /&gt;* Don’t let her drink alcoholic beverages or else anything will just be ended there.&lt;br /&gt;* Always tell her that you love her, no one but HER!&lt;br /&gt;* When she’s angry, make her punch you or even let her to bite you.(LOL)&lt;br /&gt;* She’s a frustrated cooker. Suggest only the food she can cook.(LOL)&lt;br /&gt;* She loves to sing. You might hear her singing. Hug her and tell her “I LOVE YOU”&lt;br /&gt;* Always have some load so that when she text you, you can reply immediately.&lt;br /&gt;* Avoid doing things that you know it make her feel unhappy. It might bring you in trouble.&lt;br /&gt;* Make her sleep in your arms.&lt;br /&gt;* Caress her hair and nose(she really loves that)&lt;br /&gt;* Massage her as much as possible.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;Now, who that girl is? haha. Any idea?  =p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;much love! ♥&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/7769671602210915173-7941196442742933950?l=boutherthoughts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://boutherthoughts.blogspot.com/feeds/7941196442742933950/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7769671602210915173&amp;postID=7941196442742933950' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7769671602210915173/posts/default/7941196442742933950'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7769671602210915173/posts/default/7941196442742933950'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://boutherthoughts.blogspot.com/2009/01/she-is.html' title='She is …'/><author><name>` when9tut --</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12676005577026561473</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/_SnAoTLepZ_E/SNzlTCAi1jI/AAAAAAAAAAM/v0jq60E4lpE/S220/sad+sad+daw+acou+...jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7769671602210915173.post-6037495586420773395</id><published>2009-01-11T21:03:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-12T01:42:49.976-08:00</updated><title type='text'>ang bagong laughtop ..</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;ngAyon oh .. sa wakas at may laptop na si ako! ansaya saya. matagal ko ng inaasam ito kaya naman hindi ko maintindihan ang nararamdaman. haha! kahapon ko lamang ito dumating at naman! sobrang saya ni wheng. yun nga lang wrong timing, kasi naman eh, exam week pero ayos lang. after exam, update na lang ulit. matagal tagal din akong nawala. kaya naman andamig unreplied comments sa friendster ko, bumaba karma ko sa plurk at wala ng bagong entry sa blog ko. grabeh, nakaya ko. kahit papano pala, kaya ko pa rin. haha! (LOL)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Nung nabasa ko lahat ng mga natanggap ko, sobrang natuwa ako. haay naku, basta masaya ako. sana maging close kami, haha! (asa pa ako) Oh sya, magpost na lang ako ng bago pagkatapos neto para pambawi. (;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7769671602210915173-6037495586420773395?l=boutherthoughts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://boutherthoughts.blogspot.com/feeds/6037495586420773395/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7769671602210915173&amp;postID=6037495586420773395' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7769671602210915173/posts/default/6037495586420773395'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7769671602210915173/posts/default/6037495586420773395'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://boutherthoughts.blogspot.com/2009/01/bagong-laughtop.html' title='ang bagong laughtop ..'/><author><name>` when9tut --</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12676005577026561473</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/_SnAoTLepZ_E/SNzlTCAi1jI/AAAAAAAAAAM/v0jq60E4lpE/S220/sad+sad+daw+acou+...jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7769671602210915173.post-8781518911335572615</id><published>2008-12-28T21:27:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-29T00:55:09.508-08:00</updated><title type='text'>last night's debut party !</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SnAoTLepZ_E/SViP7cHxVbI/AAAAAAAAAGM/N0SnbmRc5Fc/s1600-h/tala5.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SnAoTLepZ_E/SViP7cHxVbI/AAAAAAAAAGM/N0SnbmRc5Fc/s200/tala5.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5285132414043116978" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SnAoTLepZ_E/SViP7TmOkwI/AAAAAAAAAGE/HPHt6wo_rbc/s1600-h/tala4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SnAoTLepZ_E/SViP7TmOkwI/AAAAAAAAAGE/HPHt6wo_rbc/s200/tala4.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5285132411754943234" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SnAoTLepZ_E/SViQCOP2_VI/AAAAAAAAAGU/l-qknojcAZ0/s1600-h/tala6.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SnAoTLepZ_E/SViQCOP2_VI/AAAAAAAAAGU/l-qknojcAZ0/s200/tala6.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5285132530578029906" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SnAoTLepZ_E/SViP7KXkIJI/AAAAAAAAAF0/UnNFuKi-dLU/s1600-h/tala2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SnAoTLepZ_E/SViP7KXkIJI/AAAAAAAAAF0/UnNFuKi-dLU/s200/tala2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5285132409277522066" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SnAoTLepZ_E/SViP7P7iZMI/AAAAAAAAAF8/YvbqxOSnuFQ/s1600-h/tala3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SnAoTLepZ_E/SViP7P7iZMI/AAAAAAAAAF8/YvbqxOSnuFQ/s200/tala3.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5285132410770580674" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SnAoTLepZ_E/SViP6QyNjoI/AAAAAAAAAFs/q3oXdLO50jo/s1600-h/tala1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SnAoTLepZ_E/SViP6QyNjoI/AAAAAAAAAFs/q3oXdLO50jo/s200/tala1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5285132393820032642" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 0);font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"  &gt;yah! ye heard it ? Sunday, 28th day of December 2008, 7pm.  t'was ate Mau's 18th natal day. After such time and now here it is. It's been 18 years and finally she's in a legal age. haha. (LOL) or maybe a LADY now. 18th birthday only happened once in one's life. Others did things to make it pretty cool, unforgettable, and fun, while others just don't want to make it special. But well, the most important thing is you're happy even without a party. You're contented with just a small celebration with fam, relatives and friends. That was good enough for you to feel it's special.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 0);font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"  &gt; The last night party was just so cool that everyone enjoyed. I wasn't supposed to attend the said party but (tala) insisted. Tala is the youger sister of te Mau and at the same time my close friend now in college and a classmate. Being unprepared, I'm late and yeaa. seems 'em just a so-what called stranger.Look what I had worn. [2 girls(up)the one wearing blue jacket] haha! cheap noh? When I was about to enter the gate of &lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 102, 0);font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"  &gt;Le Jardin Arnevel,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 0);font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"  &gt; I felt so ashamed. Guess I was the only one who joined without that casual dress! *epal ih* haha ! nakashorts pa ku ih, tapos nkajacket. haha! But well, they said "that's okay" haha! so feel comfy then. the venue was so cute, the designs and ice carving. Minuites passed, then eating was then next. *eat eat eat* with a background band.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 0);font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"  &gt;After dinner, the party started at dun nagsimula ang mas nakakahiya. I was intended to be one of the 18 candles instead 'coz some were not there. It was so ugh! nakakahiya. I was in stage and yea. hindi ako nakacasual. urgh! waaa. parang gusto ko ng umuwi .. but well, still it ended with a laugh. The last person with a candle was Tala and she just get so emotional that she'd cried in the stage. For a reason na inaaway daw siya ng ate niya. haha. (LOL) that was the first time I saw her crying. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 0);font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"  &gt;Next thing was the 18 roses, then the 18 shotsfollowed by the 18 treasures. Then the party ended. That's how'd the cool party done. I was advised to spend my night here in there house. (matatag) kapal noh? and yeaa, em typing here. sa pc nila, harhar, XD&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div  style="text-align: right; color: rgb(204, 102, 0);font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;whengkx &lt;3&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/7769671602210915173-8781518911335572615?l=boutherthoughts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://boutherthoughts.blogspot.com/feeds/8781518911335572615/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7769671602210915173&amp;postID=8781518911335572615' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7769671602210915173/posts/default/8781518911335572615'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7769671602210915173/posts/default/8781518911335572615'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://boutherthoughts.blogspot.com/2008/12/last-nights-debut-party.html' title='last night&apos;s debut party !'/><author><name>` when9tut --</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12676005577026561473</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/_SnAoTLepZ_E/SNzlTCAi1jI/AAAAAAAAAAM/v0jq60E4lpE/S220/sad+sad+daw+acou+...jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SnAoTLepZ_E/SViP7cHxVbI/AAAAAAAAAGM/N0SnbmRc5Fc/s72-c/tala5.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7769671602210915173.post-2806887295299591511</id><published>2008-12-20T00:28:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-28T08:10:55.847-08:00</updated><title type='text'>share ..</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SnAoTLepZ_E/SUys5P_TpiI/AAAAAAAAAEY/OrTgtuJk0lQ/s1600-h/wheng1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5281786562543330850" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; width: 221px; height: 320px; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SnAoTLepZ_E/SUys5P_TpiI/AAAAAAAAAEY/OrTgtuJk0lQ/s320/wheng1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"  &gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"  &gt;Just wanna share this edited pic. I got this pic from my sis's new account in fs. It looks good and I appreciate the person who did this. This was edited from her friend, maybe her suitor? haha! LOL. whatever. My sister is a fresh grad nursing student and already took the board exam last month.Well, hope she'll pass.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"  &gt;wheng &lt;3&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/7769671602210915173-2806887295299591511?l=boutherthoughts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://boutherthoughts.blogspot.com/feeds/2806887295299591511/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7769671602210915173&amp;postID=2806887295299591511' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7769671602210915173/posts/default/2806887295299591511'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7769671602210915173/posts/default/2806887295299591511'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://boutherthoughts.blogspot.com/2008/12/share.html' title='share ..'/><author><name>` when9tut --</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12676005577026561473</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/_SnAoTLepZ_E/SNzlTCAi1jI/AAAAAAAAAAM/v0jq60E4lpE/S220/sad+sad+daw+acou+...jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SnAoTLepZ_E/SUys5P_TpiI/AAAAAAAAAEY/OrTgtuJk0lQ/s72-c/wheng1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7769671602210915173.post-8208940783449957901</id><published>2008-12-17T21:02:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-20T00:25:36.463-08:00</updated><title type='text'>SOON TO BE ...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SnAoTLepZ_E/SUyr7cPxnbI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/KBK1zBkDMss/s1600-h/wheng3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5281785500681739698" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SnAoTLepZ_E/SUyr7cPxnbI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/KBK1zBkDMss/s320/wheng3.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SnAoTLepZ_E/SUyrrzT9tmI/AAAAAAAAAEI/q83r_BnSTmg/s1600-h/wheng2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5281785231995418210" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SnAoTLepZ_E/SUyrrzT9tmI/AAAAAAAAAEI/q83r_BnSTmg/s320/wheng2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Lately, I decided to change my URL. Actually I've been planning to change it since the first week of having this blog. Just an info, I would like to inform y'all that http://whengtutx01.blogspot.com won't be workin' anymore .. instead of http://whengtutx01.blogspot.com, it'll be http://herthoughts.blogspot.com .. after this Christmas season, I'll be using the new URL. la lang, feel ku lang., haha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway, lemme share you what happened this day ..&lt;br /&gt;december 18, 2o08 is the day, it's our last day, and the christmas vacation is about to come! For my thursday sched, I have 3 subjects and we had our quiz! the quiz for trigo , the unexpected quiz from IT 123, and PGS2. ohmy! that was too harsh. haha! lol. but well, maybe we're just too lucky to passed on time. We don't know if we really got the correct answer in IT. In our trigo, I only got 15 over 20. (wew ;x) while in PGS2.. hmm, t'was not bad. We just intended to wrote "What's the essence of Yuletide Season". haha!&lt;br /&gt;The last day was not that sad. My classmates were too busy for the swimming plan for this saturday and so we were. Our group wasn't supposed to join but they insisted. haha. they're too busy also inviting our teachers&lt;br /&gt;The day just ended with a smile on our face. laughing, and giggling. neaaha! XD&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/7769671602210915173-8208940783449957901?l=boutherthoughts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://boutherthoughts.blogspot.com/feeds/8208940783449957901/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7769671602210915173&amp;postID=8208940783449957901' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7769671602210915173/posts/default/8208940783449957901'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7769671602210915173/posts/default/8208940783449957901'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://boutherthoughts.blogspot.com/2008/12/soon-to-be.html' title='SOON TO BE ...'/><author><name>` when9tut --</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12676005577026561473</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/_SnAoTLepZ_E/SNzlTCAi1jI/AAAAAAAAAAM/v0jq60E4lpE/S220/sad+sad+daw+acou+...jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SnAoTLepZ_E/SUyr7cPxnbI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/KBK1zBkDMss/s72-c/wheng3.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7769671602210915173.post-5345825548604909047</id><published>2008-12-15T03:02:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-15T03:45:48.929-08:00</updated><title type='text'>a last year great summer experience ..</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;I'd like to share the great summer experience. haha! lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This story happened last year back when I was a senior student. It was summer break so all of my family decided to spend the summer break in the province where my grandparents lived.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My expectations were high as our province is one of the quiet good destinations. Despite being unfamiliar with a lot of things in province, my excitement grew as we approach the road or maybe the zigzag and dusty road through lola's place. From what I had seen so far, it should be a great summer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So you could just imagine my disappointment when I saw my grandma's house. It was a typical “bahay kubo” with nipa as roof, wall, door and windows. One of my biggest disappointments was the fact that there was no electricity. Fortunately, my cousin had just explain that at that time, they already had an electricity in there place. Growing up in Gensan, a part of my life had been spent in front of the TV or even listening to the radio.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That first night, everyone was preparing to go to sleep. They were unrolling the straw mat on the floor when they heard a noise. They're all laughing only to find out it was just a noise of our aunts, and uncles laughing outside.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I was taking a peek outside, it was really dark. I felt goosebumps as the noise aside from my relatives were approaching my mind. With the full moon illuminating the humans (relatives) outside, I saw someone just too far from them but I'm not that sure what it was. To my surprise, I never expected to bring in mat what I had just seen that time. I was trying to do such things to forget all of it. I've tried to give some time on the messages left unread instead.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My mother woke me up early in the morning to start my day and feed some for my tummy. After an hour, my brother made a plan. He's an adventure-seeker; he's always looking for something extraordinary to while away his time. So, he brought us in a river 'sapa' just near in my cousin's house. Bringing a digicam, we toke some post there (but unfortunately, I haven't got one *sorry*) The river however was quiet cool for it has the clean water running softly. We decided to take our bath there and having a great time with the whole family.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The second day was still good but don't you know what's the great thing happened? Its when everyone decided to bought fruits "rambutan and lanzones" in a so what called place 'ewan' .. haha. lol. One thing's for sure, t'was too far from our place. Me and my brother's wife was intended to buy the said fruits. It was really too far and we never expected to meet our way like urgh! Seems we're not in this world! We'd meet a river, a zigzag road, a dusty place or even the place unknown. haha. lol. It was an unexpected thing happened. My bro's wife felt so curious where we had been, even me ! hahaha. It was really unfamiliar place for us that’s why maybe we left conscious and tired. Well atleast, it's worth it. We'd buy half sack of the 2 fruits.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Darkness fall and everyone was tired. the next day would be the day we'll go home. So everyone decided to sleep as early as 8pm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The next morning, we're too busy doing things, packed our things and even the fruits we'd bought. Bye bye lola then. haha. Lola was smiling as we gave her a packed of cigarretes "tabacco" and a small amount Oh by the way, I guess the first day or maybe the second day was Lola's birthday. (kalimutan ku na ih, haha.) that's it! We enjoyed the vacation with a smile.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#330099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;wheng &lt;3&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/7769671602210915173-5345825548604909047?l=boutherthoughts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://boutherthoughts.blogspot.com/feeds/5345825548604909047/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7769671602210915173&amp;postID=5345825548604909047' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7769671602210915173/posts/default/5345825548604909047'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7769671602210915173/posts/default/5345825548604909047'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://boutherthoughts.blogspot.com/2008/12/last-year-great-summer-experience.html' title='a last year great summer experience ..'/><author><name>` when9tut --</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12676005577026561473</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/_SnAoTLepZ_E/SNzlTCAi1jI/AAAAAAAAAAM/v0jq60E4lpE/S220/sad+sad+daw+acou+...jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7769671602210915173.post-4059859509292552051</id><published>2008-12-10T05:02:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T05:34:09.996-08:00</updated><title type='text'>what push me to blog ?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Writing is an expression of one's emotion. Actually, I couldn't explain why I'm here. It was just that someone caught my attention and that was not important to know who that person is. When I saw his work, or maybe his blog. I felt something I couldn’t explain. haha. lol. Until such time, a question comes next. "What if I'll make one?" then that's it! I found myself too childish. I'm curious on how to be a good blogger but later, I just learned something from others. I'm so happy that somehow, I've been doing things which I never prefer to do before and it's a new thing now. It's a great thing and obviously I enjoyed and love it. ♥&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Kung hindi ko lang nakita yung blog nea? Maybe I couldn't have possibly made a blog. I really don't know why I'm here but the thing is, it's good. I had lots of ideas now. I could share things. Explore and meet new people by doing crazy things, haha. lol. and &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;syempre&lt;/span&gt; blogging. People might have seen theirselves unhappy but I tell you. Just a click on this site, you'll find it interesting. Maybe people also wondering where the interest could have come from, the blogger could have the reasons where or why. Maybe some, they just love to share. Fortunately, I was just influenced by someone and that's a good reason for me to smile every now and then. Hope he'd visit and appreciate also my works? haha. *asa!*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;I share, I explore and I'll try my best to post certain things! *wink*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;-- thanks to those who were always there, reading and updating my eiww blog. ahaha. lol.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;wheng &lt;3&lt;/strong&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/7769671602210915173-4059859509292552051?l=boutherthoughts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://boutherthoughts.blogspot.com/feeds/4059859509292552051/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7769671602210915173&amp;postID=4059859509292552051' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7769671602210915173/posts/default/4059859509292552051'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7769671602210915173/posts/default/4059859509292552051'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://boutherthoughts.blogspot.com/2008/12/what-push-me-to-blog.html' title='what push me to blog ?'/><author><name>` when9tut --</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12676005577026561473</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/_SnAoTLepZ_E/SNzlTCAi1jI/AAAAAAAAAAM/v0jq60E4lpE/S220/sad+sad+daw+acou+...jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7769671602210915173.post-3567055769425314294</id><published>2008-12-07T07:42:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-07T07:54:53.843-08:00</updated><title type='text'>A REAL BOYFRiEND ..</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;-- Another thing, again I red this from fs. haha! lol. *try mou basahin*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;Read this till the end...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:78%;color:#6633ff;"&gt;&gt; When a girl walks away from you - [Follow her]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:78%;color:#6633ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:78%;color:#6633ff;"&gt;&gt; When she stares at your lips - [Kiss her]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:78%;color:#6633ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:78%;color:#6633ff;"&gt;&gt; When she pushes you or hits you - [Grab her and don’t let go]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:78%;color:#6633ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:78%;color:#6633ff;"&gt;&gt; When she starts cursing at you - [Kiss her and tell her you love her]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:78%;color:#6633ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:78%;color:#6633ff;"&gt;&gt; When she's quiet - [Ask her what’s wrong]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:78%;color:#6633ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:78%;color:#6633ff;"&gt;&gt; When she ignores you - [Give her your attention]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:78%;color:#6633ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:78%;color:#6633ff;"&gt;&gt; When she pulls away - [Pull her back]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:78%;color:#6633ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:78%;color:#6633ff;"&gt;&gt; When she pulls away - [Pull her back]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:78%;color:#6633ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:78%;color:#6633ff;"&gt;&gt; When you see her start crying - [Just hold her and don’t say a word]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:78%;color:#6633ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:78%;color:#6633ff;"&gt;&gt; When you see her walking - [Sneak up and hug her waist from behind]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:78%;color:#6633ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:78%;color:#6633ff;"&gt;&gt; When she's scared - [Protect her]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:78%;color:#6633ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:78%;color:#6633ff;"&gt;&gt; When she lays her head on your shoulder - [Tilt her head up and kiss her]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:78%;color:#6633ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:78%;color:#6633ff;"&gt;&gt; When she steals your favorite hat - [Let her keep it and sleep with it for a night]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:78%;color:#6633ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:78%;color:#6633ff;"&gt;&gt; When she teases you - [Tease her back and make her laugh]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:78%;color:#6633ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:78%;color:#6633ff;"&gt;&gt; When she doesn’t answer for a long time - [reassure her that everything is okay]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:78%;color:#6633ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:78%;color:#6633ff;"&gt;&gt; When she looks at you with doubt - [Back yourself up with the TRUTH]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:78%;color:#6633ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:78%;color:#6633ff;"&gt;&gt; When she say's that she likes you - [she really does more than you could understand]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:78%;color:#6633ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:78%;color:#6633ff;"&gt;&gt; When she grabs at your hands - [Hold hers and play with her fingers]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:78%;color:#6633ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:78%;color:#6633ff;"&gt;&gt; When she bumps into you - [bump into her back and make her laugh]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:78%;color:#6633ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:78%;color:#6633ff;"&gt;&gt; When she tells you a secret - [keep it safe and untold]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:78%;color:#6633ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:78%;color:#6633ff;"&gt;&gt; When she looks at you in your eyes - [don’t look away until she does]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:78%;color:#6633ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:78%;color:#6633ff;"&gt;&gt; WHEN SHE MISSES YOU - [SHES HURTING INSIDE]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:78%;color:#6633ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:78%;color:#6633ff;"&gt;&gt; When you break her heart - [the pain NEVER really goes away]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:78%;color:#6633ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:78%;color:#6633ff;"&gt;&gt; When she says its over - [she STILL wants you to be hers]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:78%;color:#6633ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:78%;color:#6633ff;"&gt;&gt; Stay on the phone with her even if she’s not saying anything.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:78%;color:#6633ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:78%;color:#6633ff;"&gt;&gt; DON'T let her have the last word.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:78%;color:#6633ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:78%;color:#6633ff;"&gt;&gt;  NEVER call her hot! Pretty and beautiful is sooooo much better.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:78%;color:#6633ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:78%;color:#6633ff;"&gt;&gt;  Say you love her more than she could ever love you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:78%;color:#6633ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:78%;color:#6633ff;"&gt;&gt; Argue that she is the best girl ever.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:78%;color:#6633ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:78%;color:#6633ff;"&gt;&gt; When she's mad hug her tight and don't let go.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:78%;color:#6633ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:78%;color:#6633ff;"&gt;&gt; When she says she's ok, don’t believe it, talk to her.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:78%;color:#6633ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:78%;color:#6633ff;"&gt;&gt; When she says she's sorry, she truly means it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:78%;color:#6633ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:78%;color:#6633ff;"&gt;&gt; Call her at 12:00am on her birthday to tell her you love her.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:78%;color:#6633ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:78%;color:#6633ff;"&gt;&gt; Call her before you sleep and after you wake up.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:78%;color:#6633ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:78%;color:#6633ff;"&gt;&gt; Treat her like she's all that matters to you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:78%;color:#6633ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:78%;color:#6633ff;"&gt;&gt; Tease her and let her tease you back.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:78%;color:#6633ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:78%;color:#6633ff;"&gt;&gt; Stay up all night with her when she's sick.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:78%;color:#6633ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:78%;color:#6633ff;"&gt;&gt; Watch her favorite movie with her or her favorite show even if you think its stupid.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:78%;color:#6633ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:78%;color:#6633ff;"&gt;&gt; Give her the world.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:78%;color:#6633ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:78%;color:#6633ff;"&gt;&gt; Let her wear your clothes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:78%;color:#6633ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:78%;color:#6633ff;"&gt;&gt; When she's bored and sad, hang out with her.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:78%;color:#6633ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:78%;color:#6633ff;"&gt;&gt; Let her know she's important.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:78%;color:#6633ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:78%;color:#6633ff;"&gt;&gt; Kiss her in the pouring rain.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:78%;color:#6633ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:78%;color:#6633ff;"&gt;&gt; When she runs up at you crying, the first thing you say is;"Who's ass am I kicking today baby?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:78%;color:#6633ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;--- OMG ! that was really a good boyfriend. Where are you ? haha. 'em here. XD that was awesome. I love it! *sana mei guy pang ganean at sana mei guy din na nagbabasa netong post na 'to*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7769671602210915173-3567055769425314294?l=boutherthoughts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://boutherthoughts.blogspot.com/feeds/3567055769425314294/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7769671602210915173&amp;postID=3567055769425314294' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7769671602210915173/posts/default/3567055769425314294'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7769671602210915173/posts/default/3567055769425314294'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://boutherthoughts.blogspot.com/2008/12/real-boyfriend.html' title='A REAL BOYFRiEND ..'/><author><name>` when9tut --</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12676005577026561473</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/_SnAoTLepZ_E/SNzlTCAi1jI/AAAAAAAAAAM/v0jq60E4lpE/S220/sad+sad+daw+acou+...jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7769671602210915173.post-2093847896755539424</id><published>2008-12-07T07:26:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-07T07:38:22.028-08:00</updated><title type='text'>TiRED ..</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#339999;"&gt;‘em so tired from a debut party! it was fun though. I enjoy the company with my old friends, hs friends rather. I felt so happy. Unexpected things happened, but the expected person wasn't there. haha. lol. Anyway, still it was fun. Playing games, dances. haha! (parang bata ih) When I was there, I was a bit shy. Actually I wasn't supposed to be there but the group  'CAELZiEMYFERiLLE' insisted me. "NAKAKAHiYA" haha. My gift was just a simple and small stuff wit a bon o bon suave xocoletx, and a letter. I really don't know how to explain but I'm just unprepared. I didn't buy anything but well, she still appreciated. I felt saved from 'kahihiyan'. She also says she's still happy 'coz atleast my presence was there. *ktouch* haha. That's it. Got to go now. I'm tired and need to rest now. Early pa mass tom. XD&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/7769671602210915173-2093847896755539424?l=boutherthoughts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://boutherthoughts.blogspot.com/feeds/2093847896755539424/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7769671602210915173&amp;postID=2093847896755539424' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7769671602210915173/posts/default/2093847896755539424'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7769671602210915173/posts/default/2093847896755539424'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://boutherthoughts.blogspot.com/2008/12/tired.html' title='TiRED ..'/><author><name>` when9tut --</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12676005577026561473</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/_SnAoTLepZ_E/SNzlTCAi1jI/AAAAAAAAAAM/v0jq60E4lpE/S220/sad+sad+daw+acou+...jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7769671602210915173.post-9161271312724293248</id><published>2008-12-06T05:28:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-06T06:01:51.795-08:00</updated><title type='text'>31 Ways To Make a Girl Smile .. (=</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff9966;"&gt;I was quiet confuse about this. I recieved this from a bulletin in fs. I red and yah! it's soo sweet. woot! when do I feel this ? tomorrow? next month? next year? ahaha. lol. whatever! -----&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#339999;"&gt;1. Dont hug her friends or your friends that are girls cause she'll feel left out.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#339999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#339999;"&gt;2. Hold her hand at any moment . . . even if its just for a second.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#339999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#339999;"&gt;3. Hug her from behind.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#339999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#339999;"&gt;4. Leave her voice messages to wake up.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#339999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#339999;"&gt;5. Wrestle with her&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#339999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#339999;"&gt;6. Don't go hang out with your ex when shes not with you, you might not realize how badly it hurts her.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#339999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#339999;"&gt;7. If you're talking to another girl, when you're done talking, walk over and&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#339999;"&gt;hug her and kiss her.... let her know she's yours and they aren't.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#339999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#339999;"&gt;8. Write her notes or call her just to say "hi"..and not just at night after you've already been out with other girls.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#339999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#339999;"&gt;9. Introduce her to your friends . . . as your girlfriend.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#339999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#339999;"&gt;10. Play with her hair.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#339999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#339999;"&gt;11. Pick her up&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#339999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#339999;"&gt;12. Get upset if another guy touches her and she doesn't like it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#339999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#339999;"&gt;13. Make her laugh, if you can make her laugh, you can make her do anything.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#339999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#339999;"&gt;14. Let her fall asleep in your arms.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#339999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#339999;"&gt;15. If she's mad at you, kiss her.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#339999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#339999;"&gt;16. If you care about her, then tell her.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#339999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#339999;"&gt;17. Every guy should give their girl 3 things: a stuffed animal(she'll hug it every time she goes to sleep), jewelry (she'll treasure it forever), and one of his t-shirts (she'll most likely wear it to bed).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#339999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#339999;"&gt;18. Treat her the same around your friends as you do when you're alone.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#339999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#339999;"&gt;19. Look her in the eyes and smile.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#339999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#339999;"&gt;20. Hang out with her on weekends.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#339999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#339999;"&gt;21. Kiss her in the rain.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#339999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#339999;"&gt;22. Kiss her just for the heck of it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#339999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#339999;"&gt;23. If your listening to music, let her listen too.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#339999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#339999;"&gt;24. Remember her birthday and get her something, even if its simple and inexpensive, it came from YOU. it means all the world to HER. it's the thought that counts.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#339999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#339999;"&gt;25. When she gives you a present on your birthday, Christmas, or just whenever, take it and tell her you love it, even if you don't (it'll make her happy.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#339999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#339999;"&gt;26. Always call her when you say you will, it may not seem like it, but it does hurt her and makes her think you don't care so call even if you can only talk for a minute. Girls don't necessarily have to have hour-long conversations every night but its nice for us to hear your voice even for a quick hello.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#339999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#339999;"&gt;27. Give her what she wants.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#339999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#339999;"&gt;28. Recognize the small things . . . they usually mean the most.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#339999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#339999;"&gt;29. Tell her shes beautiful, she needs to know her striving is working.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#339999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#339999;"&gt;30. Hang out with her whenever you are free and u should be free to hang with your girlfriend all the time.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#339999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#339999;"&gt;31. If u care about her...SHOW her!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;*soo sweet, woot!* xp&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7769671602210915173-9161271312724293248?l=boutherthoughts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://boutherthoughts.blogspot.com/feeds/9161271312724293248/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7769671602210915173&amp;postID=9161271312724293248' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7769671602210915173/posts/default/9161271312724293248'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7769671602210915173/posts/default/9161271312724293248'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://boutherthoughts.blogspot.com/2008/12/31-ways-to-make-girl-smile.html' title='31 Ways To Make a Girl Smile .. (='/><author><name>` when9tut --</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12676005577026561473</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/_SnAoTLepZ_E/SNzlTCAi1jI/AAAAAAAAAAM/v0jq60E4lpE/S220/sad+sad+daw+acou+...jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7769671602210915173.post-2496259131480085231</id><published>2008-12-06T04:38:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-06T05:15:57.254-08:00</updated><title type='text'>what's the difference between CLOSE friend and BEST friend ?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663333;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;What was really the difference of close friend and best friend? Well, for me? I guess the difference of the two was that 'CLOSE FRiENDS' was just your close friends. haha. lol. Maybe you can share secrets but not totally the confidential secrets unlike 'BEST FRiENDS', they're the one who may be the trust-worthy person that gives you the influenced to share the secrets, confidential or not. If I were to compare the two relationships, maybe it was quiet the same but different functions. Close friends maybe were just there if you need them (any reactions? haha. sariling words) BUT best friend was always there no matter what even if you don't need them, they'd time to be with you even he/she's too busy, they know more about&lt;/span&gt; &lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="color:#336666;"&gt;YOU!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt; &lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;You can only tell if what your relationship with the person is iF you know the person's attitude. Maybe you can treat that person as a special friend, close friend or best friend. Basically there's no such difference between the two, it was just that they have a self function. But who cares? Most important is you have them, they have you! Your friends and you shared moments together.&lt;br /&gt;Actually, I posted this 'coz I just want to share the feelings I have. I'm not that happy with a friend. She's one of my close friends. We're three and she's different! I can't tell more about her but she's just so urgh! Seems she don't care what people treated her, she's kind’ a weird and flirt. *sorry for this* but it was true. She had lots of boys in her life that we can't really understand why we always tried to be updated. Maybe 'coz of the respect we had for her. She's oust! We really don't know what to do, we've always understands. Now, we're on a process of plastic!&lt;br /&gt;n u might red this. Sorry but we're disappointed. As what happened, we really don't know what to say nor what to do. You're there, we can't do anything. We've always say this, say that but seems you just DON'T CARE! *bhala ka*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[calm, ahaa]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&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/7769671602210915173-2496259131480085231?l=boutherthoughts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://boutherthoughts.blogspot.com/feeds/2496259131480085231/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7769671602210915173&amp;postID=2496259131480085231' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7769671602210915173/posts/default/2496259131480085231'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7769671602210915173/posts/default/2496259131480085231'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://boutherthoughts.blogspot.com/2008/12/whats-difference-between-close-friend.html' title='what&apos;s the difference between CLOSE friend and BEST friend ?'/><author><name>` when9tut --</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12676005577026561473</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/_SnAoTLepZ_E/SNzlTCAi1jI/AAAAAAAAAAM/v0jq60E4lpE/S220/sad+sad+daw+acou+...jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7769671602210915173.post-6106036124382509313</id><published>2008-12-04T04:05:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-04T04:50:26.036-08:00</updated><title type='text'>LiFE iS SO UNFAiR! YES SO UNFAiR ..</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff9966;"&gt;Why life is so unfair? Because maybe life was just so unfair! haha . lol. Why do a lot of people suffering from a deep depreciation? Why there are poor? Why selected? Why advantages? Why happiness? There are lots of things to mention why life is so unfair! There are no better masters than poverty and want. Why do people seem uncared for others who are in need? They seemed to be bastard, selfish and uncared beings. Why helped and support, why give and forget? *left unanswered* It is impossible to stand still in this life. We are either climbing upward or slipping backward, that's the reality. People may fail anytime. Real happiness is so simple that most people do not recognize, they'll use it in a way they should. A person makes their life miserable, why don't be happy. Why sadness still exist? They say each dawn is a new beginning, but when and where to begin if those who are in high never gave importance and mercy to those who are in below? -- Selfishness. They ought to find certain things only for their selves. How unfair life brings us!  Remember, we lived for our goodness. Maybe life was just like this. Life is a &lt;u&gt;Challenge&lt;/u&gt; so dare it. It is a &lt;u&gt;Game&lt;/u&gt;, and then we'd play for it. &lt;u&gt;Understanding &lt;/u&gt;so let's comprehend and LiFE is &lt;u&gt;Faith&lt;/u&gt; so believe it!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;wheng &lt;3&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&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/7769671602210915173-6106036124382509313?l=boutherthoughts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://boutherthoughts.blogspot.com/feeds/6106036124382509313/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7769671602210915173&amp;postID=6106036124382509313' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7769671602210915173/posts/default/6106036124382509313'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7769671602210915173/posts/default/6106036124382509313'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://boutherthoughts.blogspot.com/2008/12/life-is-so-unfair-yes-so-unfair.html' title='LiFE iS SO UNFAiR! YES SO UNFAiR ..'/><author><name>` when9tut --</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12676005577026561473</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/_SnAoTLepZ_E/SNzlTCAi1jI/AAAAAAAAAAM/v0jq60E4lpE/S220/sad+sad+daw+acou+...jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7769671602210915173.post-1309370135391008611</id><published>2008-12-02T04:03:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-06T03:51:07.931-08:00</updated><title type='text'>suitor's ..</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SnAoTLepZ_E/STUt5AaBBnI/AAAAAAAAAEA/rAJqfGkoG4g/s1600-h/1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5275172995919316594" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 143px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 109px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SnAoTLepZ_E/STUt5AaBBnI/AAAAAAAAAEA/rAJqfGkoG4g/s320/1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;What about suitors? haha .. [; this has been the girl's topic when I was in the comfort room. What were suitors really purpose? What are they trying to motivate? Do they deserve to be noticed? Guys can only answer those questions. Sometimes, the day would be instrumental on what they intended to do that day, but sometimes it's just as bad as it is. They we're having a hard time just to prove that they love her, blah blah. But one thing I learned from our group session last semester was prove doesn't really important in a relationship because prove only meant selfishness and unloved. Sister shared that if you really loved that person or if you're really inloved, there's no such things for you to find prove. You just feel it and that's it! As a girl, maybe we just want to make it sure that guys do serious about their intentions. When someone courted me? Call it crazy or what, my security and curiosity couldn't be swayed just like that. Fortunately, I'm right. They just ended it. Don't know what's the main reason but some, they're tired of waiting, mostly. haha. How unrespectful they are. haha. (tama ba? toink) But that's what they'd been. Some guys won't take no for an answer, that's why they left basted. harhar,. XD I really don't trust guys now, not totally but the experience I had makes me do. I still manage to be a good person, haha. lol. I'm not that interested anymore. I had been busy for school works and own affairs that completely forgot to think guys and that's a good reason for me not to think them. haha. *sama*&lt;br /&gt;-- Guys be gentle worth words. Be who you are and don't too harsh on things. Love can wait and only time will tell. Just wait, in fact it's worth waiting for. You know what's bothering' me right now? haha. Well, just want to take this opportunity to share this line.&lt;br /&gt;"The weird thing about you was you act as if you're willing, you're interested but is really don't care at all. We're not toys to play for" be good, boy. Remember 'karma' still strikes. weee. XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[ala po aku pinapatamaan, sa matamaan lan. haha. lol]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#333399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#333399;"&gt;wheng &lt;3&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/7769671602210915173-1309370135391008611?l=boutherthoughts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://boutherthoughts.blogspot.com/feeds/1309370135391008611/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7769671602210915173&amp;postID=1309370135391008611' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7769671602210915173/posts/default/1309370135391008611'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7769671602210915173/posts/default/1309370135391008611'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://boutherthoughts.blogspot.com/2008/12/suitors.html' title='suitor&apos;s ..'/><author><name>` when9tut --</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12676005577026561473</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/_SnAoTLepZ_E/SNzlTCAi1jI/AAAAAAAAAAM/v0jq60E4lpE/S220/sad+sad+daw+acou+...jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SnAoTLepZ_E/STUt5AaBBnI/AAAAAAAAAEA/rAJqfGkoG4g/s72-c/1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7769671602210915173.post-2990000083290974423</id><published>2008-12-02T03:44:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-02T03:58:28.959-08:00</updated><title type='text'>BEiNG A STUDENT ..</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#999900;"&gt;Being a student has a lot of work. Students should attend meetings, assemblies, and school activities. They also need to follow the rules and regulations. This is the reason why students feel unhappy though there's a lot of things to be happy with. How tiring my day is. I only have 2 subjects this day but still, I'm tired. It's a cold Tuesday and maybe that's one of the reasons that make us fell tired. I was supposed to go home early but sad to say, we have to attend a meeting. (All CET first year student) I felt unhappy then after knowing the said meeting. The rain didn't stop and that makes our day so boring like argh ! I didn't expect this would be my day, I can't help it. BUT even though we're a bit lonely, we still manage to smile 'coz of them. Again and again, the group of cutie's in school. K F M R. ugh! *giggle* haha. Thank god He never let us feels unhappy all day long. We’re not so near from them. weee! =)) "I look baby pa naman" with a sequence in my hair. haha! lol. I'm tired yet relieved.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#999900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#663366;"&gt;wheng &lt;3&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/7769671602210915173-2990000083290974423?l=boutherthoughts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://boutherthoughts.blogspot.com/feeds/2990000083290974423/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7769671602210915173&amp;postID=2990000083290974423' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7769671602210915173/posts/default/2990000083290974423'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7769671602210915173/posts/default/2990000083290974423'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://boutherthoughts.blogspot.com/2008/12/being-student.html' title='BEiNG A STUDENT ..'/><author><name>` when9tut --</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12676005577026561473</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/_SnAoTLepZ_E/SNzlTCAi1jI/AAAAAAAAAAM/v0jq60E4lpE/S220/sad+sad+daw+acou+...jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7769671602210915173.post-9027631859010640426</id><published>2008-12-01T04:59:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-01T05:23:55.093-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SnAoTLepZ_E/STPiW_9viuI/AAAAAAAAAD4/FQh36NPddxA/s1600-h/wheng1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5274808473336384226" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SnAoTLepZ_E/STPiW_9viuI/AAAAAAAAAD4/FQh36NPddxA/s320/wheng1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#333399;"&gt;&lt;em&gt; - mindanao state university -&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#333399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#663366;"&gt;while the other group were too busy practicin' for their folkdance. i was looking for a place to shot of. when i saw the two girls, i decided to take them a shot while walking going to the said school. never did editing 'coz guess it's for the better ! it looks good nman. [;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SnAoTLepZ_E/STPhepa7DcI/AAAAAAAAADw/Yi59nYoeZKM/s1600-h/wheng2.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5274807505212083650" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SnAoTLepZ_E/STPhepa7DcI/AAAAAAAAADw/Yi59nYoeZKM/s320/wheng2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;we made a whole comics. consists of 4 parts and we decided to draw somethin' weird. haha. lol. the story was kind'a interesting enough to read for. XD "THE WHO?!" niahaha ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img class="gl_photo" alt="Add Image" src="http://www.blogger.com/img/blank.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#666666;"&gt;wheng &lt;3&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/7769671602210915173-9027631859010640426?l=boutherthoughts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://boutherthoughts.blogspot.com/feeds/9027631859010640426/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7769671602210915173&amp;postID=9027631859010640426' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7769671602210915173/posts/default/9027631859010640426'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7769671602210915173/posts/default/9027631859010640426'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://boutherthoughts.blogspot.com/2008/12/mindanao-state-university-while-other.html' title=''/><author><name>` when9tut --</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12676005577026561473</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/_SnAoTLepZ_E/SNzlTCAi1jI/AAAAAAAAAAM/v0jq60E4lpE/S220/sad+sad+daw+acou+...jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SnAoTLepZ_E/STPiW_9viuI/AAAAAAAAAD4/FQh36NPddxA/s72-c/wheng1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7769671602210915173.post-7086422875456854476</id><published>2008-11-27T04:54:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-29T05:55:47.857-08:00</updated><title type='text'>moments ..</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc9933;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SnAoTLepZ_E/SS6gNSwS0JI/AAAAAAAAADg/UlcJOcwzpaA/s1600-h/wheng1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5273328363930570898" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SnAoTLepZ_E/SS6gNSwS0JI/AAAAAAAAADg/UlcJOcwzpaA/s320/wheng1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt; "somewhere out there"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;color:#cc9933;"&gt;this was the last day of our cheerdance practice. i guees it was lat last month and an awarding night. (school activity) after practice, all of us decided to go somewhere out there. haha. lol. instead of going home, we were halfway to a some-what place called a beer house? haha. 'em not that sure but i guess that's the place. we drunk. opss! that was my first time experience. haha. lol. deffensive. after feelin' chill, someone planned to go somewhere else, then everyone decided to a place where almost everyone was there "oval plaza" then an hour passed, we left and bbye after.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#cc9933;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#cc9933;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#cc9933;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:0;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SnAoTLepZ_E/SS6e7VQkt-I/AAAAAAAAADY/hRrmSvVQXUo/s1600-h/wheng.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5273326955853559778" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SnAoTLepZ_E/SS6e7VQkt-I/AAAAAAAAADY/hRrmSvVQXUo/s320/wheng.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;em&gt; - with mui close friend taldotx -&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:85%;color:#009900;"&gt;i got this pic from my fs accout. and yeah i remember, this was the time when we're on the mall after class with my close friend 'taldotx' we stroll and got some pics .. from bench to penshoppe. haha. lol. the two well-known branches of shirts, bags, jeans and perfumes for men and women.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SnAoTLepZ_E/SS6cvO5aNsI/AAAAAAAAADQ/UN9xEBUK540/s1600-h/wheng5.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5273324548964103874" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SnAoTLepZ_E/SS6cvO5aNsI/AAAAAAAAADQ/UN9xEBUK540/s320/wheng5.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;"KFC with friends"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#336666;"&gt;another one was this pic. this was the time when we're on a treat from a friend. soo happy that time. actually this picture was taken and kept for a long time. i just had my undecided mind to post this. it was a happy moment. eating , laughin' with&lt;/span&gt; &lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#cc6600;"&gt;friends!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#cc6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#cc6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;wheng (=&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&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/7769671602210915173-7086422875456854476?l=boutherthoughts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://boutherthoughts.blogspot.com/feeds/7086422875456854476/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7769671602210915173&amp;postID=7086422875456854476' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7769671602210915173/posts/default/7086422875456854476'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7769671602210915173/posts/default/7086422875456854476'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://boutherthoughts.blogspot.com/2008/11/moments.html' title='moments ..'/><author><name>` when9tut --</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12676005577026561473</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/_SnAoTLepZ_E/SNzlTCAi1jI/AAAAAAAAAAM/v0jq60E4lpE/S220/sad+sad+daw+acou+...jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SnAoTLepZ_E/SS6gNSwS0JI/AAAAAAAAADg/UlcJOcwzpaA/s72-c/wheng1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7769671602210915173.post-8249497668492180451</id><published>2008-11-26T04:23:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-26T05:05:29.658-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SnAoTLepZ_E/SS1FhMSf-eI/AAAAAAAAADA/mr0pEO6YU5o/s1600-h/book.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5272947175257536994" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SnAoTLepZ_E/SS1FhMSf-eI/AAAAAAAAADA/mr0pEO6YU5o/s320/book.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;~ a book with a glasses ~&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#9999ff;"&gt;` i found that pic when i was trying to look for a new pic to upload. then i decided to edit the brightness and contrast. and thats how it iooks like. i really don't know how to edit. wanna learn more. -&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;color:#9999ff;"&gt;*my apology for the pic, same with the other pics*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SnAoTLepZ_E/SS1DIr2gJFI/AAAAAAAAAC4/IorNatt4cIw/s1600-h/teddy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5272944555210056786" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SnAoTLepZ_E/SS1DIr2gJFI/AAAAAAAAAC4/IorNatt4cIw/s320/teddy.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;"a teddy with an iphone"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;-- this is a teddy from crystal. when i'm about to do such photo hunt in her phone, i found this. it looks so attractive. a brown and hairy teddy with an iphone and has a headset on both ears. seems it's a baby trying to keep busy listening a song without even knowing what does it really mean and where's the tune coming from. XD&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;color:#333399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;color:#333399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;color:#333399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SnAoTLepZ_E/SS1BelMwqaI/AAAAAAAAACw/0fM0_JHuHhs/s1600-h/rubix.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5272942732358232482" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SnAoTLepZ_E/SS1BelMwqaI/AAAAAAAAACw/0fM0_JHuHhs/s320/rubix.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;- rubix cube -&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#333399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#333399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#333399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#9999ff;"&gt;+ rubix cube makes every student keeps busy of. they used to play during free time while having lots of patterns. everyone wants to learn how to complete the puzzle but actually practice really makes perfect. (=&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#333399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#333399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#333399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#333399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;wheng &lt;3&lt;/strong&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/7769671602210915173-8249497668492180451?l=boutherthoughts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://boutherthoughts.blogspot.com/feeds/8249497668492180451/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7769671602210915173&amp;postID=8249497668492180451' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7769671602210915173/posts/default/8249497668492180451'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7769671602210915173/posts/default/8249497668492180451'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://boutherthoughts.blogspot.com/2008/11/book-with-glasses-i-found-that-pic-when.html' title=''/><author><name>` when9tut --</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12676005577026561473</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/_SnAoTLepZ_E/SNzlTCAi1jI/AAAAAAAAAAM/v0jq60E4lpE/S220/sad+sad+daw+acou+...jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SnAoTLepZ_E/SS1FhMSf-eI/AAAAAAAAADA/mr0pEO6YU5o/s72-c/book.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7769671602210915173.post-5884397359629089454</id><published>2008-11-26T03:42:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-26T04:22:54.477-08:00</updated><title type='text'>a day of laughing ! XDD</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;t'was funny day! ahaha. lol. full of happiness i guess. we really don't expect this. haha. joan made our day. early as 8am the 'kada's there at school. *shock* ahaa. i wasn't supposed to be there early that time. it was just that 'because' of taldot and some other reasons but we're happy though. haha! the day started with a smile from&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt; &lt;u&gt;"PiPOY"&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;t'was a cute smile, haha .. =)) and that makes me feel happy then.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;color:#993300;"&gt;bell rang .. then,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;classes starts .. another reason to laughed again. haha. when we're still on the stairs. (MO building) we found joan on the ladies room. trying to have our attention then laugh again! "sira na nman" haha. then goin' room after. since, our english teacher was late just a minuite, we laughed again thinking about her (english teacher) haha. we used to call her&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt; "maam barbie"&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;t'was because her hair looks so cool with those curly black hair. joan decided that callsign. haha! *laugh laugh*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;color:#993300;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;color:#993300;"&gt;time's up ! fili's time ..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;another reason to laughed again, t'was "maam impustura" haha! XDD or should i say "isadora" daw. niahah ! XDD that's what we call her. she's kind'a weird (sorry maam) but t'was true. we don't understand her always.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;[parang ala ngah kmi natutunan. haha!]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;color:#993300;"&gt;after an hour, here comes the most exciting subject in mwf's sched .,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;color:#993300;"&gt;R.E time (religion education) we're too bad to do things like these in this subject but we can't control ourselves. haha. this prof was my "boilet daw" waaa. haha! funny joke. we had made a plan to have our boilets in school. that was not a student but a teacher . haha. lol. and this prof was my partner! hahaa. =/ we had our quiz, &amp;amp; they guess i'm the highest. (dun think so) XDD&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;color:#993300;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;color:#993300;"&gt;vacant time for us ! PE's next. then iT 121 after. again, by this time. we're still laughing bcoz of Z (zee) that was mispronounced by our teacher. haha. instead of the correct one, she used to pronounce it as&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt; (zeey)&lt;/span&gt; haha. lol. almost everyone laughed everytime she pronounced it. we didn't end our day with just a laugh but also with "kilig" we found them all outside the school. J K F were there. but sad to say, impaktu's there .. haha. but t'was okay as long as the three cuties were there. taldot and i just make a smile eventhough we felt somethin' bad 'bout gen. nevermind.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;color:#993300;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;color:#993300;"&gt;- LAUGHiNG ends after we separated our way -&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7769671602210915173-5884397359629089454?l=boutherthoughts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://boutherthoughts.blogspot.com/feeds/5884397359629089454/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7769671602210915173&amp;postID=5884397359629089454' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7769671602210915173/posts/default/5884397359629089454'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7769671602210915173/posts/default/5884397359629089454'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://boutherthoughts.blogspot.com/2008/11/day-of-laughing-xdd.html' title='a day of laughing ! XDD'/><author><name>` when9tut --</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12676005577026561473</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/_SnAoTLepZ_E/SNzlTCAi1jI/AAAAAAAAAAM/v0jq60E4lpE/S220/sad+sad+daw+acou+...jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7769671602210915173.post-6699347567536851896</id><published>2008-11-25T00:58:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-25T01:38:02.301-08:00</updated><title type='text'>fun tuesday ! XDD</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SnAoTLepZ_E/SSvGtGTdMMI/AAAAAAAAACo/ARcFzU8nsRs/s1600-h/wheng3.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5272526266855928002" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SnAoTLepZ_E/SSvGtGTdMMI/AAAAAAAAACo/ARcFzU8nsRs/s320/wheng3.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;second day of student's week. it went out fine . haha. though 'em late in my first subject. lol. i found myself too serious on how to solve the problems in&lt;/span&gt; &lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;TRiGO !&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt; &lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;haha .. oh well, t'was just measurements. rotfl.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;color:#339999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;after lunch, "kada" (taldot,gen,wheng &amp;amp; joan) decided to hunt those guys again, just around the school. haha. the group of cool guys. XD&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;[alang kasawaan]&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;that's it ! we found them. &lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;" J -- K -- F -- M -- R "&lt;/span&gt; haha .. that was the first letter of theie names. inspiration "daw yan," haha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;'kalandian' &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#339999;"&gt;woot !&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;color:#339999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;color:#339999;"&gt;anyway, i'm recently reading a book. It was a book from Alison BOnd. The cover itself looks so attractive and also the title of the book. XDD it has a violet cover with a pink shoes inside the shaded pink star. (above) the title of the book &lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;"HOW TO BE FAMOUS" &lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;starring three girls, one dream and a few home truths ...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;color:#339999;"&gt;three different girls whose dreams all depend on one another ~ and who are all about to realize the true price of fame ..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;color:#339999;"&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/7769671602210915173-6699347567536851896?l=boutherthoughts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://boutherthoughts.blogspot.com/feeds/6699347567536851896/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7769671602210915173&amp;postID=6699347567536851896' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7769671602210915173/posts/default/6699347567536851896'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7769671602210915173/posts/default/6699347567536851896'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://boutherthoughts.blogspot.com/2008/11/fun-tuesday-xdd.html' title='fun tuesday ! XDD'/><author><name>` when9tut --</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12676005577026561473</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/_SnAoTLepZ_E/SNzlTCAi1jI/AAAAAAAAAAM/v0jq60E4lpE/S220/sad+sad+daw+acou+...jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SnAoTLepZ_E/SSvGtGTdMMI/AAAAAAAAACo/ARcFzU8nsRs/s72-c/wheng3.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7769671602210915173.post-4819559794249311421</id><published>2008-11-24T04:33:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-24T04:55:08.947-08:00</updated><title type='text'>new skin ! wee. tnx to joanna. ((=</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:85%;color:#cc9933;"&gt;wee ! new skin now. so happy. i've been longing to change my profy. here it is. wee. =)) tnx to joanna. we're not that close but still she helped me. *hugs sis* after such time, f'nally .. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#cc9933;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#cc9933;"&gt;another day for us! tiring day .. 'em still busy doing school works. &lt;em&gt;urgh! &lt;/em&gt;mwf is crap ! straight class. but good thing, we saw them again. *smile* we can't express what we feel. we're just happy, smiling. u don't know? it's all about them ! the cute group of guys in school. everytime we look for them, we found ourself too "kuleet" haha. lol. &lt;em&gt;oh! &lt;/em&gt;before I forgot, just last week. K disturbed my way; i mean got my attention. horhor. XDD &lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;"nagkabangga lan aman kami"&lt;/em&gt; &lt;span style="color:#cc9933;"&gt;cute cute. t'was 3pm after trigo class. i guess it's thursday ! MO ground floor building. haha .. share. *smoochesz*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#cc9933;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#cc9933;"&gt;eto lan. pagud nku. XDD&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7769671602210915173-4819559794249311421?l=boutherthoughts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://boutherthoughts.blogspot.com/feeds/4819559794249311421/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7769671602210915173&amp;postID=4819559794249311421' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7769671602210915173/posts/default/4819559794249311421'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7769671602210915173/posts/default/4819559794249311421'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://boutherthoughts.blogspot.com/2008/11/new-skin-wee-tnx-to-joanna.html' title='new skin ! wee. tnx to joanna. ((='/><author><name>` when9tut --</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12676005577026561473</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/_SnAoTLepZ_E/SNzlTCAi1jI/AAAAAAAAAAM/v0jq60E4lpE/S220/sad+sad+daw+acou+...jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7769671602210915173.post-5239428702782857738</id><published>2008-11-21T19:32:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-30T20:27:42.181-08:00</updated><title type='text'>it's been weeksz. [;</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;yeaa, it's been &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;weeks&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/em&gt; I havent blog for a week. I've been bc doing some stuffs and school works. I have lots of things to blog about.. i was supposed to post an entry for yesterday's happenings. but sad to say, i really don't have enough time to post. i was so busy from early morning 'till night.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;hey! i'll be using the right spelling now.&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;haha. it was just that I want it to look good. wee. (; anyway, so much for that ..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;the yesterday's experiences was enough for me to say&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt; i enjoyed!&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;yesterday was my dad's birthday and it went out so cool. we had no idea where to celebrate nor what we are going to cook. it was just so happened, "fiesta dun sa pinsan cou" and we're too excited. lol. we don't need to think what are we going to do but to go there. we've been there untill 2pm then home. funny to know, things just so happened, everyone enjoyed! the things we almost did every dad's birthday was swimming but we'd just been experienced being unlucky this year dad's birthday. "pocket-empty" so that's it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;going home, i was asking for my mom to buy an eyeglasses-- as what my sister had planned. she want me to wear for my eyes protection. then an hour passed, we're on the mall. then that's it. i have my glasses now. looks so weird but pretty much cool. haha. lol. we also buy an ice cream! for my both niece's. lolo's treat!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;that night, my brother and his wife invited us for a dinner. so we go there. dinner then ice cream! haha. arrived HOME around 9pm with their 2 grandchildrens. haha. it was such a great experience. happy and relieved. (;&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/7769671602210915173-5239428702782857738?l=boutherthoughts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://boutherthoughts.blogspot.com/feeds/5239428702782857738/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7769671602210915173&amp;postID=5239428702782857738' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7769671602210915173/posts/default/5239428702782857738'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7769671602210915173/posts/default/5239428702782857738'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://boutherthoughts.blogspot.com/2008/11/its-been-weeksz.html' title='it&apos;s been weeksz. [;'/><author><name>` when9tut --</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12676005577026561473</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/_SnAoTLepZ_E/SNzlTCAi1jI/AAAAAAAAAAM/v0jq60E4lpE/S220/sad+sad+daw+acou+...jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7769671602210915173.post-5228685953434877119</id><published>2008-11-04T21:56:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-04T22:09:45.336-08:00</updated><title type='text'>First day in school .. /all over again ! =P</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;t'was another semester for us .. 2nd semester is here! we will be going to work on w/ all the activities and programs in school, to deal wif the teachers, same as e\wif the new faces-- our classmates! cheer for us.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;but well, actually this day was just a simple day .. seems like the new people and things around us same as wif before. we don't even know what's new! hopefully we could deal wif the new people aasily specially wit my close friend; bestfriend neither. (TALDOTX) this day was just as simple as zZzzzZz .. we thought it's kind'a fun but nooo. soo soo boring ! errr. we've just tried to smile even  were not that happy at all.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;-- CHiSMiS ..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;our fil teacher last sem was still our teacher dz sem ! horhor. impustora. woink! well, we can't do anything about it but to mingle wit her. (plastik?) haha .. hope things will be goin' fine. wew.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;BOOORRiiiNGGGG !!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7769671602210915173-5228685953434877119?l=boutherthoughts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://boutherthoughts.blogspot.com/feeds/5228685953434877119/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7769671602210915173&amp;postID=5228685953434877119' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7769671602210915173/posts/default/5228685953434877119'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7769671602210915173/posts/default/5228685953434877119'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://boutherthoughts.blogspot.com/2008/11/first-day-in-school-all-over-again-p.html' title='First day in school .. /all over again ! =P'/><author><name>` when9tut --</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12676005577026561473</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/_SnAoTLepZ_E/SNzlTCAi1jI/AAAAAAAAAAM/v0jq60E4lpE/S220/sad+sad+daw+acou+...jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7769671602210915173.post-3021880733349919790</id><published>2008-11-04T05:05:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-04T22:11:09.333-08:00</updated><title type='text'>PART 2 (Ghost Story -- DEAR MR. EDiTOR)</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;continuation ... ;/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-- On the way back to the office, Martin still couldn't believe what had just happened. He thought that it was impossible for him to receive emails from Danny when his father claimed that he committed suicide two years ago. "There must be a logical explanation for this," he told himself. When he reached his office, it was already dark. It was almost 9 pm. &lt;em&gt;Everyone must have gone home, &lt;/em&gt;he thought as the building looked abandoned save for the guard who was on night duty. He quickened his steps towards his office, ignoring the creeps he had been feeling all night. When he reached his office, he turned on the lights and his computer, checking again Danny's emails. His eyes widened and he broke into a cold sweat as he went through Danny's emails. All of the emailswere sent in 2004, two years ago! " Oh my God! How come I didn't notice this?" Martin was definitely confused and spooked. He realized that Danny could have sent Martin his sample works two years ago but Martin was too busy to read through them. He must have deleted all of Danny's works and never took time to reply. Then suddenly, the power went out. There was complete darkness. Martin panicked and started for the door. When he opened the door, he was surprised to see a man in a &lt;em&gt;barong&lt;/em&gt; blocking his way.&lt;br /&gt;Martin almost fainted when he realized that the man was floating, his eyes were sunken and dark, blood was coming out of his mouth. Martin was sure who he was - Danny! He recognized him from the pictures his father showed Martin earlier. Before Martin could react, Danny's ghost already got hold of Martin's throat and started to strangle him. Martin realized that the force was so strong that his feet were already off the ground. Martin uttured a prayer. He was fast losing consciousness due to lack of oxygen. Martin mustered all his strength and yanked himself off the grip of his attacker. The grip loosened and he was dropped to the floor. Running blindly, he went back to his office shouting for help. None came as his voice couldn't reach the guard stationed at the gate. He was groping in the darkness looking for possible escape. He bumped on a stack of magazine and fell. He saw that the ghost followed him inside his office. Martin's survival instinct kicked in as he started throwing piles and piles of magazine to Danny's ghost. To his horror, they would just pass through the apparition, landing in a loud thud behind him. The ghost dived in for another attack, aiming for Martin's throat. Martin was sure that his time was up and that his body would be found lifeless in the morning.&lt;br /&gt;Then he realized what Danny's father told him. Danny was a frustrated writer! Martin grabbed a copy of the magazine and waved it in the air. "It's here! Your article was finally printed! See, that's your name!" Martin gasped, as he flipped through the magazine's pages trying to locate Danny's article.&lt;br /&gt;To his relief, the ghost let go of his neck. The ghost eyed the article, looking mesmerized. A few moments passed, yhe power was back, Martin scanned the area and found no one but himself. He heared the guard pounding on his office door. Relieved to hear another living being, he quickly opened the door. The guard was surprised to see him looking scared and was confused as he saw the mess in his office. Martin didn't bother to explain and just asked the guard to stay with him as he collected his things from his desk. He couldn't wait to go home and forget about the incident. Then he noticed one magazine lying on the floor. Picking it up, he saw that Danny's article was torn from the magazine, the pages missing. Martin was sure that the ghost took the pages.&lt;br /&gt;After that incedent, Martin became more conscientious in dealing qith aspiring writers making sure never to crush their spirit. He also made sure he leaves his office by 8 pm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-- END --&lt;br /&gt;awuu. i posted this 'coz i've found myself very interesting while reading the title. haha! and plup!em ryt. XDD haha. hup ya enjui ..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7769671602210915173-3021880733349919790?l=boutherthoughts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://boutherthoughts.blogspot.com/feeds/3021880733349919790/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7769671602210915173&amp;postID=3021880733349919790' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7769671602210915173/posts/default/3021880733349919790'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7769671602210915173/posts/default/3021880733349919790'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://boutherthoughts.blogspot.com/2008/11/part-2-ghost-story-dear-mr-editor.html' title='PART 2 (Ghost Story -- DEAR MR. EDiTOR)'/><author><name>` when9tut --</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12676005577026561473</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/_SnAoTLepZ_E/SNzlTCAi1jI/AAAAAAAAAAM/v0jq60E4lpE/S220/sad+sad+daw+acou+...jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7769671602210915173.post-352443082937059577</id><published>2008-11-03T03:18:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-03T04:28:24.839-08:00</updated><title type='text'>DEAR MR. EDiTOR -- one of the story in a True Phil. Ghost Stories (TPGS) 18</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;i've been readin' for a week. and it was just that i've found myself too serious readin' a kind of book that wasn't supposed to be my habit. haha!  funny. well, i just wanna share this story. a story that affects my whole being. haha. (nman) waaha! seatbelt na ! harhar.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;the story goes on like this ...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;-- &lt;u&gt;Martin&lt;/u&gt; is an editor  of a bi-monthly lifestyle magazine for men. The stress of meeting deadlines took a toll on his appearance as he looks older than his age. te company's decision not to hire regular writers and to just look for contributors who would be paid per article added to his load. The company placed an ad for freelance writers in a national daily and in just a matter of a week, his email inbox had been flooded with inquiries. Part of his job was to screen those interested and shortlist them.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;  Martin was always the last person in the office, leaving at around 9 pm. Before going home one Friday night, he checked his email one last time and saw that there were a few messages needing his attention. Since he would spend his Friday night at home anyway, he decided to read his emails. One email caught his attention. It was an inquiry from a freelance writer named &lt;u&gt;Danny.&lt;/u&gt; He was asking if Martin was still in need of writers and asked if he could send some sample articles. The editor replied and told Danny to send some of his works.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;   The next night, at around 9 pm, Martin was already cleaning up his desk when he suddenly had the urge to check his email one last time. Having forgotten about Danny, he was surprised to see an email from him again. This time, the email came wih an attachment containing his sample works. "Great!" Martin muttured to himself. Now, he has no choice but to go through Danny's sample works before he leaves for home. To his amazement, the articles were well. written. The materials were what he was looking for. After going through te samples, he wrote Danny an email saying that his works were good and they would see print in the magazine's next issue.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;   A month passed, Martin and Danny regularly communicated through email. Danny continued supplying Martin with good materials. Martin was very happy that he had found the perfect freelance writer of the batch. One day, he requested for Danny's contact numbers. Martin needed to talk to his writer. It took Danny over a week to finally give him his contact number and home address. Martin replied to danny's email asking him if he wanted to pick up his pay check. He also said that they could just send it to the address Danny provided. No reply came from Danny.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;   Three issues of the magazine came out containing Danny's articles. Queries from readers started to pile up on Martin's desk.. All were asking who the new writer was and that his articles affected most of them in a good way. His articles are very insightful, the letters said. The big bosses of the company started to get interested on the new writer. They wantedd to meet him in person. Martin, on the other hand, was puzzled. After providing him with his contact details, Martin had never heard from Danny again. Something  must have happened, Martin thought.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;   The next day, he went to the address Danny gave him. This was after he tried reaching him through the phone number Danny gave him. The phone line has been disconnected. He decided to get off work early to go to Tauguig where the address was. He managed to find the house before it got tottaly dark. It was a modest two-story apartment located in a middle class neighborhood. He knocked on the door several times before a tall man in his fifties opened the door.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;"Good evening, sir. I'm looking for Danny," Martin said.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;"Are you a friend of his?" asked the man, puzzled.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;"No, sir. Actually we haven't met. I'm Martin, the editor of (name of magazine). I'm looking for him to offer him a permanent post in our company," Martin explained.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;"I'm his father and you're too late." He has an angry tone in his voice.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;"Sorry, sir, but I just don't get it." Martin was uncomfortable.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;"You asked for my son now when you didn't even bother to appreciate his works two years ago before Danny decided to take his own life! How dare you come to me now when you were tha cause of his death!" tha father of Danny was shouting now.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   &lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;"Two years ago? But there must be some mistake! He has been sending us sample of his works for a month now. Is this some kind of a joke?" Martin was nervous.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;   Danny's father let him in; calmer now. He led Martin inside and told him to follow him. Danny's father opened a door that turned out to be Danny's room. Danny's father opened an old and dusty box he got from under the bed and showed the contents to Martin. Though he wasn't sure at first what it was, he suddenly realized that he was holding an old manuscript.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;   "It's been two years," the man told him. One morning, he found his son dangling from the ceiling, a rope tied qround his neck. Danny was heartbroken, he died a frustrated writer, his dather said. He sent his sample works to various magazines in the country but not even a single publication took notice of him dismissing his work as mediocre. What Marttin was holding was Danny's last works, a copy of which was sent to Martin's magazine two years ago. Martin's hand shook as he realized that they were the same materials that were printes in their magazine.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;(SORRY FER THiS .. BUT ii NEED TO ENDED iT .. wooh! WAS JUST THAT 'EM RUNNiN' OUT OF TiME. I WAS JUST DOiN' THiS HiR iN A SO WHAT CALLED "CAFE" waa. BUT i'LL CONTiNUE THiS STORY TOMORROW. ENJOY READiNG!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;THANKS FER THE TiME YU SPENT READiN' .. XD labyuu.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7769671602210915173-352443082937059577?l=boutherthoughts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://boutherthoughts.blogspot.com/feeds/352443082937059577/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7769671602210915173&amp;postID=352443082937059577' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7769671602210915173/posts/default/352443082937059577'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7769671602210915173/posts/default/352443082937059577'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://boutherthoughts.blogspot.com/2008/11/dear-mr-editor-one-of-story-in-true.html' title='DEAR MR. EDiTOR -- one of the story in a True Phil. Ghost Stories (TPGS) 18'/><author><name>` when9tut --</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12676005577026561473</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/_SnAoTLepZ_E/SNzlTCAi1jI/AAAAAAAAAAM/v0jq60E4lpE/S220/sad+sad+daw+acou+...jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7769671602210915173.post-35191534312294270</id><published>2008-10-25T02:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-25T02:42:55.077-07:00</updated><title type='text'>the yesterdae's . &amp;&amp; enrollment's about tu come ! X.X</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt; ei, its been days .. ahehe, and I hav new things to blog about .I just had my new self. the old new plain self. haha! being alone whole week at my room, eat. sleep. sound3p . txt. and movie mara. haha. last last dae, i had my new dress. the brand i relli wan tu hav., (hotkiss) at home, i just found it good though i hate the color (pink). &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;yesterdae, it's rainy day and I was like pissed off wen kua disturbed me from mui beauty rest. haha! he ask me to pay the bills. but lucky, i've got a reward after. haha. reward. i'll kept it fer my daily load? haha. adiik.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;wen I went home, haha. i had a call . chitchat. hmmm, it's november. knwon to be the haloween month. of course I really want to look fer a cute movie to watched for. ahaha. but unfortunately, i dun hav my companion. unexpectedly, rj invited me fer a movie. felt so happi haha. yet 'lil bit nervous. ahaha. i reli want to be wit him. hmmm? haha . funny.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;movie, movie, movie. I just recently watched a movie yesterdae. it was just a good movie, da story was ok, as well as the effects. it is sure good too watch, the genre of the movie was suspense, action, thriller and maybe horror hehe. XD i just dun hav any pics .. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;and f'nally enrollment's about to come ..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;ohmy! we dun have enuf money to pay fer my enrollment's amount.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;haha, joke. mui sister had just sent money fer my enrollment.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;kind'a excited. my besfriend were plannin' to study in my skul.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;we're threee now. the 3 piglet's .. haha!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;no pics fer dis blog.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;nxtime maybe.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7769671602210915173-35191534312294270?l=boutherthoughts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://boutherthoughts.blogspot.com/feeds/35191534312294270/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7769671602210915173&amp;postID=35191534312294270' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7769671602210915173/posts/default/35191534312294270'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7769671602210915173/posts/default/35191534312294270'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://boutherthoughts.blogspot.com/2008/10/yesterdaes-enrollments-about-tu-come-xx.html' title='the yesterdae&apos;s . &amp;&amp; enrollment&apos;s about tu come ! X.X'/><author><name>` when9tut --</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12676005577026561473</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/_SnAoTLepZ_E/SNzlTCAi1jI/AAAAAAAAAAM/v0jq60E4lpE/S220/sad+sad+daw+acou+...jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7769671602210915173.post-5436594295488529489</id><published>2008-10-09T05:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-09T06:44:55.915-07:00</updated><title type='text'>last dae exam! final's over .. XD</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SnAoTLepZ_E/SO4KgWSAWDI/AAAAAAAAACg/dfOp7XG_AU4/s1600-h/paint6.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5255149366041139250" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SnAoTLepZ_E/SO4KgWSAWDI/AAAAAAAAACg/dfOp7XG_AU4/s200/paint6.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SnAoTLepZ_E/SO4KJqKU5TI/AAAAAAAAAB4/oQzgfzLoCVE/s1600-h/paint1.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5255148976240649522" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SnAoTLepZ_E/SO4KJqKU5TI/AAAAAAAAAB4/oQzgfzLoCVE/s200/paint1.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SnAoTLepZ_E/SO4KJor8UcI/AAAAAAAAACA/Cyzly7pyXm4/s1600-h/paint2.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5255148975844774338" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SnAoTLepZ_E/SO4KJor8UcI/AAAAAAAAACA/Cyzly7pyXm4/s200/paint2.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SnAoTLepZ_E/SO4KJhAVXhI/AAAAAAAAACI/CVpjfrPhAD0/s1600-h/paint3.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5255148973782818322" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SnAoTLepZ_E/SO4KJhAVXhI/AAAAAAAAACI/CVpjfrPhAD0/s200/paint3.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SnAoTLepZ_E/SO4KJ09z3gI/AAAAAAAAACQ/JRwSgsfM6X4/s1600-h/paint4.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5255148979140943362" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SnAoTLepZ_E/SO4KJ09z3gI/AAAAAAAAACQ/JRwSgsfM6X4/s200/paint4.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SnAoTLepZ_E/SO4KJ08btZI/AAAAAAAAACY/CCrNqJpGJj8/s1600-h/paint5.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5255148979135165842" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SnAoTLepZ_E/SO4KJ08btZI/AAAAAAAAACY/CCrNqJpGJj8/s200/paint5.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;awuu! thank god .. it's over! haha .. hmm, 'lil bit OKAE .. haha! iT 113 &amp;amp;&amp;amp; R.E .. hmmmm, haha! well, after exam, mall galore .. harhar. wit friends (taldot &amp;amp;&amp;amp; franz) mhy and dhy (franz and her boilet) met den we're out of place. so, we decided to stroll. haha! XD w/o even knowin' taldotx wanna buy a "color jeans" haha! so we've tried to look for dat kyut one .. den plup ! 'blue green' ., looks cool. whaa! how i wish i do hab mui money to buy. woink (; poor . after dat, 'PORT CAFE' here we are .. haha! (; we relli looks so hungry. *eat eat eat* haha. babui. hmmmm, den we've got sum picx .. lots of "kalukohan" haha .. try to check it out! (above)&lt;/span&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/7769671602210915173-5436594295488529489?l=boutherthoughts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://boutherthoughts.blogspot.com/feeds/5436594295488529489/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7769671602210915173&amp;postID=5436594295488529489' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7769671602210915173/posts/default/5436594295488529489'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7769671602210915173/posts/default/5436594295488529489'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://boutherthoughts.blogspot.com/2008/10/last-dae-exam-finals-over-xd.html' title='last dae exam! final&apos;s over .. XD'/><author><name>` when9tut --</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12676005577026561473</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/_SnAoTLepZ_E/SNzlTCAi1jI/AAAAAAAAAAM/v0jq60E4lpE/S220/sad+sad+daw+acou+...jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SnAoTLepZ_E/SO4KgWSAWDI/AAAAAAAAACg/dfOp7XG_AU4/s72-c/paint6.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7769671602210915173.post-565347508114563574</id><published>2008-10-08T05:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-08T05:32:52.690-07:00</updated><title type='text'>2nd dae exam! x.x</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SnAoTLepZ_E/SOyoXd8dBcI/AAAAAAAAABw/YIKKqvvRTyc/s1600-h/paint.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5254759986363172290" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SnAoTLepZ_E/SOyoXd8dBcI/AAAAAAAAABw/YIKKqvvRTyc/s320/paint.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;awuu! juscu .. almost done ! 2 subj left! and tomorrow's gonna be our last dae .. then ... SEMBREAK .. haha! (; well, it went out so bad . i dun even know how to solve doz urgh problems. wew. i guess 'em 80% fail .. huhu. english's not bad .. iT and math ? HATE iT !! huhu. rewrr. but well, my dae ended so cool. we stroll together wit my friends (gen, tala) den i'l just find it out, ii do have anader pon. weee! ☺ two fone now, cool cool. sooo so happy. that's it. nothing to share nymore .. xD hmm, just check dz *kabuang* edited picx by "paint" haha! hanggang paint pa lan ata aku .. woink! (; gagaling din acou pagdating sa edit, harhar,. (kelan pa kea) check dz out. kind'a cheap, haha!&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/7769671602210915173-565347508114563574?l=boutherthoughts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://boutherthoughts.blogspot.com/feeds/565347508114563574/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7769671602210915173&amp;postID=565347508114563574' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7769671602210915173/posts/default/565347508114563574'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7769671602210915173/posts/default/565347508114563574'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://boutherthoughts.blogspot.com/2008/10/2nd-dae-exam-xx.html' title='2nd dae exam! x.x'/><author><name>` when9tut --</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12676005577026561473</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/_SnAoTLepZ_E/SNzlTCAi1jI/AAAAAAAAAAM/v0jq60E4lpE/S220/sad+sad+daw+acou+...jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SnAoTLepZ_E/SOyoXd8dBcI/AAAAAAAAABw/YIKKqvvRTyc/s72-c/paint.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7769671602210915173.post-6412783658501383092</id><published>2008-10-06T20:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-06T21:28:30.094-07:00</updated><title type='text'>first dae exam !</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SnAoTLepZ_E/SOrlMaeM9UI/AAAAAAAAABY/zl72IrDENJg/s1600-h/09292008(003).jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5254263916708296002" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SnAoTLepZ_E/SOrlMaeM9UI/AAAAAAAAABY/zl72IrDENJg/s320/09292008(003).jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SnAoTLepZ_E/SOrlMgFDdzI/AAAAAAAAABg/dTM8Th4lNH4/s1600-h/10022008.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5254263918213429042" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SnAoTLepZ_E/SOrlMgFDdzI/AAAAAAAAABg/dTM8Th4lNH4/s320/10022008.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SnAoTLepZ_E/SOrlMxRRN8I/AAAAAAAAABo/yCM7B6-3jdE/s1600-h/10022008(001).jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5254263922828064706" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SnAoTLepZ_E/SOrlMxRRN8I/AAAAAAAAABo/yCM7B6-3jdE/s320/10022008(001).jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;quiet damn ! errr .. hate it! got an answer fer accounting yet i knoe it's wrong ! big X .. uhuu . i guees i'll fail. wew. atleast done done done wit accntg. "bhala na" god is oweiz dr .. hhaay.. nothing mur to say .. just wanna share sum edited picx .. out of three, two is cumin' from K &amp;amp; F .. horhor. XD&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;better check it out, wans't clear but datx it !! haha (; beeh .. (up) ♥&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/7769671602210915173-6412783658501383092?l=boutherthoughts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://boutherthoughts.blogspot.com/feeds/6412783658501383092/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7769671602210915173&amp;postID=6412783658501383092' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7769671602210915173/posts/default/6412783658501383092'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7769671602210915173/posts/default/6412783658501383092'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://boutherthoughts.blogspot.com/2008/10/first-dae-exam.html' title='first dae exam !'/><author><name>` when9tut --</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12676005577026561473</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/_SnAoTLepZ_E/SNzlTCAi1jI/AAAAAAAAAAM/v0jq60E4lpE/S220/sad+sad+daw+acou+...jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SnAoTLepZ_E/SOrlMaeM9UI/AAAAAAAAABY/zl72IrDENJg/s72-c/09292008(003).jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7769671602210915173.post-8622654703150096805</id><published>2008-10-04T01:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-04T01:26:29.973-07:00</updated><title type='text'>finals is about to come! :X</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;finals is about to come! dun even knoe how to studii ebriting about this examination. i reli nid to strive hard .. gahd! hope u'll guide me .. first day of examination, first subject -- ACCOUNTiNG .. crap! i xoxo hate dat subj. dat was my weak subj .. mui midterm grade in dat subj was quiet annoying. errr! hope i can do things so, i reli want to knoe more about this subj. [nkkacra xa!, errr!] hhhahai, information technology, wit an accounting subj, watda! for what? wew, well .. we can't do nything 'bout it. well, em just hopin' i could pass d subj, i dun want to retain. (juscu po) hope things will go on smoothly.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;well, i can't take my exam w/o my permit .. atleast i've got my permit yesterday. harsh! we haven't time to visit at comfort room for ourselves. wat we did? run, from fourth floor down to the eng'g kiosk. third floor agen for dean and registrar. quiet urghh! but atleast we've almost done! all we need to do now is studii studii study .. hopefully, we could pass the exam! wew. hope so.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;lord, help me! :( i reli need to pass this finals.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7769671602210915173-8622654703150096805?l=boutherthoughts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://boutherthoughts.blogspot.com/feeds/8622654703150096805/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7769671602210915173&amp;postID=8622654703150096805' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7769671602210915173/posts/default/8622654703150096805'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7769671602210915173/posts/default/8622654703150096805'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://boutherthoughts.blogspot.com/2008/10/finals-is-about-to-come-x.html' title='finals is about to come! :X'/><author><name>` when9tut --</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12676005577026561473</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/_SnAoTLepZ_E/SNzlTCAi1jI/AAAAAAAAAAM/v0jq60E4lpE/S220/sad+sad+daw+acou+...jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7769671602210915173.post-5276699806183737959</id><published>2008-10-01T02:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-01T02:26:33.020-07:00</updated><title type='text'>all about muiself .. too long to post it on my 'about me' part ..</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SnAoTLepZ_E/SONCO7Tbq6I/AAAAAAAAABQ/_MAn9hYjCwI/s1600-h/whengkx.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5252114414648929186" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SnAoTLepZ_E/SONCO7Tbq6I/AAAAAAAAABQ/_MAn9hYjCwI/s200/whengkx.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;It has been 16 years since I came out from my mom’s tummy. I have three handsome older brother’s named Robert, Wilfredo, and Elmer. and two pretty sister named Alma Lyn and Liezl. I LOVE to eat “yummy”. Love’s to sing. LOVES to take picture “obviously”. Addict in blue’s stuff. I spend most of time in texting while listening to music. Whenever I feel sad I found listening love song’s or writing something chuva! Yeah, that’s my drama. I LOVE TO WRITE without restraint. I xoxo LOVE POOH . hope someone got an intension to buy for me, assuming?. I’m a movie buff and love goofing around with my friends BUT I don’t like hanging out with a lot of people that much. I can’t manage to wear anything. I don’t want to wear those uber sexii one. eEiw!.xp. but I have a knack for shopping, it relieves me for my own consistent depression. I look mataray, masungit, suplada, snob type gal, and whatever. All right, I knew it, BUT you should know me first before you judge me. I’m sensitive nut then, oi don’t let it show. I abhor people keep on tricking you after you’ve given your whole trust. So be careful. Don’t you dare to fool me? kei sumbong ta mu .. hihi .. x) I am a big dreamer, I have lots of ambitions in life, all of which I do not guarantee to myself but I intended to take one step at a rime, liberated with thoughts, driven with passion, innocent but clever, believer yet a critic and most of all a god fearing. Jealous envy average girl. LOVE to blab about everything with my friends. My families are friends fuel my bottomless attitude of gratitude for being an amazing the ways they are the people in my life are the bomb dignity.I’m not afraid or embarrassed to say or share the silly things about myself. I’m not that transparent person what you see is not what you get. I like looking into other people’s emotions and sharing their lives. I’m a person of sentiments and I value everything thriving. I’m emotional. I cry a lot and that’s how I take out my emotions (anger). I cry sometimes when I’m watching sad movies. I cry when I’m sad, pissed off or angry. I’m very sensitive, I get hurt easily. I am also a moody gal, I have the biggest swings, and I change my mood like in every other hour. Accept me don’t change me. Neither condemns me nor put me down. Accept me for what I am; no you need to agree with me. For I am a total being. Have my faults, I have my guilt’s, but that is who I am perfect I will never be, allow me to inhibited. Do not pressure me into feeling what I do not feel. Accept me when I’m flying high as I had accepted you when you are flying high. Do not out me down, nor make me feel unhappy about me.Just accept me. The things that you hate about me are the things that make me real, part of who really I am. So it’s better to hate me for who I really I am than loved me foe being someone I pretended to be. I detest people who are plastics and pretentious ones. It’s just not my thing. I’m east to get along with; I can be your friend. Just don’t mess up with me and my loved ones. I am what I am. Deal with it or leave? It’s up to you. I do hate convincing people sometimes. I don’t need to pretend just to please anyone. I am a scared shitless whore. I’m a complex being, versatile in a sense. I can mingle to anyone as long as with good intensions and those interested ones. Oh by the way, I’m a net freak. I spend whole time as long as I have time. xD . About guys, descent and well educated one, I want neat and very organize. Proud of proclaiming to the world that he loves me with full of contentment. Be sure to catch me if I fall, simple as that. I am afraid of rejections, parting and letting go. So if you’re here now and later you’ll leave me behind? Oh boy, don’t make things more complicated now or never. I’ll wait for him, that one man sweep off mu feet. I am a romantic and if this fall is not possible then all I wish for is a man to love me truly, madly. Without doubts! With contentment! I wait for the universe to conspire for it’s awakening something true and lasting. can’t for mui [laughtop, braces, ipod] xD . hahay. kapwa freshy, gudluck stin !. &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/7769671602210915173-5276699806183737959?l=boutherthoughts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://boutherthoughts.blogspot.com/feeds/5276699806183737959/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7769671602210915173&amp;postID=5276699806183737959' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7769671602210915173/posts/default/5276699806183737959'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7769671602210915173/posts/default/5276699806183737959'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://boutherthoughts.blogspot.com/2008/10/all-about-muiself-too-long-to-post-it.html' title='all about muiself .. too long to post it on my &apos;about me&apos; part ..'/><author><name>` when9tut --</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12676005577026561473</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/_SnAoTLepZ_E/SNzlTCAi1jI/AAAAAAAAAAM/v0jq60E4lpE/S220/sad+sad+daw+acou+...jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SnAoTLepZ_E/SONCO7Tbq6I/AAAAAAAAABQ/_MAn9hYjCwI/s72-c/whengkx.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7769671602210915173.post-3675732559296772910</id><published>2008-10-01T01:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-01T01:37:38.663-07:00</updated><title type='text'>holiday .. haha! (; surf surf surf ..</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SnAoTLepZ_E/SOM2oSKOnAI/AAAAAAAAABA/4IFwnRrICDQ/s1600-h/kf+is+heart.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5252101656141536258" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SnAoTLepZ_E/SOM2oSKOnAI/AAAAAAAAABA/4IFwnRrICDQ/s320/kf+is+heart.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;it's holiday! haha .. and here i am again .. sharing . haha! hmm, i didn't visit mui blog for 2 days. bc bc bc .. even now, 'em too bc .. well, i woke up! buy ingredientx for brownies (as oweiz) ahaha . den bake .. as of now. i was supposed to planned for my costume tomorrow's modeling. (nakx! i dun hav any qualifications for a model) waha! but well, it's a must! wew. i need skinny, shoes, and shirt. just as simple as that. wish me luck for tomorrow's activity. ahaha! (; toink! , hmmm. nythin' to share? hmmm, nothing. i supposed to share a lot for dz past days but i nver visit dz blog datx y i need to refresh mui mind .. haha! but well. as far as i remember, i guess it's all about our inspiration .. KF , haha! look up .. wehi . and and and .. we do hav our probie again .. we're too emotional. haha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;tala &amp;amp;&amp;amp; i both hab a probie 'bout our studies. maybe we'll stop schooling. uhuhu. :( financial probie BUT we still think positive. positiv, positiv, positiv .. g0o for it ! we think there's a solution .. still, we smile 'coz of our iNSPiRATiON . tnx for them! idk wat to say, nawalan nku xah concentration. i'll share again nxtym .. bbye for now.&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/7769671602210915173-3675732559296772910?l=boutherthoughts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://boutherthoughts.blogspot.com/feeds/3675732559296772910/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7769671602210915173&amp;postID=3675732559296772910' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7769671602210915173/posts/default/3675732559296772910'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7769671602210915173/posts/default/3675732559296772910'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://boutherthoughts.blogspot.com/2008/10/holiday-haha-surf-surf-surf.html' title='holiday .. haha! (; surf surf surf ..'/><author><name>` when9tut --</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12676005577026561473</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/_SnAoTLepZ_E/SNzlTCAi1jI/AAAAAAAAAAM/v0jq60E4lpE/S220/sad+sad+daw+acou+...jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SnAoTLepZ_E/SOM2oSKOnAI/AAAAAAAAABA/4IFwnRrICDQ/s72-c/kf+is+heart.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7769671602210915173.post-1522151338082543205</id><published>2008-09-27T04:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-27T04:54:01.740-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SnAoTLepZ_E/SN4ekSFztpI/AAAAAAAAAA4/QxZpSNybVCk/s1600-h/edited3.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SnAoTLepZ_E/SN4ekSFztpI/AAAAAAAAAA4/QxZpSNybVCk/s320/edited3.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5250667824240899730" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SnAoTLepZ_E/SN4dfQrFpSI/AAAAAAAAAAw/NpMwHSjtFC4/s1600-h/edited2.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SnAoTLepZ_E/SN4dfQrFpSI/AAAAAAAAAAw/NpMwHSjtFC4/s320/edited2.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5250666638449419554" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SnAoTLepZ_E/SN4b9w4Hz-I/AAAAAAAAAAo/KcBWNoQs8Bs/s1600-h/edited.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SnAoTLepZ_E/SN4b9w4Hz-I/AAAAAAAAAAo/KcBWNoQs8Bs/s320/edited.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5250664963466842082" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;haha! it's saturdae? hmmm, wat about dz dae? well, we're just too bc doin' skul workx. no time for rest. we need to compile all the projectx! crap .. not enough time .. 2 iT subjectx, wit a proj on it . it wasn't that easy .. but we can't do nythin about it but to follow.. still, it's good to follow them than having F in finals .. i started my dae wit a smile yet i ended it wit an embarrased felling. 8am was the said plan to start doin' our proj. but as a student, lazyness comes first. so, we're late and we alredii started at 9 o'clock. quiet funny but we're too serious on it. as time runs, we never did nything 'bout proj but check , update our fs instead. after 2 hours of surfin', we felt unhappi then. we dun even start even just 1 letter .. now, that's y we're 'problematic' .. monday's about to come and that would be the day of deadline .. omg! we don't even know wat to do .. but well, we're keepin' a deep breathe and thinking positive that tomorrow, we will be goin' to do it .. no fs, no chats, no research neither. 'coz it's just as simple as [powerpoint] bad isn't it? haha! positive, positive ..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we've tried to do nythin' for us to do our proj .. but failure. kind'a sad 'coz we relii tot my laptop is coming tomorrow but sad to say, it was cancelled. we've tried to call for a help in our friends, to borrow their laptops, to gave us an idea but still .. Failure. after for such an hour, we've planned to make a move! tala &amp;amp; ii went to the G-mall. waiting for her dad .. we stroll and we've got sum picx wyl we're there .. (up there) haha! funny. and datx it .. wehihi. xD we ride on goin' to matatag .. haha! bhai nla tala. we took picx wyl on the car. then, we eat, took picxurs &amp;amp;&amp;amp; here we are. typing. wahha! xD i'll sleep over here 'til tomorrow. after proj, cum back home .. haha! (; beeeh ..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;as of now? hmm, we're hungry. i'll just leave this wit a smile ☺and a ♥ fer y'all .. muaa.&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/7769671602210915173-1522151338082543205?l=boutherthoughts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://boutherthoughts.blogspot.com/feeds/1522151338082543205/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7769671602210915173&amp;postID=1522151338082543205' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7769671602210915173/posts/default/1522151338082543205'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7769671602210915173/posts/default/1522151338082543205'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://boutherthoughts.blogspot.com/2008/09/haha-its-saturdae-hmmm-wat-about-dz-dae.html' title=''/><author><name>` when9tut --</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12676005577026561473</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/_SnAoTLepZ_E/SNzlTCAi1jI/AAAAAAAAAAM/v0jq60E4lpE/S220/sad+sad+daw+acou+...jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SnAoTLepZ_E/SN4ekSFztpI/AAAAAAAAAA4/QxZpSNybVCk/s72-c/edited3.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7769671602210915173.post-7035879842327489974</id><published>2008-09-26T06:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-26T06:26:15.664-07:00</updated><title type='text'>deo's burdae ! (tala's bro) haha ,, (;</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:85%;"&gt;a pleasant day .. ahaha! it's deo's burdei .. tala's bro. tala is one of my close friend ryt now. a good good friend. we both hav dat nice atittude. no wonder we sometimes say we're best friends .. sept 26, 20o8 .. well, maybe it's a pleasant day .. earlii mornin', we felt a not so good dae . ahaha! we relli dun knoe wat to do 4 her to change (gen) but we're hopin' , as soon as possible she would came into dat part .. well, stop about her . she's just a so called "freak &amp;amp;&amp;amp; liar" for us . and we can't do nythin' about it .. there she is, and we guess she's happi ayt now .. we can't blame her too. well, i dun want to share 'bout her dat much, 'em afraid dat time will cum i'll find it out she read dz .. "angry &amp;amp;&amp;amp; heartache" will be the next 4 xur .. nwei, in d end of dz dae, still ... happi. haha! after class, we waited for tala's dad .. i dun expected dat i can go wid dem .. *shy* her dad, mom, siz &amp;amp; her (siz's bf) is there .. *shy'shy* .. well, datx it! it's raining and inside d car ? (coldd) haha .. wif aircon. chit chat wit her cz and most spexali wit tala. we drop by --&gt; cake gallery , they buy a kyuti cake fer deo.. den datx it . i go home .. and wit a cake! how sweet tala's mom is .. haha!, lubb nea tlgah acou. she gave me 2 slices of cake 'coz i can't go wid dem daw .. so aun .. haha! it ends after .. i thanked dem.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;it's my first post so i guess i would stop ir ..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;a lot of people txted me na. haha! (; *adeeek*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;` first post&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7769671602210915173-7035879842327489974?l=boutherthoughts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://boutherthoughts.blogspot.com/feeds/7035879842327489974/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7769671602210915173&amp;postID=7035879842327489974' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7769671602210915173/posts/default/7035879842327489974'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7769671602210915173/posts/default/7035879842327489974'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://boutherthoughts.blogspot.com/2008/09/deos-burdae-talas-bro.html' title='deo&apos;s burdae ! 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