<?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-38776029</id><updated>2011-12-07T08:29:10.722+08:00</updated><category term='personal experience'/><category term='dramatic'/><category term='Tag'/><category term='beerthoughts'/><category term='MOMents with Lola'/><category term='friendship talks'/><category term='kademonyuhan'/><category term='family matters'/><category term='carzy thought'/><category term='insights'/><category term='GRATITYUD'/><category term='personal thoughts'/><category term='music from air supply'/><category term='about me'/><category term='ads'/><category term='shopping'/><category term='My current readings'/><category term='passion on fashion'/><category term='advertisement'/><category term='Bien&apos;s world'/><category term='farm ni merlita'/><category term='crazythoughts'/><category term='kiddie'/><title type='text'>witchyboop</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shewhosnameisnothing.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38776029/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shewhosnameisnothing.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38776029/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>SailorWitch</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-LJ9D1M-PgSE/Tt42Qm9DPGI/AAAAAAAACQs/6UzZTxx39CM/s220/Picture%2B010.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>420</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38776029.post-9057275796243708282</id><published>2011-12-07T08:12:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-12-07T08:25:39.479+08:00</updated><title type='text'>New "ME"</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;&lt;div dir="rtl" style="text-align: right;"&gt;I'm filled with &lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;joy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt; and &lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;peace&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt; in my heart.&amp;nbsp; The past articles posted here were not so nice and this one became a "hateblog".&amp;nbsp; I've deleted those articles and some were posted privately .&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div dir="rtl" style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div dir="rtl" style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-nokqhfmnLC4/Tt6yUeNVyFI/AAAAAAAACRY/4eJV4W4luZk/s1600/bunyag+150.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="178" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-nokqhfmnLC4/Tt6yUeNVyFI/AAAAAAAACRY/4eJV4W4luZk/s200/bunyag+150.jpg" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I am now going to start to write again here but this time with so much&lt;span style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt; HOPE and HappY Thoughts&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div dir="rtl" style="text-align: right;"&gt;Lately, I've been in a lot of pain but God send me His angels to survived.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div dir="rtl" style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div dir="rtl" style="text-align: right;"&gt;My family, my friends and my faith keeps me going.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div dir="rtl" style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div dir="rtl" style="text-align: right;"&gt;It is just one day when I forgive those who pained me and I said sorry to those I've wronged that&amp;nbsp; I feel better and happy.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div dir="rtl" style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div dir="rtl" style="text-align: right;"&gt;Being a fighter is so tiring. There are times &lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;w&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;hen u h&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;a&lt;/span&gt;ve to stop, t&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;h&lt;/span&gt;ink and re&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;fl&lt;/span&gt;ect&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;. We may not win the battle but knowing that verbally we disciplined our own mouth is more than winning.&amp;nbsp; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div dir="rtl" style="text-align: right;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div dir="rtl" style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div dir="rtl" style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div dir="rtl" style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div dir="rtl" style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38776029-9057275796243708282?l=shewhosnameisnothing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shewhosnameisnothing.blogspot.com/feeds/9057275796243708282/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38776029&amp;postID=9057275796243708282&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38776029/posts/default/9057275796243708282'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38776029/posts/default/9057275796243708282'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shewhosnameisnothing.blogspot.com/2011/12/new-me.html' title='New &quot;ME&quot;'/><author><name>SailorWitch</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-LJ9D1M-PgSE/Tt42Qm9DPGI/AAAAAAAACQs/6UzZTxx39CM/s220/Picture%2B010.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-nokqhfmnLC4/Tt6yUeNVyFI/AAAAAAAACRY/4eJV4W4luZk/s72-c/bunyag+150.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38776029.post-2641504047321222488</id><published>2010-07-02T11:01:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-07-02T11:04:13.879+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Never Ending</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9HnSCKZ12xw/TC1W39MrGII/AAAAAAAACLU/GKTlN9r87lQ/s1600/kissing.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 135px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9HnSCKZ12xw/TC1W39MrGII/AAAAAAAACLU/GKTlN9r87lQ/s200/kissing.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5489139040155015298" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;The love they shared will never end.&lt;br /&gt;I love you both!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38776029-2641504047321222488?l=shewhosnameisnothing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shewhosnameisnothing.blogspot.com/feeds/2641504047321222488/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38776029&amp;postID=2641504047321222488&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38776029/posts/default/2641504047321222488'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38776029/posts/default/2641504047321222488'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shewhosnameisnothing.blogspot.com/2010/07/never-ending.html' title='Never Ending'/><author><name>SailorWitch</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-LJ9D1M-PgSE/Tt42Qm9DPGI/AAAAAAAACQs/6UzZTxx39CM/s220/Picture%2B010.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9HnSCKZ12xw/TC1W39MrGII/AAAAAAAACLU/GKTlN9r87lQ/s72-c/kissing.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38776029.post-1378202092668825768</id><published>2010-06-01T01:09:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-06-01T01:17:14.297+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hate Notebook</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9HnSCKZ12xw/TAPtt80h10I/AAAAAAAACLM/8EhWUhssyas/s1600/Picture+003.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/_9HnSCKZ12xw/TAPtt80h10I/AAAAAAAACLM/8EhWUhssyas/s200/Picture+003.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5477482945489000258" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Para akong baliw kapag galit. Sumusugod at di nag-iisip. To lessen the evil in me I need something where I can unload my emotions. Gym. Jogging. Hunger. Ulcer. All were not enough to satiate me. Para masatisfy gumawa ako ng hate notebook where I can unload all my hatred. Kelangan eh di kasi ako makapag-isip ng mabuti kapag galit.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38776029-1378202092668825768?l=shewhosnameisnothing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shewhosnameisnothing.blogspot.com/feeds/1378202092668825768/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38776029&amp;postID=1378202092668825768&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38776029/posts/default/1378202092668825768'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38776029/posts/default/1378202092668825768'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shewhosnameisnothing.blogspot.com/2010/06/hate-notebook.html' title='Hate Notebook'/><author><name>SailorWitch</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-LJ9D1M-PgSE/Tt42Qm9DPGI/AAAAAAAACQs/6UzZTxx39CM/s220/Picture%2B010.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9HnSCKZ12xw/TAPtt80h10I/AAAAAAAACLM/8EhWUhssyas/s72-c/Picture+003.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38776029.post-151414950533893528</id><published>2010-06-01T00:22:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-06-01T00:27:21.161+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Nakunan</title><content type='html'>Yung baby project namin. Nawala.&lt;br /&gt;Nagbibiyahe ako nun pa-davao eh para mapagbigyan lang ang luho ni Madam at matuwa naman si King Philips.&lt;br /&gt;Na -stress yata kaya pag-uwi ng gensan dinugo. Yung baby project di pinahintulutan ng panahon. At sa tuwing naiisip ko ang pangyayaring ito, hindi ko alam kung ako ba ay matutuwa o malulungkot.&lt;br /&gt;Kapag kasi natuloy yung ipinagbubuntis ko at me emotional problem akung pinagdadaanan ay lalong mas mahirap. Parang dejavu lang nung pinag bubuntis ko ang panganay ko.  &lt;br /&gt;Hahay  life... buti sana kung me lovelife.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38776029-151414950533893528?l=shewhosnameisnothing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shewhosnameisnothing.blogspot.com/feeds/151414950533893528/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38776029&amp;postID=151414950533893528&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38776029/posts/default/151414950533893528'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38776029/posts/default/151414950533893528'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shewhosnameisnothing.blogspot.com/2010/06/nakunan.html' title='Nakunan'/><author><name>SailorWitch</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-LJ9D1M-PgSE/Tt42Qm9DPGI/AAAAAAAACQs/6UzZTxx39CM/s220/Picture%2B010.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38776029.post-948799248131636835</id><published>2010-05-24T00:10:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-24T00:49:53.981+08:00</updated><title type='text'>My heart's a virgin!</title><content type='html'>All he do for us is much appreciated.  Nakaka-high siyang mag-lOve!. When I get mad  he makes sure to cool me down. Sasabihin nyang "Uyy... wag iyak langga-langa ko. Hays~  He is the only person who see who I am ~ yung pinaka-pangit kong ugali pero I would still feel his love. Our attitude may not match in some ways yet my respect for this person I married grows more everyday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; My job as a wife is to go and adjust with him kasabay ng mga pagbabagong nangyayari at mangyayari pa sa aming buhay.  I don't know if I'm doing my best as his wife, friend and lifetime partner pero sigurado naman akong I make him happy. Kami ni Bien.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Kaninang umaga was his flight to Manila and soon next week his flight to Scotland. I was with him in the airport and so was Bien, my uncle who drove the car, my aunt and Lean.  For the past days  we've been spending our nights crying and hugging na para bang mauubusan kami ng bukas.  I thought we'd shed enough tears pero hindi pala enough. Umaagas talaga ang mga nagababaga kong luha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; We hugged when it was already time to check inside. He kissed me and my son. Tapos ayun na, he was walking inside and while doing it palingun-lingon  sa amin si Dad. I wanna cry again pero dapat ang asta ko ~my heart is a stone!~ and so I was smiling pa to him habang sumensenyas na "Okey, go na inside Daddy." He smiled back at sinabing ~ "six months Mommy, Six months, susunod kayo~ Tapos I saw him na pinupunasan ng panyo ang mga mata.  Di ko na kinaya, tumalikod na ako at umiyak. Pati yata lalamunan ko merong nakabara. Na-mi-miss ko na kaagad si Dad. When the plane  departed I felt my heart is tearing literally.  I just can't described the pain. No adjectives would fit. Para bang my heart's a virgin. Iyong parang ngayon lang nasaktan.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38776029-948799248131636835?l=shewhosnameisnothing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shewhosnameisnothing.blogspot.com/feeds/948799248131636835/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38776029&amp;postID=948799248131636835&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38776029/posts/default/948799248131636835'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38776029/posts/default/948799248131636835'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shewhosnameisnothing.blogspot.com/2010/05/my-hearts-virgin.html' title='My heart&apos;s a virgin!'/><author><name>SailorWitch</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-LJ9D1M-PgSE/Tt42Qm9DPGI/AAAAAAAACQs/6UzZTxx39CM/s220/Picture%2B010.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38776029.post-3839966604681836397</id><published>2010-05-06T21:11:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-06T21:14:40.057+08:00</updated><title type='text'>A gift from Edith</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9HnSCKZ12xw/S-LAXzmtAFI/AAAAAAAACKk/VQrJyN5ObLM/s1600/101_4632.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 148px; height: 200px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9HnSCKZ12xw/S-LAXzmtAFI/AAAAAAAACKk/VQrJyN5ObLM/s200/101_4632.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5468144412803268690" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9HnSCKZ12xw/S-LAXYjcESI/AAAAAAAACKc/ruESWKTvxBU/s1600/101_4633.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 148px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9HnSCKZ12xw/S-LAXYjcESI/AAAAAAAACKc/ruESWKTvxBU/s200/101_4633.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5468144405541818658" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you Dith for ur gifts. I love the mugs and I'm using them na every day!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38776029-3839966604681836397?l=shewhosnameisnothing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shewhosnameisnothing.blogspot.com/feeds/3839966604681836397/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38776029&amp;postID=3839966604681836397&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38776029/posts/default/3839966604681836397'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38776029/posts/default/3839966604681836397'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shewhosnameisnothing.blogspot.com/2010/05/gift-from-edith.html' title='A gift from Edith'/><author><name>SailorWitch</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-LJ9D1M-PgSE/Tt42Qm9DPGI/AAAAAAAACQs/6UzZTxx39CM/s220/Picture%2B010.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9HnSCKZ12xw/S-LAXzmtAFI/AAAAAAAACKk/VQrJyN5ObLM/s72-c/101_4632.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38776029.post-83503157825480228</id><published>2010-05-06T21:00:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-06T21:05:41.436+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Careless</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9HnSCKZ12xw/S-K9u3Q6rHI/AAAAAAAACKU/9NjJcFiAL8k/s1600/101_4638.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 194px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9HnSCKZ12xw/S-K9u3Q6rHI/AAAAAAAACKU/9NjJcFiAL8k/s200/101_4638.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5468141510387739762" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes I really am so careless in small details. Like this~ I was overwhelmed pa naman when I saw some books of heart Yngrid. It's actually Book 1 and Book 2. Dahil nga siguro I've been  thinking of many things at that time dalawang book two na books ang nabili ko instead of buying the book one and two. Ang ending, pagsisisi.&lt;br /&gt;Sa inis ko lang~&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38776029-83503157825480228?l=shewhosnameisnothing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shewhosnameisnothing.blogspot.com/feeds/83503157825480228/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38776029&amp;postID=83503157825480228&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38776029/posts/default/83503157825480228'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38776029/posts/default/83503157825480228'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shewhosnameisnothing.blogspot.com/2010/05/careless.html' title='Careless'/><author><name>SailorWitch</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-LJ9D1M-PgSE/Tt42Qm9DPGI/AAAAAAAACQs/6UzZTxx39CM/s220/Picture%2B010.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9HnSCKZ12xw/S-K9u3Q6rHI/AAAAAAAACKU/9NjJcFiAL8k/s72-c/101_4638.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38776029.post-6601492415011200315</id><published>2010-05-06T19:44:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-06T20:09:12.131+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Connie Mason</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9HnSCKZ12xw/S-Ktst9MCoI/AAAAAAAACKM/4v0vejoUUac/s1600/101_4639.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 148px; height: 200px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9HnSCKZ12xw/S-Ktst9MCoI/AAAAAAAACKM/4v0vejoUUac/s200/101_4639.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5468123881343289986" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got her name from my other house named BOOKWORM (the homepage where romanticos like me stays).  I had four books of Connie Mason given to me by my Mom during my birth-month this year  and  finally I am now reading the books this week. One more book to go na lang then I will send it to Jayvee na (madami na akong utang sa babaye). Back to CMASON~ I was very intimate with her novels kasi nga lately I'm  IN for Historical Romances. Natutuwa ako. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aside from Nora Roberts and Sandra Hill, Connie fulfills me. Reading her books were like reading a tagalog novels. Yun nga ang sabi ko, very easy to digest and I simply love each plots and sub-plots of the story.  Mababaw lang naman kasi nga lovestory pero kinikilig ako. I simply like every mason twist.  Hayz, makabayot! Love it gyud!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38776029-6601492415011200315?l=shewhosnameisnothing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shewhosnameisnothing.blogspot.com/feeds/6601492415011200315/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38776029&amp;postID=6601492415011200315&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38776029/posts/default/6601492415011200315'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38776029/posts/default/6601492415011200315'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shewhosnameisnothing.blogspot.com/2010/05/connie-mason.html' title='Connie Mason'/><author><name>SailorWitch</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-LJ9D1M-PgSE/Tt42Qm9DPGI/AAAAAAAACQs/6UzZTxx39CM/s220/Picture%2B010.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9HnSCKZ12xw/S-Ktst9MCoI/AAAAAAAACKM/4v0vejoUUac/s72-c/101_4639.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38776029.post-6479332596262100151</id><published>2010-05-06T19:33:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-06T19:43:19.565+08:00</updated><title type='text'>look here!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9HnSCKZ12xw/S-KpzDpBcjI/AAAAAAAACKE/tFYkt5stwkU/s1600/sexy+legs.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 164px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9HnSCKZ12xw/S-KpzDpBcjI/AAAAAAAACKE/tFYkt5stwkU/s200/sexy+legs.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5468119592196993586" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In a closer view my my tummy looks like this. I don't know if it's halata na but here's WITCHY...... tadaaaa!!!!!! (feeling artista. 'langhiya, confirmed na self-adik!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'd like to thank Jayvee for the one I'm wearing in the pix. Very colorful. I feel young tuloy. Though it's not  my usual color but I love wearing it these days.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bading... salamat. Langga gyud teka~&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38776029-6479332596262100151?l=shewhosnameisnothing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shewhosnameisnothing.blogspot.com/feeds/6479332596262100151/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38776029&amp;postID=6479332596262100151&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38776029/posts/default/6479332596262100151'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38776029/posts/default/6479332596262100151'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shewhosnameisnothing.blogspot.com/2010/05/wombie.html' title='look here!'/><author><name>SailorWitch</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-LJ9D1M-PgSE/Tt42Qm9DPGI/AAAAAAAACQs/6UzZTxx39CM/s220/Picture%2B010.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9HnSCKZ12xw/S-KpzDpBcjI/AAAAAAAACKE/tFYkt5stwkU/s72-c/sexy+legs.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38776029.post-1088425360242150838</id><published>2010-04-03T13:02:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-03T13:04:55.917+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Kim Nam-gil</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9HnSCKZ12xw/S7bMadZrS7I/AAAAAAAACJ8/MshJjavOid4/s1600/photo112298.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 116px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9HnSCKZ12xw/S7bMadZrS7I/AAAAAAAACJ8/MshJjavOid4/s200/photo112298.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5455772753546922930" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9HnSCKZ12xw/S7bMX7o7LPI/AAAAAAAACJ0/cNjhX_29DpE/s1600/photo112300.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 194px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9HnSCKZ12xw/S7bMX7o7LPI/AAAAAAAACJ0/cNjhX_29DpE/s200/photo112300.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5455772710124334322" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He dominates my heart.&lt;br /&gt;I will tell more more after my bonding with hubby.&lt;br /&gt;Basta, I love him. Wala ng Andy Garcia sa buhay ko.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38776029-1088425360242150838?l=shewhosnameisnothing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shewhosnameisnothing.blogspot.com/feeds/1088425360242150838/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38776029&amp;postID=1088425360242150838&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38776029/posts/default/1088425360242150838'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38776029/posts/default/1088425360242150838'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shewhosnameisnothing.blogspot.com/2010/04/kim-nam-gil.html' title='Kim Nam-gil'/><author><name>SailorWitch</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-LJ9D1M-PgSE/Tt42Qm9DPGI/AAAAAAAACQs/6UzZTxx39CM/s220/Picture%2B010.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9HnSCKZ12xw/S7bMadZrS7I/AAAAAAAACJ8/MshJjavOid4/s72-c/photo112298.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38776029.post-3478535645064221242</id><published>2010-03-24T15:16:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-24T15:23:14.509+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ads'/><title type='text'>Meeting Women</title><content type='html'>Most of my male friends in the last school I attended were eager to &lt;a href="http://www.puaforums.com/how-meet-women/ "&gt;meet women&lt;/a&gt;. I guess they would want to date them seriously.  They’re not getting any younger so I am so sure that they are  serious in such doings. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It amazes me to know that they meet women through online forums.&lt;br /&gt;Well, online dating is not really new but with these bunch of male friends I’ve got, who,  in my mind were the weirdest &lt;a href="http://www.puaforums.com"&gt;pickup artist&lt;/a&gt; I have known in this wide universe is something I can’t imagine. &lt;br /&gt;But!&lt;br /&gt;Everything in this world do changed.  These were the  last men that I thought would asked women to date because of fear that women might reject them. &lt;br /&gt;Now, it is a lot easier. Before you’ll feel being rejected, you already are dating the woman you meet from the forum accepting the whole of you.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38776029-3478535645064221242?l=shewhosnameisnothing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shewhosnameisnothing.blogspot.com/feeds/3478535645064221242/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38776029&amp;postID=3478535645064221242&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38776029/posts/default/3478535645064221242'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38776029/posts/default/3478535645064221242'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shewhosnameisnothing.blogspot.com/2010/03/meeting-women.html' title='Meeting Women'/><author><name>SailorWitch</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-LJ9D1M-PgSE/Tt42Qm9DPGI/AAAAAAAACQs/6UzZTxx39CM/s220/Picture%2B010.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38776029.post-7892689695017386259</id><published>2010-03-24T14:46:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-24T14:54:01.621+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ads'/><title type='text'>Business Insurance</title><content type='html'>&lt;meta equiv="Content-Type" content="text/html; charset=utf-8"&gt;&lt;meta name="ProgId" content="Word.Document"&gt;&lt;meta name="Generator" content="Microsoft Word 11"&gt;&lt;meta name="Originator" content="Microsoft Word 11"&gt;&lt;link rel="File-List" href="file:///C:%5CDOCUME%7E1%5CFamily%5CLOCALS%7E1%5CTemp%5Cmsohtml1%5C01%5Cclip_filelist.xml"&gt;&lt;o:smarttagtype namespaceuri="urn:schemas-microsoft-com:office:smarttags" name="place"&gt;&lt;/o:smarttagtype&gt;&lt;o:smarttagtype namespaceuri="urn:schemas-microsoft-com:office:smarttags" name="State"&gt;&lt;/o:smarttagtype&gt;&lt;!--[if gte mso 9]&gt;&lt;xml&gt;  &lt;w:worddocument&gt;   &lt;w:view&gt;Normal&lt;/w:View&gt;   &lt;w:zoom&gt;0&lt;/w:Zoom&gt;   &lt;w:punctuationkerning/&gt;   &lt;w:validateagainstschemas/&gt;   &lt;w:saveifxmlinvalid&gt;false&lt;/w:SaveIfXMLInvalid&gt;   &lt;w:ignoremixedcontent&gt;false&lt;/w:IgnoreMixedContent&gt;   &lt;w:alwaysshowplaceholdertext&gt;false&lt;/w:AlwaysShowPlaceholderText&gt;   &lt;w:compatibility&gt;    &lt;w:breakwrappedtables/&gt;    &lt;w:snaptogridincell/&gt;    &lt;w:wraptextwithpunct/&gt;    &lt;w:useasianbreakrules/&gt;    &lt;w:dontgrowautofit/&gt;   &lt;/w:Compatibility&gt;   &lt;w:browserlevel&gt;MicrosoftInternetExplorer4&lt;/w:BrowserLevel&gt;  &lt;/w:WordDocument&gt; &lt;/xml&gt;&lt;![endif]--&gt;&lt;!--[if gte mso 9]&gt;&lt;xml&gt;  &lt;w:latentstyles deflockedstate="false" latentstylecount="156"&gt;  &lt;/w:LatentStyles&gt; &lt;/xml&gt;&lt;![endif]--&gt;&lt;!--[if !mso]&gt;&lt;object classid="clsid:38481807-CA0E-42D2-BF39-B33AF135CC4D" id="ieooui"&gt;&lt;/object&gt; &lt;style&gt; st1\:*{behavior:url(#ieooui) } &lt;/style&gt; &lt;![endif]--&gt;&lt;style&gt; &lt;!--  /* Style Definitions */  p.MsoNormal, li.MsoNormal, div.MsoNormal 	{mso-style-parent:""; 	margin:0in; 	margin-bottom:.0001pt; 	mso-pagination:widow-orphan; 	font-size:12.0pt; 	font-family:"Times New Roman"; 	mso-fareast-font-family:"Times New Roman";} @page Section1 	{size:8.5in 11.0in; 	margin:1.0in 1.25in 1.0in 1.25in; 	mso-header-margin:.5in; 	mso-footer-margin:.5in; 	mso-paper-source:0;} div.Section1 	{page:Section1;} --&gt; &lt;/style&gt;&lt;!--[if gte mso 10]&gt; &lt;style&gt;  /* Style Definitions */  table.MsoNormalTable 	{mso-style-name:"Table Normal"; 	mso-tstyle-rowband-size:0; 	mso-tstyle-colband-size:0; 	mso-style-noshow:yes; 	mso-style-parent:""; 	mso-padding-alt:0in 5.4pt 0in 5.4pt; 	mso-para-margin:0in; 	mso-para-margin-bottom:.0001pt; 	mso-pagination:widow-orphan; 	font-size:10.0pt; 	font-family:"Times New Roman"; 	mso-ansi-language:#0400; 	mso-fareast-language:#0400; 	mso-bidi-language:#0400;} &lt;/style&gt; &lt;![endif]--&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:10pt;color:blue;"   &gt;There are plenty of indemnity &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:10pt;"  &gt;&lt;a href="http://businessinsurance.about.com/"&gt;about&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;business insurance&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:blue;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;today&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;and naturally people would want to ensure their investments through joining this kind of thing. The need to research and do our own study in the insurance company that we are picking nowadays is a must. &lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;We also have to consider many aspects&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;in choosing the kind of &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.localinsurance.com/"&gt;insurance for&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;business&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="color:blue;"&gt;to trust our investment so that in the end we will never regret investing our money. &lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;I always make sure to pick the insurance company that is easier to purchase and sometimes, I consider it big if they have an online insurance applications and online customer services.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;With my busy schedule, online services is a big help. With this, I can look carefully at the comprehensive insurance plan for all my business needs. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:10pt;color:blue;"   &gt;&lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;In my research, I discovered that &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.localinsurance.com/california"&gt;&lt;st1:state st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:10pt;"  &gt;California&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:state&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:10pt;"  &gt;&lt;a href="http://www.localinsurance.com/california"&gt; business insurance&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:blue;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.localinsurance.com/california"&gt; &lt;/a&gt;gives me simple instructions with competent and qualified staff to respond in my needs over the net. That kind of strategy is what I want in picking the kind of company I would trust for my business. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="color:blue;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;input id="gwProxy" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;!--Session data--&gt;&lt;input onclick="jsCall();" id="jsProxy" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;div id="refHTML"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38776029-7892689695017386259?l=shewhosnameisnothing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shewhosnameisnothing.blogspot.com/feeds/7892689695017386259/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38776029&amp;postID=7892689695017386259&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38776029/posts/default/7892689695017386259'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38776029/posts/default/7892689695017386259'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shewhosnameisnothing.blogspot.com/2010/03/business-insurance.html' title='Business Insurance'/><author><name>SailorWitch</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-LJ9D1M-PgSE/Tt42Qm9DPGI/AAAAAAAACQs/6UzZTxx39CM/s220/Picture%2B010.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38776029.post-8164207455349443821</id><published>2010-02-22T00:09:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-22T00:23:22.712+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm just thinking</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I stood up near my college black cassette  and listened to the old tape I remember to keep on playing, in reverse mode,  so I can hear it all night. Those music filled my room for, if not everyday, at least until I graduated from college.  For a long time I just stood exactly&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; feeling the old times!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gosh, ibang-iba yata ako noon. Punong-puno ng angst. Nabubuhay sa galit dahil sa panloloko ng isang tao. Dahil sa naramdamang kasawian dulot ng  pag-ibig!&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Nakakadiring isipin muli kaya lang hindi ko mapigilan.&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Imagine, dahil sa kasawian kong iyun hindi na ako naniwala sa sagradong KASALAN? Anak na lang ang ginusto ko at hindi ang lalaking pakakasalan at habambuhay na mamanyakin!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hays, sayang  ang mga panahong iminukmuk ko. I should have enjoyed life pala. Kung bakit napakatagal kong nagpatali sa hatred hindi ko alam samantalang ang lalaking nanloko sa akin nagpapakasaya! Ewwww.... kabobo ko naman. Dapat pala hindi ko sya ipinagluksa ng ganun katagal. Kadiriii meee.. ehehehe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;History na ito kaya lang kakadiring balikan eh. At kung bakit ko naman binabalikan? Dahil nga sa music that I am currently listening!&lt;br /&gt;As in.. super ewww.&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;input id="gwProxy" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;!--Session data--&gt;&lt;input onclick="jsCall();" id="jsProxy" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;div id="refHTML"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38776029-8164207455349443821?l=shewhosnameisnothing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shewhosnameisnothing.blogspot.com/feeds/8164207455349443821/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38776029&amp;postID=8164207455349443821&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38776029/posts/default/8164207455349443821'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38776029/posts/default/8164207455349443821'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shewhosnameisnothing.blogspot.com/2010/02/im-just-thinking.html' title='I&apos;m just thinking'/><author><name>SailorWitch</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-LJ9D1M-PgSE/Tt42Qm9DPGI/AAAAAAAACQs/6UzZTxx39CM/s220/Picture%2B010.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38776029.post-7910303618276875932</id><published>2010-02-17T23:34:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-18T09:51:08.635+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Bakit me Villar dito ? My god, I'm&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;not&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt; for him!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;input id="gwProxy" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;!--Session data--&gt;&lt;input onclick="jsCall();" id="jsProxy" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;div id="refHTML"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;input id="gwProxy" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;!--Session data--&gt;&lt;input onclick="jsCall();" id="jsProxy" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;div id="refHTML"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38776029-7910303618276875932?l=shewhosnameisnothing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shewhosnameisnothing.blogspot.com/feeds/7910303618276875932/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38776029&amp;postID=7910303618276875932&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38776029/posts/default/7910303618276875932'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38776029/posts/default/7910303618276875932'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shewhosnameisnothing.blogspot.com/2010/02/bakit-me-villar-dito-my-god-im-for-him.html' title=''/><author><name>SailorWitch</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-LJ9D1M-PgSE/Tt42Qm9DPGI/AAAAAAAACQs/6UzZTxx39CM/s220/Picture%2B010.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38776029.post-2192171757557071855</id><published>2010-02-14T08:29:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-14T08:59:48.552+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Heart Talk</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;It&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; is enough when he appreciates my&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; get-up, hairstyl&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;e,weird-thoughts&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Gives me comfort when he embrac&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;es my negativi&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;ty, tantrums&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;, wild-sides&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;and though he is miles apart, he ne&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;ver fails to make me feel appre&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;ciated and most of all&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;LOVED.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;There are times when I wanted to di&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;sturb him while working in the office. But he would gladly give time talking until I get bored.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When at home and he is intensely watching television, I'll turn it off, distract him, test his patience and  instead of getting mad like other husband, ~ he is with  me and make sure I'd have enou&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;gh of him. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9HnSCKZ12xw/S3dJynO5AWI/AAAAAAAACJc/hHan3eQTZW0/s1600-h/app_full_proxy.php.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 76px; height: 70px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9HnSCKZ12xw/S3dJynO5AWI/AAAAAAAACJc/hHan3eQTZW0/s200/app_full_proxy.php.gif" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5437896208946889058" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;I don't need to ask him if I'm pretty because the way he looks at me means more than what I wanna hear. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just like my father and my mother, he is always my number one fan.  His love for me is so selfless. He is &lt;/span&gt;already contented seeing me shining. He is always there  through bad times and good times.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy Vday to you DaddyBear!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;input id="gwProxy" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;!--Session data--&gt;&lt;input onclick="jsCall();" id="jsProxy" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;div id="refHTML"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;input id="gwProxy" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;!--Session data--&gt;&lt;input onclick="jsCall();" id="jsProxy" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;div id="refHTML"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38776029-2192171757557071855?l=shewhosnameisnothing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shewhosnameisnothing.blogspot.com/feeds/2192171757557071855/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38776029&amp;postID=2192171757557071855&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38776029/posts/default/2192171757557071855'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38776029/posts/default/2192171757557071855'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shewhosnameisnothing.blogspot.com/2010/02/heart-talk.html' title='Heart Talk'/><author><name>SailorWitch</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-LJ9D1M-PgSE/Tt42Qm9DPGI/AAAAAAAACQs/6UzZTxx39CM/s220/Picture%2B010.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9HnSCKZ12xw/S3dJynO5AWI/AAAAAAAACJc/hHan3eQTZW0/s72-c/app_full_proxy.php.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38776029.post-1058318977572798204</id><published>2010-02-11T23:58:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-12T00:13:13.636+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sunset Bistro</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9HnSCKZ12xw/S3QpvjQs88I/AAAAAAAACI0/f6TKb95UFZE/s1600-h/hhjjj+021.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 148px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9HnSCKZ12xw/S3QpvjQs88I/AAAAAAAACI0/f6TKb95UFZE/s200/hhjjj+021.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5437016547038917570" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Cozy and soothing. &lt;br /&gt;Why do we like staying here?&lt;br /&gt;Kasi we can read until we wanna read.&lt;br /&gt;The place is peaceful, beautiful and the music playing inside mostly were 80's!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9HnSCKZ12xw/S3QpvAynseI/AAAAAAAACIs/PVqbbG3GQDU/s1600-h/hhjjj+026.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 148px; height: 200px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9HnSCKZ12xw/S3QpvAynseI/AAAAAAAACIs/PVqbbG3GQDU/s200/hhjjj+026.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5437016537785938402" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;As I said, Bien can't wait reading his new books. Kasi naman, it's been months din since he had waited for its availabilty.  Now that he had it, ewan ko na lang kung me time pang mag-aral yan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9HnSCKZ12xw/S3QpuaHTq-I/AAAAAAAACIk/5GP6JDYDNaU/s1600-h/hhjjj+039.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 148px; height: 200px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9HnSCKZ12xw/S3QpuaHTq-I/AAAAAAAACIk/5GP6JDYDNaU/s200/hhjjj+039.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5437016527403723746" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The outside view of  Sunset Bistro.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9HnSCKZ12xw/S3Qpt7TJOUI/AAAAAAAACIc/eCs5ec_TLeQ/s1600-h/hhjjj+028.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 148px; height: 200px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9HnSCKZ12xw/S3Qpt7TJOUI/AAAAAAAACIc/eCs5ec_TLeQ/s200/hhjjj+028.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5437016519131871554" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;He's been reading "The Cats and Dogs" ~ Parang it's in the TV rin pero I'm not really sure.  But as you can see, very involved na sya sa mga characters in the story.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9HnSCKZ12xw/S3QptJ4t7dI/AAAAAAAACIU/tROO7uWDUFI/s1600-h/hhjjj+032.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 148px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9HnSCKZ12xw/S3QptJ4t7dI/AAAAAAAACIU/tROO7uWDUFI/s200/hhjjj+032.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5437016505867693522" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;input id="gwProxy" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;!--Session data--&gt;&lt;input onclick="jsCall();" id="jsProxy" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;div id="refHTML"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;input id="gwProxy" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;!--Session data--&gt;&lt;input onclick="jsCall();" id="jsProxy" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;div id="refHTML"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38776029-1058318977572798204?l=shewhosnameisnothing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shewhosnameisnothing.blogspot.com/feeds/1058318977572798204/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38776029&amp;postID=1058318977572798204&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38776029/posts/default/1058318977572798204'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38776029/posts/default/1058318977572798204'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shewhosnameisnothing.blogspot.com/2010/02/sunset-bistro.html' title='Sunset Bistro'/><author><name>SailorWitch</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-LJ9D1M-PgSE/Tt42Qm9DPGI/AAAAAAAACQs/6UzZTxx39CM/s220/Picture%2B010.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9HnSCKZ12xw/S3QpvjQs88I/AAAAAAAACI0/f6TKb95UFZE/s72-c/hhjjj+021.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38776029.post-714638105324283880</id><published>2010-02-11T23:50:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-18T09:55:19.390+08:00</updated><title type='text'>New books</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9HnSCKZ12xw/S3Qns3uDRII/AAAAAAAACHk/3kbEIGP7vZQ/s1600-h/hhjjj+001.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 238px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9HnSCKZ12xw/S3Qns3uDRII/AAAAAAAACHk/3kbEIGP7vZQ/s320/hhjjj+001.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5437014301967860866" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9HnSCKZ12xw/S3QnrwjbomI/AAAAAAAACHc/CZECniMw64w/s1600-h/hhjjj+035.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 238px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9HnSCKZ12xw/S3QnrwjbomI/AAAAAAAACHc/CZECniMw64w/s320/hhjjj+035.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5437014282864403042" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9HnSCKZ12xw/S3Qnq0cAgPI/AAAAAAAACHU/8XAVmxaWCqM/s1600-h/hhjjj+027.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 238px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9HnSCKZ12xw/S3Qnq0cAgPI/AAAAAAAACHU/8XAVmxaWCqM/s320/hhjjj+027.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5437014266727137522" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I've been toying with couple of things lately.  The most promising is my relationship between books and movies. This life is wonderful. Lalo na ngayong coming summer.  No work, no exam, no lectures. Sleeping with my son, playing with my nieces and nephews, getting up late, good coffee , fresh bread for breakfast and reading books with Bien.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We've been reserving some books for summer though I'm so lucky coz Mareng Nevelle  is just a keypad away to send me hardbound books. Less gastos! Hehehehe....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Right now, I just simply enjoy what life has to offer me.  Sana puro good, kahit simple basta masaya lahat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just finished reading the Amanda Quick and Lisa Kleypas books that is why Bien and I went to bookstore today to purchased new books!&lt;br /&gt;Natuwa naman ako dahil nakatagpo ko uli si Ken! Tagal ko na ring di sya nababasa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;input id="gwProxy" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;!--Session data--&gt;&lt;input onclick="jsCall();" id="jsProxy" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;div id="refHTML"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;input id="gwProxy" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;!--Session data--&gt;&lt;input onclick="jsCall();" id="jsProxy" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;div id="refHTML"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;input id="gwProxy" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;!--Session data--&gt;&lt;input onclick="jsCall();" id="jsProxy" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;div id="refHTML"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38776029-714638105324283880?l=shewhosnameisnothing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shewhosnameisnothing.blogspot.com/feeds/714638105324283880/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38776029&amp;postID=714638105324283880&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38776029/posts/default/714638105324283880'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38776029/posts/default/714638105324283880'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shewhosnameisnothing.blogspot.com/2010/02/new-books.html' title='New books'/><author><name>SailorWitch</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-LJ9D1M-PgSE/Tt42Qm9DPGI/AAAAAAAACQs/6UzZTxx39CM/s220/Picture%2B010.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9HnSCKZ12xw/S3Qns3uDRII/AAAAAAAACHk/3kbEIGP7vZQ/s72-c/hhjjj+001.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38776029.post-474391805058508026</id><published>2010-02-11T10:26:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-11T10:43:53.711+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Gee.. what is diz?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Parang kagabi lang, punong-puno ng heartaches puso ko.&lt;br /&gt;It's not because of Gladysclaire na ka-date ko kahapon but it's because of something happened when I get back home.&lt;br /&gt;I cried again sa inis.&lt;br /&gt;My son was with me trying to call his Dad.&lt;br /&gt;Then I just found out na lang that we both talking to Daddy bear na.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've never felt this sensitive all my life kaya nagulat ako how I felt kagabi.  I can't even talk to daddy bear well enough kasi parang ayaw lumabas ng boses ko. Naka-stuck lang sa aking throat.&lt;br /&gt;He was there sa phone comforting me.  As I said in my past articles, I can't help being so sensitive now. Madali lang akong paiyakin. This is not so meee...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;About the thing happened&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't wanna felt na parang violated kahit hindi naman.  Basta ayaw kong binubulyawan ako. I would react hard! Dati naman, madali lang i-ignore. Ako pah, masaktan na kayong lahat, nungka na masasaktan agad feelings ko. Sweet ako na medyo manhid. Pero ngayun overly sensitive.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dati, if I want something, I can wait. I would kulit you to death but I can still wait.&lt;br /&gt;Ngayon? Naku, kung ayaw mo, wag mo. Di kita pipilitin. Kaya kitang tikisin!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Buti na lang my mom came in my room this morning. Send me some fruit juice to drink and nicely she told me na pabayaan na lang what happened kagabi between me and my father. (YES! Papa ko kairingan ko)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I keep quite lang. Biglang iniba ni mommy usapan. Ang topic namin si Villar! Napangiti ako ng tuluyan. You know I can see how passionate she is sa politics here. She's been very busy lately with her public appearances sa community.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Before she go, she told me how passionate person I am. Lahar daw kami sa pamilya, pasyonista!  That is why kapag me argument~ dibdiban. Mainit ang labanan. Matira ang matibay. Pero dapat daw, hwag kalimutan that at he end of the day, despite what happened, we should never forget how we love each other.  I'm the only daughter kaya hindi pwedeng i-question how much I mean to them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I tried soo hard not to cry. Pero unsa bang trying uy... it's difficult.  so I just let my tears fall down. My mom left me. She smiled and told me na mlandi daw ako kasi me paiyak-iyak na akung drama ngayon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;input id="gwProxy" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;!--Session data--&gt;&lt;input onclick="jsCall();" id="jsProxy" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;div id="refHTML"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38776029-474391805058508026?l=shewhosnameisnothing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shewhosnameisnothing.blogspot.com/feeds/474391805058508026/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38776029&amp;postID=474391805058508026&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38776029/posts/default/474391805058508026'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38776029/posts/default/474391805058508026'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shewhosnameisnothing.blogspot.com/2010/02/gee-what-is-diz.html' title='Gee.. what is diz?'/><author><name>SailorWitch</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-LJ9D1M-PgSE/Tt42Qm9DPGI/AAAAAAAACQs/6UzZTxx39CM/s220/Picture%2B010.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38776029.post-8056075902964032488</id><published>2010-02-11T09:44:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-11T09:46:09.699+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;If  I'm pregnant?&lt;br /&gt;Post ko na lang picture ng tummy ko after 6 months!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;input id="gwProxy" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;!--Session data--&gt;&lt;input onclick="jsCall();" id="jsProxy" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;div id="refHTML"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38776029-8056075902964032488?l=shewhosnameisnothing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shewhosnameisnothing.blogspot.com/feeds/8056075902964032488/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38776029&amp;postID=8056075902964032488&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38776029/posts/default/8056075902964032488'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38776029/posts/default/8056075902964032488'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shewhosnameisnothing.blogspot.com/2010/02/if-im-pregnant-post-ko-na-lang-picture.html' title=''/><author><name>SailorWitch</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-LJ9D1M-PgSE/Tt42Qm9DPGI/AAAAAAAACQs/6UzZTxx39CM/s220/Picture%2B010.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38776029.post-8748260758836145854</id><published>2010-02-10T07:48:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-10T07:58:53.147+08:00</updated><title type='text'>and I smile....</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:courier new;font-size:100%;"  &gt;I received a message from my friend GladysClaire stating  "When feeling bad, who is to call? Gladysbuster!"&lt;br /&gt;It made me laughed really!&lt;br /&gt;We have not seen each other for two months! The last time, last year pa.  But I have to see her today kasi I'm delayed. I might be pregnant! Yeey!&lt;br /&gt;I don't wanna go to my doctor alone. Her company will really ease down all my tensions plus I am sure that she will shoulder all the expenses or if not, she'll buy me new books!&lt;br /&gt;teka...&lt;br /&gt;Hmmm... wait'a'minute... kaya siguro she's been avoiding me dahil ayaw akong i-treat?&lt;br /&gt;Hihihi&lt;br /&gt;Lagot ka, wala kang choice!&lt;br /&gt;See you later Sexybaby...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;input id="gwProxy" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;!--Session data--&gt;&lt;input onclick="jsCall();" id="jsProxy" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;div id="refHTML"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;input id="gwProxy" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;!--Session data--&gt;&lt;input onclick="jsCall();" id="jsProxy" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;div id="refHTML"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38776029-8748260758836145854?l=shewhosnameisnothing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shewhosnameisnothing.blogspot.com/feeds/8748260758836145854/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38776029&amp;postID=8748260758836145854&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38776029/posts/default/8748260758836145854'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38776029/posts/default/8748260758836145854'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shewhosnameisnothing.blogspot.com/2010/02/and-i-smile.html' title='and I smile....'/><author><name>SailorWitch</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-LJ9D1M-PgSE/Tt42Qm9DPGI/AAAAAAAACQs/6UzZTxx39CM/s220/Picture%2B010.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38776029.post-9063070709317647296</id><published>2010-02-09T12:21:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-09T12:30:24.819+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Witch</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9HnSCKZ12xw/S3Djj1F0eaI/AAAAAAAACHM/uHLrJOQBoxM/s1600-h/8063729.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 149px; height: 186px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9HnSCKZ12xw/S3Djj1F0eaI/AAAAAAAACHM/uHLrJOQBoxM/s400/8063729.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5436094954922604962" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;I'm soooooo mushyy when in pain.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;   Please bear with me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;       I just need to unload my feelings.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;     &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Maybe&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;when you go&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;I won't be with you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;input id="gwProxy" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;!--Session data--&gt;&lt;input onclick="jsCall();" id="jsProxy" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;div id="refHTML"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;input id="gwProxy" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;!--Session data--&gt;&lt;input onclick="jsCall();" id="jsProxy" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;div id="refHTML"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38776029-9063070709317647296?l=shewhosnameisnothing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shewhosnameisnothing.blogspot.com/feeds/9063070709317647296/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38776029&amp;postID=9063070709317647296&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38776029/posts/default/9063070709317647296'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38776029/posts/default/9063070709317647296'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shewhosnameisnothing.blogspot.com/2010/02/witch.html' title='Witch'/><author><name>SailorWitch</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-LJ9D1M-PgSE/Tt42Qm9DPGI/AAAAAAAACQs/6UzZTxx39CM/s220/Picture%2B010.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9HnSCKZ12xw/S3Djj1F0eaI/AAAAAAAACHM/uHLrJOQBoxM/s72-c/8063729.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38776029.post-4427418020561237168</id><published>2010-02-09T12:10:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-09T12:18:30.878+08:00</updated><title type='text'>When you go</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Crying so hard.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;              bleeding&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Want him to stay.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;             begging&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Forget about the fears&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;            waiting&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bright future ahead&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;          feelings&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;LOVEYOU&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;DON't&lt;/span&gt; Love you............&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:180%;" &gt;YESTERDAY&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Crying mode)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;input id="gwProxy" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;!--Session data--&gt;&lt;input onclick="jsCall();" id="jsProxy" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;div id="refHTML"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38776029-4427418020561237168?l=shewhosnameisnothing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shewhosnameisnothing.blogspot.com/feeds/4427418020561237168/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38776029&amp;postID=4427418020561237168&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38776029/posts/default/4427418020561237168'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38776029/posts/default/4427418020561237168'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shewhosnameisnothing.blogspot.com/2010/02/when-you-go.html' title='When you go'/><author><name>SailorWitch</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-LJ9D1M-PgSE/Tt42Qm9DPGI/AAAAAAAACQs/6UzZTxx39CM/s220/Picture%2B010.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38776029.post-5778372640280226525</id><published>2010-02-09T11:19:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-09T12:09:19.177+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Cry baby.....</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-family: courier new;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 255, 255);font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I usually don't put emotional burdens in my heart,  instead  I find&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;things that would   make  me busy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;end up buying and reading books BIG TIME!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 255, 255);font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 255, 255);font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;These past days, I find my heart beats abnormally.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Always in a deep breathing ~SIGH~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It has fears inside.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fear of not seeing someone I love for a very long time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fear that one day, he won't come back and we won't be whole again.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 255, 255);font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 255, 255);font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;All these time, I thought I'm already strong enough to face whatever difficulties life would&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;offer me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And yet I would find my self crying especially in my solitude.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So weak....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so weak that I could even feel my nerves whacking in just a thought of him leaving!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For now, he is  still here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Spending great weekends with us though  during weekdays  he is somewhere,  mountains&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;apart, working.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 255, 255);"&gt;I hate seeing myself missing people whom I used to be with.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 255, 255);"&gt;Lalo na if that person had taken my heart fully.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 255, 255);"&gt;It's parang he had a certain part of me na dala dala nya  sa kanyang napipintong pag-alis.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 255, 255);"&gt;I know how much he hated working in his office.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 255, 255);"&gt;He keeps on telling me kung paano sya miniminus ng mga ka-officemates at nung iba pang nasa paligid nya.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 255, 255);"&gt;And I would comfort him and would tell him na wala naman sa kalingkingan nya yung mga taong yun.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 255, 255);"&gt;He would smile and hugged me tenderly.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 255, 255);"&gt;He would tell me how I make him feel complete.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 255, 255);"&gt;Thank me for trusting in him and for always playing his number one fan pwera lang kapag&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 255, 255);"&gt;ako  ay medyo galit.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 255, 255);"&gt;Sa pagkakaalam ko, between the two of us, I'm more emotionally stronger and secured.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 255, 255);"&gt;Pero hindi pala.  Just a thought that he might be leaving this month or next month makes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 255, 255);"&gt;me cry easily.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;input id="gwProxy" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;!--Session data--&gt;&lt;input onclick="jsCall();" id="jsProxy" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;div id="refHTML"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;input id="gwProxy" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;!--Session data--&gt;&lt;input onclick="jsCall();" id="jsProxy" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;div id="refHTML"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;input id="gwProxy" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;!--Session data--&gt;&lt;input onclick="jsCall();" id="jsProxy" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;div id="refHTML"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;input id="gwProxy" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;!--Session data--&gt;&lt;input 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/&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We were strolling Robinsons nung panahong bagong bukas pa lang ito.&lt;br /&gt;Nauna syang pumasok dun  sa grocery section ng mall.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Guard:  Good morning Maam.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gladys gave him her usual flirtatious smile.  Eh sa ganun sya eh, 50 percent lang yung pagka-kiri ko kumpara sa kanya.  Napapasimangot ako kapag ganun sya.  Minsan kasi feeling ko hindi talaga namimili ang bruha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Papasok na rin ako. Kasunod nya.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Guard: (Manyak, nakatingin sa cleavage ko) Ang ganda nyo Maam. (Bati nung guwardiya)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ngeek... wala akong nakita, walang narinig. Magaling yata akong mang -ignore.&lt;br /&gt;Biglang me pumalag! Medyo nagulat ako.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gladys: Ulit, ulit! Bumalik si Gladys sa kanyang dinaanan. Unfair yan!  Sabihin mo rin sa akin yung sinabi ko sa kanya.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Napa-smile ng matamis yung guard.  Buti na lang di masyado busy)&lt;br /&gt;Guard: Actually Maam, mas maganda po kayo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gladys: Korek!!! Mas maganda talaga ako dyan. Suplada yan eh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ayan! Nilait nya ako. Pero subrang saya na n'ya noon ha?&lt;br /&gt;Tama ba yun? Justice!&lt;br /&gt;We've been friends since birth and I will always love her everything.  Idol ko talaga s'ya pagdating sa lakas ng loob. Key of Valor! Si Gladys na yun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;input id="gwProxy" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;!--Session data--&gt;&lt;input onclick="jsCall();" id="jsProxy" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;div id="refHTML"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;input id="gwProxy" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;!--Session data--&gt;&lt;input onclick="jsCall();" id="jsProxy" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;div id="refHTML"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;input id="gwProxy" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;!--Session data--&gt;&lt;input onclick="jsCall();" id="jsProxy" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;div id="refHTML"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38776029-4840496925503527983?l=shewhosnameisnothing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shewhosnameisnothing.blogspot.com/feeds/4840496925503527983/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38776029&amp;postID=4840496925503527983&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38776029/posts/default/4840496925503527983'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38776029/posts/default/4840496925503527983'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shewhosnameisnothing.blogspot.com/2009/11/one-more-time-with-gladys.html' title='One More Time with Gladys'/><author><name>SailorWitch</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-LJ9D1M-PgSE/Tt42Qm9DPGI/AAAAAAAACQs/6UzZTxx39CM/s220/Picture%2B010.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9HnSCKZ12xw/SxPCTtbVcAI/AAAAAAAACGs/f8GeXG9N4ic/s72-c/hhhh.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38776029.post-354312656919818723</id><published>2009-11-26T18:57:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-26T19:26:20.641+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Taba Isyu</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9HnSCKZ12xw/Sw5lYbB9m8I/AAAAAAAACGk/n-dkZZnlKlo/s1600/P8280004.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9HnSCKZ12xw/Sw5lYbB9m8I/AAAAAAAACGk/n-dkZZnlKlo/s200/P8280004.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5408371672765799362" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Ang galing!&lt;br /&gt;Tinanggihan ko ang libreng Pizza ni Gladys!  Sabi ko nga, success, success, success!!! Me disiplina na ako sa pagkain.&lt;br /&gt;Ayun, naubos nyang lahat!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On our way out, me nakasalubong kaming dati nyang classmate.   Smile, kumustahan, plastikan hehehe, pabonggahan!  The usual thing na ginagawa ni Gladys kapag me nakikita s'yang old friends.  Well, ginagawa nya lang naman yun kapag tupperware rin ang kaharap.  Ako naman tahimik lang habang kunyari busy sa pag t-text-text!  Tapos nauna na yung girl , nagba-bye na.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hinatid nya ako hanggang makasakay ng PUJ.  Nyee.. Kasabay kong sumakay yung dati nyang kaklase. Sumenyas ke Gladys ng Bye-bye.  Tumatawa sya habang ginagawa nya yun at sinabin dun sa kasamahan nya na " Si Gladys yun. Mataba yan noon, tapos mas lalong tumaba ngayon. Siguro hanggang mamatay yan mataba pa rin." Sabay na sila ng kasamahan nyang tumatawa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ako naman tahimik lang. I was thinking di ba nila naisip na kasama ko kanina yung taong pinagtsi-tsismisan nila?  Hays, some people talaga ambabaw ng judgement sa buhay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;when I got home, I picked up my phone and told Gladys about everything I heard.  Abah... biglang nagalit sa akin. SERYOSONG GALIT!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Gladys&lt;/span&gt;: Bakit di mo ko ipinagtanggol? (Histerikal kunti)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Lovi:&lt;/span&gt; Kapagod keyang makipag-away no. Pinabayaan ko na lang. Opinyon nila yun eh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Gladys:&lt;/span&gt; Ikaw nga dyan eh, kapag me nagsasabing mataba ka, kinokorek ko kaagad. Sinasabi ko agad na " Hindi naman sya mataba. Sexy yan, parang si Ara Mina. Tapos ngayon ikaw wala kang ginawa!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Lovi: &lt;/span&gt; Sorry na. Next time, ipagtatanggol na kita.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Gladys:&lt;/span&gt; Paano? (galit pa rin)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Lovi:&lt;/span&gt; Ganito, Girls wala kayung taste. Di naman s'ya mataba. Malaman lang parang si Diana Zubiri.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Gladys:&lt;/span&gt; Korek!!!! Ganyan ang gawin mo. (Tumatawa na ang bruha)&lt;br /&gt;Nakikinig pala si Bien. Di naiwasang mag- comment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Bien: &lt;/span&gt;(Syempree naka-speaker phone, naririnig ni Gladys)  Why can't she find the truth? It's true she is fat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Gladys:&lt;/span&gt;  Bien! Bad words 'yan. ( ako naman nakasmile lang)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Bien:&lt;/span&gt; Truth can never be a bad word Tita Gla.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Gladys:&lt;/span&gt; Sige na, mag diet na ako. Lovely!!! (Ayan na, ako naman ang kinausap)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Lovi:&lt;/span&gt; Anu???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Gladys:&lt;/span&gt; Mag jogging tau bukas ha?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sabay na kaming natawa.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(me permission ni Gladys ito kaya ok lang na i-published ko. that's one thing with her. Totoo syang tao)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;input id="gwProxy" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;!--Session data--&gt;&lt;input onclick="jsCall();" id="jsProxy" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;div id="refHTML"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38776029-354312656919818723?l=shewhosnameisnothing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shewhosnameisnothing.blogspot.com/feeds/354312656919818723/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38776029&amp;postID=354312656919818723&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38776029/posts/default/354312656919818723'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38776029/posts/default/354312656919818723'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shewhosnameisnothing.blogspot.com/2009/11/taba-isyu.html' title='Taba Isyu'/><author><name>SailorWitch</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-LJ9D1M-PgSE/Tt42Qm9DPGI/AAAAAAAACQs/6UzZTxx39CM/s220/Picture%2B010.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9HnSCKZ12xw/Sw5lYbB9m8I/AAAAAAAACGk/n-dkZZnlKlo/s72-c/P8280004.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38776029.post-5240051458072867404</id><published>2009-11-23T21:13:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-23T21:26:36.658+08:00</updated><title type='text'>High School</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9HnSCKZ12xw/SwqMPCEmmrI/AAAAAAAACGc/O4uga-49cRE/s1600/Untitled-1+copy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 162px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9HnSCKZ12xw/SwqMPCEmmrI/AAAAAAAACGc/O4uga-49cRE/s200/Untitled-1+copy.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5407288492493806258" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9HnSCKZ12xw/SwqMOjhyknI/AAAAAAAACGU/wATc1P4C1hA/s1600/highschool.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 180px; height: 200px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9HnSCKZ12xw/SwqMOjhyknI/AAAAAAAACGU/wATc1P4C1hA/s200/highschool.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5407288484294726258" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9HnSCKZ12xw/SwqLWjNNrnI/AAAAAAAACGM/s-ZBS37F4T8/s1600/highschool+002.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 188px; height: 200px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9HnSCKZ12xw/SwqLWjNNrnI/AAAAAAAACGM/s-ZBS37F4T8/s200/highschool+002.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5407287522135748210" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;H&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;igh school is, among other things, about searching for identity and acceptance. It's about gravitating toward certain social groups, about picking and choosing the labels that define us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;input id="gwProxy" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;!--Session data--&gt;&lt;input onclick="jsCall();" id="jsProxy" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;div id="refHTML"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38776029-5240051458072867404?l=shewhosnameisnothing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shewhosnameisnothing.blogspot.com/feeds/5240051458072867404/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38776029&amp;postID=5240051458072867404&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38776029/posts/default/5240051458072867404'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38776029/posts/default/5240051458072867404'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shewhosnameisnothing.blogspot.com/2009/11/high-school.html' title='High School'/><author><name>SailorWitch</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-LJ9D1M-PgSE/Tt42Qm9DPGI/AAAAAAAACQs/6UzZTxx39CM/s220/Picture%2B010.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9HnSCKZ12xw/SwqMPCEmmrI/AAAAAAAACGc/O4uga-49cRE/s72-c/Untitled-1+copy.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38776029.post-4002090170168330968</id><published>2009-11-23T08:16:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-23T08:17:48.652+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sandra Hill</title><content type='html'>Love na love ko ang mga Viking Series ni SH!&lt;br /&gt;Saan ba ako makakahanap ng e-book nya?&lt;br /&gt;Mauubusan yata ako ng datung sa bisyong ito!&lt;br /&gt;Can't help it!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;input id="gwProxy" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;!--Session data--&gt;&lt;input onclick="jsCall();" id="jsProxy" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;div id="refHTML"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38776029-4002090170168330968?l=shewhosnameisnothing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shewhosnameisnothing.blogspot.com/feeds/4002090170168330968/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38776029&amp;postID=4002090170168330968&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38776029/posts/default/4002090170168330968'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38776029/posts/default/4002090170168330968'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shewhosnameisnothing.blogspot.com/2009/11/sandra-hill.html' title='Sandra Hill'/><author><name>SailorWitch</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-LJ9D1M-PgSE/Tt42Qm9DPGI/AAAAAAAACQs/6UzZTxx39CM/s220/Picture%2B010.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38776029.post-426491370321770102</id><published>2009-11-23T08:09:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-23T08:13:38.552+08:00</updated><title type='text'>So Into You</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9HnSCKZ12xw/SwnRvM-QO-I/AAAAAAAACF8/fKju8TboiI8/s1600/SoIntoYou200.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 122px; height: 200px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9HnSCKZ12xw/SwnRvM-QO-I/AAAAAAAACF8/fKju8TboiI8/s200/SoIntoYou200.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5407083436501384162" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;big&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;       &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/big&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;big&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;One more book  from Sandra.  I only bought this novel for 285 at NBS here in Gensan.  There are few copies left. I'm reading it during night time. Di ko pa kasi tapos ang mga trilogy ni Nora Roberts! really, I'm having a great time with books right now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/big&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;big&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Excerpt:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/big&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;big&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;      CHAPTER ONE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/big&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;big&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;      &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/big&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;big&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;The       angel was wild tonight...&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/big&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;big&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;      &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/big&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;"&gt; &lt;big&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;      Angel Sabato stood at the edge of the dance floor, like       a dunce, shaking in his thousand dollar &lt;i&gt;Tres Outlaw&lt;/i&gt;       boots, as he watched the redhead shake her bootie to the       beat of "Wild Thing." For an ex-nun, she sure had moves.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/big&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt; &lt;big&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;      &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/big&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;"&gt; &lt;big&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;      Ironically, he was the one feeling wild.  His hands were       clammy, his heart was thumping--&lt;i&gt;da dump, da dump, da       dump&lt;/i&gt;--and, truth to tell, he was scared spitless.        Tonight was going to be the night.  Do or die time.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/big&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt; &lt;big&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;      &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/big&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;big&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;It was ridiculous, really. He was thirty-four years old. He'd been around the block so many times, there were probably street signs named after him. At the least, his "tread marks" were notorious. Shyness wasn't even in his vocabulary. After all, he was the dick-for-brains who'd bared it all for Playgirl Magazine at one time.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/big&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt; &lt;big&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;      &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/big&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;"&gt; &lt;big&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; Just then the redhead in question, Grace O'Brien, noticed him and smiled widely, crooking a forefinger for him to come out and join her.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/big&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt; &lt;big&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;      &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/big&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;"&gt; &lt;big&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;      Not a chance.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/big&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt; &lt;big&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;      &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/big&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;big&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;It       wasn't dancing he had on his mind.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/big&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt; &lt;big&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;      &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/big&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;"&gt; &lt;big&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; She said something to her partner, one of the young LeDeuxs...a freshman at LSU. Then she left the kid behind and snaked a slow, sensuous boogie toward him, her green, twinkling eyes holding his the entire time, her arms held out in front of her, fingers beckoning. She must be half plastered, or more likely, in a teasing mood.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/big&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt; &lt;big&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;      &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/big&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;big&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;He       was not in the mood for teasing.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/big&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt; &lt;big&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;      &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/big&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;"&gt; &lt;big&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;      "Yo, matie," she drawled at him.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/big&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt; &lt;big&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;      &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/big&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;"&gt; &lt;big&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; This was the tail end of the Pirate Ball. It was being held here in Houma, Louisiana to celebrate the successful hunt by Jinx, Inc., a treasure hunting company, for Jean Lafitte's hidden gold. Thus, the silly pirate talk. Not to mention silly pirate costumes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/big&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt; &lt;big&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;      &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/big&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;big&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;He and Grace had worked on the Jinx team's Pirate Project these past weeks. Before that they'd been professional poker players. And before that, Grace had been a nun, and he had been in the Navy, then construction, and...well, a lot of things.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/big&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt; &lt;big&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;      &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/big&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;"&gt; &lt;big&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; She was dancing around him now, dressed in a saucy tavern wench costume with a jagged knee-length hem, while he was in a puffy shirt tied with a red sash. &lt;i&gt;Jerry Seinfeld would be so proud of me.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/big&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt; &lt;big&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;      &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/big&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;"&gt; &lt;big&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; When he pretended to ignore her sexy dancing, she grabbed his upper arm and attempted to tug him forward. Being about seventy-five pounds heavier at six-foot-one to her measly five- feet-five, he was pretty much immovable.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/big&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt; &lt;big&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;      &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/big&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;"&gt; &lt;big&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;      She put her hands on her hips and glared at him.  "Come       out here and shake a peg leg, you randy buccaneer."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/big&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt; &lt;big&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;      &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/big&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;big&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;He       had to grin at that.  "Who says I'm randy?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/big&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt; &lt;big&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;      &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/big&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;"&gt; &lt;big&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;      "You're always randy."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/big&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt; &lt;big&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;      &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/big&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;"&gt; &lt;big&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;      "And you know this...how?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/big&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt; &lt;big&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;      &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/big&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;"&gt; &lt;big&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;      "All the satisfied smiles I've seen on women exiting       your revolving bedroom door the past ten years."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/big&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt; &lt;big&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;      &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/big&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;"&gt; &lt;big&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;      "You noticed?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/big&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt; &lt;big&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;      &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/big&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;"&gt; &lt;big&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;      "Stop changing the subject.  I wanna dance."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/big&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt; &lt;big&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;      &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/big&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;"&gt; &lt;big&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;      "Are you blitzed?" he asked with a laugh.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/big&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt; &lt;big&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;      &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/big&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;"&gt; &lt;big&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;      "Just a little," she slurred.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/big&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt; &lt;big&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;      &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/big&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;"&gt; &lt;big&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;      Luckily, the DJ changed the music to a different pace.        Mariah Carey urging "Touch My Body."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/big&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt; &lt;big&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;      &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/big&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;big&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;He opened his arms to Grace and adjusted her so that her arms were around his neck, and his hands were linked behind her waist, just above her butt. And, yes, Mariah, he had touching in mind. Touching Grace.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/big&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt; &lt;big&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;      &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/big&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;"&gt; &lt;big&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; "I'm flying back to Jersey early tomorrow morning. I need to talk to you," he said into her hair that smelled like apples, or was it peaches? Some kind of frickin' fruit, anyway.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/big&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt; &lt;big&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;      &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/big&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;"&gt; &lt;big&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; "Uh-huh. I'm listening," she replied, definitely not listening as she nuzzled her face into the crook of his neck, inadvertently pressing her belly against the crotch of his tights.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/big&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt; &lt;big&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;      &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/big&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;"&gt; &lt;big&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; Yeah, he was wearing XXX-sized tights. With testosterone-induced hysterical irrelevance, he mused that the guys back in his old gang in Newark would get a kick out of him in latex, unless it were of the prophylactic kind. Or was that spandex? Spandex, latex, whatever! That was beside the point. &lt;i&gt;Call me       crazy, but did she just lick my ear?&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/big&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt; &lt;big&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;      &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/big&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;"&gt; &lt;big&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; Blood drained from his head and slam dunked into sex central. For a second, he thought his knees might give out.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/big&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt; &lt;big&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;      &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/big&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;"&gt; &lt;big&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; "Not here," he gurgled. "Let's go outside for a walk, down by the bayou. Better yet, I'll take you back to your hotel room."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/big&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt; &lt;big&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;      &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/big&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;big&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;"I already checked out. I'll be staying with Tante Lulu from now on." She leaned her head back to look at him. "You sound serious."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/big&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt; &lt;big&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;      &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/big&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;big&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;"I am serious, babe." He wondered if she was aware that when she arched back like that it caused his erection to rub against her belly button which was exposed by her low-riding wench skirt. And that was damn serious.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/big&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt; &lt;big&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;      &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/big&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;"&gt; &lt;big&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;      "You can drive me to the cottage.  Let's go tell Tante       Lulu that I'm leaving."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/big&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt; &lt;big&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;      &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/big&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;"&gt; &lt;big&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; "So, you're staying with that Cajun dingbat, huh?" he asked, arm looped over her shoulder as they walked to the other side of the hall where Tante Lulu was chattering away to some guy in a frock coat and tricorn hat. At least he wasn't wearing tights.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/big&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt; &lt;big&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;      &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/big&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;"&gt; &lt;big&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; Louise Rivard, better known as Tante Lulu, was the craziest old woman he'd ever met. But she was a noted traiteur, or folk healer, and Grace had decided to apprentice herself to the fruitcake in hopes of learning more about the healing arts. Really, Grace's life was like a pendulum swinging from one extreme to the other. Nun to poker player to treasure hunter to healer. He couldn't wait to see where she landed next, as long as she took him along for the ride.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/big&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt; &lt;big&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;      &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/big&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;"&gt; &lt;big&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; "Don't call her a dingbat." Grace turned slightly and swatted him on the chest, then grinned. "Even if she is a dingbat."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/big&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt; &lt;big&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;      &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/big&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;"&gt; &lt;big&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; "Grace...Angel...hope y'all had a good time t'night." Tante Lulu was dressed as a senior citizen pirate gal. A scary sight, to be sure...she was ninety-two, after all. She eyed them suspiciously when Grace told her she would be leaving with him. Grace was oblivious to that pointed look, which took in his arm on Grace's shoulder, but he could practically see the matchmaking wheels churning in Tante Lulu's little brain. "That full moon t'night, she is purty enough to make a cat smooch a hound dog."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/big&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt; &lt;big&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;      &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/big&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;"&gt; &lt;big&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;      "Huh?" Grace said.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/big&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt; &lt;big&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;      &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/big&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;"&gt; &lt;big&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;      "Welcome to TanteLuluville," he muttered under his       breath, then smiled.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/big&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt; &lt;big&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;      &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/big&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;"&gt; &lt;big&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; "Ya gots a hope chest?" Tante Lulu asked Angel just before they walked away. Tante Lulu had a tradition of making hope chests for the men in her family, or male friends of the family, just before the "thunderbolt of love" hit them.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/big&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt; &lt;big&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;      &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/big&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;"&gt; &lt;big&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; Hah! He had news for the Louisiana love bug. That thunderbolt had done its business with him a long time ago.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/big&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt; &lt;big&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;      &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/big&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;"&gt; &lt;big&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; "So, what did you want to talk to me about?" Grace asked, once they were sitting in his rental car back in Tante Lulu's cottage driveway. She didn't seem so tipsy anymore.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/big&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt; &lt;big&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;      &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/big&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;big&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;A       full moon allowed him to see Grace's face.  She was       concerned.  For him.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/big&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt; &lt;big&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;      &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/big&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;big&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;"I       want you to come back with me, sweetheart."  Well, that       was laying his cards on the table from the get-go.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/big&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt; &lt;big&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;      &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/big&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;"&gt; &lt;big&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;      She frowned.  "Back to your motel room?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/big&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt; &lt;big&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;      &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/big&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;"&gt; &lt;big&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; "No. I mean, yeah, that would be great, but I meant, fly back to the east coast with me in the morning. Come with me and the Jinx team to Germany for our next project." He gulped. "Just come with me, that's all."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/big&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt; &lt;big&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;      &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/big&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;big&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;"I don't understand. You know I quit treasure hunting. It was never intended to be more than a one-shot deal for me. I've already explained why I'm staying here." She moved closer and accidentally put a hand on his thigh.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/big&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt; &lt;big&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;      &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/big&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;"&gt; &lt;big&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;      Big mistake, that.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/big&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt; &lt;big&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;      &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/big&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;big&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;He picked her up by the waist and laid her across his lap, her head cradled over his left elbow. "This isn't about treasure hunting, or folk healing, or any other damn profession. It's about you and me." He leaned down, kissed her lightly on the lips, and whispered against her gaping mouth, "I love you, Grace."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/big&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt; &lt;big&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;      &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/big&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;"&gt; &lt;big&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;      She squirmed into a sitting position on his lap.  "I       love you, too, sweetie.  You're my best friend."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/big&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt; &lt;big&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;      &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/big&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;"&gt; &lt;big&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;      "Dammit!  That's not what I'm talking about.  I'm       &lt;i&gt;in       love&lt;/i&gt; with you, have been for a long time."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/big&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt; &lt;big&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;      &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/big&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;big&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;A       stunned silence was not what he was looking for here.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/big&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt; &lt;big&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;      &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/big&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;"&gt; &lt;big&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; "You're kidding, right? What's the punch line? You gonna tell some lame nun joke?" She nipped at his lower lip with her teeth as punishment.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/big&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt; &lt;big&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;      &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/big&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;"&gt; &lt;big&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; Angel jerked backward, though he didn't release Grace from his embrace. It was true, he had been teasing Grace with nun jokes for ages, even though she hadn't been a nun for ages, but not now. "This is not a joke, Grace."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/big&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt; &lt;big&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;      &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/big&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;"&gt; &lt;big&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; She stared at him for a long moment. "Sex. All this forced celibacy while trapped out in the bayou must have turned you horny. You want to have sex with me." Grinning, she taunted him with that last accusation.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/big&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt; &lt;big&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;      &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/big&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;"&gt; &lt;big&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;      "No!  I mean, yes.  Here's the deal: I don't want sex       for sex sake, as in any ol' female would do.  I want to       &lt;i&gt;make love&lt;/i&gt; with you.  But that's not all I want.        C'mon," he said, opening the car door and hauling her       outside.  &lt;i&gt;Oh, God!  I'm blowing it.  What the hell is       wrong with me?&lt;/i&gt;  "Let's walk."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/big&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt; &lt;big&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;      &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/big&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;"&gt; &lt;big&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;      "You're scaring me, Angel."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/big&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt; &lt;big&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;      &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/big&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;"&gt; &lt;big&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; "I'm scaring myself," he muttered as he linked his hand with hers and led her onto Tante Lulu's back porch facing the bayou. Once they were leaning against the rail, he raised their linked hands and kissed her knuckles. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/big&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt; &lt;big&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;      &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/big&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;"&gt; &lt;big&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;      "Oooh, you are smooth."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/big&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt; &lt;big&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;      &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/big&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;"&gt; &lt;big&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; "You have no idea." Something occurred to him then, related to her mentioning going back to his motel room. "&lt;i&gt;Would&lt;/i&gt; you have sex with me?  Just like that?"        He snapped his fingers.  "Friends with benefits?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/big&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt; &lt;big&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;      &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/big&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;big&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;"I       don't know.  Maybe."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/big&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt; &lt;big&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;      &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/big&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;"&gt; &lt;big&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;      Angel was both angry and intrigued.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/big&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt; &lt;big&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;      &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/big&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;"&gt; &lt;big&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; "Actually, I probably wouldn't. Even half drunk. You and I have been friends for a long time. I wouldn't want to do anything to ruin that."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/big&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt; &lt;big&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;      &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/big&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;big&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;He       shook his head.  "Not anymore."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/big&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt; &lt;big&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;      &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/big&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;"&gt; &lt;big&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;      She frowned.  "What do you mean?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/big&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt; &lt;big&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;      &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/big&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;big&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;"I mean, friendship isn't enough anymore. Haven't you felt it, too, Gracie, these weeks we've been here in Louisiana? Those LeDeuxs are crazy as coots, but they're a closeknit family. They would do anything for each other. And you can just see the passion between the husbands and wives. Luc and Sylvie. Remy and Rachel. René and Val. Rusty and Charmaine. John and Celine. That's what I want."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/big&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt; &lt;big&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;      &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/big&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;"&gt; &lt;big&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;      "Passion?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/big&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt; &lt;big&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;      &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/big&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;"&gt; &lt;big&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;      "Passion, yeah, but more than that."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/big&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt; &lt;big&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;      &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/big&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;"&gt; &lt;big&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;      "Family?" she said with an oddly sad sigh.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/big&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt; &lt;big&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;      &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/big&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;"&gt; &lt;big&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; "Bingo. I want a woman to love who will love me back. And a home...a real home, not some luxury condo. And kids."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/big&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt; &lt;big&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;      &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/big&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;"&gt; &lt;big&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; The more he explained himself, the stiffer she got. Then she started biting on her thumb nail, a nervous habit she'd been trying to break ever since he'd first met her. Angel sensed he was losing her bit by bit, but he didn't know how to fix it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/big&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt; &lt;big&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;      &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/big&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;"&gt; &lt;big&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; "You and I have no close family ties," she reminded him, pulling her hand out of his grasp and walking to the other end of the porch. He followed after her. "The LeDeuxs have family out the wazoo."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/big&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt; &lt;big&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;      &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/big&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;"&gt; &lt;big&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;      "We can make our own family.  I love you, honey.  That's       what people in love do."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/big&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt; &lt;big&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;      &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/big&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;"&gt; &lt;big&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;      "Where is all this coming from?"  Her voice was shrill       with panic.  "You never mentioned love before."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/big&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt; &lt;big&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;      &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/big&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;"&gt; &lt;big&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;      "It's been there for a long time.  I just haven't had       the nerve to say anything."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/big&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt; &lt;big&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;      &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/big&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;"&gt; &lt;big&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;      "You?  Lacking nerve?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/big&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt; &lt;big&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;      &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/big&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;big&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;He nodded. "But I had to say something now. This Amber Project...Jinx's next job...is going to take months, maybe even a year, and it'll be mostly on site in Germany. We're searching for that famous Amber Room that the Nazi's supposedly dismantled and hid. Definitely Jinx's most ambitious treasure hunt yet, and I want you to be there with me. As my wife. Doesn't a honeymoon in Europe sound great?" His heart was racing so fast it felt as if it might explode. Deep down, he sensed he was fighting a losing battle. How could he have misread her so badly?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/big&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt; &lt;big&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;      &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/big&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;"&gt; &lt;big&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; "This is insane. You've never even kissed me...that way. You can't ask someone to marry you without even a proper kiss." That was his cue. "I thought you'd never ask."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/big&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt; &lt;big&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;      &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/big&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;"&gt; &lt;big&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; When she saw his slow grin and his equally slow approach, she stuttered, "That's not what...oh, good grief, what are you doing?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/big&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt; &lt;big&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;      &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/big&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;"&gt; &lt;big&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; "About to kiss you properly." Before she could blink, or tell him to get lost, he backed her up against the log wall of the cottage, cupped her butt cheeks, raising her to just the right height on her tip toes, spread her legs with his knees, anchored her with his belly against her belly, combed his fingers through her hair to hold her in place, then kissed her with all the love he'd been holding in for so long.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/big&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt; &lt;big&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;      &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/big&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;big&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;It should have been a gentle kiss, coaxing. An introduction. Something that said, "Hi! We've known each other forever, as friends, but this is how I really feel. I love you. Do you love me?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/big&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt; &lt;big&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;      &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/big&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;"&gt; &lt;big&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; Instead, his sex drive shot from zero to speed of light in a nanosecond, and the gentle, coaxing kiss was anything but. It was hungry and demanding and said, "Oh, baby, I want you so bad. I can't wait, I can't wait, I can't wait..."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/big&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt; &lt;big&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;      &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/big&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;"&gt; &lt;big&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;      Just then, a loud bellow echoed behind them.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/big&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt; &lt;big&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;      &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/big&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;big&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;"&lt;i&gt;What&lt;/i&gt;       was that?" he asked, his head jerking back.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/big&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt; &lt;big&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;      &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/big&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;"&gt; &lt;big&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;      "An alligator, I think.  Probably Remy's pet Useless.        It's harmless."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/big&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt; &lt;big&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;      &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/big&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;big&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;An alligator?  Close by?  Harmless?&lt;/i&gt;  He pressed his       forehead against hers, both of them panting for breath.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/big&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt; &lt;big&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;      &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/big&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;"&gt; &lt;big&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; "This is not the way I want to make love to you the first time, sweetheart. Come back to my motel room with me, and we can talk."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/big&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt; &lt;big&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;      &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/big&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;"&gt; &lt;big&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;      She tried to laugh but it came out choked.  "I think       we've done enough &lt;i&gt;talking&lt;/i&gt;."  Ducking under his       arm, she stepped away.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/big&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt; &lt;big&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;      &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/big&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;"&gt; &lt;big&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; Immediately, Angel sensed the tension in the air, and it wasn't a good tension. She put up a halting hand when he moved a step closer. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/big&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt; &lt;big&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;      &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/big&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;"&gt; &lt;big&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; "Angel, I am not going to marry you, and we are not going to have a family together. It is just not going to happen. Ever."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/big&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt; &lt;big&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;      &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/big&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;"&gt; &lt;big&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;      "Why?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/big&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt; &lt;big&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;      &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/big&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;"&gt; &lt;big&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;      "Because I'm not in love with you."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/big&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt; &lt;big&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;      &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/big&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;"&gt; &lt;big&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; Angel had been playing poker for too many years not to read her "tells." He'd like to think she was lying through her teeth. She wasn't. How could he have interpreted her signals so wrong? "You don't mean that, Gracie." &lt;i&gt;Please, God, don't let her mean it.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/big&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt; &lt;big&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;      &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/big&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;"&gt; &lt;big&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; "Angel! Come on. I've seen you puking your guts out when you've drunk too much. That's a friend, not a lover."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/big&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt; &lt;big&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;      &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/big&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;big&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;He shrugged. "I've gone out and bought you tampons when you had an accident in white slacks. Didn't make me go `eeew!'."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/big&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt; &lt;big&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;      &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/big&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;big&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;"I       saw you clipping your gross toenails in the kitchen."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/big&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt; &lt;big&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;      &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/big&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;big&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;He       grinned.  "You have funny looking toes.  The pinkies are       crooked."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/big&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt; &lt;big&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;      &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/big&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;"&gt; &lt;big&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;      "You told me my toes were cute."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/big&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt; &lt;big&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;      &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/big&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;"&gt; &lt;big&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;      "They are cute.  Crooked cute."  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/big&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt; &lt;big&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;      &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/big&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;"&gt; &lt;big&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;      All this was just blowing smoke, in his opinion.  Of no       importance.  Once again, he tried to move closer.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/big&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt; &lt;big&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;      &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/big&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;"&gt; &lt;big&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;      Once again, she put up a halting hand.  "You've been the       best friend I've ever had, but I don't feel &lt;i&gt;that way&lt;/i&gt;       about you.  Really, I had no idea..."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/big&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt; &lt;big&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;      &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/big&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;"&gt; &lt;big&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; "Your kiss," he said, indicating with a wave of his hand the section of porch they'd just left, "your kiss said something else."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/big&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt; &lt;big&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;      &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/big&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;"&gt; &lt;big&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;      There were tears in her eyes.  "Sexual attraction fueled       by too much alcohol."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/big&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt; &lt;big&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;      &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/big&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;"&gt; &lt;big&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;      "I'm not buyin' it."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/big&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt; &lt;big&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;      &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/big&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;"&gt; &lt;big&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;      "You have to.  Besides, there are things in my       past...things you don't know about me."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/big&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt; &lt;big&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;      &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/big&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;"&gt; &lt;big&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;      "Hell, I have secrets in my past, too.  Big deal!"  He       waited a moment, then asked, "What things?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/big&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt; &lt;big&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;      &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/big&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;big&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;"I can't say. Just know that I have good reasons for saying that you and I will never be a family, aside from my just thinking of you as a friend...my best friend."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/big&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt; &lt;big&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;      &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/big&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;"&gt; &lt;big&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;      "Well, we're sure as hell not gonna continue being       friends with this between us now."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/big&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt; &lt;big&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;      &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/big&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;"&gt; &lt;big&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;      "Oh, Angel."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/big&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt; &lt;big&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;      &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/big&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;"&gt; &lt;big&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;      "I'm leaving, Gracie.  Are you coming with me?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/big&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt; &lt;big&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;      &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/big&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;"&gt; &lt;big&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;      She shook her head, unable to speak.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/big&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt; &lt;big&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;      &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/big&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;"&gt; &lt;big&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; "So be it. I doubt we'll be seeing each other again. I don't do begging very well." He stared at her, then added, "I love you, babe. I really do."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/big&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt; &lt;big&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;      &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/big&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;"&gt; &lt;big&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;      *****&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/big&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt; &lt;big&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;      &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/big&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;big&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Two       weeks later, and the news heard 'round the world, or at       least, down the bayou...&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/big&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt; &lt;big&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;      &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/big&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;"&gt; &lt;big&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; Grace was in the pantry, using a mortar and pestle to grind dried herbs for Tante Lulu's amazing medicinal potions.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/big&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt; &lt;big&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;      &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/big&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;"&gt; &lt;big&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;      Pennyroyal, horehound, sassafras and catnip, which could       be brewed into a tea and used for coughs.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/big&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt; &lt;big&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;      &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/big&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;"&gt; &lt;big&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;      Yarrow and jimson weed to go in poultices.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/big&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt; &lt;big&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;      &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/big&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;"&gt; &lt;big&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;      Sumac for arthritis.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/big&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt; &lt;big&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;      &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/big&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;big&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;So many healing uses for nature's bounty. And any one of them could have varying uses, depending on their stage of development...seed, flower, or full-grown plant.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/big&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt; &lt;big&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;      &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/big&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;"&gt; &lt;big&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; Dust motes danced on the stream of sun light coming from the lone window. Through the screen she could hear a hundred bayou birds join together, celebrating their unique habitat. As she worked, she glanced over at the floor to ceiling shelves, neatly lined with dozens of glass bottles. Some of them baby food jars. Some jelly jars. Even old green Mason Jars with lead lids. Each had its own label. Each followed specific ingredients for one of the noted traiteur's remedies--nine hundred eighty three, at last count--that were outlined, longhand, in numerous journals which had their own shelf. No computer software for her boss. &lt;u&gt;Nosirree&lt;/u&gt;,       as Tante Lulu would say.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/big&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt; &lt;big&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;      &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/big&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;"&gt; &lt;big&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; The pungent odors in the room, the feeling of history, the warmth of Tante Lulu's essence...all these things contributed to Grace's sense of well-being. She was at peace. Not happy precisely, but finally she was where she belonged.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/big&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt; &lt;big&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;      &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/big&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;big&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;A psychiatrist would have a field day with her history. From promiscuous teenager to nun. Nun to poker player. Poker player to treasure hunter. Treasure hunter to folk healer. Still, she'd found a place that felt safe and promising to her. The only thing interfering with her happiness was Angel. Her heart grieved at the hole her former friend had created in her life by his absence. The louse hadn't called her. Probably his pride had kicked in. And she wasn't going to call him. That would give him false expectations. Even if she was in love, and she wasn't, there were other reasons why a future with him would be out of the question.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/big&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt; &lt;big&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;      &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/big&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;"&gt; &lt;big&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;      "Yoo hoo!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/big&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt; &lt;big&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;      &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/big&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;"&gt; &lt;big&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; Tante Lulu must be back from her trip to Boudreaux's General Store. Her nephew John LeDeux had picked her up an hour ago.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/big&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt; &lt;big&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;      &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/big&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;"&gt; &lt;big&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; Grace finished bottling her concoction, dusted her hands off, then walked into the kitchen where Tante Lulu and John were unloading armfuls of overflowing paper bags. Both of them glanced at her. And said nothing.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/big&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt; &lt;big&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;      &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/big&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;"&gt; &lt;big&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;      "What?"  It was obvious by the way they avoided direct       eye contact that something was wrong.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/big&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt; &lt;big&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;      &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/big&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;"&gt; &lt;big&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;      "Ah, Gracie, bless yer heart," Tante Lulu said, reaching       up to pat her cheek.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/big&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt; &lt;big&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;      &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/big&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;"&gt; &lt;big&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;      Now Grace was really frightened.  "Tell me."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/big&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt; &lt;big&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;      &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/big&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;"&gt; &lt;big&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; "Tee-John was talkin' ta Ronnie this mornin'," Tante Lulu started to explain, then stopped, turning to her nephew for help.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/big&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt; &lt;big&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;      &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/big&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;"&gt; &lt;big&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;      Ronnie was Veronica Jinkowsky, owner of Jinx, Inc., the       treasure hunting company.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/big&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt; &lt;big&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;      &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/big&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;"&gt; &lt;big&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;      "Oh, my God!  Is it Angel?  Has something happened to       him?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/big&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt; &lt;big&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;      &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/big&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;"&gt; &lt;big&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; "You could say that," John drawled out. The sympathy in his dark Cajun eyes caused alarm bells to go off in her head and her heart rate to accelerate alarmingly.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/big&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt; &lt;big&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;      &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/big&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;"&gt; &lt;big&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; "He got married yesterday," John told her. "To an airline stewardess he met on the way to Germany. Talk about!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/big&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt; &lt;big&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;      &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/big&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;"&gt; &lt;big&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;      Grace plopped down into the kitchen chair, stunned.        &lt;i&gt;So much for true love!&lt;/i&gt;  She tried her best not to be       hurt.  After all, she was the one who'd sent him away,       but the tears came anyway.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/big&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt; &lt;big&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;      &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/big&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;"&gt; &lt;big&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;      They would never renew their friendship now.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/big&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt; &lt;big&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;      &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/big&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;"&gt; &lt;big&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;      She tried to tell herself it was best this way.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/big&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;input id="gwProxy" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;!--Session data--&gt;&lt;input onclick="jsCall();" id="jsProxy" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;div id="refHTML"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38776029-426491370321770102?l=shewhosnameisnothing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shewhosnameisnothing.blogspot.com/feeds/426491370321770102/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38776029&amp;postID=426491370321770102&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38776029/posts/default/426491370321770102'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38776029/posts/default/426491370321770102'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shewhosnameisnothing.blogspot.com/2009/11/so-into-you.html' title='So Into You'/><author><name>SailorWitch</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-LJ9D1M-PgSE/Tt42Qm9DPGI/AAAAAAAACQs/6UzZTxx39CM/s220/Picture%2B010.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9HnSCKZ12xw/SwnRvM-QO-I/AAAAAAAACF8/fKju8TboiI8/s72-c/SoIntoYou200.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38776029.post-4338733506899266373</id><published>2009-11-23T08:08:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-23T08:09:03.008+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='My current readings'/><title type='text'>Viking Heat</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9HnSCKZ12xw/SwnQLSlpvbI/AAAAAAAACF0/RApUP9PnuNc/s1600/c.VikingHeat.MED.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 124px; height: 200px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9HnSCKZ12xw/SwnQLSlpvbI/AAAAAAAACF0/RApUP9PnuNc/s200/c.VikingHeat.MED.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5407081720021892530" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a name="top0" id="top0"&gt; &lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Joy Nelson joins the female Navy SEALS in a fit of depression over the death of her POW brother. Then she finds herself shot back in time to the cold, cold Norselands where she is auctioned off as a slave to a Viking warlord. What fun! This Norseman doesn't know what hit him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mapapa-ohh ka sa lovescenes! Hehehe Sarap! Kahit yung di malandi, napapalandi!&lt;input id="gwProxy" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;!--Session data--&gt;&lt;input onclick="jsCall();" id="jsProxy" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;div id="refHTML"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38776029-4338733506899266373?l=shewhosnameisnothing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shewhosnameisnothing.blogspot.com/feeds/4338733506899266373/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38776029&amp;postID=4338733506899266373&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38776029/posts/default/4338733506899266373'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38776029/posts/default/4338733506899266373'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shewhosnameisnothing.blogspot.com/2009/11/viking-heat.html' title='Viking Heat'/><author><name>SailorWitch</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-LJ9D1M-PgSE/Tt42Qm9DPGI/AAAAAAAACQs/6UzZTxx39CM/s220/Picture%2B010.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9HnSCKZ12xw/SwnQLSlpvbI/AAAAAAAACF0/RApUP9PnuNc/s72-c/c.VikingHeat.MED.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38776029.post-5166110895416141564</id><published>2009-11-18T06:12:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-18T19:33:32.055+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Pacman's girl</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I think it's true.&lt;br /&gt;Kapag kasi sikat ka na, mahirap magpakabait lalo na kapag di ka naman naturally good. Human, human, human.&lt;br /&gt;Ako kaya kapag sumikat, iiwan rin si Lee Dong? (ahahaha)&lt;br /&gt;Dami pa sanang magpa-autograph ke Manny keya lang he was with a woman that's why di na sya nagkaroon ng time sa fans.&lt;br /&gt;Accordingly, tsismis lang ito dito sa Gensan ha, during his fight against Cotto, si Krysta yung nasa Mansion ni Manny while the wife remained in the hotel with her kamag-anak praying na sana Manny won't make it. Pero actually, wala naman akong pakialam. Kiber ko ba sa life nya? (pero pi-nost ko to. hehehehe)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;object height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/Ip2Ob8EWFf8&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/Ip2Ob8EWFf8&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;input id="gwProxy" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;!--Session data--&gt;&lt;input onclick="jsCall();" id="jsProxy" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;div id="refHTML"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;input id="gwProxy" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;!--Session data--&gt;&lt;input onclick="jsCall();" id="jsProxy" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;div id="refHTML"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;input id="gwProxy" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;!--Session data--&gt;&lt;input onclick="jsCall();" id="jsProxy" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;div id="refHTML"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38776029-5166110895416141564?l=shewhosnameisnothing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shewhosnameisnothing.blogspot.com/feeds/5166110895416141564/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38776029&amp;postID=5166110895416141564&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38776029/posts/default/5166110895416141564'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38776029/posts/default/5166110895416141564'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shewhosnameisnothing.blogspot.com/2009/11/pacmans-girl.html' title='Pacman&apos;s girl'/><author><name>SailorWitch</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-LJ9D1M-PgSE/Tt42Qm9DPGI/AAAAAAAACQs/6UzZTxx39CM/s220/Picture%2B010.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38776029.post-4831350492371335623</id><published>2009-11-13T23:59:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-14T00:36:47.405+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Juday</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I'm so &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;happy n&lt;/span&gt;Ow!!!!&lt;br /&gt;Hindi naman pwedeng i-deny that I'm a biG fan of &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Juday.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kaya nga nakadikit pa hanggang ngayon ang mga ngiti ko sa labi kasi I just heard from SNN that she will be doing another soap opera early next year with Derek Ramsey.&lt;br /&gt;Halos di na yata matatanggal ang ngiting ito lalo na nung sinabi nyang He can never be who is today if not for Juday   (referring to their tandem during the ISABELLA soap aired in ABS CBN) .  I must admit na hindi ako nakakapanood masyado ng Isabella kasi hindi kayang isingit sa subrang busy ng work schedule ko dati. Nagkasya na lamang ako sa pagbili ng original DVD. Hindi ako magpipirata kapag Judyann na.  Yoko ngang magtampo sya.&lt;br /&gt;Ako pa naman yung tipo na if I like love someone, I'm all the way for that someone~!  kaya hindi ko ipipirata ang idol kong si Juday!!!&lt;br /&gt;Actually, eto lang talaga ang i-sye-share ko ngayun.&lt;br /&gt;It's been a while na rin na hindi ko nakikita si Juday araw-araw.&lt;br /&gt;Kaya nga knowing that she's back~ Great nnews gyud!~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;input id="gwProxy" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;!--Session data--&gt;&lt;input onclick="jsCall();" id="jsProxy" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;div id="refHTML"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38776029-4831350492371335623?l=shewhosnameisnothing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shewhosnameisnothing.blogspot.com/feeds/4831350492371335623/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38776029&amp;postID=4831350492371335623&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38776029/posts/default/4831350492371335623'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38776029/posts/default/4831350492371335623'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shewhosnameisnothing.blogspot.com/2009/11/juday.html' title='Juday'/><author><name>SailorWitch</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-LJ9D1M-PgSE/Tt42Qm9DPGI/AAAAAAAACQs/6UzZTxx39CM/s220/Picture%2B010.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38776029.post-783398032296556683</id><published>2009-11-11T20:38:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-11T21:16:10.220+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Malory and Flynn</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;This is from Key of Light ni Mareng Nora Roberts (bale Book One ng Key Trilogy):&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Minsan lang ako kinikilig kapag nagbabasa ng romance english book. Though hindi naman talaga romansa ang story ni Malory dito pero kahit papano umiikot din yung romansa nina Malory (yung bidang babae ) at ni Flynn (yung love interest ni Malory).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kinikilig ako sa character ni Flynn.  Gustong-gusto ko iyong style ng panunuyo niya ke Malory!&lt;br /&gt;At natatawa rin ako sa aso ni Flynn.  Si Moe.  Si Moe yata ang unang nagkaroon ng crush ke Malory.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Basta ang hirap i-share  dito.  All I know is that tumatak sa puso ko ang character ni Flynn.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;input id="gwProxy" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;!--Session data--&gt;&lt;input onclick="jsCall();" id="jsProxy" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;div id="refHTML"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;input id="gwProxy" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;!--Session data--&gt;&lt;input onclick="jsCall();" id="jsProxy" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;div id="refHTML"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38776029-783398032296556683?l=shewhosnameisnothing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shewhosnameisnothing.blogspot.com/feeds/783398032296556683/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38776029&amp;postID=783398032296556683&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38776029/posts/default/783398032296556683'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38776029/posts/default/783398032296556683'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shewhosnameisnothing.blogspot.com/2009/11/malory-and-flynn.html' title='Malory and Flynn'/><author><name>SailorWitch</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-LJ9D1M-PgSE/Tt42Qm9DPGI/AAAAAAAACQs/6UzZTxx39CM/s220/Picture%2B010.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38776029.post-481547459708603370</id><published>2009-11-11T20:01:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-11T20:41:42.962+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Bien's Nightmare</title><content type='html'>I'm sad kasi me sakit si Bien. Tatlong araw ring absent sa school. Eto namang Pedia nya nasa Manila at me convention na inatenan! Ako naman OZING-OZI.  Ayaw na ayaw kong papalit -palit ng doktor.  I told my self na kapag 3 araw na at wala pa ang doktor ~  maghahanap na ako ng iba.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the second night, nilamig si Bien. I hugged him tightly tapos ini-off ko ang aircon.  Balik basa ng book ni Mareng Nora (Nasa Cirle Trilogy na ako).  Biglang nagsalita si Bien habang natutulog.  Naalarma ako.  I wake him up sabay niyakap siya ng subrang higpit.  Tapos sinabi nya to me na " Mom I had a nightmare!" habang pinupunasan nya nga kanyang palad ang mga mata.&lt;br /&gt;"What happen in your dream?" I asked him&lt;br /&gt;"The snake eats me." he answered.&lt;br /&gt;"What did I do? I just let it happen? Imposible yan. I won't let that snake harm you. Kakainin  ko muna sya." I told him habang nanlalaki ang mga tsinita kong mata.&lt;br /&gt;"No, Mom. In my dreams, I died. The snake left me with my skeletons!"&lt;br /&gt;"Naku Bien, let's pray. Bad dream lang yan."&lt;br /&gt;Nakatulog naman uli ng maayos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kaya kaninang umaga, first thing talaga yung naghanap ako ng bagong pedia.&lt;br /&gt;Pinacheck ko lahat ng vitals ni Bien and I even told our new Doctor about what bothers me.  Takot ako sa Dengue. Sino ba namang hindi. Cool naman ang Doctor. Matanda na pero magaling.&lt;br /&gt;Ang point ko  lang talaga is, natakot ako dun sa dream.&lt;br /&gt;Stay away bad omen! Di kita kaya!&lt;br /&gt;Ayoko kahit isipin man lang.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;input id="gwProxy" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;!--Session data--&gt;&lt;input onclick="jsCall();" id="jsProxy" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;div id="refHTML"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;input id="gwProxy" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;!--Session data--&gt;&lt;input onclick="jsCall();" id="jsProxy" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;div id="refHTML"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38776029-481547459708603370?l=shewhosnameisnothing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shewhosnameisnothing.blogspot.com/feeds/481547459708603370/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38776029&amp;postID=481547459708603370&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38776029/posts/default/481547459708603370'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38776029/posts/default/481547459708603370'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shewhosnameisnothing.blogspot.com/2009/11/biens-nightmare.html' title='Bien&apos;s Nightmare'/><author><name>SailorWitch</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-LJ9D1M-PgSE/Tt42Qm9DPGI/AAAAAAAACQs/6UzZTxx39CM/s220/Picture%2B010.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38776029.post-666523811104523469</id><published>2009-11-11T20:01:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-11T20:09:10.766+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Angie</title><content type='html'>She's a  very good friend way back highschool. We recently bumped with each other in the Net. Hirap ngang mapaniwalaan na kung kelan limot na limot mo na yung tao atsaka pa sya muling magbabalik. Hehehe Joke lang Angie.  Among my friends, sya 'yung pinakahuling taong maiisip kong mag aasawa ng foriegner.  I was so scared for her but looking back, naku, tama ang ginawa nya.  She's more tha happier now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Keya ito, she wanna know me better after decades of not seeing each other. I have posted this already but for her sake I'm going to share the link.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ten Wackiest Thing About &lt;a href="http://shewhosnameisnothing.blogspot.com/2009/02/ten-wackiest-facts-about-witchyboop.html"&gt;Me (&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Click me)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mrs. Cape,  di pa rin ako nagbabago. I spend time reading anything pa rin.&lt;br /&gt;Problema ko nga eh di yata ako capable maging mature woman. Hehehehe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;input id="gwProxy" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;!--Session data--&gt;&lt;input onclick="jsCall();" id="jsProxy" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;div id="refHTML"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;input id="gwProxy" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;!--Session data--&gt;&lt;input onclick="jsCall();" id="jsProxy" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;div id="refHTML"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38776029-666523811104523469?l=shewhosnameisnothing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shewhosnameisnothing.blogspot.com/feeds/666523811104523469/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38776029&amp;postID=666523811104523469&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38776029/posts/default/666523811104523469'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38776029/posts/default/666523811104523469'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shewhosnameisnothing.blogspot.com/2009/11/angie.html' title='Angie'/><author><name>SailorWitch</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-LJ9D1M-PgSE/Tt42Qm9DPGI/AAAAAAAACQs/6UzZTxx39CM/s220/Picture%2B010.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38776029.post-4732789909055627379</id><published>2009-11-08T23:33:00.020+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-09T00:07:19.203+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Circle Trilogy</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9HnSCKZ12xw/SvbsrM6X5KI/AAAAAAAACFM/gBmJQdeu2ME/s1600-h/sm-a1.yimg.com.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 120px; height: 125px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9HnSCKZ12xw/SvbsrM6X5KI/AAAAAAAACFM/gBmJQdeu2ME/s200/sm-a1.yimg.com.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5401765030022079650" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Book 1 - Morrigan's Cross&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;span style=""&gt;Standing on the cliffs of 12th century &lt;st1:country-region st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;Ireland&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:country-region&gt; following the disappearance of his twin, Hoyt Mac Cionaoith is visited by the goddess Morrigan and is charged with the ultimate of tasks: saving his and all future worlds. His enemy, the beautiful but deadly vampire queen Lilith, has had over two thousand years experience in cruelly killing and changing humans into one of her own - including Hoyt's brother, Cian.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, Hoyt, a sorcerer, must travel across the world and through time to find and train the five others Morrigan has prophesized will join him as a circle and do battle against Lilith's army of vampires on Samhain in the &lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:placetype st="on"&gt;land&lt;/st1:placetype&gt; of &lt;st1:placename st="on"&gt;Geall&lt;/st1:placename&gt;&lt;/st1:place&gt;. But just who is the witch, the shape-changer, the scholar, the warrior and the vampire? How will this unlikely band of six prepare and become one with less than three months until the possible end of the world?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Following the arrival of Glenna Ward - a modern day witch with a knack for making her own kind of magic, the kind that makes his heart melt - Hoyt must find the strength to save the world, and a love that knows no bounds.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;b&gt;Book 2 - Dance of the Gods&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt; Raised in a family of demon hunters, Blair Murphy has her own personal demons to fight - the father who trained, then abandoned her, and the fiancé who walked out on her after learning what she is. Now she finds herself training a sorcerer from 12th century &lt;st1:country-region st="on"&gt;Ireland&lt;/st1:country-region&gt;, a witch from modern day &lt;st1:state st="on"&gt;New York&lt;/st1:state&gt;, a scholar and a shape changer from the mythical &lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:placetype st="on"&gt;land&lt;/st1:placetype&gt; of &lt;st1:placename st="on"&gt;Geall&lt;/st1:placename&gt;&lt;/st1:place&gt;, while trying to keep herself from staking the sixth of their circle and host: a vampire sired by Lilith, the vampire queen they've been charged with defeating on Samhain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No stranger to butt-kicking, Blair finds herself taking a good whipping when it comes to that handsome and flirtatious Geallian, Larkin. And a couple of run-ins with Lilith's right-hand gal gives Blair more than she reckoned for, mentally and physically. But will she be able to stay afloat long enough to defeat Lilith's loyal in pre-battle bouts? Or will she find herself falling for the one thing she vowed never to give in to again? If the vampires don't do her in, Larkin is certainly up to the task.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;b&gt;Book 3 - &lt;st1:placetype st="on"&gt;Valley&lt;/st1:placetype&gt; of &lt;st1:placename st="on"&gt;Silence&lt;/st1:placename&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt; Having traveled through the Dance of the Gods to the &lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:placetype st="on"&gt;land&lt;/st1:placetype&gt; of &lt;st1:placename st="on"&gt;Geall&lt;/st1:placename&gt;&lt;/st1:place&gt;, the circle finds themselves convincing then training the people of Geall to defeat Lilith's vampire army. The &lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:placetype st="on"&gt;Valley&lt;/st1:placetype&gt;  of &lt;st1:placename st="on"&gt;Silence&lt;/st1:placename&gt;&lt;/st1:place&gt; is a forbidding place for the battle of all battles, but the circle continues to prepare through magic and a few early stakeouts that test their strength individually and as a team.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Moira finds herself playing the roles of warrior and royal, as she follows the tradition of her people and prepares to take the crown before leading them into battle. And if that isn't enough, she finds her thoughts turning to Cian more often than not.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So what's a chaste and intelligent young woman to do when given less than a month with &lt;/span&gt;&lt;input id="gwProxy" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;!--Session data--&gt;&lt;input onclick="jsCall();" id="jsProxy" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;div id="refHTML"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;input id="gwProxy" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;!--Session data--&gt;&lt;input onclick="jsCall();" id="jsProxy" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;div id="refHTML"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;input id="gwProxy" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;!--Session data--&gt;&lt;input onclick="jsCall();" id="jsProxy" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;div id="refHTML"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;input id="gwProxy" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;!--Session data--&gt;&lt;input onclick="jsCall();" id="jsProxy" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;div id="refHTML"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38776029-4732789909055627379?l=shewhosnameisnothing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shewhosnameisnothing.blogspot.com/feeds/4732789909055627379/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38776029&amp;postID=4732789909055627379&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38776029/posts/default/4732789909055627379'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38776029/posts/default/4732789909055627379'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shewhosnameisnothing.blogspot.com/2009/11/circle-trilogy.html' title='Circle Trilogy'/><author><name>SailorWitch</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-LJ9D1M-PgSE/Tt42Qm9DPGI/AAAAAAAACQs/6UzZTxx39CM/s220/Picture%2B010.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9HnSCKZ12xw/SvbsrM6X5KI/AAAAAAAACFM/gBmJQdeu2ME/s72-c/sm-a1.yimg.com.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38776029.post-8864231027516058487</id><published>2009-11-08T23:33:00.019+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-09T00:02:57.749+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9HnSCKZ12xw/SvbrmhAoqqI/AAAAAAAACEc/6FSUn5-vV64/s1600-h/normal_leedongwook3_1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 148px; height: 200px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9HnSCKZ12xw/SvbrmhAoqqI/AAAAAAAACEc/6FSUn5-vV64/s200/normal_leedongwook3_1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5401763850006080162" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9HnSCKZ12xw/Svbq6JJkf-I/AAAAAAAACEU/o6k-rBnhB-o/s1600-h/leedongwook2_1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 190px; height: 200px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9HnSCKZ12xw/Svbq6JJkf-I/AAAAAAAACEU/o6k-rBnhB-o/s200/leedongwook2_1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5401763087686860770" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;It's late na. I gotta go. Si Lee Dong nag-aaya ng matulog kami. Naturally alembong lola nyo kaya sige na bye! Gagawa pa kami ng baby!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;input id="gwProxy" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;!--Session data--&gt;&lt;input onclick="jsCall();" id="jsProxy" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;div id="refHTML"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;input id="gwProxy" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;!--Session data--&gt;&lt;input onclick="jsCall();" id="jsProxy" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;div id="refHTML"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38776029-8864231027516058487?l=shewhosnameisnothing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shewhosnameisnothing.blogspot.com/feeds/8864231027516058487/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38776029&amp;postID=8864231027516058487&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38776029/posts/default/8864231027516058487'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38776029/posts/default/8864231027516058487'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shewhosnameisnothing.blogspot.com/2009/11/its-late-na.html' title=''/><author><name>SailorWitch</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-LJ9D1M-PgSE/Tt42Qm9DPGI/AAAAAAAACQs/6UzZTxx39CM/s220/Picture%2B010.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9HnSCKZ12xw/SvbrmhAoqqI/AAAAAAAACEc/6FSUn5-vV64/s72-c/normal_leedongwook3_1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38776029.post-3219830283019194341</id><published>2009-11-08T23:33:00.013+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-08T23:56:05.923+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Love Match</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9HnSCKZ12xw/SvbpQoGTH7I/AAAAAAAACEE/TZyCuT1Q4JY/s1600-h/PA250002.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9HnSCKZ12xw/SvbpQoGTH7I/AAAAAAAACEE/TZyCuT1Q4JY/s200/PA250002.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5401761274928504754" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;These were books published in General Santos City.&lt;br /&gt;Love Match.&lt;br /&gt;Most writers were from here too.&lt;br /&gt;I just hope that these books were available anywhere in our country kasi nga maganda at makabago ang istilo ng mga pinoy writer dito.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The first time I read the Lothario Series of Eve Montilibano, I go crazy.&lt;br /&gt;Now, I'm into Crystal Orteza's Dream Catcher Saga. Mas lalong nakakabaliw!&lt;br /&gt;I also tried other books, halos binili ko na nga lahat.&lt;br /&gt;When the family spend time in Mt. Apo three weeks ago during the semestral break, ito yung mga PB na dala dala ko. Ay naku, Kahit mobiling kami, nagbabasa pa rin ako.   Compared to PHR books mas mahigpit yata ang pagkakawahak ko sa LoveMatch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;input id="gwProxy" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;!--Session data--&gt;&lt;input onclick="jsCall();" id="jsProxy" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;div id="refHTML"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;input id="gwProxy" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;!--Session data--&gt;&lt;input onclick="jsCall();" id="jsProxy" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;div id="refHTML"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38776029-3219830283019194341?l=shewhosnameisnothing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shewhosnameisnothing.blogspot.com/feeds/3219830283019194341/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38776029&amp;postID=3219830283019194341&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38776029/posts/default/3219830283019194341'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38776029/posts/default/3219830283019194341'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shewhosnameisnothing.blogspot.com/2009/11/love-match.html' title='Love Match'/><author><name>SailorWitch</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-LJ9D1M-PgSE/Tt42Qm9DPGI/AAAAAAAACQs/6UzZTxx39CM/s220/Picture%2B010.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9HnSCKZ12xw/SvbpQoGTH7I/AAAAAAAACEE/TZyCuT1Q4JY/s72-c/PA250002.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38776029.post-3666018859354094298</id><published>2009-11-08T23:33:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-08T23:38:22.771+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Mill and Boons</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9HnSCKZ12xw/Svbk5uhgVpI/AAAAAAAACD8/L7xDJQt68oE/s1600-h/PA270006.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9HnSCKZ12xw/Svbk5uhgVpI/AAAAAAAACD8/L7xDJQt68oE/s200/PA270006.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5401756483469727378" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I bought these books in a bookstore where everything is mura.  Mills and Boons books for only P15.00.  I usually can't read books without tatak National Bookstore but these newly discovered store is amazing!  The books on sale where perfectly maganda pa rin in a very reasonable price!&lt;br /&gt;Bongga! Ang dami-daming books na nakaline-up sa akin ngayun para basahin. I'm so glad na hindi pa ako busy. Parang kulang pa nga ang gabi sa kababasa! Hay sarap!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;input id="gwProxy" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;!--Session data--&gt;&lt;input onclick="jsCall();" id="jsProxy" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;div id="refHTML"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38776029-3666018859354094298?l=shewhosnameisnothing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shewhosnameisnothing.blogspot.com/feeds/3666018859354094298/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38776029&amp;postID=3666018859354094298&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38776029/posts/default/3666018859354094298'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38776029/posts/default/3666018859354094298'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shewhosnameisnothing.blogspot.com/2009/11/mill-and-boons.html' title='Mill and Boons'/><author><name>SailorWitch</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-LJ9D1M-PgSE/Tt42Qm9DPGI/AAAAAAAACQs/6UzZTxx39CM/s220/Picture%2B010.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9HnSCKZ12xw/Svbk5uhgVpI/AAAAAAAACD8/L7xDJQt68oE/s72-c/PA270006.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38776029.post-3897570801370447512</id><published>2009-11-08T22:53:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-08T23:33:09.948+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Nora Roberts</title><content type='html'>I've crossed with NRobert's books many times but I just ignored it.   Ganun kasi ako, when I visit the bookstore usually alam ko na kung ano ang bibilhin.  My usual picks were from Paulo Coelho, Mitch Albom, Sophie Kinsella and Anne Rice.&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes, I get tired with them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Recently, in a forum where I spend my time most, somebody suggested to try Nora Robert's  "Irish Trilogy".  Suddenly I was hooked.  I  searched for the books here and find nothing.  Until I found it in a second hand bookstore in General Santos City.   I suddenly  bought three of her trilogies.  I was scared kasi na if I won't buy those 9 books I won't be seeing them again in my next visit.  Di naman masyadong expensive kasi nga second-hand.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You can just imagine my happiness.  I could even spend the whole day smiling!  So I was reading first the Key trilogy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's about the three goddessess who were cursed.  Their souls were trapped seperately  in a glass of box.  The guardian of the said box who was a warrior and a teacher and also a lover  were the one who'd look for the three women living in the mortal world who were  destined to be the keys that could unlock those boxes.&lt;br /&gt;There was a man who bought the portrait of the the three goddesses.  The three goddessess were look-a-like of the three women destined to unlock the  soul.  The first book is entitled The Key of Light, the second one is The Key of Knowledge and the Third is The Key of Valor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yung Irish Trilogy naman is about the woman ghost  that was found crying in the cottage.  It was said that she has a lover na  prinsepe pero engkanto.  The Prince give her a diamond from the sun,a pearl from the moon and a jewel from the sea but the woman rejected all of it because she was waiting for the Prince to tell him na mahal nya ang babae even without those gift.  Kung sinabi lang ng prinsipe yung magic words na I Love You, she would come to him willingly.  The Prince became angry and made a curse.  Ang sabi she will stay in the world until someone will break the curse.  It was already too late when the Prince realized that the woman truly love her.  The stroy is a trilogy. Yung tatlong libro ay iikot dun sa kung papano ma-be-break ang spell.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="postbody"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;input id="gwProxy" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;!--Session data--&gt;&lt;input onclick="jsCall();" id="jsProxy" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;div id="refHTML"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;input id="gwProxy" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;!--Session data--&gt;&lt;input onclick="jsCall();" id="jsProxy" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;div id="refHTML"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;input id="gwProxy" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;!--Session data--&gt;&lt;input onclick="jsCall();" id="jsProxy" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;div id="refHTML"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38776029-3897570801370447512?l=shewhosnameisnothing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shewhosnameisnothing.blogspot.com/feeds/3897570801370447512/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38776029&amp;postID=3897570801370447512&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38776029/posts/default/3897570801370447512'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38776029/posts/default/3897570801370447512'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shewhosnameisnothing.blogspot.com/2009/11/nora-roberts.html' title='Nora Roberts'/><author><name>SailorWitch</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-LJ9D1M-PgSE/Tt42Qm9DPGI/AAAAAAAACQs/6UzZTxx39CM/s220/Picture%2B010.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38776029.post-6550519406681417758</id><published>2009-11-04T14:48:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-04T15:00:42.274+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Lee  Dong's Letter (for me!) yeeyy!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9HnSCKZ12xw/SvEkpis9glI/AAAAAAAACDU/F9lrnXq4Gnw/s1600-h/269.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 182px; height: 200px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9HnSCKZ12xw/SvEkpis9glI/AAAAAAAACDU/F9lrnXq4Gnw/s200/269.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5400137724302557778" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;My boyfriend is in the army right now. I won't be seeing him for 2 years. That's horrible.  But what made me smile? He got me a message!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Please read guys~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(From Lee dong Wook)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255); font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;span&gt;Anehaseiyo ! I am very happy to see you ! I am grade II soldier Lee Dong Wook&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span&gt;am seeing you healthily in my army uniform&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span&gt;am serving my national service with the Defence Media Unit&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span&gt;am not able to greet you publicly sooner as it has not been long since I enlisted&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span&gt;am still feeling a bit uncomfortable for being a soldier of the Republic of Korea&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span&gt;I have started to host a radio program named A Very Good Morning&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span&gt;if you wake up early, you will be able to hear me hosting this show&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span&gt;I really appreciate your efforts to get up early to support this show&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span&gt;this program is produced by our Defence department&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span&gt;Thank you for showing interests in our programmes&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span&gt;you will find a lot of information at our websites if you take a look at it&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span&gt;winter is approaching ... and the swine flu virus spreads rapidly too.&lt;br /&gt;please take care !&lt;br /&gt;do take care and stay happy&lt;br /&gt;I shall see you again&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;salute !&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255); font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"  &gt;That's all for now&lt;br /&gt;I am grade II soldier.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255); font-weight: bold;"&gt; Lee Dong Wook&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bongga! Ang sweet nya sa akin. SA AKIN LANG PO ITO NAKA-ADDRESS. (happy face)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;input id="gwProxy" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;!--Session data--&gt;&lt;input onclick="jsCall();" id="jsProxy" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;div id="refHTML"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;input id="gwProxy" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;!--Session data--&gt;&lt;input onclick="jsCall();" id="jsProxy" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;div id="refHTML"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;input id="gwProxy" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;!--Session data--&gt;&lt;input onclick="jsCall();" id="jsProxy" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;div id="refHTML"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38776029-6550519406681417758?l=shewhosnameisnothing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shewhosnameisnothing.blogspot.com/feeds/6550519406681417758/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38776029&amp;postID=6550519406681417758&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38776029/posts/default/6550519406681417758'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38776029/posts/default/6550519406681417758'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shewhosnameisnothing.blogspot.com/2009/11/lee-dongs-letter-for-me-yeeyy.html' title='Lee  Dong&apos;s Letter (for me!) yeeyy!'/><author><name>SailorWitch</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-LJ9D1M-PgSE/Tt42Qm9DPGI/AAAAAAAACQs/6UzZTxx39CM/s220/Picture%2B010.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9HnSCKZ12xw/SvEkpis9glI/AAAAAAAACDU/F9lrnXq4Gnw/s72-c/269.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38776029.post-9146631338078888652</id><published>2009-11-04T13:31:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-04T14:37:29.245+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='advertisement'/><title type='text'>A gold coin in a mud</title><content type='html'>It's in the boiling mud of Lake Agkho situated exactly in the Heart of Mt. Apo, Kidapawan City that I've seen something that glows when touched by the sun's light.  It's oddity made me picked the wooden stick from a tree behind  and dig that thing in the boiling mud until I finally have it.&lt;br /&gt;I found a&lt;a href="http://www.goldcoinsgain.com/"&gt; gold&lt;/a&gt;.  If it's real or not, I'm not sure.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is an old gold american coin.  My ignorance in this field is obvious. I just read what was engraved in the &lt;a href="http://www.goldcoinsgain.com/"&gt;gold coin&lt;/a&gt; but I really don't know any information regarding this.  My cousin took the coin from me.  With a full-blown-eyes  he told me how valuable it is! I chuckled with out hoping anything. The only thing I know about having a gold coin is that it's a good investment.  I'm not a coin collector not even a gold investor but really, having volumes of this thing could be something. It is a sure investment for a generation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As of now I only have 1 piece.  I pulled back the coin from my cousin. Tossed it, feel its warmth and put it inside my pocket.  I don't know if I could buy a &lt;a href="http://www.goldcoinsgain.com/gold-bullion-coins"&gt;bullion&lt;/a&gt; from this one but for sure, this will going to be my lucky charm. I'm gonna keep it with me.&lt;br /&gt;I know it will bring me luck in the near future.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;input id="gwProxy" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;!--Session data--&gt;&lt;input onclick="jsCall();" id="jsProxy" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;div id="refHTML"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;input id="gwProxy" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;!--Session data--&gt;&lt;input onclick="jsCall();" id="jsProxy" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;div id="refHTML"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38776029-9146631338078888652?l=shewhosnameisnothing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shewhosnameisnothing.blogspot.com/feeds/9146631338078888652/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38776029&amp;postID=9146631338078888652&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38776029/posts/default/9146631338078888652'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38776029/posts/default/9146631338078888652'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shewhosnameisnothing.blogspot.com/2009/11/gold-coin-in-mud.html' title='A gold coin in a mud'/><author><name>SailorWitch</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-LJ9D1M-PgSE/Tt42Qm9DPGI/AAAAAAAACQs/6UzZTxx39CM/s220/Picture%2B010.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38776029.post-8607166105091727791</id><published>2009-11-04T13:12:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-04T13:21:32.002+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='crazythoughts'/><title type='text'>Lee Dong Wook</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt; I'm inlove with him since korean soap &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;font-family:arial;" &gt;My- Girl- days &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:arial;" &gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;aired in ABSCBN years back. I even love him more than I had loved Andy Garcia during my teenage years. I'm no longer in my primetime kasi 30 na ako kaya nga siguro mas type ko na ang boy-next door beauty. Hindi na pang Godfather na katulad ni Andy! &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204); font-style: italic;"&gt;Ang landi ng lola!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="200" width="150"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/tq4ySPETzJU&amp;amp;color1=0xb1b1b1&amp;amp;color2=0xcfcfcf&amp;amp;feature=player_embedded&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowScriptAccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/tq4ySPETzJU&amp;amp;color1=0xb1b1b1&amp;amp;color2=0xcfcfcf&amp;amp;feature=player_embedded&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" allowscriptaccess="always" height="200" width="150"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Officially, he is my boyfriend.&lt;br /&gt;I don't share him just to win a friend!&lt;br /&gt;Take note, he is singing only for me. Ayy!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;input id="gwProxy" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;!--Session data--&gt;&lt;input onclick="jsCall();" id="jsProxy" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;div id="refHTML"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;input id="gwProxy" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;!--Session data--&gt;&lt;input onclick="jsCall();" id="jsProxy" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;div id="refHTML"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38776029-8607166105091727791?l=shewhosnameisnothing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shewhosnameisnothing.blogspot.com/feeds/8607166105091727791/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38776029&amp;postID=8607166105091727791&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38776029/posts/default/8607166105091727791'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38776029/posts/default/8607166105091727791'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shewhosnameisnothing.blogspot.com/2009/11/lee-dong-wook.html' title='Lee Dong Wook'/><author><name>SailorWitch</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-LJ9D1M-PgSE/Tt42Qm9DPGI/AAAAAAAACQs/6UzZTxx39CM/s220/Picture%2B010.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38776029.post-3489121386423182170</id><published>2009-10-24T19:49:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-04T13:25:11.268+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='carzy thought'/><title type='text'>Boyfriend kong fresh-looking</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9HnSCKZ12xw/SuLqPRgpYQI/AAAAAAAACC8/IY2lD3DXRRk/s1600-h/n743961483_1655107_190294.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 172px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9HnSCKZ12xw/SuLqPRgpYQI/AAAAAAAACC8/IY2lD3DXRRk/s200/n743961483_1655107_190294.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5396132851662545154" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Guys! Ayan na si Wookie. Kagigising nya  lang this morning after our ~~~ hehehe.&lt;br /&gt;Pasensya na, malandi kasi ako!&lt;br /&gt;Look at him. He look so fresh kapag bagong gising.&lt;br /&gt;Akalain  nyo bang maiinlove sya sa sexy'ng bruha na katulad ko.&lt;br /&gt;Jackpot! Fafaboom na fafaboom!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;input id="gwProxy" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;!--Session data--&gt;&lt;input onclick="jsCall();" id="jsProxy" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;div id="refHTML"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;input id="gwProxy" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;!--Session data--&gt;&lt;input onclick="jsCall();" id="jsProxy" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;div id="refHTML"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38776029-3489121386423182170?l=shewhosnameisnothing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shewhosnameisnothing.blogspot.com/feeds/3489121386423182170/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38776029&amp;postID=3489121386423182170&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38776029/posts/default/3489121386423182170'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38776029/posts/default/3489121386423182170'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shewhosnameisnothing.blogspot.com/2009/10/wookie.html' title='Boyfriend kong fresh-looking'/><author><name>SailorWitch</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-LJ9D1M-PgSE/Tt42Qm9DPGI/AAAAAAAACQs/6UzZTxx39CM/s220/Picture%2B010.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9HnSCKZ12xw/SuLqPRgpYQI/AAAAAAAACC8/IY2lD3DXRRk/s72-c/n743961483_1655107_190294.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38776029.post-5450415211854800970</id><published>2009-10-22T14:41:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-22T14:50:47.057+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9HnSCKZ12xw/St__Ci5x1JI/AAAAAAAACC0/2AirBfzskzE/s1600-h/mygirl_1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 199px; height: 200px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9HnSCKZ12xw/St__Ci5x1JI/AAAAAAAACC0/2AirBfzskzE/s200/mygirl_1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5395311297807111314" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; "Maybe we should kiss, just to know what the big deal is..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;I just watched this last night and I was giggling at the thought of these kids about kissing.&lt;br /&gt;Parang ang sarap maging bata uli.  Their innocence is overwhelming.&lt;br /&gt;Magkakaiba man tayo sa prinsipyo at sa isipan but I guess, we all feel the same when somebody we love kiss us or we kiss that someone we love!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Nyaayy....  (narember ko tuloy ang aking first kis! hehehehe)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;input id="gwProxy" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;!--Session data--&gt;&lt;input onclick="jsCall();" id="jsProxy" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;div id="refHTML"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38776029-5450415211854800970?l=shewhosnameisnothing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shewhosnameisnothing.blogspot.com/feeds/5450415211854800970/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38776029&amp;postID=5450415211854800970&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38776029/posts/default/5450415211854800970'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38776029/posts/default/5450415211854800970'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shewhosnameisnothing.blogspot.com/2009/10/maybe-we-should-kiss-just-to-know-what.html' title=''/><author><name>SailorWitch</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-LJ9D1M-PgSE/Tt42Qm9DPGI/AAAAAAAACQs/6UzZTxx39CM/s220/Picture%2B010.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9HnSCKZ12xw/St__Ci5x1JI/AAAAAAAACC0/2AirBfzskzE/s72-c/mygirl_1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38776029.post-6284278251836421859</id><published>2009-10-19T06:00:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-19T06:01:41.751+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;This is one of the MTV  that I find nice.   Parang ang ganda ni Regine dito.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/hmyIw3al1VI&amp;amp;color1=0xb1b1b1&amp;amp;color2=0xcfcfcf&amp;amp;feature=player_embedded&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowScriptAccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/hmyIw3al1VI&amp;amp;color1=0xb1b1b1&amp;amp;color2=0xcfcfcf&amp;amp;feature=player_embedded&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" allowscriptaccess="always" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;input id="gwProxy" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;!--Session data--&gt;&lt;input onclick="jsCall();" id="jsProxy" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;div id="refHTML"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38776029-6284278251836421859?l=shewhosnameisnothing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shewhosnameisnothing.blogspot.com/feeds/6284278251836421859/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38776029&amp;postID=6284278251836421859&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38776029/posts/default/6284278251836421859'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38776029/posts/default/6284278251836421859'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shewhosnameisnothing.blogspot.com/2009/10/this-is-one-of-mtv-that-i-find-nice.html' title=''/><author><name>SailorWitch</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-LJ9D1M-PgSE/Tt42Qm9DPGI/AAAAAAAACQs/6UzZTxx39CM/s220/Picture%2B010.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38776029.post-7980416986236296686</id><published>2009-10-14T03:21:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-14T14:48:05.210+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='farm ni merlita'/><title type='text'>Chocolate Hills</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9HnSCKZ12xw/StTVgryp4II/AAAAAAAACCk/hANJKUpvqno/s1600-h/fashion+035.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5392169411357040770" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; width: 200px; height: 150px; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9HnSCKZ12xw/StTVgryp4II/AAAAAAAACCk/hANJKUpvqno/s200/fashion+035.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9HnSCKZ12xw/StTVfb3f3uI/AAAAAAAACCU/N8oeNWua8sQ/s1600-h/fashion+085.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5392169389902520034" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; width: 200px; height: 150px; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9HnSCKZ12xw/StTVfb3f3uI/AAAAAAAACCU/N8oeNWua8sQ/s200/fashion+085.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9HnSCKZ12xw/StTVfHRFYvI/AAAAAAAACCM/wUvrsk39Q6I/s1600-h/fashion+060.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5392169384372691698" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; width: 200px; height: 150px; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9HnSCKZ12xw/StTVfHRFYvI/AAAAAAAACCM/wUvrsk39Q6I/s200/fashion+060.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Me Chocolate Hills din dito sa Gensan. My Mom owns it. Nyeee... yabang naman. Pero kasi mura lang ito nung nabili nya. Panahon pa ng Japanese. Naku ! Hala! Me ginto kaya dyan? Wla yata, matutunaw ang gold dyan sa sobrang init. Hehehe anu yun? Solyubol?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Nakiusap lang ang Mommy na i-post ito today kasi titingnan daw ni Lola na nasa Manila na ngayon.&lt;br /&gt;O ayan na Mommy&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Mission accomplished!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Love you Lola. See you this summer. uuwi kami dyan.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Kisses!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9HnSCKZ12xw/StTT6F9RCYI/AAAAAAAACCE/YM_WQ83MCfk/s1600-h/fashion+032.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5392167648854346114" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; width: 231px; height: 285px; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9HnSCKZ12xw/StTT6F9RCYI/AAAAAAAACCE/YM_WQ83MCfk/s200/fashion+032.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9HnSCKZ12xw/StTT5iSGQII/AAAAAAAACB8/15vrc2lF-6U/s1600-h/fashion+058.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5392167639278043266" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; width: 200px; height: 209px; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9HnSCKZ12xw/StTT5iSGQII/AAAAAAAACB8/15vrc2lF-6U/s200/fashion+058.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;input id="gwProxy" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;!--Session data--&gt;&lt;input onclick="jsCall();" id="jsProxy" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;div id="refHTML"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38776029-7980416986236296686?l=shewhosnameisnothing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shewhosnameisnothing.blogspot.com/feeds/7980416986236296686/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38776029&amp;postID=7980416986236296686&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38776029/posts/default/7980416986236296686'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38776029/posts/default/7980416986236296686'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shewhosnameisnothing.blogspot.com/2009/10/chocolate-hills.html' title='Chocolate Hills'/><author><name>SailorWitch</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-LJ9D1M-PgSE/Tt42Qm9DPGI/AAAAAAAACQs/6UzZTxx39CM/s220/Picture%2B010.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9HnSCKZ12xw/StTVgryp4II/AAAAAAAACCk/hANJKUpvqno/s72-c/fashion+035.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38776029.post-1392868970074781704</id><published>2009-10-14T03:07:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-14T03:20:34.668+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Bien&apos;s world'/><title type='text'>Happy and Glee</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9HnSCKZ12xw/StTQoBMMpNI/AAAAAAAACB0/UgXauwGvQFc/s1600-h/fashion+218.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5392164039802266834" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 150px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9HnSCKZ12xw/StTQoBMMpNI/AAAAAAAACB0/UgXauwGvQFc/s200/fashion+218.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9HnSCKZ12xw/StTQnp4RPaI/AAAAAAAACBs/kXOkz0GTibw/s1600-h/fashion+217.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5392164033544666530" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 144px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9HnSCKZ12xw/StTQnp4RPaI/AAAAAAAACBs/kXOkz0GTibw/s200/fashion+217.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9HnSCKZ12xw/StTQnXscB6I/AAAAAAAACBk/AHooMbNuQ5s/s1600-h/fashion+216.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5392164028663203746" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9HnSCKZ12xw/StTQnXscB6I/AAAAAAAACBk/AHooMbNuQ5s/s200/fashion+216.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Bien's fashion show yesterday was  fun! He was wearing a basketball attire for Sport's Fashion Show and was paired with Cammille with a Volleyball Wear.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;As much as he wanted not be laughed at, he just can't get away from it. Bien would always be the Darling of the Crowd. He walks like a Dino! Hahahahaha&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I can't even control my self from laughing and that includes everybody including the teachers.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I have the feeling that he loves it. He ended the fashion show making everybody sweep off their feet.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Hindi naman ito yung first time na ginulo nya ang audience. I just can't explain the way he do things on stage at kung bakit he could easily make everyone laugh. Wala lang, naturally kataw-anan siguro sya.&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/38776029-1392868970074781704?l=shewhosnameisnothing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shewhosnameisnothing.blogspot.com/feeds/1392868970074781704/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38776029&amp;postID=1392868970074781704&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38776029/posts/default/1392868970074781704'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38776029/posts/default/1392868970074781704'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shewhosnameisnothing.blogspot.com/2009/10/happy-and-glee.html' title='Happy and Glee'/><author><name>SailorWitch</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-LJ9D1M-PgSE/Tt42Qm9DPGI/AAAAAAAACQs/6UzZTxx39CM/s220/Picture%2B010.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9HnSCKZ12xw/StTQoBMMpNI/AAAAAAAACB0/UgXauwGvQFc/s72-c/fashion+218.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38776029.post-4256266824768634728</id><published>2009-10-14T02:45:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-14T03:06:17.761+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='insights'/><title type='text'>Selfish</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;It is your choice to be alone. And until now I still can't understand how can you hurt deeply those you said you love? In my heart all I can say was that you've been so selfish. You know how many hearts you have broken and what burden you've caused our family.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I've read what you have written in many characters from my books you've borrowed. It does not fit you. How can you love  those people  whom you will only appreciate when you just need something?  &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;That, that someone specially you are sorry for? You just need her more because she is the only one you've got and the only one you can still surely suck. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;From the start you know you can't fool me right? We both knew that.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Kasi write something from you. I'm not telling you to be a shit forever but I'm just suggesting that you have  to accept who you are because only in that way you can be able to change your life again. A life with out us being tormented.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Now I knew why I always fail to love you as part of my family no matter how I tried. I can not love you because you don't know what it means. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;But my hope is still here. I'm holding on it.  Someday, when you'll know how to love, I will reach out to you. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38776029-4256266824768634728?l=shewhosnameisnothing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shewhosnameisnothing.blogspot.com/feeds/4256266824768634728/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38776029&amp;postID=4256266824768634728&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38776029/posts/default/4256266824768634728'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38776029/posts/default/4256266824768634728'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shewhosnameisnothing.blogspot.com/2009/10/selfish.html' title='Selfish'/><author><name>SailorWitch</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-LJ9D1M-PgSE/Tt42Qm9DPGI/AAAAAAAACQs/6UzZTxx39CM/s220/Picture%2B010.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38776029.post-5740984224058034327</id><published>2009-10-14T01:55:00.009+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-14T02:34:20.487+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='kiddie'/><title type='text'>A visit from Maxine and Lean</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9HnSCKZ12xw/StTEznyDg6I/AAAAAAAACBE/xdVMxtrnAN8/s1600-h/fashion+151.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9HnSCKZ12xw/StTAA1IMl5I/AAAAAAAACA0/Wh-JmBKuJwE/s1600-h/fashion+158.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5392145774363318162" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 150px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9HnSCKZ12xw/StTAA1IMl5I/AAAAAAAACA0/Wh-JmBKuJwE/s200/fashion+158.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9HnSCKZ12xw/StTAAe76z2I/AAAAAAAACAs/Qt_P9nTw_r4/s1600-h/fashion+154.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The whole family can't get enough from their visit with us last September. We were all in a gay mood having them for one week.&lt;br /&gt;I was taking a bath pa nga when they came and Lean forced herself to get in. She succeeded getting inside since I didn't closed my door well. We were all shouting and laughing. God , I miss her so much. She is too kikay not to be remembered. Actually my husband would always tell me that she is my kaugali. The younger version of Witchyboop! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Most probably next week during their semestral break, they will be coming back and we will be spending our time in Mt. Apo's Lake Agko. Obviously, I can't wait. I always love spending my nights with them together with the butterflies and fireflies. The place is so enchanted. Kulang na lang ng snow para kompleto na ako. Yeey!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5392153973581789954" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9HnSCKZ12xw/StTHeFmNuwI/AAAAAAAACBc/AjAIxybemtc/s200/fashion+137.jpg" border="0" /&gt;Maxine would always be Bien's favorite. He was in a total &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Oh -no- I- can't- believe this&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; face when she saw her again.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Mine is Lean. &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5392152041514640722" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 135px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 161px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9HnSCKZ12xw/StTFtoFgpVI/AAAAAAAACBU/gQVfgiG3fkk/s200/fashion+151.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;She is my younger version and I will always love the way she cries, dances and everything else she does.  She is an amazing kid. The world will  never be the same with out her.&lt;br /&gt;Me makikita ka pa bang bata na ginagawang hair dryer ang hand dryer ng Dunkin Donut?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Kaya tuloy pati sina Bien at Maxine nakigaya na rin. Hehehehe&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5392151048807666418" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 134px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 172px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9HnSCKZ12xw/StTEz19uUvI/AAAAAAAACBM/t2SRowaDYcI/s200/fashion+154.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38776029-5740984224058034327?l=shewhosnameisnothing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shewhosnameisnothing.blogspot.com/feeds/5740984224058034327/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38776029&amp;postID=5740984224058034327&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38776029/posts/default/5740984224058034327'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38776029/posts/default/5740984224058034327'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shewhosnameisnothing.blogspot.com/2009/10/visit-from-maxine-and-lean.html' title='A visit from Maxine and Lean'/><author><name>SailorWitch</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-LJ9D1M-PgSE/Tt42Qm9DPGI/AAAAAAAACQs/6UzZTxx39CM/s220/Picture%2B010.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9HnSCKZ12xw/StTAA1IMl5I/AAAAAAAACA0/Wh-JmBKuJwE/s72-c/fashion+158.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38776029.post-1513601636820162130</id><published>2009-10-12T08:43:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-12T11:22:34.482+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='advertisement'/><title type='text'>Papa's New Wardrobe</title><content type='html'>I was looking for a unique on-line store that features almost everything and anything. So while I'm sweating out and working at home, I saved time from buying the things I needed with a great satisfaction!  I can rest easy with no complains from ordering and delivering the products I just bought. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today before going to work in Midsayap my father appreciated the &lt;a href="http://www.shopwiki.com/wiki/Clothing+for+Men"&gt;men's wear &lt;/a&gt;I just bought for him as a thank you gift for the help he gave to my husband last month.  He even told me that my taste is getting better!  Well, he don't really like my fashion sense ever since I decided to become a witch until today. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He looks good on his &lt;a href="http://www.shopwiki.com/wiki/Mens+Pants"&gt;pants&lt;/a&gt;! Papa even wondered how I estimated his measurements! Hahahahaha&lt;br /&gt;I told him about my witchy spells and he laughed hard. But it was my Mom who helped me all through out the plan of giving him a &lt;a href="http://www.shopwiki.com/wiki/Mens+Outerwear"&gt;gift&lt;/a&gt; from color-sizes!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38776029-1513601636820162130?l=shewhosnameisnothing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shewhosnameisnothing.blogspot.com/feeds/1513601636820162130/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38776029&amp;postID=1513601636820162130&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38776029/posts/default/1513601636820162130'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38776029/posts/default/1513601636820162130'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shewhosnameisnothing.blogspot.com/2009/10/papas-new-wardrobe.html' title='Papa&apos;s New Wardrobe'/><author><name>SailorWitch</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-LJ9D1M-PgSE/Tt42Qm9DPGI/AAAAAAAACQs/6UzZTxx39CM/s220/Picture%2B010.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38776029.post-3923819406293075863</id><published>2009-10-10T23:05:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-12T08:41:50.389+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='shopping'/><title type='text'>Amazing Bags, Amazing Treats</title><content type='html'>When I was a little kid, my mom would brought us all to church with one savvy bag hanging on her shoulder.  All we needed were inside her bag.   Now I'm also doing the same thing.  Wherever I go, I'd always have a bag which is  enough for my son's stuff like reading materials, mineral water, snacks,favorite toy, towels, hanky and etc.  Having all of those things inside the bag will keep my sanity intact for the whole day!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So you can now imagine my need to look good while bringing all those stuff. Using an appropriate bag for each occassion helps me feel confident about my looks. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have come to love shopping on line at &lt;a href="http://www.shopwiki.com/wiki/Bags"&gt;http://www.shopwiki.com/wiki/Bags&lt;/a&gt;. For a busy mother like me, it is a hassle free shopping.   I'm indeed turning like my mom. A bag shopper!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38776029-3923819406293075863?l=shewhosnameisnothing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shewhosnameisnothing.blogspot.com/feeds/3923819406293075863/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38776029&amp;postID=3923819406293075863&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38776029/posts/default/3923819406293075863'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38776029/posts/default/3923819406293075863'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shewhosnameisnothing.blogspot.com/2009/10/amazing-bags-amazing-treats.html' title='Amazing Bags, Amazing Treats'/><author><name>SailorWitch</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-LJ9D1M-PgSE/Tt42Qm9DPGI/AAAAAAAACQs/6UzZTxx39CM/s220/Picture%2B010.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38776029.post-6308144575482490750</id><published>2009-07-28T16:41:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-28T16:48:43.630+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Calalily</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9HnSCKZ12xw/Sm668wTvPnI/AAAAAAAACAk/E9m1IgwrOII/s1600-h/angeles+140.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9HnSCKZ12xw/Sm668wTvPnI/AAAAAAAACAk/E9m1IgwrOII/s200/angeles+140.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5363429759167446642" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Calalily is my favorite flower ever.&lt;br /&gt;Sabi ko nga sa nanay kong mahilig sa tanim bagay sa akin ang bulaklak na ito kasi enchanted parang ako. Di sa pumayag mas bagay daw sa aking maging Dama de noche. Kagila-gilalas!  Hahahahahaha!Natawa tuoly ako kasi pati si Mommy nakikisali na sa kalokohan ko.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38776029-6308144575482490750?l=shewhosnameisnothing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shewhosnameisnothing.blogspot.com/feeds/6308144575482490750/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38776029&amp;postID=6308144575482490750&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38776029/posts/default/6308144575482490750'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38776029/posts/default/6308144575482490750'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shewhosnameisnothing.blogspot.com/2009/07/calalily.html' title='Calalily'/><author><name>SailorWitch</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-LJ9D1M-PgSE/Tt42Qm9DPGI/AAAAAAAACQs/6UzZTxx39CM/s220/Picture%2B010.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9HnSCKZ12xw/Sm668wTvPnI/AAAAAAAACAk/E9m1IgwrOII/s72-c/angeles+140.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38776029.post-4053625865001538875</id><published>2009-07-28T16:35:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-28T16:39:58.623+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Jogging</title><content type='html'>Jogging is what we do every mornings of Saturdays and Sundays!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9HnSCKZ12xw/Sm649dYFVMI/AAAAAAAACAc/ITj_Cqbw6os/s1600-h/joging+027+copy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9HnSCKZ12xw/Sm649dYFVMI/AAAAAAAACAc/ITj_Cqbw6os/s200/joging+027+copy.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5363427572242011330" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9HnSCKZ12xw/Sm649MvNVuI/AAAAAAAACAU/onU9jZ2pvpc/s1600-h/joging+046s.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9HnSCKZ12xw/Sm649MvNVuI/AAAAAAAACAU/onU9jZ2pvpc/s200/joging+046s.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5363427567775602402" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9HnSCKZ12xw/Sm648943p-I/AAAAAAAACAM/-woIxffe1hA/s1600-h/joging+043+copy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9HnSCKZ12xw/Sm648943p-I/AAAAAAAACAM/-woIxffe1hA/s200/joging+043+copy.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5363427563789592546" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9HnSCKZ12xw/Sm648dUzHxI/AAAAAAAACAE/6uPBSLLMyRM/s1600-h/joging+039+copy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9HnSCKZ12xw/Sm648dUzHxI/AAAAAAAACAE/6uPBSLLMyRM/s200/joging+039+copy.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5363427555048365842" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38776029-4053625865001538875?l=shewhosnameisnothing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shewhosnameisnothing.blogspot.com/feeds/4053625865001538875/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38776029&amp;postID=4053625865001538875&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38776029/posts/default/4053625865001538875'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38776029/posts/default/4053625865001538875'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shewhosnameisnothing.blogspot.com/2009/07/jogging.html' title='Jogging'/><author><name>SailorWitch</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-LJ9D1M-PgSE/Tt42Qm9DPGI/AAAAAAAACQs/6UzZTxx39CM/s220/Picture%2B010.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9HnSCKZ12xw/Sm649dYFVMI/AAAAAAAACAc/ITj_Cqbw6os/s72-c/joging+027+copy.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38776029.post-7760706553019328980</id><published>2009-07-23T16:06:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-28T15:31:30.412+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Lover's in Paris</title><content type='html'>I was in Davao when I texted my bestfriend Evelyn to visit me home.&lt;br /&gt;We prefer kasi to spend time together in Dacoville (where we spent memories with janet during our college days) than strolling around in the mall.  That way, I can cook for them.  She appreciates my cooking kaya ko sya labs .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She was telling me the Korean telenobela  na Lover’s IN Paris aired in AbsCBN.  At that time, I was not watching any  TV shows pa. Ewan kung bakit. I might be busy siguro working in  the field. Imposible naman na I won’t watch TV kasi  nung hindi pa nauuso ang internet at cable, apart from book reading, I’m a certified TV addict.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I smelled her! She loves that soap opera! She is really into Vivian and Carlo. Duda nga ako na until now, she’s not over yet ke Carlo! She was even amazed how Korean Artist do their story.  Simple plot, basic boy meets girl story and yet, they can make the audience fall into the character so deeply.&lt;br /&gt;I also remember discouraging her na hindi magaling ang Korean.&lt;br /&gt;In-edit lang yan ng mga pinoy. Mas magaling pa rin ang mga Pinoy Bes! &lt;br /&gt;Ganyan ang sinabi ko at marami pang iba. Not considering how involved she was sa soap na yun ha?  Pero sadya ngang magaling  magtago ng feelings si Bes kasi nga  no argument happened.  She makes everything smooth-sailing  despite of all my panlalait sa mga Korean  soap opera’s that she currently love watching.  Nyeee…naisip ko tuloy  ang sama ko naman, di ko pinakinggan si Bes! But don’t worry  Bes, kinain ko naman yung mga sinabi ko.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After her visit, I made sure  to watch the show.  Believed me,  just like other pinoy, na-hooked na rin ako ng Lover’s in Paris.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By August yata Piolo and KC will be doing the Pinoy version of it.&lt;br /&gt;Pero mas panonoorin ko yata ang version ng Full House ni Richard Guttierez and  feeling ko lang, yung kapatid ni Ara Mina ang magple-play ng role ng bidang girl.&lt;br /&gt;Di ko kasi masyadong like si Piolo kapag  hindi di Juday ang  partner nya.  Sa mga bagay na iyan, pasensya na, traditional ako.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38776029-7760706553019328980?l=shewhosnameisnothing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shewhosnameisnothing.blogspot.com/feeds/7760706553019328980/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38776029&amp;postID=7760706553019328980&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38776029/posts/default/7760706553019328980'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38776029/posts/default/7760706553019328980'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shewhosnameisnothing.blogspot.com/2009/07/lovers-in-paris_23.html' title='Lover&apos;s in Paris'/><author><name>SailorWitch</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-LJ9D1M-PgSE/Tt42Qm9DPGI/AAAAAAAACQs/6UzZTxx39CM/s220/Picture%2B010.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38776029.post-6778656355852716396</id><published>2009-07-23T16:05:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-23T16:06:32.249+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Keep them real</title><content type='html'>The house is never the same without them.  I wanted to object when their Mom Cielo took them from us but I refrain from doing so.  I knew how she feels living far away from her kids.  I’m a witness how affected Maxine and Lean are.  No matter how much we have shown love for the kids, iba pa rin ang pagmamahal ng ina.  Itong puso ko, nasa mga bata.  I’m also a mother.  God knows how much I sacrificed for Bien and it was all worth it. My only question is that why can’t she sacrifice for her 3 wonderful daughters?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was more than five months when she left the kids including her 6 months old baby to us.  I honestly understood her feelings but whenever I saw Maxine crying quietly inside her room, I hate her. I hate her being so selfish.  I hate her for not trying to fixed things up between her and my brother.  I even hated my brother three times more than I hated Cielo. &lt;br /&gt;Hate ko silang dalawa for giving that kind of life to their daughters!&lt;br /&gt;Maxine telephoned  us.  In our phone dialogue she told us na wala silang baon sa school. She got no books!&lt;br /&gt;It tear  my heart into pieces.  They’re never been in that situation when they were here.&lt;br /&gt;My parents will provide for them. I will also make sure to buy some things we share to make fun. I facilitate their needs in schooling.  They will sleep with me, watch Tele with me, laugh and play with me.  We spend our whole day together especially when I’m just home. &lt;br /&gt;Kaya nung umalis sila, masyado akong nanibago.&lt;br /&gt;Cielo and my brother Darwin know what kind of relationship the kids do have to us.  They were our  babies and up to now, we still long for them.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38776029-6778656355852716396?l=shewhosnameisnothing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shewhosnameisnothing.blogspot.com/feeds/6778656355852716396/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38776029&amp;postID=6778656355852716396&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38776029/posts/default/6778656355852716396'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38776029/posts/default/6778656355852716396'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shewhosnameisnothing.blogspot.com/2009/07/keep-them-real.html' title='Keep them real'/><author><name>SailorWitch</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-LJ9D1M-PgSE/Tt42Qm9DPGI/AAAAAAAACQs/6UzZTxx39CM/s220/Picture%2B010.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38776029.post-6524791633981430273</id><published>2009-07-23T15:19:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-23T15:52:50.514+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Working Vacation</title><content type='html'>While  working as an Evironmental Writer, I had with me my most respected Photographer/Artist partner Yuri.  She  drives her own old car when we travel outside the City for work.  We have fun and never felt like working at all.&lt;br /&gt;Its already been five months that we have not work together so her visit to me yesterday was  a big  surprise.  She came from a seventy-minute travel from Maasim, Sarangani Province  with her brand new  car. I'm not so sure about the brand so surfing  &lt;a href="http://www.thecarconnection.com/bottomline/acura_tl_2009 "&gt; acura tl review&lt;/a&gt; will help us visualize the newest model she got.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My astonishment seems endless. In my whole life I never imagine&lt;br /&gt; owning a car.   Riding a public utility jeepney, bus, and any other transportation vehicle is enough satisfaction.  From there, I would have more chance of knowing my neighbors and other people I mingled with while mobiling publicly. But not for a few minutes yesterday while seeing  her going out from  the driver seat of her newly acquired baby. I'm aching to know more about &lt;a href="http://www.thecarconnection.com/bottomline/scion_tc_2009 keyword 4: 2010 honda"&gt;scion tc&lt;/a&gt;. I just remember reading that in a magazine with a friend in a cafe last month! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I daydream of owning that kind of vehicle too!  Driving it with my own witch like fashion attire while going back again to law school. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Look at my new car!” she told me. &lt;br /&gt;“Trouble-free. Everything is easy to use.” She added while my eyes, still glued to her car.&lt;br /&gt;“Who gave you that?” I asked her . I touched the car slowly as if I’m confirming if its real or not.&lt;br /&gt;“I bought it through net.” she answered.&lt;br /&gt; And I said “Wow, great!”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We go out together and have the car tested in Oval Plaza, just in the City proper of General Santos. We texted Gladys and Nayumi to join us in our fun driving activity   yesterday.&lt;br /&gt;When Gladys and Nayumi saw the car, obviously, they felt the same way I do.  Nayumi keeps on asking her about the a certain model of a car and so they talk about &lt;a href="http://www.thecarconnection.com/make/kia"&gt;kia reviews&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The car is easy to use.  It is affordable and satisfaction is 110 percent guaranteed!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38776029-6524791633981430273?l=shewhosnameisnothing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shewhosnameisnothing.blogspot.com/feeds/6524791633981430273/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38776029&amp;postID=6524791633981430273&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38776029/posts/default/6524791633981430273'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38776029/posts/default/6524791633981430273'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shewhosnameisnothing.blogspot.com/2009/07/working-vacation.html' title='Working Vacation'/><author><name>SailorWitch</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-LJ9D1M-PgSE/Tt42Qm9DPGI/AAAAAAAACQs/6UzZTxx39CM/s220/Picture%2B010.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38776029.post-6014928157000240282</id><published>2009-07-23T15:07:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-23T15:13:31.807+08:00</updated><title type='text'>P.S. I Love You</title><content type='html'>I read this book twice.&lt;br /&gt;The first was in Midsayap last year while doing something and the second one was  this week.  I esteemed the story  in my last reading.  I was involved!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The person who crossed my mind is my good friend Jayvee.   I remember her chaos during the time when her husband, a very good friend, go through  a serious puwedeng fatal disease.  He is better now and I truly thank God for that wonderful miracle.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the book&lt;br /&gt;Holly’s husband died.  For a time, the wife grieved her loss. What amazes me was the way her husband, even in death, helped her survived and accepted the loss. In the end, Holly live her life again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why Ireland   &lt;br /&gt;Gerry, the deceased  husband lived in Ireland. At the end of the story, in a way,  the place was featured with its simple and astonishingly nice setting! &lt;br /&gt;(Naisip ko rin na kaya pala napili ni Michael Jackson umi-stay ng two years  sa Ireland after nung kaso nya dahil sa simpleng pamumuhay dun). &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Remembering Jayvee&lt;br /&gt;I remember Jayvee because I always wonder why she’s into Ireland and Irish human beings as well.  I know the place is beautiful and the human beings too  but I WONDERRRRRR still.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Inorder to satiate my curiosity I  even tried reading books authored by Irish people like Frank  McCourt, Alice Sebold and  Cecilia Ahern.&lt;br /&gt;It was only today that I appreciated  Jayvee’s craze .&lt;br /&gt;Jayvee seems to be very influential to me.&lt;br /&gt;She brought me the koreanwave and  now the Irishwave.&lt;br /&gt;Ano pa kaya? &lt;br /&gt;Hmm…  an Irish  music and food?&lt;br /&gt;Why not…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Teka, sabog yata ang utak ko parati.&lt;br /&gt;My thoughts are not organized.&lt;br /&gt;Basta kung ano lang ang maisip yun ang isinusulat.&lt;br /&gt;Idol ko kasi si Chowder ng Cartoon Network.&lt;br /&gt;Scattered Brain! A-ha-ha! Di na bale.&lt;br /&gt;Di ko naman kelangan magpataba ng ego.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38776029-6014928157000240282?l=shewhosnameisnothing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shewhosnameisnothing.blogspot.com/feeds/6014928157000240282/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38776029&amp;postID=6014928157000240282&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38776029/posts/default/6014928157000240282'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38776029/posts/default/6014928157000240282'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shewhosnameisnothing.blogspot.com/2009/07/ps-i-love-you.html' title='P.S. I Love You'/><author><name>SailorWitch</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-LJ9D1M-PgSE/Tt42Qm9DPGI/AAAAAAAACQs/6UzZTxx39CM/s220/Picture%2B010.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38776029.post-5711158005441354589</id><published>2009-07-19T13:29:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-19T13:53:31.879+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Half Blood Prince</title><content type='html'>I was in the theater during the first day-showing of Harry Potter and the Half Blood Prince.  Take note, first day and first hour of the worldwide showing. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been hoping that General City would also consider the worldwide showing of that movie. Kasi kung hndi, namu-mublema si witchy!  Davao is a three-hour ride pa from GenSan. So ang sigurado akong mangyayari is tatawidin ko talaga ang mga bundok makapanood lang!  &lt;br /&gt;Ang babaw ko nga because I was really happy participating in that big event! Basta JK Rowling, I always consider it bIg tiMe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had with me my cellphone and have dialed my friend's number when the white-bearded Hogwart's master died in the story.  Then, they will phone me back para sabihing masama akong tao for watching alone! YeP, tama! Masama talaga because when I'm into something, I wanted to be alone! Nang-asar lang  kaya me tawag-kita-phone gimmik.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm done reading all the Harrypotter Books tapos yung pinaka-highlight para sa akin ay 'yung movie.  Kaya gagawin ko talaga lahat makapanood lang  ng first-day-first-hour! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Regarding the movie, I have no disappointments at all.  Yun nga lang, bitin ang movie but there's nothing to worry kasi bitin nga talaga iyon kahit sa book.&lt;br /&gt;It was really like that, once you are there, you would ask for more!&lt;br /&gt;But in the end, I will assure you na makukuntento kang talaga.&lt;br /&gt;Basta ako, nung natapos ko na lahat basahin, suwabe ang aking pagkabusog!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Naisip ko lang na if ever na hindi ko talaga nasubaybayan ang book, maloloka ako sa pagkabitin.  Really, I'm glad to have eaten all the book series.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So right now, 'm busy reading the books again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Siguro 'yung book seven hahatiin sa dalawang movie para lang magkasya ang buong story ng Harry Potter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;aahhh.... i can't wait!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38776029-5711158005441354589?l=shewhosnameisnothing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shewhosnameisnothing.blogspot.com/feeds/5711158005441354589/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38776029&amp;postID=5711158005441354589&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38776029/posts/default/5711158005441354589'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38776029/posts/default/5711158005441354589'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shewhosnameisnothing.blogspot.com/2009/07/half-blood-prince.html' title='The Half Blood Prince'/><author><name>SailorWitch</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-LJ9D1M-PgSE/Tt42Qm9DPGI/AAAAAAAACQs/6UzZTxx39CM/s220/Picture%2B010.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38776029.post-2871764097595023802</id><published>2009-06-28T18:04:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-10T15:59:03.230+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Thriller</title><content type='html'>Sa lahat ng JACKO music, ito 'yung pinaka-favorite ko.&lt;br /&gt;It's a short-film-like, na MTV, na medyo may pagka-odd.&lt;br /&gt;When I was a girl I used to imagine singing like him with a witchy-back-up dancers! &lt;em&gt;"yung mga witch na sexy at bloody pretipul naman"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Michael Jackson is one of the greatest.  Music nya yata yung parati kong naririnig while growing-up kaya lang at that time masyado akong loyal ke Madonna kaya medyo di ko sya napapansin. Isa lang naman ang sigurado, everytime I heard his music, nakikinig at nakiki-indak ako. Henyo nga syang talaga!&lt;br /&gt;I'm just lucky to grow up with his and Madonna's era.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="250" height="150"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/pVi7xiKtJF4&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/pVi7xiKtJF4&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="560" height="340"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38776029-2871764097595023802?l=shewhosnameisnothing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shewhosnameisnothing.blogspot.com/feeds/2871764097595023802/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38776029&amp;postID=2871764097595023802&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38776029/posts/default/2871764097595023802'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38776029/posts/default/2871764097595023802'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shewhosnameisnothing.blogspot.com/2009/06/thriller.html' title='Thriller'/><author><name>SailorWitch</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-LJ9D1M-PgSE/Tt42Qm9DPGI/AAAAAAAACQs/6UzZTxx39CM/s220/Picture%2B010.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38776029.post-6941153549935732205</id><published>2009-06-21T17:38:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-21T17:45:06.180+08:00</updated><title type='text'>i'm just a little girl</title><content type='html'>My room is filled with her music  almost everyday!&lt;br /&gt;Ayyy!!!!  Napapalipad din ako, huh!&lt;br /&gt;I truly enjoyed the show.&lt;br /&gt;You know, if I'm going to describe my self in a song, ito na yun. Enchanted!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/EC76b0VZQog&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/EC76b0VZQog&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38776029-6941153549935732205?l=shewhosnameisnothing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shewhosnameisnothing.blogspot.com/feeds/6941153549935732205/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38776029&amp;postID=6941153549935732205&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38776029/posts/default/6941153549935732205'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38776029/posts/default/6941153549935732205'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shewhosnameisnothing.blogspot.com/2009/06/show.html' title='i&apos;m just a little girl'/><author><name>SailorWitch</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-LJ9D1M-PgSE/Tt42Qm9DPGI/AAAAAAAACQs/6UzZTxx39CM/s220/Picture%2B010.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38776029.post-91261433747919368</id><published>2009-06-21T16:12:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-21T16:56:18.042+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Reading Lolita in Tehran</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9HnSCKZ12xw/Sj3sW4M8qlI/AAAAAAAAB_o/nCcCKvYHH6s/s1600-h/180px-ReadingLolitainTehran.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5349691810173987410" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 131px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9HnSCKZ12xw/Sj3sW4M8qlI/AAAAAAAAB_o/nCcCKvYHH6s/s200/180px-ReadingLolitainTehran.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; It was last year when I met my iranian client named Farley. In my months of working with her in Manganes Extraction Project, we've always talked about iranian writers who usually wrote their hardship during the revolution in the 90's.  She gave me the book entitled PRISONER IN TEHRAN. I'm not sure about sharing that in my blog  but this is about the experience of a sixteen year old girl named Marina Nemat who was arrested on false charges by Iranian Revolutionary Guards and tortured in Tehran’s notorious Evin prison. The book will teach us more about an extra-ordinary faith when facing evil.&lt;br /&gt;Personally, I can't even imagine how to survive in the Evin Prison when all I can hear were pain, death, injustice.&lt;br /&gt;Basta naramdaman ko na lang that I finished the book in one reading. I can not comprehend why on earth there are people who ruled their country like that. Kaya nga siguro kahit papano we are lucky for enjoying TOO much democracy. Hahaha. Iniiwasan ko na ang  mag comment politically wala rin kasing patutunguhan. Ipinagdarasal ko na lang ang bayan natin na sana mapalayo sa mga demonyo. Kawawa naman tayong mga anghel.&lt;br /&gt;~Going back to my real issue ~&lt;br /&gt;Right now, I just purchased this book "Reading Lolita in Tehran".&lt;br /&gt; &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I've  seen the glimpse of this kanina in CNN while they're were featuring the Election fallout in that country. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nagbakasakaling available sa bookstore at napangiti naman ako na nandun ang libro.&lt;br /&gt;Aba, mas updated pa yata ako sa nangyayari ke Iran kesa ke Pinas. Tayong mga Pilipino hindi naman ganun ka-barbaric. Hindi yata natin kayang pagbaril-barilin yung mga nagra-rally. Pero sila ... grabe! I have not started reading the book yet but for sure I will in time na matapos ko na.&lt;br /&gt;The last time I heard about Farley eh last year din.  She was pregnant! I hope they are all fine.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38776029-91261433747919368?l=shewhosnameisnothing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shewhosnameisnothing.blogspot.com/feeds/91261433747919368/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38776029&amp;postID=91261433747919368&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38776029/posts/default/91261433747919368'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38776029/posts/default/91261433747919368'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shewhosnameisnothing.blogspot.com/2009/06/reading-lolita-in-tehran.html' title='Reading Lolita in Tehran'/><author><name>SailorWitch</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-LJ9D1M-PgSE/Tt42Qm9DPGI/AAAAAAAACQs/6UzZTxx39CM/s220/Picture%2B010.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9HnSCKZ12xw/Sj3sW4M8qlI/AAAAAAAAB_o/nCcCKvYHH6s/s72-c/180px-ReadingLolitainTehran.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38776029.post-3698555425331701320</id><published>2009-06-21T16:04:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-21T16:49:16.767+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I'd like to say sorry ke Connie Myfriend kasi the last time na she was waiting for me online , nagbrown-out !  Kaya tuloy, medyo nagtatampo ang babaeng iyun sa akin.  I've read all ur offlime messages Connie. heer up... cheer up... I'm still here. Don't worry.  Our friendship will last di ito katulad ng sa inyo ni  Mommy Arcel. I won't let u down.  I'm a friend 'till the end Conniebaby!  kissessss......&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38776029-3698555425331701320?l=shewhosnameisnothing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shewhosnameisnothing.blogspot.com/feeds/3698555425331701320/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38776029&amp;postID=3698555425331701320&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38776029/posts/default/3698555425331701320'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38776029/posts/default/3698555425331701320'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shewhosnameisnothing.blogspot.com/2009/06/id-like-to-say-sorry-ke-connie-myfriend.html' title=''/><author><name>SailorWitch</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-LJ9D1M-PgSE/Tt42Qm9DPGI/AAAAAAAACQs/6UzZTxx39CM/s220/Picture%2B010.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38776029.post-3565616029423417908</id><published>2009-06-17T16:00:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-17T16:08:59.029+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Andyeego  Lexus P. Mendoza</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;The name was inspired by Lex Luther of Smallville. He is the villain in the story. I love the mystery in him tapos hindi ko pa ma-define -define kung ano talaga ang laman ng utak nya. Kung susuriin mo, para bang ang lalim na di mo kayang wariin! That is why he got me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Andee from Andy Garcia. His memory is set in a special place in my heart. Kelangan na talagang ma-visualize sa sarili kong buhay. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38776029-3565616029423417908?l=shewhosnameisnothing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shewhosnameisnothing.blogspot.com/feeds/3565616029423417908/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38776029&amp;postID=3565616029423417908&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38776029/posts/default/3565616029423417908'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38776029/posts/default/3565616029423417908'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shewhosnameisnothing.blogspot.com/2009/06/andyego-lexus-p-mendoza.html' title='Andyeego  Lexus P. Mendoza'/><author><name>SailorWitch</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-LJ9D1M-PgSE/Tt42Qm9DPGI/AAAAAAAACQs/6UzZTxx39CM/s220/Picture%2B010.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38776029.post-576937411609472133</id><published>2009-06-17T15:31:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-21T16:03:58.466+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Lana Inyeego  P. Mendoza</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9HnSCKZ12xw/Sjim5tHdq0I/AAAAAAAAB_g/DkyqenrhyHE/s1600-h/kristin.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5348208067796118338" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 100px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 100px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9HnSCKZ12xw/Sjim5tHdq0I/AAAAAAAAB_g/DkyqenrhyHE/s200/kristin.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;If I'll get pregnant with a baby girl, her name would be Lanaa Inyeega P. Mendoza. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I was calling my husband yesterday about this. He was all laughing with the idea. I'm not getting any younger na. Bien hates it when I baby treat him. He will always remind me na binata na sya whewn we are in school. At kapag pinagpapawisan, di na amoy baby.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I also realized how sad it is having a small family. I've seen it in my husband's mother.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;She's all alone now. She only have two sons. Both have their own family. Patay na rin kasi ang father ni Hubby. Kaya nga , we give effort to spend our special holidays with her in Davao.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Iba na rin kasi yung me kapatid si Bien. Para naman pag nawala na kami ng tatay nya meron syang kapatid na matatakbuhan o matutulungan.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Can't you see? Me senyales na that I'm getting old. Nagiging dramatic ang bruha. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Wahhhh!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Fine!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Ito na 'yung real reason why I wanna have kids.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Overwhelmed pa kasi ako sa TV series na Smallville.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Masyado kong mahal si Lex kaya dapat me significant remembrance sya sa life ko.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Maganda naman si Lana Lang at type ko yung episode kung saan siya ay na-possessed ng witch kaya medyo naging witchy ang fashion nya. Higit sa lahat, masyado kong nagustuhan ang motiff ng kasal nila ni Lex. Favorite flower at color ko pa ang ginamit.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Hehehehe&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;"ganyan lang talaga ako kababaw mga mare."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Lana&lt;/strong&gt; (from Kristin Kreuk's character in Smallville)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Inyeego&lt;/strong&gt;- (from the indigo color family which includes lavander, violet, purple)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Panu kung boylet?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Pinag -iisipan ko pa. pero syempre dapat andun ang pangalang lex luther.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Suggestion is open!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38776029-576937411609472133?l=shewhosnameisnothing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shewhosnameisnothing.blogspot.com/feeds/576937411609472133/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38776029&amp;postID=576937411609472133&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38776029/posts/default/576937411609472133'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38776029/posts/default/576937411609472133'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shewhosnameisnothing.blogspot.com/2009/06/lana-inyeega-p-mendoza.html' title='Lana Inyeego  P. Mendoza'/><author><name>SailorWitch</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-LJ9D1M-PgSE/Tt42Qm9DPGI/AAAAAAAACQs/6UzZTxx39CM/s220/Picture%2B010.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9HnSCKZ12xw/Sjim5tHdq0I/AAAAAAAAB_g/DkyqenrhyHE/s72-c/kristin.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38776029.post-2461612663717507130</id><published>2009-06-17T15:01:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-17T15:25:30.323+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='dramatic'/><title type='text'>Going home</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;When I saw my Mom and Lola getting inside the airport, that was when my tears really started to fall. I missed her. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Her stay with us lasted for 4 months but it always feels like forever.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;My connection with my Lola is so strong. She loves everything I like. She told me that my genes were from her 100 percent. And yeah, I agree. We both love witchcrafty and The Buzz!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;After three hours of travelling back to Manila with my Mom. Lola then texted me. She wrote: "I will never forget you until I live."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I cried again. I almost felt her wind touching me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Si Lola talaga.....&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&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38776029-2461612663717507130?l=shewhosnameisnothing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shewhosnameisnothing.blogspot.com/feeds/2461612663717507130/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38776029&amp;postID=2461612663717507130&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38776029/posts/default/2461612663717507130'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38776029/posts/default/2461612663717507130'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shewhosnameisnothing.blogspot.com/2009/06/going-home.html' title='Going home'/><author><name>SailorWitch</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-LJ9D1M-PgSE/Tt42Qm9DPGI/AAAAAAAACQs/6UzZTxx39CM/s220/Picture%2B010.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38776029.post-4064062746382362214</id><published>2009-06-17T14:58:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-17T15:01:05.756+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Haiko</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Face marked with smile&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Cold like an eering ice cubes&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Oh, soft tears, hard life&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38776029-4064062746382362214?l=shewhosnameisnothing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shewhosnameisnothing.blogspot.com/feeds/4064062746382362214/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38776029&amp;postID=4064062746382362214&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38776029/posts/default/4064062746382362214'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38776029/posts/default/4064062746382362214'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shewhosnameisnothing.blogspot.com/2009/06/haiko.html' title='Haiko'/><author><name>SailorWitch</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-LJ9D1M-PgSE/Tt42Qm9DPGI/AAAAAAAACQs/6UzZTxx39CM/s220/Picture%2B010.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38776029.post-1817570135578202</id><published>2009-06-14T15:07:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-14T15:13:00.129+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='kademonyuhan'/><title type='text'>lex</title><content type='html'>Kakapanood ko ng Smallville, nainlove na ako ng tulayan ke Lex Luther.&lt;br /&gt;Mabait naman sya dito at para sa akin isa syang loveable na tao.&lt;br /&gt;Yung the way sya magmahal, gusto ko ng ganun. Tahimik, mysterious at medyo psycho.&lt;br /&gt;Katulad nya kasi ako, di ko maintindihan kung talaga bang isa akong mabuting tao o pakitang-tao lang.&lt;br /&gt;Hehehehe... joke lang po.&lt;br /&gt;Hayaan nyo, one of these days, magpo-post na rin ako ng kahit papano'y merong ka-sense sense na topic.  For sure, lahat ay tungkol ke Lex.&lt;br /&gt;I'm Over with Andy Garcia.&lt;br /&gt;Si lex na ang kapalit.&lt;br /&gt;Basta until now, naiisip-isip ko pa ang lalaking yun.&lt;br /&gt;Hayzzz...&lt;br /&gt;Sarap naman.... &lt;em&gt;(laswa!)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38776029-1817570135578202?l=shewhosnameisnothing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shewhosnameisnothing.blogspot.com/feeds/1817570135578202/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38776029&amp;postID=1817570135578202&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38776029/posts/default/1817570135578202'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38776029/posts/default/1817570135578202'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shewhosnameisnothing.blogspot.com/2009/06/lex.html' title='lex'/><author><name>SailorWitch</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-LJ9D1M-PgSE/Tt42Qm9DPGI/AAAAAAAACQs/6UzZTxx39CM/s220/Picture%2B010.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38776029.post-821850591397275018</id><published>2009-06-14T14:06:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-22T21:11:48.697+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ads'/><title type='text'>Ann Brook, the caring psychic</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Most of my friends adore my talent in &lt;a href="http://caringpsychic.com/"&gt;love psyhic reading&lt;/a&gt;. In fact our friendship started every time I would asked to read their palm and tell them things I know they would love to hear. Bitchy? Yeah... in a way. But there are feelings within me that pushes me to tell those words to them. I even wonder because most of it really happens. Its been like that for years until I have mastered it. Card reading and &lt;a href="http://caringpsychic.com/"&gt;tarrot reading &lt;/a&gt;were one of the things I do that truly makes my friends, family and closest relative wonder as to where  that talent came from.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;It started during highschool were I predicted most of the students who would end up together and as to who are not meant to be. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I was known as the &lt;a href="http://caringpsychic.com/"&gt;love fortune teller &lt;/a&gt;in our campus. For the whole time in highschool I have not enjoyed my own lovelife. I was just busy forecasting  for those  around me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;But in a way, that talent became so helpful to me in terms of gaining friends. They find it easy to be with me and most of the friendship I've got were brilliantly genuine.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;In college, I've lessen doing those things. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I was even pre-occupied doing some other things most  teenagers do.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;But just today, I have the urge to do the witchy stuff again.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;This talent I learned from the psychic book I  read and I'm positive to learn more from Ann Brook.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;input id="gwProxy" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;!--Session data--&gt;&lt;input onclick="jsCall();" id="jsProxy" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;div id="refHTML"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38776029-821850591397275018?l=shewhosnameisnothing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shewhosnameisnothing.blogspot.com/feeds/821850591397275018/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38776029&amp;postID=821850591397275018&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38776029/posts/default/821850591397275018'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38776029/posts/default/821850591397275018'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shewhosnameisnothing.blogspot.com/2009/06/witchyteller.html' title='Ann Brook, the caring psychic'/><author><name>SailorWitch</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-LJ9D1M-PgSE/Tt42Qm9DPGI/AAAAAAAACQs/6UzZTxx39CM/s220/Picture%2B010.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38776029.post-658399527735129033</id><published>2009-06-14T13:36:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-14T15:19:57.462+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Vaseline</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Bien was busy looking for his classmates and friends from grade 1 in his new grade 2 room. He was a little sad knowing that most of his closest friends were no longer his classmate. Other closed friends like Dominick and Jhoncooooolark moved residency. They have been together since kinder 1 so the feeling naman talaga is quite normal . It just amused me finding their friendship so pure.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This week, Bien's shool is busy screening those students who would fill the fast learner section in every grader. During my visit last Friday, his teaher told me about Bien asking him some question kung bakit 'yung isang classmate nya nung grade one na-remain pa rin sa fast learner section.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;The teacher was so friendly relaying to me the story na nakatulong naman upang di ko maramdaman yung kaunting hiya sa kaprangkahan ni Bien.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;It started when 4 of his classmates were crying kasi ililipat na sa ibang section. Bien tried to comfort them until he stand-up from his chair and asked some questions sa teacher.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#f4f4f4;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#f4f4f4;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Bien: Teacher, I have a question.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#f4f4f4;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Teacher: Yes?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Bien: Bakit si PeXXX still in this section?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Teaher: (first reaction daw nya ay naka-smile) Because he knows how to read already.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Bien: Really?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;He goes infront the whyteboard. Wrote the word VASELINE (Siguro kasi yun ang shampoo nya)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Bien: PeXXXXX You read this please.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Teacher: PeXXXX Bien is challenging you to read the word.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;PeXXXX: Stands up sabay kamot sa ulo ulo nito. Then, he reads in syllable VA-SE-LI-NE.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Bien smiled.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Bien: Nahh... I told you teacher. He reads like a robot. Fast learners reads like this: VaSEline!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Some other classmates also raised their hands and read like Bien. Tapos sinabi nila ke teacher na pang fast learner din sila because thay can read fluently.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Actually nung naikwento na sa akin ni Teacher ito, quite lang ako. Walang reaction. It gives me a moment na pag-isipan kung yumayabang na ba ang personality ni Bien.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Yung kaprangkahan kasi nya, I no longer find it cute.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#f4f4f4;"&gt;who would remain in the fast learner section. Some were already eliminated and transfered in other sections. and &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38776029-658399527735129033?l=shewhosnameisnothing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shewhosnameisnothing.blogspot.com/feeds/658399527735129033/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38776029&amp;postID=658399527735129033&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38776029/posts/default/658399527735129033'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38776029/posts/default/658399527735129033'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shewhosnameisnothing.blogspot.com/2009/06/vaseline.html' title='Vaseline'/><author><name>SailorWitch</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-LJ9D1M-PgSE/Tt42Qm9DPGI/AAAAAAAACQs/6UzZTxx39CM/s220/Picture%2B010.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38776029.post-6212984224162614376</id><published>2009-05-21T15:48:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-21T15:57:10.996+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I'm actually thinking of unsubscribing my internet connection for a while until i will have new clients again.  This is a part of my cost-cutting strategy.  It's just that my son is too connected with  the internet.  He said he can not afford to sign off.  Whoaa... cute!!!  "yun lang ang sad part. But the rest is okey lang naman. Wala eh, positibo kasi akong tao kaya doon ako mag-i-istick sa mas tamang gawin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is more practical if the payment intented for smartbro will realign in to bookbuying.&lt;br /&gt;So maybe next month, padalaw-dalaw na lang muna ako dito.&lt;br /&gt;I hope you would still find time to visit my house.&lt;br /&gt;So long!!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38776029-6212984224162614376?l=shewhosnameisnothing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shewhosnameisnothing.blogspot.com/feeds/6212984224162614376/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38776029&amp;postID=6212984224162614376&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38776029/posts/default/6212984224162614376'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38776029/posts/default/6212984224162614376'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shewhosnameisnothing.blogspot.com/2009/05/im-actually-thinking-of-unsubscribing.html' title=''/><author><name>SailorWitch</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-LJ9D1M-PgSE/Tt42Qm9DPGI/AAAAAAAACQs/6UzZTxx39CM/s220/Picture%2B010.jpg'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38776029.post-2146796069445121768</id><published>2009-05-19T13:27:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-19T13:32:01.458+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='GRATITYUD'/><title type='text'>tHANKS mOM</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9HnSCKZ12xw/ShJELJXzOZI/AAAAAAAAB_Y/mxO-4bpSuxM/s1600-h/MONEY.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 135px; height: 111px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9HnSCKZ12xw/ShJELJXzOZI/AAAAAAAAB_Y/mxO-4bpSuxM/s200/MONEY.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5337403466672454034" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:180%;" &gt;T&lt;/span&gt;HANK YOU KE  MAMA VICKY FOR THE MONEY SHE GAVE ME.&lt;br /&gt;HAYZ MAMA, I JUST COMPLETED THE BOOK SERIES I'M DYING TO BUY.&lt;br /&gt;ISANG MILYUNG &lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;THANKS &lt;/span&gt;YOU TALAGA!&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/38776029-2146796069445121768?l=shewhosnameisnothing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shewhosnameisnothing.blogspot.com/feeds/2146796069445121768/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38776029&amp;postID=2146796069445121768&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38776029/posts/default/2146796069445121768'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38776029/posts/default/2146796069445121768'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shewhosnameisnothing.blogspot.com/2009/05/thanks-mom.html' title='tHANKS mOM'/><author><name>SailorWitch</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-LJ9D1M-PgSE/Tt42Qm9DPGI/AAAAAAAACQs/6UzZTxx39CM/s220/Picture%2B010.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9HnSCKZ12xw/ShJELJXzOZI/AAAAAAAAB_Y/mxO-4bpSuxM/s72-c/MONEY.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38776029.post-6357417332562420068</id><published>2009-05-19T12:52:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-14T14:41:46.403+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Watching TV</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;2009&lt;/span&gt; is probably not my busy year! Since the beginning of summer I just spend my time reading books authored by my favorite filipino writers and from Ken Follet's novels. Sometimes when my eyes get tired, I go watching old movies and cable channels.&lt;br /&gt;It feels good to be at home most of the time. Spending more moments with your growing kid and doing nothing together.&lt;br /&gt;My husband loves it when I'm just home and I had this feeling that he likes it more when I'm not busy working. But the thing is, even at home, I can't help but get my self busy. In a way, I can say that I'm such a hyperactive mommy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just this morning, Ervien sent me some text messages telling me to visit the website about &lt;a style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold" href="http://www.directsattv.com/directv/packages.html"&gt;Direct TV&lt;/a&gt; and so I complied and after reading the content I was a bit interested.&lt;br /&gt;I'm still thinking of subscribing it and I'm actually excited having the &lt;a href="http://www.directsattv.com/directv/comparecable.html"&gt;Direct TV Service &lt;/a&gt;right  inside my home!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;Come to think of it,Bien will be getting besthead start for his favorite playhouse disney channels. Hundred of channels to pick up for his imagination and learning skills important to childhood development everyday.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;It surely offers a collection of an award-winning programs and learning based activity segments to engage and stimulate the imagination of my son's young mind and also mine as well!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.directsattv.com/directv/packages.html"&gt;Direct TV System&lt;/a&gt; will help me choose channels to watch that would help my son as he grows up and learn everyday. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38776029-6357417332562420068?l=shewhosnameisnothing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shewhosnameisnothing.blogspot.com/feeds/6357417332562420068/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38776029&amp;postID=6357417332562420068&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38776029/posts/default/6357417332562420068'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38776029/posts/default/6357417332562420068'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shewhosnameisnothing.blogspot.com/2009/05/watching-tv.html' title='Watching TV'/><author><name>SailorWitch</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-LJ9D1M-PgSE/Tt42Qm9DPGI/AAAAAAAACQs/6UzZTxx39CM/s220/Picture%2B010.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38776029.post-6501166816205966332</id><published>2009-04-20T20:38:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-20T21:28:17.988+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='beerthoughts'/><title type='text'>My birthday</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Geeekk!&lt;br /&gt;Birthday ko na bukas. Maghahanda ang nanay ko para sa akin. Si Papa Andrew naman me ibinigay na advance gift to me nung sunday pa. It's a titanium bracelet.  Gamut daw ito. Sinisipsip ng bracelet na ito yung mga sakit-sakit sa katawan na nararamdaman ko.  Meron sina Mom and Papa noon. Years na rin nila itong sinusuot and according to them napaka-effective naman.&lt;br /&gt;At sa tuwing nakikita ko ang mommy, lola at ngayon ako na isinusuot ang titanium bracelet na bigay ni papa, natutuwa ako ng husto.  Cute lang kasing tingnan na ang lahat ng bidang babae sa buhay nya ay me tatak na bracelet from him!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;dalawang taon ko na ring naging ritual na kapag bday ko, hindi ako gagastos ng pera. Wala lang, sariling pamahiin ko lang naman  na mas lalong lalago ang bulsa ko kapag ginagawa ko ang ritual na 'to.  So far naman, ang pamilya at mga malalapit kong kaibigan ang gumagastos.  Sarap no? I feel so important!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tapos ngayon habang pinipindot-pindot ko ang keyboard na ito, biglang tumawag si Gladys.  She is inviting me for a boracay mix party bukas ng gabi.  Birthday ko daw kasi kaya maghahanda sila.  Me duda akong mag-iinuman kami bukas ng gabi. Sayang wala si Daddy Ervs. Busy. Nasa ibayong bundok.  Nakakamiss tuloy. But for sure I will be having an enormous day bukas. Yun naman ang dapat.  Make way to be happy! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On my birthday, 31 na ko!  Nine more years pa para magpasexy ng katulad ni Beyonce. Ayuko naman yung payat. Baluptos lang.... mas in yata yun.  Hehehehe... nangangarap lang namang maging fabulous at 40! Wala namang masama dun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Siyanga pala, I'm not really a fan of Kris Aquino pero kanina habang nakikipila ako sa grocery ng KCC upang bayaran ko ang binili kong quakeroats, nakita ko ang magazine ni Kris Aquino. Out na pala sa market 'yung newest issue niya.  Binili ko kasi dun sa nakasulat na topic about "Ukay going glam"&lt;br /&gt;Na-curious lang, kasi ifi-nityur ni Kris yung tungkol sa ukay-ukay.&lt;br /&gt;Naka-relate ako, kasi maarte nga akong tao pero di ako bumibili ng morethan 100 pesos na damit. Di ko pa nababasa ang magazine but for sure I'm going to enjoy it.&lt;br /&gt;Naalala ko tuloy si Jei.&lt;br /&gt;Sya kasi yung talagang nagpu-purchase nga magazine ni Kris.  Nakigaya uli ako.  Hehehehe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38776029-6501166816205966332?l=shewhosnameisnothing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shewhosnameisnothing.blogspot.com/feeds/6501166816205966332/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38776029&amp;postID=6501166816205966332&amp;isPopup=true' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38776029/posts/default/6501166816205966332'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38776029/posts/default/6501166816205966332'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shewhosnameisnothing.blogspot.com/2009/04/my-birthday.html' title='My birthday'/><author><name>SailorWitch</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-LJ9D1M-PgSE/Tt42Qm9DPGI/AAAAAAAACQs/6UzZTxx39CM/s220/Picture%2B010.jpg'/></author><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38776029.post-7480375353477086477</id><published>2009-04-18T22:57:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-18T22:58:53.190+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='friendship talks'/><title type='text'>Elvie and Chona Baby</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;I had a good time connecting with my old friends and officemates&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;just today.&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;Chona who is still employed in that agency and my other friend Elvie who is currently working in &lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:country-region st="on"&gt;Singapore&lt;/st1:country-region&gt;&lt;/st1:place&gt;.&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;&lt;b style=""&gt;First Meeting with Chona.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;We are&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;in our twenties and still single when we started working together.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;I remember Chona wearing her suit on my first day of&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;work.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;She was in a red mini-skirt with a white tops roofed &lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;with a red blazer which made her look like an executive.&lt;/p&gt;      &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;I was really thinking that she was my boss next to the Project Director&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Ma’am Venus Bermudo.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;That was why she made me so confused when she asked me kung nasaan nakalagay ang mga brooms ng opisina.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I was new then so I told her honestly that I didn’t know.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Kinabahan ako ng todong-todo.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I keep on blaming my self for being so insensitive sa needs ng boss ko, only to find out na pareho lang pala kaming bago sa office noon.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Upon knowing it, I was laughing so hard alone inside the comfort room. I can’t believed na na-loko ako sa porma ng babaeng yun!&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;Years passed by, we became not only a working mate but a friend as well. She married our office-mate Tonio. The &lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;couple were popular at that time. &lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;They made our mornings, afternoons and evenings complete! &lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Inaabangan namin ang bawat scoop ng mag-asawang ito. &lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;They give us &lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;so much joys and laughter.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;She didn’t know kasi that in her own ways, she can make us smile and laughed so badly.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;Tonio and Chona was really a pair that I can’t forget.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;My everyday is full of funny moments with her.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I might have forgotten the exact scenarios but whenever I see her, I could still remember the pleasure it bears in my heart. &lt;/p&gt;      &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;&lt;b style=""&gt;Fun with Elvie&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;She was a Dindi Gallardo look-a-like.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;Carefree and flamboyant.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;She was actually working with my mother-in-law in the other division where our office was connected.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Maybe at that time, she was hearing something not so good about me, obviously, since me and my mom-in-law were still in the process of acceptance.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;These were just but a typical mom and daughter in-law scenario. The good thing is all were tolerable right now.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;What I remember about Elvie is that she is always loud.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;Kahit saan sya ilagay, napakaingay nya.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;Pero, sobrang galing ng PR nya.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;She can make you love her.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;Kahit na yung mga Boss namin finds her amusing.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;She got talent!&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;She is a terrific dancer.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;A singer as well.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;She sings even better that Susan Boyle.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;I am thinking nga right now, na kapag sumali lang yang si Elvie sa Survivor ng GMA, she will make it. Talented kasi sya. Walang sinabi si Ai ai de las Alas kung si Elvie lang man ang magpapatawa.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;Ngayon nga that we were in a conference chatting, sobrang happy&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;at tawa lang kami ng tawa.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Paano pa kaya kung bibigyan si Elvie ng break sa showbiz?&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;She will make it.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;I am sure of that.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38776029-7480375353477086477?l=shewhosnameisnothing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shewhosnameisnothing.blogspot.com/feeds/7480375353477086477/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38776029&amp;postID=7480375353477086477&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38776029/posts/default/7480375353477086477'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38776029/posts/default/7480375353477086477'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shewhosnameisnothing.blogspot.com/2009/04/elvie-and-chona-baby.html' title='Elvie and Chona Baby'/><author><name>SailorWitch</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-LJ9D1M-PgSE/Tt42Qm9DPGI/AAAAAAAACQs/6UzZTxx39CM/s220/Picture%2B010.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38776029.post-1447329015376744761</id><published>2009-04-18T07:09:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-18T07:55:18.281+08:00</updated><title type='text'>footsteps on the ground</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9HnSCKZ12xw/SekRCf4gRVI/AAAAAAAAB_Q/CC6w8cz6yNU/s1600-h/angeles+049.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9HnSCKZ12xw/SekRCf4gRVI/AAAAAAAAB_Q/CC6w8cz6yNU/s200/angeles+049.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5325806768958227794" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9HnSCKZ12xw/SekPh_HzquI/AAAAAAAAB_I/Qv9TjZKErbE/s1600-h/angeles+027.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9HnSCKZ12xw/SekPh_HzquI/AAAAAAAAB_I/Qv9TjZKErbE/s200/angeles+027.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5325805110896601826" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was delighted to be able to do the whole hiking in less than four hours with my Lola and still able to catch her smiles, the more she became alive and energetic.  Regardless of what emtions life might be holding in reserve for her this year, she always found this experience happy to bear.  She would always tell all my friends about her Mt. Apo trip when they visit me home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We were dancing actually in that mountain to dutifully perform the rituals and dances she had taught me, but what I can see in her eyes is the yearning to be out in the world, to see a little nature.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was an overcast and the clouds were very low but the physical exercise and the whiskey helped fend off the cold.    The path was a little narrow for us to walk along side by side so I went ahead, my Lola followed, mom was in our back and Gina was busy taking pictures.  It was hard to talk in these circumtances but we always do and even laughed together at times because my Mom really is a funny person. She can easily makes you laugh, that way we enjoy the nature around us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She was gazing with a childlike fascination at the landscape.  It was indeed a God's signature.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This was the moment were I felt like using all my senses.  The path we were walking suddenly felt wider and all my senses were working.   Then Lola murmured something to me. My heart was afraid. As I looked up the sky, I realised that this woman is important to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Love-love,Ikaw ay laging magpakababa. Yumapak ka lagi sa lupa sapagkat diyan tayo nagsimula at diyan din tayo papunta."  Lola told me. &lt;br /&gt;It feels like as if the whole nature is seeping my soul.  She began stroking my hair and prayed for me silently.  Various thoughts flashed my mind.  I no longer felt the cold then at last my Lola hugs me.&lt;br /&gt;"Lola"&lt;br /&gt;"Bakit, Ineng?"&lt;br /&gt;"Mayabang ba ako?"&lt;br /&gt;"Aba, Oo naman. Lahat ng tao ay me kayabangan. Kaya nga ang dasal ko ay lagi mong alalahanan na yumapak sa lupa."&lt;br /&gt;I smiled to her and kissed her in her forehead.&lt;br /&gt;I was such a good follower but it confuses me actually.&lt;br /&gt;I told my mom about my feelings and she told me that I will get more confused if I still refused to believe na me kayabangan ako.  I must believed that naturedly mayabang ako and in that way I can always keep my feet on the ground.&lt;br /&gt;I tried and I realised that Lola is right.  Kaya pala, literally, kaming lahat habang naglalakad ay di gumamit ng tsinelas. Kami ay nagpakababa at umapak sa lupa. &lt;br /&gt;Being humble is morethan that, I would still have to learn it as long as I live.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38776029-1447329015376744761?l=shewhosnameisnothing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shewhosnameisnothing.blogspot.com/feeds/1447329015376744761/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38776029&amp;postID=1447329015376744761&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38776029/posts/default/1447329015376744761'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38776029/posts/default/1447329015376744761'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shewhosnameisnothing.blogspot.com/2009/04/firefly-lola.html' title='footsteps on the ground'/><author><name>SailorWitch</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-LJ9D1M-PgSE/Tt42Qm9DPGI/AAAAAAAACQs/6UzZTxx39CM/s220/Picture%2B010.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9HnSCKZ12xw/SekRCf4gRVI/AAAAAAAAB_Q/CC6w8cz6yNU/s72-c/angeles+049.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38776029.post-4500709090978939885</id><published>2009-04-17T09:59:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-17T20:17:52.178+08:00</updated><title type='text'>sailormoon moves</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9HnSCKZ12xw/Sehgxeon-eI/AAAAAAAAB_A/xKvNrwyYe5Q/s1600-h/angeles+152.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9HnSCKZ12xw/Sehgxeon-eI/AAAAAAAAB_A/xKvNrwyYe5Q/s200/angeles+152.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5325612962518923746" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Sailoormoon dance with Gina.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9HnSCKZ12xw/Sehf81Xj7SI/AAAAAAAAB-4/9ukMZHJ8O7Y/s1600-h/angeles+076.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9HnSCKZ12xw/Sehf81Xj7SI/AAAAAAAAB-4/9ukMZHJ8O7Y/s200/angeles+076.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5325612058088303906" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9HnSCKZ12xw/SehUiKw016I/AAAAAAAAB-o/XSqx6nLzEYY/s1600-h/angeles+072.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 186px; height: 150px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9HnSCKZ12xw/SehUiKw016I/AAAAAAAAB-o/XSqx6nLzEYY/s200/angeles+072.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5325599505347041186" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9HnSCKZ12xw/SehUiKw016I/AAAAAAAAB-o/XSqx6nLzEYY/s1600-h/angeles+072.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&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/38776029-4500709090978939885?l=shewhosnameisnothing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shewhosnameisnothing.blogspot.com/feeds/4500709090978939885/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38776029&amp;postID=4500709090978939885&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38776029/posts/default/4500709090978939885'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38776029/posts/default/4500709090978939885'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shewhosnameisnothing.blogspot.com/2009/04/sailormoon-moves.html' title='sailormoon moves'/><author><name>SailorWitch</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-LJ9D1M-PgSE/Tt42Qm9DPGI/AAAAAAAACQs/6UzZTxx39CM/s220/Picture%2B010.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9HnSCKZ12xw/Sehgxeon-eI/AAAAAAAAB_A/xKvNrwyYe5Q/s72-c/angeles+152.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38776029.post-4518250045823272564</id><published>2009-04-17T09:59:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-17T10:35:25.431+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='MOMents with Lola'/><title type='text'>Lola Sings</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9HnSCKZ12xw/Sefp-QWQBCI/AAAAAAAAB-g/mismzJNeLqg/s1600-h/lola+sings.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 125px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9HnSCKZ12xw/Sefp-QWQBCI/AAAAAAAAB-g/mismzJNeLqg/s200/lola+sings.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5325482340138353698" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;Lola shared to my father how she had dream to reach the &lt;st1:placename st="on"&gt;Holy&lt;/st1:placename&gt; &lt;st1:placetype st="on"&gt;Mountain&lt;/st1:placetype&gt; as she &lt;st1:placename st="on"&gt;calls&lt;/st1:placename&gt; &lt;st1:placetype st="on"&gt;Mt.&lt;/st1:placetype&gt; &lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;Apo&lt;/st1:place&gt;. &lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Strongly, she believes that God will hear her more when praying on that highest &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;tops&lt;/span&gt;  in our country.&lt;span style=""&gt;    &lt;/span&gt;The holy week made her dream came true. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;And oh, my…….. &lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;she actually sings when she is happy!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;Lola &lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;is in the bliss during our travel.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;The emotion is so much visible in her face.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;In fact very contagious that even us felt the aura!&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;While she&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;sings, the kids attentively listens to her.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I was thinking that somehow I am so like my Lola.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;I also sings when happy. Kahit na nasa mall pa ako o kaya nasa jeep with matching dancing pa yan.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Kaya nga ako parating nakukurot ng nanay ko nung kadalagahan ko pa but now it’s my husband who would just smile when I do that thing.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Ay… siguro nakyu-kyutan din si Daddy Ervs  &lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;/span&gt;like how I  find Lola very pretty singing in joy while we are mobiling!&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;My cellphone rings ( as rin ringing tune na kring….. kringggg….)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;It's a message from my Mother who at that time sits beside Lola.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;She texted me na “&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;alam mo na kung saan ka nagmana?”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;I smiled and looked at her habang si Lola ay nag-si-sing pa rin.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;And so I replied….&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center; font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;“Bakit di mo kinukurot?”&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;“Bruha, ikaw kaya ang kurutin ko?”&lt;/span&gt; replied by Mom thru text pa rin.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;And while reading it, pinigilan ko talagang tumawa kasi baka isipin ni Lola na mina-mock ko sya.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38776029-4518250045823272564?l=shewhosnameisnothing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shewhosnameisnothing.blogspot.com/feeds/4518250045823272564/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38776029&amp;postID=4518250045823272564&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38776029/posts/default/4518250045823272564'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38776029/posts/default/4518250045823272564'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shewhosnameisnothing.blogspot.com/2009/04/lola-sings.html' title='Lola Sings'/><author><name>SailorWitch</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-LJ9D1M-PgSE/Tt42Qm9DPGI/AAAAAAAACQs/6UzZTxx39CM/s220/Picture%2B010.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9HnSCKZ12xw/Sefp-QWQBCI/AAAAAAAAB-g/mismzJNeLqg/s72-c/lola+sings.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38776029.post-5899071731806591619</id><published>2009-04-16T05:49:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-16T08:10:58.518+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy birthday, dad</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9HnSCKZ12xw/SeZ3c8m9uDI/AAAAAAAAB-M/Owizce3cqLU/s1600-h/fae-dust-1.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 133px; height: 200px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9HnSCKZ12xw/SeZ3c8m9uDI/AAAAAAAAB-M/Owizce3cqLU/s200/fae-dust-1.gif" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5325074948601788466" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;font-family:lucida grande;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;  Lift your head, baby, don't be &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;scared&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Of the things that could go wrong along the way&lt;br /&gt;You'll get by with a smile&lt;br /&gt;You &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;can't win at everything but you can try.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Baby, you don't have to &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;worry&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'Coz there ain't no need to &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;hurry&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;No one ever said that there's an easy way&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When they're closing all their doors&lt;br /&gt;And they don't want you anymore&lt;br /&gt;This sounds funny but I'll say it anyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0);font-size:180%;" &gt;Boy I'll stay through the bad times&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Even if I have to fetch you everyday&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;We'll get by with a smile&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You can never be too happy in this life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;In a world where everybody&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Hates a happy ending story&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's a wonder &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;love can make the world go round&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But dont let it bring you &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;down&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And turn your face into a frown&lt;br /&gt;You'll get along with a little prayer and a song.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Too doo doo...)&lt;br /&gt;Let me hear you sing it&lt;br /&gt;(Too doo doo...)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In a world where everybody&lt;br /&gt;Hates a happy ending story&lt;br /&gt;It's a wonder love can make the world go round&lt;br /&gt;But don't let it bring you down&lt;br /&gt;And turn your face into a frown&lt;br /&gt;You'll get along with a little prayer and a song.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lift your head, baby, don't be scared&lt;br /&gt;Of the things that could go wrong along the way&lt;br /&gt;You'll get by with a smile&lt;br /&gt;Now it's time to kiss away those tears goodbye&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Too doo doo...)&lt;br /&gt;Let me hear you sing it&lt;br /&gt;(Too doo doo...)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;font-family:lucida grande;" &gt;'Wish you are here....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;font-family:lucida grande;" &gt;Happy birthday, Dad!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;May all your dreaMs come true .&lt;br /&gt;This song is for you.&lt;br /&gt;Kisses...muwaaahhhh ..muwahhhh...muwahhhhh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38776029-5899071731806591619?l=shewhosnameisnothing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shewhosnameisnothing.blogspot.com/feeds/5899071731806591619/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38776029&amp;postID=5899071731806591619&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38776029/posts/default/5899071731806591619'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38776029/posts/default/5899071731806591619'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shewhosnameisnothing.blogspot.com/2009/04/happy-birthday-dad.html' title='Happy birthday, dad'/><author><name>SailorWitch</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-LJ9D1M-PgSE/Tt42Qm9DPGI/AAAAAAAACQs/6UzZTxx39CM/s220/Picture%2B010.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9HnSCKZ12xw/SeZ3c8m9uDI/AAAAAAAAB-M/Owizce3cqLU/s72-c/fae-dust-1.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38776029.post-8062826919311542764</id><published>2009-04-15T14:40:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-16T05:41:23.963+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='music from air supply'/><title type='text'>Dancing with the mountain</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9HnSCKZ12xw/SeYKxKDG3_I/AAAAAAAAB90/li6je2i7Ahk/s1600-h/angeles+071.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9HnSCKZ12xw/SeYKxKDG3_I/AAAAAAAAB90/li6je2i7Ahk/s200/angeles+071.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5324955449039446002" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hot sun as warm as the kissing of the wind&lt;br /&gt;Fooststeps in perfect time&lt;br /&gt;Heartbeat as loud as the whisper in the wood&lt;br /&gt;Hold me this dance is mine&lt;br /&gt;The dance is mine&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We are alone, your love excites me&lt;br /&gt;You are the earth moving inside me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel like dancing with the mountain&lt;br /&gt;Feel the rhythm walking on air&lt;br /&gt;Feel like dancing with the mountain&lt;br /&gt;Feel the rhythm dancing with the mountain&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We climb up into the shelter of the sky&lt;br /&gt;Footsteps on higher ground&lt;br /&gt;Your voice as soft as a river running dry&lt;br /&gt;Hold me this dance is mine&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We are alone, your love's exciting me&lt;br /&gt;You are the earth, moving inside me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel like dancing with the mountain&lt;br /&gt;Feel the rhythm walking on air&lt;br /&gt;Feel like dancing with the mountain&lt;br /&gt;Feel the rhythm dancing with the mountain&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel like dancing with the mountain&lt;br /&gt;Feel the rhythm walking on air&lt;br /&gt;Feel like dancing with the mountain&lt;br /&gt;Feel the rhythm dancing with the mountain &lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38776029-8062826919311542764?l=shewhosnameisnothing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shewhosnameisnothing.blogspot.com/feeds/8062826919311542764/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38776029&amp;postID=8062826919311542764&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38776029/posts/default/8062826919311542764'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38776029/posts/default/8062826919311542764'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shewhosnameisnothing.blogspot.com/2009/04/dancing-with-mountain.html' title='Dancing with the mountain'/><author><name>SailorWitch</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-LJ9D1M-PgSE/Tt42Qm9DPGI/AAAAAAAACQs/6UzZTxx39CM/s220/Picture%2B010.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9HnSCKZ12xw/SeYKxKDG3_I/AAAAAAAAB90/li6je2i7Ahk/s72-c/angeles+071.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38776029.post-9165709767116490324</id><published>2009-04-14T17:24:00.009+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-15T06:57:20.203+08:00</updated><title type='text'>My Mom and My Dad</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9HnSCKZ12xw/SeUSzf6jPbI/AAAAAAAAB7s/sZVhslXLg7s/s1600-h/angeles+100.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9HnSCKZ12xw/SeUSzf6jPbI/AAAAAAAAB7s/sZVhslXLg7s/s200/angeles+100.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5324682810385186226" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a style="font-style: italic;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9HnSCKZ12xw/SeRZPbyEguI/AAAAAAAAB68/rRmt0kWv7jU/s1600-h/angeles+083.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9HnSCKZ12xw/SeRZPbyEguI/AAAAAAAAB68/rRmt0kWv7jU/s200/angeles+083.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5324478781149446882" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;We took-off early from General Santos City  to Mt. Apo where we spend our Holy Week.&lt;br /&gt;We  had taken our brunch in Kidapawan Plaza's river-side at around 11 o'clock. Imagine, all of us had only bread and hot choco for a breakfast.  But despite of that, we were so happy travelling! Para bang ngayon lang kami uli nakalabas ng GenSan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The plaza had a simple, cozy and quite ambiance.  It  is amazing!  Napasarap tuloy ang kain ko.&lt;br /&gt;We had our baon na niluto ko at ni Gina (My Mom's adopted sister) na parang kapatid ko na rin. Kapag kami pa namang dalawa ang cook, masarap talaga.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After eating , we strolled the area.  The kids were busy gracing the mini-zoo.  They saw some of the wild animals and  they joyfully played in the playground.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was with Gina and my Lola watching the scenery in the area.&lt;br /&gt;We also saw Mom and Dad in their sweet moment. Para silang bagong lovers na nag-dedeyt!&lt;br /&gt;"Ang sweet talaga ni Pat, hane?" Ani ni Lola sa akin.&lt;br /&gt;"Oo nga" sagot ko naman ke Lola.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Di namin mapigilang ngumiti. Ke ganda nga namang pagmasdan na even in that age, they're still sweet.&lt;br /&gt;I'm used watching this sight esp at home  pero  mas nakaka-touched palang  pagmasdan if you would see your parents dating like a newly weds at  katulad ng mga lovers rin na nag de-deyt dito sa plaza na nakasabayan namin.   The difference is that, they're younger. Sumisibol pa lang yung love nila. Kina Mom and Dad, crunchy na.&lt;br /&gt;Tested by time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me nakita nga akong ngalalambutsingang lovers. Feeling ko mga highschool pa lang yung mga yun.&lt;br /&gt;Naisip ko agad si Leslie. Panu kaya kung sya yung nilalamutak ng ka-date?&lt;br /&gt;I dont know how would I react.&lt;br /&gt;"Yuckk Tita. Kalu-od sa girl o. Naga-kiss sa boy!"  bIglang enter ni Leslie from my back.&lt;br /&gt;"Luka, mas lu-od kung naga-kiss sa kapwa girl." sagot ko naman.&lt;br /&gt;"Ewww..." si Leslie pa rin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hinila ko na palayo. Baka saan pa mapunta ang usapan namin.&lt;br /&gt;hehehehe&lt;br /&gt;Si Mom and Dad pa naman bida ko ngayun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9HnSCKZ12xw/SeUSO6LeoOI/AAAAAAAAB7k/fe12jhtYFrg/s1600-h/igiboy+and+loves.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 92px; height: 70px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9HnSCKZ12xw/SeUSO6LeoOI/AAAAAAAAB7k/fe12jhtYFrg/s200/igiboy+and+loves.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5324682181780349154" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38776029-9165709767116490324?l=shewhosnameisnothing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shewhosnameisnothing.blogspot.com/feeds/9165709767116490324/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38776029&amp;postID=9165709767116490324&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38776029/posts/default/9165709767116490324'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38776029/posts/default/9165709767116490324'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shewhosnameisnothing.blogspot.com/2009/04/my-mom-and-my-dad.html' title='My Mom and My Dad'/><author><name>SailorWitch</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-LJ9D1M-PgSE/Tt42Qm9DPGI/AAAAAAAACQs/6UzZTxx39CM/s220/Picture%2B010.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9HnSCKZ12xw/SeUSzf6jPbI/AAAAAAAAB7s/sZVhslXLg7s/s72-c/angeles+100.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38776029.post-6829814539249198971</id><published>2009-04-14T16:58:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-14T17:23:47.927+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Conversation with God</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9HnSCKZ12xw/SeRSdT8vmOI/AAAAAAAAB60/yX4gtYnIYNc/s1600-h/angeles+035.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9HnSCKZ12xw/SeRSdT8vmOI/AAAAAAAAB60/yX4gtYnIYNc/s200/angeles+035.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5324471322983504098" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I  don't know how to make our God happy but at this moment of my life I wanna do something worth that will satisfy Him.&lt;br /&gt;In that mountain I prayed so hard . I wanted to feel Him.&lt;br /&gt;After an hour, I cried. I don't even know why.&lt;br /&gt;And so I continue crying.&lt;br /&gt;With no reasons at all.&lt;br /&gt;but deep inside my heart&lt;br /&gt;I feel happy.&lt;br /&gt;I feel light.&lt;br /&gt;I knew that God touched me.&lt;br /&gt;With out words, I had my conversation with God.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After the Holy week in Mt. Apo, I've  come to love having a few moments with God in my room especially during dawn time.&lt;br /&gt;It feels happier.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38776029-6829814539249198971?l=shewhosnameisnothing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shewhosnameisnothing.blogspot.com/feeds/6829814539249198971/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38776029&amp;postID=6829814539249198971&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38776029/posts/default/6829814539249198971'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38776029/posts/default/6829814539249198971'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shewhosnameisnothing.blogspot.com/2009/04/conversation-with-god.html' title='Conversation with God'/><author><name>SailorWitch</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-LJ9D1M-PgSE/Tt42Qm9DPGI/AAAAAAAACQs/6UzZTxx39CM/s220/Picture%2B010.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9HnSCKZ12xw/SeRSdT8vmOI/AAAAAAAAB60/yX4gtYnIYNc/s72-c/angeles+035.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38776029.post-2191581497457329643</id><published>2009-04-03T03:25:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-03T03:52:39.210+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Second good thing</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9HnSCKZ12xw/SdUUrVswooI/AAAAAAAAB6s/MLNrHMmIc5Q/s1600-h/lovi+062.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9HnSCKZ12xw/SdUUrVswooI/AAAAAAAAB6s/MLNrHMmIc5Q/s200/lovi+062.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5320181269599920770" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9HnSCKZ12xw/SdUUq25-I6I/AAAAAAAAB6k/5ATzWbMfe0g/s1600-h/lovi+039.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9HnSCKZ12xw/SdUUq25-I6I/AAAAAAAAB6k/5ATzWbMfe0g/s200/lovi+039.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5320181261333832610" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9HnSCKZ12xw/SdUUTmNxOfI/AAAAAAAAB6M/lHOiKbdeCiE/s1600-h/lovi+036.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9HnSCKZ12xw/SdUUTmNxOfI/AAAAAAAAB6M/lHOiKbdeCiE/s200/lovi+036.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5320180861716478450" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9HnSCKZ12xw/SdUUTaUP0oI/AAAAAAAAB6E/W6ZTOhx9krY/s1600-h/lovi+034.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9HnSCKZ12xw/SdUUTaUP0oI/AAAAAAAAB6E/W6ZTOhx9krY/s200/lovi+034.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5320180858522423938" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9HnSCKZ12xw/SdUTAeizSII/AAAAAAAAB58/2gBpl4e7O1w/s1600-h/lovi+048.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9HnSCKZ12xw/SdUTAeizSII/AAAAAAAAB58/2gBpl4e7O1w/s200/lovi+048.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5320179433728067714" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I have already shared the story of my sister-in-law who went back to her mom and dad because of personality differences with my brother.  For some reason she and my mom decided to coninue the studies of my nieces here. That decision made my Mom love her more than ever.  The two became really good friends.  She came here in GenSan (for a visit)  with an open arms from us.  I know my brother is happy everytime she is near kaya lang siguro yung pride nilang dalawa ang pumipigil sa kanilang magkabalikan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wala namang nakikialam.  Kahit kinikilig kami kapag nagmamatigasan ang dalawa, hindi pa rin kami nakikialam sa kanila.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And so she came back here to celebrate the first birthday of their daughter Lyrha kasabay na rin ang pagkuha kina Maxine and Lean para naman makapagbakasyun sa kanilang lolo at lola na nakabased sa Davao del Norte.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;During the party, nakamasid ang lahat sa kilos ng mag-asawa.  Syempre the kids were very happy.  Complete ang family kasi. Wala ng tatalo pa dun.  Pero sana magkabalikan na at magkapatawaran.  Or sana ma-realized nilang dalawa na in a relationship, kailangan talagang mag sacrifice.  Matutong magtiis, umunawa, at pagsumikapang i-respeto ang isa't -isa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;" Aba'y Enle, para silang si Sharon at si Gabby." ani  ng Lola ke Mommy habang nakamasid sa dalawa.&lt;br /&gt;"Nanay, di naman nagkabalikan yung dalawa. Hwag naman sana." Sagot ng mommy.&lt;br /&gt;Umentra ako kasi di alam ng Mom and Lola na nasa likod lang pala si Ruffaya (hehehe, joke lang po)&lt;br /&gt;"Hoyysss... anu ba yan. Magkakabalikan yang silang dalawa Mom.&lt;br /&gt;Ala Martin and Pops."  sabi ko.&lt;br /&gt;"Di pa naman nagkakabalikan sina Martin at Pops." Hirit ni Lola&lt;br /&gt;"Pero magkakabalikan yang dalawa." si Lola uli.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I keep quiet. But like my mom, the kids and my Lola, I am also wishing for a happy ending.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So the second best thing happened today is when Cielo and darwin gives us hope that they will patch things up. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38776029-2191581497457329643?l=shewhosnameisnothing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shewhosnameisnothing.blogspot.com/feeds/2191581497457329643/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38776029&amp;postID=2191581497457329643&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38776029/posts/default/2191581497457329643'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38776029/posts/default/2191581497457329643'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shewhosnameisnothing.blogspot.com/2009/04/second-good-thing_03.html' title='Second good thing'/><author><name>SailorWitch</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-LJ9D1M-PgSE/Tt42Qm9DPGI/AAAAAAAACQs/6UzZTxx39CM/s220/Picture%2B010.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9HnSCKZ12xw/SdUUrVswooI/AAAAAAAAB6s/MLNrHMmIc5Q/s72-c/lovi+062.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38776029.post-5177718432411369647</id><published>2009-04-03T03:18:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-03T03:25:04.031+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Bien&apos;s world'/><title type='text'>First good thing</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9HnSCKZ12xw/SdUQTqSKZaI/AAAAAAAAB50/h0HC7W9GqvM/s1600-h/lovi+025.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9HnSCKZ12xw/SdUQTqSKZaI/AAAAAAAAB50/h0HC7W9GqvM/s200/lovi+025.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5320176464762135970" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;"Bien, ayusin mo naman yung posing mo."&lt;br /&gt;"Ahh, Mom, mas maganda ito."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9HnSCKZ12xw/SdUQGDjDHBI/AAAAAAAAB5c/UwBmkgoBJhs/s1600-h/lovi+022.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9HnSCKZ12xw/SdUQGDjDHBI/AAAAAAAAB5c/UwBmkgoBJhs/s200/lovi+022.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5320176231025679378" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;But he also posed naman ng nakaharap.  Kinum,binsi ko pa ngang pictyuran sya ng nakatalikod pero sabi nya pang witchyboop lang yun. Ayaw nyang gayahin. Ahahahahaha!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;There’s two good things we celebrated yesterday.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;The first one was Bien’s recognition in grade one.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;He was a bit disappointed for making it top 6 in his class but at the end of the recognition program, he realized that all his classmates who made it in top ten deserves the ranking.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;I asked him what made you realized that?&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;“It’s in the record, Mom” he answered shrugging his shoulder.&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;It’s more important to realized how we have done things.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I think my son was disappointed because he did not make it good during those days where in he still have the chance to make his academics better. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;“Bien this is something worth celebrating for. You must be happy. Kung disappointed ka, just make it better the next time. Me bukas pa naman.” I said to him.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;“How about my future?” he asked again.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Natawa ako.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;“What about your future?” tapon-tanong ko uli sa kanya.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;“’Yung future gud, if I have my work,tapos mag-asawa na kami ni Cammille.”&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;“Ah, hindi naman porke you have no honors eh wala ka ng future. Bunos yung me honor ka kasi parang it’s a gift from your self that you were recognized at the end of the school year. You also make your Mom and Dad very happy kasi pinapapawi mo yung hirap nilang maghanap-buhay para mapa-igi ang future mo. But it doesn’t mean na wala kang future kung wala kang medal.”&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;I was looking at him seriously pero para bang kulang pa yung mga explanations ko.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;“Mc Do tau?” Aya ko sa kanya.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;Hindi sya excited!&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;He usually shows excitement kapag niyaya ko ng ganun.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;Neh, sabi ko sa sarili ko, explain na pud!&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;“Sad ka talaga?” &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;“Di naman, iniisip ko lang.” Bien said while we were riding a jeep going to Mcdo.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;“Bakit mo iniisip?”&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;“Gusto kong malaman eh.” Ani ni Bien&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;“May future ka, believe me. You are a good son and I am sure in time, you will be a good father and a husband as well.” Hirit ko.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;“Just like my Dad?” &lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Tanong ni Bien, nakangiti na.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;“More than your Dad.” I assured him.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;“Happy na ako Mom. I will do better the next time. I asked man my teacher kanina what is wrong. She said kasi daw pangit ang writing ko. Alam ko na, magpractice ako mag write this summer.” &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;“Sige, tulungan kita.” Sagot ko naman habang ginugulo ko ang damit nya.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;Typical kid kasi when we were in Mcdo, nakalimutan na niya yung mga things that made him worry. Or siguro nasagot ko ‘yung mga tanong niya.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38776029-5177718432411369647?l=shewhosnameisnothing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shewhosnameisnothing.blogspot.com/feeds/5177718432411369647/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38776029&amp;postID=5177718432411369647&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38776029/posts/default/5177718432411369647'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38776029/posts/default/5177718432411369647'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shewhosnameisnothing.blogspot.com/2009/04/first-good-thing.html' title='First good thing'/><author><name>SailorWitch</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-LJ9D1M-PgSE/Tt42Qm9DPGI/AAAAAAAACQs/6UzZTxx39CM/s220/Picture%2B010.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9HnSCKZ12xw/SdUQTqSKZaI/AAAAAAAAB50/h0HC7W9GqvM/s72-c/lovi+025.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38776029.post-562927134775078989</id><published>2009-04-02T07:19:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-02T07:25:16.600+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Ethan 2</title><content type='html'>Another video clip of Ethan.&lt;br /&gt;He sings!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/8ddVb4MTmQk&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/8ddVb4MTmQk&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38776029-562927134775078989?l=shewhosnameisnothing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shewhosnameisnothing.blogspot.com/feeds/562927134775078989/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38776029&amp;postID=562927134775078989&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38776029/posts/default/562927134775078989'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38776029/posts/default/562927134775078989'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shewhosnameisnothing.blogspot.com/2009/04/ethan-2.html' title='Ethan 2'/><author><name>SailorWitch</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-LJ9D1M-PgSE/Tt42Qm9DPGI/AAAAAAAACQs/6UzZTxx39CM/s220/Picture%2B010.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38776029.post-3912742614378215781</id><published>2009-03-30T22:30:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-30T22:35:34.550+08:00</updated><title type='text'>You tube ni Ethan</title><content type='html'>Parang katabi ko lang  si Ethan while watching him with my whole family!&lt;br /&gt;Si Mommy kinikilig habang ang Papa naman ay nakangiti.&lt;br /&gt;The kids were all shouting Ethan's name.&lt;br /&gt;My Lola naman is a little surprised how Ethan grow that big.&lt;br /&gt;He is so cute.&lt;br /&gt;Patriciong-patricioooo...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/tJeGgo_GgU4&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/tJeGgo_GgU4&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38776029-3912742614378215781?l=shewhosnameisnothing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shewhosnameisnothing.blogspot.com/feeds/3912742614378215781/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38776029&amp;postID=3912742614378215781&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38776029/posts/default/3912742614378215781'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38776029/posts/default/3912742614378215781'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shewhosnameisnothing.blogspot.com/2009/03/you-tube-ni-ethan.html' title='You tube ni Ethan'/><author><name>SailorWitch</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-LJ9D1M-PgSE/Tt42Qm9DPGI/AAAAAAAACQs/6UzZTxx39CM/s220/Picture%2B010.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38776029.post-3486003006929967447</id><published>2009-03-27T11:23:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-27T11:55:59.386+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Ang Lola Angeles ko</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;My Lola is spending her vacation here in Mindanao. Matagl na rin naming inaaya here at kung hindi pa nagtampo ang Lola sa isang anak dun, di iyon magpapasundo ke Mommy.  I was in Grade One the last time she was here. First Honor pa ng ako nga ako nung grade one at siya pa ang nagsabit ng medal ko sa leeg.  (&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Yung pagiging first honor ko, di ko man nagamit when I started looking for a job, nagamit ko namang pangyabang ke Bien ngayun)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;She really can't walk much na.  Obvios na nasasaktan syang lumakad and she is  too careful na ibina-balanse ang katawan so that she can walk well.  It pains me seeing her na ganun keya lang Mom told us na hwag ipapakitang naawa ke Lola because she's not going to like it. At kung gusto namin syang tulungan lumakad dapat hindi obvious na inaalalayan namin sya.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And so I talked to her a lot kapag me pupuntahan sya, kunyari parang yakap ko lang ang hips nya pero inalalayan ko pala ang Lola nun.   Tingin ko naman alam ng Lola na niloloko ko lang sya.  She is sharp.  She can read your  mind through ur eyes at nakupooo...magaling syang manghula. Naaaliw naman po sya kapag sya na uli ang hinuhulaan ko.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm with her kasama ang Mommy hanggang makatulog sya. At kapag tulog na sila , balik na ako sa room ko.   Best part ng moment na yun is yung  nakikita ko ang mommy at sya na nagtatawanan, nagkukuwentuhan. Narealized ko tuloy that we are so lucky for this wonderful chance. Chance ke Mommy and Lola na makakagawa sila uli ng  good memories.  Chance para sa aking discovery na sa kanya ko pala namana ang halos lahat ko na traits.&lt;br /&gt;Makuwento&lt;br /&gt;Mahilig magbasa&lt;br /&gt;Mahilig sa bata&lt;br /&gt;hindi madamot&lt;br /&gt;Mahilig sa mga kuwentong engkanto, artista, tikbalang, at iba pa.&lt;br /&gt;Higit sa lahat ang Lola ko pala ang original na witchy boop.&lt;br /&gt;Malaki puwet, malaki dodo, maliit ang waist line at hanggang ngayun sa edad nyang otsenta maarte pa rin, mahilig mag make-up, at araw -araw naglalagay ng gata at kalamansi sa katawan.&lt;br /&gt;Sabi ng ibang friends ko, kamukha ko raw sya kaya lang, ako yung matangkad na version ni Lola.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chance rin for the kids na makita at makipagkwentuhan sa Lola nila sa tuhod.  Ang topic ng mga bata ke Lola, mostly, ay yung gyera noong panahon pa ng Hapun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kanina lang natuwa ako kasi kuwento nya sa akin na sya raw ay isang tanga na humahanga ke Sharon at ke Gabby.  Kung magkakapelikula ang dalawang yun, sasamahan ko raw syang manonood ng sine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aba! Lola!!!! &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Ang sagot ko.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Manonood tayo!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Napangiti ang Lola at ako ay kanyang niyakap. Niyakap ko rin naman ng buong puso at hinahalik-halikan ang Lola sa batok.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ayyy... naisip kong mana nga ako sa kanya.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dahil na inspire ako ngayun, naisip kong panoorin yung mga movies compilation ni Shawie na iniregalo ko ke Jei. ( Pwede kayang mahiram yun, gang?) nyehehehe...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ngayun naman habang idina-download ko itong debut party ni Sharon at  video clips ng kasal nilang dalawa ni Gabby , katabi ko si Lola.  Masyadong excited!&lt;br /&gt;First time daw nyang mapapanood ang debut at kasal nilang dalawa ni Gabby!&lt;br /&gt;Buti na lang me You tube!~&lt;br /&gt;Nakuuu..... para po kaming bata ni Lola.&lt;br /&gt;Masayang-masaya kami na makakapiling namin sina Sharon at Gabby ngayunnn.&lt;br /&gt;O siya,,, manonood na kami.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;See yahhh...&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/38776029-3486003006929967447?l=shewhosnameisnothing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shewhosnameisnothing.blogspot.com/feeds/3486003006929967447/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38776029&amp;postID=3486003006929967447&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38776029/posts/default/3486003006929967447'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38776029/posts/default/3486003006929967447'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shewhosnameisnothing.blogspot.com/2009/03/ang-lola-angeles-ko.html' title='Ang Lola Angeles ko'/><author><name>SailorWitch</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-LJ9D1M-PgSE/Tt42Qm9DPGI/AAAAAAAACQs/6UzZTxx39CM/s220/Picture%2B010.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38776029.post-7098628649807286009</id><published>2009-03-23T21:39:00.011+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-23T22:54:10.642+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9HnSCKZ12xw/Sceie2Pv_vI/AAAAAAAAB5M/KmemAw3BNyw/s1600-h/Picture+046.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9HnSCKZ12xw/Sceie2Pv_vI/AAAAAAAAB5M/KmemAw3BNyw/s200/Picture+046.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5316396535975509746" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Bien's Funny Pilipino Komiks for kids&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;and the Discovery Magazines he is enjoying to read.&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/38776029-7098628649807286009?l=shewhosnameisnothing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shewhosnameisnothing.blogspot.com/feeds/7098628649807286009/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38776029&amp;postID=7098628649807286009&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38776029/posts/default/7098628649807286009'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38776029/posts/default/7098628649807286009'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shewhosnameisnothing.blogspot.com/2009/03/biens-funny-pilipino-komiks-for-kids.html' title=''/><author><name>SailorWitch</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-LJ9D1M-PgSE/Tt42Qm9DPGI/AAAAAAAACQs/6UzZTxx39CM/s220/Picture%2B010.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9HnSCKZ12xw/Sceie2Pv_vI/AAAAAAAAB5M/KmemAw3BNyw/s72-c/Picture+046.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38776029.post-5292841007491374607</id><published>2009-03-23T21:39:00.008+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-23T22:34:44.191+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Bien's summer vacation is coming.&lt;br /&gt;Since he is no longer busy in school, he finds time reading more magazines, komiks and books.  Most are science related and comical stories.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9HnSCKZ12xw/SceZJtmib9I/AAAAAAAAB5E/Aj3u2rPiw24/s1600-h/picture+march+014.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9HnSCKZ12xw/SceZJtmib9I/AAAAAAAAB5E/Aj3u2rPiw24/s200/picture+march+014.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5316386277273268178" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;He would tell me that he will going to blog the articles he had been reading from Discover Magazine but he would end up posting articles about her favorite cartoon network show &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Ben Ten.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="font-style: italic;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9HnSCKZ12xw/SceZJO5JJiI/AAAAAAAAB48/0F-De0p_LRg/s1600-h/picture+march+015.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9HnSCKZ12xw/SceZJO5JJiI/AAAAAAAAB48/0F-De0p_LRg/s200/picture+march+015.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5316386269029803554" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;He sleeps with his cousins Lean ( yang batang natutulog na nakasuot ng green gown  ~ At kung makapag-pose, parang ako! Carefree !!!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9HnSCKZ12xw/SceZIooAiuI/AAAAAAAAB40/H1418pY4AWU/s1600-h/picture+march+012.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9HnSCKZ12xw/SceZIooAiuI/AAAAAAAAB40/H1418pY4AWU/s200/picture+march+012.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5316386258757389026" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Before going to sleep, he would read. I have been wanting that naman. Kaya nga kahit namumulubi ako, I would still bring him to bookstore para mamili ng bisyo.&lt;br /&gt;At umiinom pa sya ng Cali Shandy! (paminsan-minsan lang naman.)&lt;br /&gt;When I came back from Banga, ang hininging pasalubong ni Bien ay Komiks hindi toy!&lt;br /&gt;Nakakatuwa!&lt;br /&gt;Na-e-enjoy ko na ngang masyado ang anak ko na ito.&lt;br /&gt;Sarap i huug lagi!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9HnSCKZ12xw/SceZIFoyxKI/AAAAAAAAB4s/nT0yJtKJY00/s1600-h/picture+march+010.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9HnSCKZ12xw/SceZIFoyxKI/AAAAAAAAB4s/nT0yJtKJY00/s200/picture+march+010.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5316386249365439650" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38776029-5292841007491374607?l=shewhosnameisnothing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shewhosnameisnothing.blogspot.com/feeds/5292841007491374607/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38776029&amp;postID=5292841007491374607&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38776029/posts/default/5292841007491374607'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38776029/posts/default/5292841007491374607'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shewhosnameisnothing.blogspot.com/2009/03/he-loves-reading-science-related-stuff.html' title=''/><author><name>SailorWitch</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-LJ9D1M-PgSE/Tt42Qm9DPGI/AAAAAAAACQs/6UzZTxx39CM/s220/Picture%2B010.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9HnSCKZ12xw/SceZJtmib9I/AAAAAAAAB5E/Aj3u2rPiw24/s72-c/picture+march+014.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38776029.post-1660050021834351686</id><published>2009-03-23T21:39:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-23T22:10:49.893+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Books</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9HnSCKZ12xw/SceU1-EENZI/AAAAAAAAB4k/FoTLbgTS0CI/s1600-h/picture+march+018.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9HnSCKZ12xw/SceU1-EENZI/AAAAAAAAB4k/FoTLbgTS0CI/s200/picture+march+018.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5316381540048188818" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Natuwa naman ako while reading some books of Bob Ong.&lt;br /&gt;Nasabi nya kasi dun sa libro na me nabili syang books na kung saan ay me copy rin ako.&lt;br /&gt;Matagal na rin ito sa akin. Malapit na ngang  maging antik (~tuwa~).&lt;br /&gt;Kung si Bob Ong binili iyun dahil sa disappointment sa kakulangan ng mga books  authored by filipinos tungkol sa pagsusulat, ako naman ay sadyang binili yun dahil pinangarap kong makapag-sulat din ng romance novel.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Past time ko kasi nung college ang tumambay sa Victoria Plaza at maghanap ng mabibiling second hand books sapagkat di kaya ng baon ko ang bumili ng mamahaling libro.  At that time, wala pang Gaisano Mall or SM or National Bookstore sa Davao.  Kaya maligaya na ako sa Victoria Plaza.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In a way natutunan ko ang mga  technical aspect ng pagsusulat for komiks at pocketbooks sa librong iyun.  Di naman din kasi itinuro yung mga bagay na yun nung college pa ako.  Ang pinaka the best part dun ay yung naiintindihan ko kung paano sinusulat ang mga komiks at romance novel na binabasa ko buong magdamag.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kapag naman masyado akong na-hooked ng story, di ako natatakot umabsent o kaya'y ma-late sa school kahit na me exam pa ako (proud pa ha?).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yung Trip to Quiapo ni Ricky Lee ay sadya kong pinabili sa Manila.  My cousin send it to me. Wala lang, gusto ko kasing malaman yung difference ng turo nya sa script writing compared to my teacher noong araw. Masyado na kasi ang  bilib ng iba kung classmate ke Sir samantalang ako, ni hindi ko man lang makapa kahit na kunting paghanga sa kanyang style of teaching.  (Mahirap talaga akung i-please noong araw)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ricky Lee came to visit my school. Workshop yata yun na kung saan siya ang aming speaker.   Medyo boring  syang pakinggan kasi nga malumanay kung makipag-usap si Mr. Lee but that was one of the best moment I ever have during those days.&lt;br /&gt;Ang pinanghihinayangan ko lang naman ay yung hindi ko naitanung sa kanya ang mga bagay bagay na gusto kong itanong.  Lintek! Nahiya kaasi ako nun!  Grabee... na-shock nga ako sa sarili ko kung bakit ko naramdaman ang damdaming iyun. Shit talaga kasi looking back, natatawa na ako.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me mga story to tell pala yung ibang mga bagay na naitago na natin.&lt;br /&gt;Di ko na sana mapapansin ang mga librong ito kung hindi ko nabasa ang buk ni Bob Ong.&lt;br /&gt;Na-touched ako kaya tuloy ini-a-arrange ko ulit yung mga libro kong kinokolekta.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38776029-1660050021834351686?l=shewhosnameisnothing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shewhosnameisnothing.blogspot.com/feeds/1660050021834351686/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38776029&amp;postID=1660050021834351686&amp;isPopup=true' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38776029/posts/default/1660050021834351686'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38776029/posts/default/1660050021834351686'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shewhosnameisnothing.blogspot.com/2009/03/books.html' title='Books'/><author><name>SailorWitch</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-LJ9D1M-PgSE/Tt42Qm9DPGI/AAAAAAAACQs/6UzZTxx39CM/s220/Picture%2B010.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9HnSCKZ12xw/SceU1-EENZI/AAAAAAAAB4k/FoTLbgTS0CI/s72-c/picture+march+018.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38776029.post-818453366371992338</id><published>2009-03-19T20:10:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-19T20:24:09.665+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9HnSCKZ12xw/ScI4yR6n5UI/AAAAAAAAB4c/GYN-gD1Dbkw/s1600-h/k3ob52.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 152px; height: 200px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9HnSCKZ12xw/ScI4yR6n5UI/AAAAAAAAB4c/GYN-gD1Dbkw/s200/k3ob52.gif" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5314872946704508226" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:78%;" &gt;With a fishnet stocking, see-thru-up-dress,odd shoes~~ is somewhat being  me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;The beauty of Witchyboop&lt;br /&gt;Is not in the clothes she wears,&lt;br /&gt;The figure she carries,&lt;br /&gt;Or the way she combs her hair.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;The beauty of  Witchyboop&lt;br /&gt;Must be seen from her eyes,&lt;br /&gt;Because that is the doorway to her heart,&lt;br /&gt;The place where love resides.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The beauty of  Witchyboop&lt;br /&gt;Is not in a facial mole,&lt;br /&gt;But the  true beauty  of  Witchyboop&lt;br /&gt;Is reflected in her soul.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is the caring that she lovingly gives,&lt;br /&gt;The passion that she shows,&lt;br /&gt;The beauty of  Witchyboop&lt;br /&gt;With passing years-only grows.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38776029-818453366371992338?l=shewhosnameisnothing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shewhosnameisnothing.blogspot.com/feeds/818453366371992338/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38776029&amp;postID=818453366371992338&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38776029.post-903602235651792505</id><published>2009-03-18T11:01:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-18T11:05:07.811+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I realized that I'm not mad at you.&lt;br /&gt;It's okey.&lt;br /&gt;I still wanna keep the friendship.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://media.photobucket.com/image/emo/millos13_0/emo.gif" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i306.photobucket.com/albums/nn268/millos13_0/emo.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38776029-903602235651792505?l=shewhosnameisnothing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shewhosnameisnothing.blogspot.com/feeds/903602235651792505/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38776029&amp;postID=903602235651792505&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38776029/posts/default/903602235651792505'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38776029/posts/default/903602235651792505'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shewhosnameisnothing.blogspot.com/2009/03/i-realized-that-im-not-mad-at-you.html' title=''/><author><name>SailorWitch</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-LJ9D1M-PgSE/Tt42Qm9DPGI/AAAAAAAACQs/6UzZTxx39CM/s220/Picture%2B010.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38776029.post-2809900999588416022</id><published>2009-03-12T22:40:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-13T20:16:49.131+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>and honestly,&lt;br /&gt;my life wOuld suck with OuT yOu.&lt;br /&gt;(minsan masarap talagang mag swing ng walang tsenelas!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/xlUgCbxcr58&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/xlUgCbxcr58&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" 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title=''/><author><name>SailorWitch</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-LJ9D1M-PgSE/Tt42Qm9DPGI/AAAAAAAACQs/6UzZTxx39CM/s220/Picture%2B010.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38776029.post-4084931804168337816</id><published>2009-03-11T21:57:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-11T22:05:24.033+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9HnSCKZ12xw/SbfFFyHAsOI/AAAAAAAAB4M/gN3TLAe2iIM/s1600-h/020.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9HnSCKZ12xw/SbfFFyHAsOI/AAAAAAAAB4M/gN3TLAe2iIM/s200/020.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5311930988647985378" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9HnSCKZ12xw/SbfFFmWHGNI/AAAAAAAAB4E/L77FG5pd03I/s1600-h/027.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9HnSCKZ12xw/SbfFFmWHGNI/AAAAAAAAB4E/L77FG5pd03I/s200/027.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5311930985490094290" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9HnSCKZ12xw/SbfD_qvaJQI/AAAAAAAAB38/zKfAkeVWpD8/s1600-h/051.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9HnSCKZ12xw/SbfD_qvaJQI/AAAAAAAAB38/zKfAkeVWpD8/s200/051.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5311929784079099138" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9HnSCKZ12xw/SbfD_UhjWaI/AAAAAAAAB30/uWMcohFRr60/s1600-h/016.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9HnSCKZ12xw/SbfD_UhjWaI/AAAAAAAAB30/uWMcohFRr60/s200/016.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5311929778115402146" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9HnSCKZ12xw/SbfD_TXyppI/AAAAAAAAB3s/b3qsgNHjEOk/s1600-h/026.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9HnSCKZ12xw/SbfD_TXyppI/AAAAAAAAB3s/b3qsgNHjEOk/s200/026.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5311929777806026386" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Parang taon na ring di namin nakikita ang pamangkin kong si Ethan. He is looking healthy katulad  ng iba ko pang pumpangkins na dito nakabase sa Philippines.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt; Kainis... sana kamukha ko sya... tisoy!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My brother told me na mahirap ang buhay sa labas ng bansa natin.&lt;br /&gt;Iba pa rin ang Pilipinas.&lt;br /&gt;What he misses most eh yung maiinit nating dagat.&lt;br /&gt;Iba nga talaga... kasi gusto kong makakita ng totoong snow. Yun lang, wala ng iba pa!&lt;br /&gt;Someday it will come true.&lt;br /&gt;I just hope to still blog it here.&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/38776029-4084931804168337816?l=shewhosnameisnothing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shewhosnameisnothing.blogspot.com/feeds/4084931804168337816/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38776029&amp;postID=4084931804168337816&amp;isPopup=true' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38776029/posts/default/4084931804168337816'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38776029/posts/default/4084931804168337816'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shewhosnameisnothing.blogspot.com/2009/03/parang-taon-na-ring-di-namin-nakikita.html' title=''/><author><name>SailorWitch</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-LJ9D1M-PgSE/Tt42Qm9DPGI/AAAAAAAACQs/6UzZTxx39CM/s220/Picture%2B010.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9HnSCKZ12xw/SbfFFyHAsOI/AAAAAAAAB4M/gN3TLAe2iIM/s72-c/020.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38776029.post-9173403157822974714</id><published>2009-03-11T06:21:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-13T20:22:47.905+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='passion on fashion'/><title type='text'>No Secrets Here</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;“&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:180%;" &gt;I &lt;/span&gt;don’t like lying in bed totally exposed&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;even if we are already married I still prefer to keep my husband imagine every article of me.”&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;I always hear my Mom talking that way to her friends in a &lt;i style=""&gt;closed-door&lt;/i&gt; topics.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Obviously, I’m eavesdropping but somehow it influence me as I was growing up.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;Now that I’m married I consciously keep my skin to be not always so exposing to him.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I think that strategy has magic.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;In our intimate moment together he loves it when I’m wearing my&lt;a href="http://www.flirtylingerie.com/"&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;sexy lingerie&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;. It &lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;is more sexier than being naked. You can play using your creativity that would tickle your partner’s imagination.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;  Everytime we are together is like a honeymoon. My sexy clothing is always filled with lace and furry hand cuffs with the scent of apple in our room.  In my &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;making-s0-sexy-love-mood&lt;/span&gt; I wear my lingerie that is sexy on top fishnet with a G-string undies &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;"blushing"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; . That's it! Ha  ha  ha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When given a chance, I would also love to have a lingerie -pose for collectors and artist (that is if they want a witchlike form&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;masterpiece!)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38776029-9173403157822974714?l=shewhosnameisnothing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shewhosnameisnothing.blogspot.com/feeds/9173403157822974714/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38776029&amp;postID=9173403157822974714&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38776029/posts/default/9173403157822974714'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38776029/posts/default/9173403157822974714'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shewhosnameisnothing.blogspot.com/2009/03/no-secrets-here.html' title='No Secrets Here'/><author><name>SailorWitch</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-LJ9D1M-PgSE/Tt42Qm9DPGI/AAAAAAAACQs/6UzZTxx39CM/s220/Picture%2B010.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38776029.post-5169930349045688579</id><published>2009-03-10T18:58:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-11T05:56:36.228+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;table align="center" border="0" cellpadding="2" cellspacing="0" width="350"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bg="" style="color: rgb(238, 238, 238);" align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Your Birthday Predicts You're Outgoing&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#ffffff"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.blogthingsimages.com/whatdoesyourbirthdatepredictaboutyouquiz/birthday-3.png" height="100" width="100" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ever since you were born, you've always been able to have fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You find humor and joy easily. When things are rough, you are still optimistic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your friends always inspire and delight you. You're always looking to add to your social circle.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You need to be around other people to feel truly happy and energetic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://blogthings.com./whatdoesyourbirthdatepredictaboutyouquiz/"&gt;What Does Your Birthday Predict About You?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm wondering why do we need to read things that we already knew about us?&lt;br /&gt;Hehehe.... well, I have fun naman doing this.&lt;br /&gt;Pero gawin ko kayang mas nakakainis ito?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Bes? anu man? Is these true? Tama ba ang nakasulat?&lt;br /&gt;(o diba, pinakokonfirm ko pa yung mga bagay na alam ko na?)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As in nahimuot pa ko until  now.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38776029-5169930349045688579?l=shewhosnameisnothing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shewhosnameisnothing.blogspot.com/feeds/5169930349045688579/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38776029&amp;postID=5169930349045688579&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38776029/posts/default/5169930349045688579'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38776029/posts/default/5169930349045688579'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shewhosnameisnothing.blogspot.com/2009/03/your-birthday-predicts-youre-outgoing.html' title=''/><author><name>SailorWitch</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-LJ9D1M-PgSE/Tt42Qm9DPGI/AAAAAAAACQs/6UzZTxx39CM/s220/Picture%2B010.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38776029.post-453050656954702113</id><published>2009-03-04T14:32:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-04T14:35:38.592+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Kung papayat pa ako ng ten pounds, my body would be looking as great as this.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9HnSCKZ12xw/Sa4gwok5NSI/AAAAAAAAB1w/6mP9GIHrIIM/s1600-h/kim.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 143px; height: 196px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9HnSCKZ12xw/Sa4gwok5NSI/AAAAAAAAB1w/6mP9GIHrIIM/s200/kim.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5309217030614365474" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-style: italic;"&gt;O, huwag ng kumuntra. Nag iilusyun lang naman.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-style: italic;"&gt;Hihihihi&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38776029-453050656954702113?l=shewhosnameisnothing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shewhosnameisnothing.blogspot.com/feeds/453050656954702113/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38776029&amp;postID=453050656954702113&amp;isPopup=true' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38776029/posts/default/453050656954702113'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38776029/posts/default/453050656954702113'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shewhosnameisnothing.blogspot.com/2009/03/kung-papayat-pa-ako-ng-ten-pounds-my.html' title=''/><author><name>SailorWitch</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-LJ9D1M-PgSE/Tt42Qm9DPGI/AAAAAAAACQs/6UzZTxx39CM/s220/Picture%2B010.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9HnSCKZ12xw/Sa4gwok5NSI/AAAAAAAAB1w/6mP9GIHrIIM/s72-c/kim.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38776029.post-3913282845380833070</id><published>2009-03-04T14:24:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-04T14:36:15.341+08:00</updated><title type='text'>ruffaya</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9HnSCKZ12xw/Sa4e8OCOaZI/AAAAAAAAB1o/ld8H3qMug0M/s1600-h/ruffa.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 235px; height: 235px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9HnSCKZ12xw/Sa4e8OCOaZI/AAAAAAAAB1o/ld8H3qMug0M/s200/ruffa.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5309215030624807314" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;she is my fashion icon.&lt;br /&gt;admittedly witty&lt;br /&gt;obviously funny&lt;br /&gt;and her sense of humor is simply irresistable.&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/38776029-3913282845380833070?l=shewhosnameisnothing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shewhosnameisnothing.blogspot.com/feeds/3913282845380833070/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38776029&amp;postID=3913282845380833070&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38776029/posts/default/3913282845380833070'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38776029/posts/default/3913282845380833070'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shewhosnameisnothing.blogspot.com/2009/03/ruffaya.html' title='ruffaya'/><author><name>SailorWitch</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-LJ9D1M-PgSE/Tt42Qm9DPGI/AAAAAAAACQs/6UzZTxx39CM/s220/Picture%2B010.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9HnSCKZ12xw/Sa4e8OCOaZI/AAAAAAAAB1o/ld8H3qMug0M/s72-c/ruffa.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38776029.post-1843163500595373750</id><published>2009-03-04T14:24:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-04T14:24:37.074+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Rufaya</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38776029-1843163500595373750?l=shewhosnameisnothing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shewhosnameisnothing.blogspot.com/feeds/1843163500595373750/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38776029&amp;postID=1843163500595373750&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38776029/posts/default/1843163500595373750'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38776029/posts/default/1843163500595373750'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shewhosnameisnothing.blogspot.com/2009/03/rufaya.html' title='Rufaya'/><author><name>SailorWitch</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-LJ9D1M-PgSE/Tt42Qm9DPGI/AAAAAAAACQs/6UzZTxx39CM/s220/Picture%2B010.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
