<?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-11662929</id><updated>2012-01-24T23:46:07.510+08:00</updated><title type='text'>WILDFLOWER</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wildflower05.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11662929/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wildflower05.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>goddess roan</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v31/godes5/smiles65.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>96</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11662929.post-6664998543440342067</id><published>2009-03-03T12:23:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-03T12:25:22.717+08:00</updated><title type='text'>:s</title><content type='html'>This is sooo not the day to be feeling this. I should be high for it is Mark and I's third anniversary. But somehow, one news stung me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know it was I who submitted her resume to our company. It was I who gave pointers and tips. It was I who helped her. I should be ecstatic  that she was chosen. But truth is, I am not. Not because I am jealous for her achievement but because the ghost of my past is haunting me again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have been here in SG for 6 months now. And every so often, regrets of transfering here would come to me. Regrets because career-wise, it was not the wisest decision. All of my entire being then was telling me to stay but my heart wanted to leave. It wants to go and help its owner build its career. I did not mind that we would have the same rank in SG. I did not mind at all. But now that she got accepted, I mind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Lord, I pray that you take care of my career. I hope that very soon you would show me the light. I also pray that you take care of my heart. I hope that in a month's time you could motivate it to feel anything else but what I am feeling right now. I pray that you once again reassure me and take away all the fears rushing to me right now. I pray you make me still. And I am trying to be still, I will be waiting for you to lift me up again.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11662929-6664998543440342067?l=wildflower05.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wildflower05.blogspot.com/feeds/6664998543440342067/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11662929&amp;postID=6664998543440342067' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11662929/posts/default/6664998543440342067'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11662929/posts/default/6664998543440342067'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wildflower05.blogspot.com/2009/03/s_03.html' title=':s'/><author><name>goddess roan</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v31/godes5/smiles65.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11662929.post-7376251026738740244</id><published>2008-06-05T21:18:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-05T21:45:38.078+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;EGO BOOSTER&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2 weeks ago, I filled my resignation with my company. And I filed it everyday for a week because they tried everyday to stop me and bargain me with things. I was super hesitant on retracting it but at the end if the day, what mattered most is their trust on me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, I try to believe that it is nothing else but trust. I stayed because of their persistent refusal to accept my resignation and their persistent to keep me. It is a major ego booster that should not stay in my head.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know I would still be working my ass. I would still be working long hours. But I also believe that the end would justify the mean. And I believe that it is God's will that I stayed. I prayed real hard for this.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11662929-7376251026738740244?l=wildflower05.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wildflower05.blogspot.com/feeds/7376251026738740244/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11662929&amp;postID=7376251026738740244' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11662929/posts/default/7376251026738740244'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11662929/posts/default/7376251026738740244'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wildflower05.blogspot.com/2008/06/ego-booster-2-weeks-ago-i-filled-my.html' title=''/><author><name>goddess roan</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v31/godes5/smiles65.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11662929.post-4256368866604628062</id><published>2007-09-27T23:07:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T05:47:48.580+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iTqOG26DyPg/RvvKup4C0OI/AAAAAAAAAAM/AlRKIFjle4k/s1600-h/424628199_075e70d927.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iTqOG26DyPg/RvvKup4C0OI/AAAAAAAAAAM/AlRKIFjle4k/s200/424628199_075e70d927.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5114904704673042658" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Consumer Course...Case Studies... Carina&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am on a Consumer Credit Course Training since Tuesday (sept 25) and though the food was great and desserts truly bountiful, work and study is as plenty.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Before the course began, we were given pre-course handouts because I had test on them on Day1. Yes, we have test and we even have a final test that if we fail, we would have to retake. How embarassing if ever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hay it is truly taking a lot of my energy. Speaking of which, to add on my tiredness, my boyfriend would always quarrel me because I stay late. Today, he had to wait outside our training rm for almost 2 hours with no dinner. We were finalizing our case study then so I cannot leave my groupmates. And by "I cannot", I meant Roan would not leave her groupmates like that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haaay. I hope everything turns out fine tomorrow with my final exam, our case study presentation and of course, with my love life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bat me Carina sa title? Bday nya e! Happy birthday po!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11662929-4256368866604628062?l=wildflower05.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wildflower05.blogspot.com/feeds/4256368866604628062/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11662929&amp;postID=4256368866604628062' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11662929/posts/default/4256368866604628062'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11662929/posts/default/4256368866604628062'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wildflower05.blogspot.com/2007/09/consumer-course.html' title=''/><author><name>goddess roan</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v31/godes5/smiles65.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iTqOG26DyPg/RvvKup4C0OI/AAAAAAAAAAM/AlRKIFjle4k/s72-c/424628199_075e70d927.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11662929.post-116168886240516779</id><published>2006-10-24T19:11:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-24T19:21:02.426+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;October 24&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today is the last day of Ramadan, so it was declared a legal holiday! Yay! If you're in the legal force like moi, you would be on the lookout for all these holidays. :) And yeah, Nov2 and Oct 31 were not declared holiday. Haaay... I don't think I can go to Cavite if it is just for a day. But I still hope so....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, what did I do today? I had a BODY SCRUB, MASSAGE and HAIR SPA! Woohoo! Also, I had my Fitness First plan downgraded! Yes, so&lt;em&gt; TP&lt;/em&gt; and&lt;em&gt; Cham&lt;/em&gt;, you gels might consider it. I had mine downgraded to &lt;strong&gt;Weekend Warrior&lt;/strong&gt;! I can only come Friday 7pm onwards and all weekends! At least, I will pay 900 less. That would do. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mark also came here early this morning :) I swear I haven't even taken my bath then yet. I'm so happy because even our dog knows him already. He doesn't bark at him anymore. The dog doesn't even make a move when he passes. Cute :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11662929-116168886240516779?l=wildflower05.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wildflower05.blogspot.com/feeds/116168886240516779/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11662929&amp;postID=116168886240516779' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11662929/posts/default/116168886240516779'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11662929/posts/default/116168886240516779'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wildflower05.blogspot.com/2006/10/october-24-today-is-last-day-of.html' title=''/><author><name>goddess roan</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v31/godes5/smiles65.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11662929.post-116144233434680902</id><published>2006-10-21T22:34:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-21T22:52:14.363+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Question for the Day:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When was the last time you spoke so excitedly about Jesus to someone?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:'(&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11662929-116144233434680902?l=wildflower05.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wildflower05.blogspot.com/feeds/116144233434680902/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11662929&amp;postID=116144233434680902' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11662929/posts/default/116144233434680902'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11662929/posts/default/116144233434680902'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wildflower05.blogspot.com/2006/10/question-for-day-when-was-last-time.html' title=''/><author><name>goddess roan</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v31/godes5/smiles65.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11662929.post-115911092210216784</id><published>2006-09-24T22:54:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-24T23:15:22.123+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Dasal...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lord, Salamat po dahil me mga nakuha kaming kumanta for B9. Salamat po sa talentong pinagkaloob nyo sa kanila at salamat dahil hinayaan niyong ishare nila ito. Salamat din sa mga tumulong magtawag at magdasal at higit sa lahat salamat po sa nakamit naming tagumpay. Maraming salamat po talaga. Isa itong milestone para sa buong cluster.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="We are the Champions!" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v31/godes5/SECTORCON.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Salamat din po pala sa saya na naranasan ko nung Biyernes ng gabi. Gate crasher na po ako. Masaya pramis kagaya nga ng sabi ni TP isang riot! At higit sa lahat, nakalimot si Ice pero alam kong di kayo boto sa ganun. Ayaw din po ni Mark e. Kaya di ko na po ulitin. Bago kayong dalawa tuluyang magalit sakin. Sinabi lang ni Mark na "Di ka ba nakukunsensya", naiyak na ko. Kasi alam nyo naman na nakukunsensya ko kaya ako tumitigil sa mga kalokohan ko nung gabing yun. Papakabait na po ko, wag nyo lang sya kunin sakin...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And Lord, hinihiling ko po sana na mabilis akong matuto magdrive. At sana po wala na ko masyado makitang aksidente, humihina na po kasi loob ko. Nung una, nabato salamin ko sa likod tas kanina naman po nakakita ko ng tumalsik galing sa motorsiklo. Hiling ko lang po na matuto ko agad at lumakas ang loob. Sayang naman po yung kotse, mabubulok na. Syanga pala, maraming salamat sa kotse. Mwah!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11662929-115911092210216784?l=wildflower05.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wildflower05.blogspot.com/feeds/115911092210216784/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11662929&amp;postID=115911092210216784' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11662929/posts/default/115911092210216784'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11662929/posts/default/115911092210216784'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wildflower05.blogspot.com/2006/09/dasal.html' title=''/><author><name>goddess roan</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v31/godes5/smiles65.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11662929.post-115838833705510497</id><published>2006-09-16T14:17:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-16T14:32:17.066+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;No Longer Youth&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, that is the sad truth. I woke up last September 6, day after my birthday with all thoughts sinking to me. First, is that my age does not fall on the youth bracket anymore. Now, I am a full pledge yuppie and no longer lying in the vague age where you are neither young nor old.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img height="100" alt="Dad's gift" hspace="5" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v31/godes5/car.jpg" width="150" align="left" vspace="5" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Also, that morning I woke up staring at Dad’s gift and realize, when will I use this?! Yes, I still don’t know well how to drive and I know it is gonna take time before I can really bring this to the office. Howell…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I would like to thank people who greeted me. To all of you, I am in deep gratitude. You made me feel so special. God is really good to have showered me loved ones like you. &lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img height="150" alt="Announcement: BDAY KO!" hspace="5" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v31/godes5/cube.jpg" width="200" align="right" vspace="5" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Also, it is quite embarrassing that am not good with remembering birthdays, a lot of friends from way back in gradeschool and highschool greeted me. A lot of friends whom I just greeted days after their birthday greeted me on my exact birthdate. Embarassing but even more touching, my deepest gratitude friendships. Special thanks also to my officemates who decorated my cube and announced to the whole floor that it was my bday. Thanks that even if I have been with you for only a month, you made effort to make me feel loved.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am now 22. I believe life’s journey is still gonna be a long one. Well, I do hope so. But looking back to the years that were, I would especially want to thank my family for being all supportive and loving of me. I want to thank them for urging me to go to UP, the very school who was contributed much of who I am today. I wouldn’t have met Mark, Blockada, YFC Yuppies, MAREs, G5, UP YFC, STATSOC, B10C, people who made great impact and touched my life more than they will ever know. Thanks my highschool friends most especially the BSTBRKADA for keeping me grounded since highschool. Thanks to B9 YFCs for making every sacrifices worth it. Thanks to my grade school friends who never forgets the way to melt my heart. Thanks to everyone. Lots of love to all of you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img height="100" alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" hspace="5" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v31/godes5/smiles109.jpg" width="150" align="right" vspace="5" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Yung car sa taas, ganito na ang likod ngayon, binato ba naman ako sa Macapagal Drive, as in street after SM Mall of Asia. Inis!!! Buti na lang din walang ng nangyari pang mas masama samin.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11662929-115838833705510497?l=wildflower05.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wildflower05.blogspot.com/feeds/115838833705510497/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11662929&amp;postID=115838833705510497' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11662929/posts/default/115838833705510497'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11662929/posts/default/115838833705510497'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wildflower05.blogspot.com/2006/09/no-longer-youth-yes-that-is-sad-truth.html' title=''/><author><name>goddess roan</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v31/godes5/smiles65.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11662929.post-115728581606584667</id><published>2006-09-03T19:58:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-03T20:24:53.230+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Pre-Birthday&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img height="250" alt="Ganda ng Album" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v31/godes5/kaminAPOmuna-large.jpg" width="250" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kae gave me a copy of Kami nAPO Muna. And I love it! Galeeeng nila. I missed Jay! Hehe. Last Thursday, bands who are part of the said album were in Eastwood. We were there for a dinner, however, we didnt know of the concert. Sayang! After our dinner, it was Jay who was singing and when he shouted with 'Heto Na', I completely forgot I was corporate and ran across Eastwood. Haha! Kala ko UP fair lang e.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img height="100" alt="Maan" hspace="5" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v31/godes5/DSC03019.jpg" width="150" vspace="5" border="0" align="left" /&gt;Last Aug25 was Maan’s birthday. We usually treat HOTSHOTS together so this year was no different except that we treated them on her very birthday. I would have preferred the date to not fall on our birthdates but she asked me during her bday and I just cant turn down a bday celebrator. Howell…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v31/godes5/ycbday.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11662929-115728581606584667?l=wildflower05.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wildflower05.blogspot.com/feeds/115728581606584667/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11662929&amp;postID=115728581606584667' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11662929/posts/default/115728581606584667'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11662929/posts/default/115728581606584667'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wildflower05.blogspot.com/2006/09/pre-birthday-kae-gave-me-copy-of-kami.html' title=''/><author><name>goddess roan</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v31/godes5/smiles65.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11662929.post-115721939803755737</id><published>2006-09-03T01:48:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-03T02:30:39.876+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;HAPPY 6TH MONTHS, BABY!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;embed name="photoFlick" pluginspage="http://www.macromedia.com/go/getflashplayer" align="middle" src="http://flash.picturetrail.com/pflicks/l_pendant3d.swf" width="300" height="320" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" loop="false" quality="high" flashvars="hue=2&amp;img1=http://pic30.picturetrail.com:80/VOL1504/6455386/12493771/183723355.jpg&amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;img2=http://pic30.picturetrail.com:80/VOL1504/6455386/12493771/183723352.jpg&amp;img3=http://pic30.picturetrail.com:80/VOL1504/6455386/12493771/183723351.jpg&amp;amp;img4=http://pic30.picturetrail.com:80/VOL1504/6455386/12493771/183723353.jpg&amp;img5=http://pic30.picturetrail.com:80/VOL1504/6455386/12493771/183723350.jpg&amp;amp;img6=http://pic30.picturetrail.com:80/VOL1504/6455386/12493771/183726558.jpg" wmode="transparent" bgcolor="#ffffff" allowscriptaccess="sameDomain"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;In Fairness To Me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In fairness to me, I have accepted my fate in Citibank. Special thanks should go to my lunchmates/citibutt girls accdg to Mark, to Sir Norman, to Daniel, to my Boss-Ma'am Cathy, to Erwin of Risk and to Tere - the boss of my boss.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In fairness to me, I have again gone shopping, sticking to the reason for indulgence 'birthday gift'. Sales are everywhere, eastwood, glorietta. You just cant blame me. I found nice stuffs in &lt;em&gt;VNC, Mango&lt;/em&gt; and &lt;em&gt;Ensemble&lt;/em&gt;. ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In fairness to me, I am still standing despite the long hours of work and in fairness, after filing my meal/transpo allowances for late work hours; amount was quite significant. But still, I'd love a rest.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;ISKA SPIRIT&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I wonder what UP really did to Justice Secretary Raul Gonzalez for all those words he said. Would it have been caused primarily by his not passing UPCAT? Well, actually, am not sure about that but my gas why those words. He did emphasized that he was not generalizing but he was also quoted for this:&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;But he said he was “not degrading UP per se,” but was only questioning the kind of students that came from it.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I came this morning to UP and felt a doze of nostalgia flowing. I wanted to cry for when I saw the naked man with hands outstretched for freedom. I wanted to cry for Oble. I want to cry for all the UP students. I swear. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;When I learned about how UP stood during Martial Law, I have always been prouder of the university. It stood to have a lil country of its own, despising the truth the government was insisting then. It was only UP who did that. Not because, they were destabilizers but because they loathed the way government was run. I would have been part of that given I was alive. When I was a student, I never came to any rally, because my parents would never allow me and I don't want to worry them. But I with all of my friends would join the red shirt and black shirt campaigns to contribute in the smallest manner.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I would always be thankful to my family for pushing me to study in UP. UP opened my eyes to a lot of things. In OUR UNIVERSITY, we were taught to seek the truth; we were taught to fight for what is right; we were taught even in Math to prove and not just accept theorems. We never had an easy life there, just a fun and worthy one. And you know what, Sec Gonzalez, we were taught to deal with different kinds of people even those of your type. I don't have to brag about the kind of students OUR UNIVERSITY forms because we are more than behave. We are more than that.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11662929-115721939803755737?l=wildflower05.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wildflower05.blogspot.com/feeds/115721939803755737/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11662929&amp;postID=115721939803755737' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11662929/posts/default/115721939803755737'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11662929/posts/default/115721939803755737'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wildflower05.blogspot.com/2006/09/happy-6th-months-baby-in-fairness-to_03.html' title=''/><author><name>goddess roan</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v31/godes5/smiles65.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11662929.post-115677871655931491</id><published>2006-08-28T23:23:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-28T23:36:32.140+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;sheeties&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mygas! After more than a month’s work I need a break badly.&lt;br /&gt;And I mean badly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I came real late today and to think I came real early to the office. Yes, I worked my ass and my neck off for more than 12 hours. Uhmm… 15 hours to be exact.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And you know, what made it all worse? You know why I feel so cranky? Because even after spending so much time caught up with work, I still didn’t finished it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aaack! Am just scared to commute this late but if I wasn’t, I would probably still figuring out my MIS back in the office.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And can I share how stupid I am today. My password was revoked. They had it reset and just when I was changing my password , it  was AGAIN locked out. Stupid, huh? I swear! I was so embarassed to have another reset form signed. Our Big Boss was giving me compliments pa naman on how quick i learn and how good i am when I passed her the sheet, tas password lang tatanga-tanga pa. yieee!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Am too tired and need a rest but am still online. No, am not wasting time here. Am waiting for a very important email to arrive. Haaay, after leaving my responsibilities in the office, I still have tons to face here. Life….&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Very soon, I maybe able to make a good entry. Very soon… After all, there are events to look forward, my bday, our 6th month (yay!), sector con, meet-ups (hopefully). And I have tons of pix to post here. In time….&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What a dreary entry this is…&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11662929-115677871655931491?l=wildflower05.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wildflower05.blogspot.com/feeds/115677871655931491/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11662929&amp;postID=115677871655931491' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11662929/posts/default/115677871655931491'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11662929/posts/default/115677871655931491'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wildflower05.blogspot.com/2006/08/sheeties-mygas-after-more-than-months.html' title=''/><author><name>goddess roan</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v31/godes5/smiles65.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11662929.post-115476271505222855</id><published>2006-08-05T15:16:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-05T15:25:15.063+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Kate's debut" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v31/godes5/post.jpg" width="300" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Coolit ng pic noh? That is just one of the events I attended last week. Namulubi ako sa parties and meet-ups, hehe. Pero masaya, I super enjoyed each and every event. I got to see Shanny and TP again; Ivy and her best buds from all over; Kate in her lovely debutante gown. It was a reliever for my first week in CITI. How is my work there nga ba? Tsaka na ko magsulat ‘bout it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lei tagged me to post bout life’s simple pleasures. As I ponder on what to write, I realize marami naming pleasures if nilalasap mo lang ang mga bagay-bagay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;10 simple pleasures…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;Chocolates! &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Stressless biyahe &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Power Sleep, not necessary a long one basta hindi bitin. Nothing beats a ‘magandang bangon’ &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;A text message showing utmost concern and from those sincerely missing me &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Swimming kahit la talaga kong skill &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Sunset, mapapa – I DO’ ka talaga &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;feel na feel na hug&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;pagsilbihan, hehe &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Malamig na Drinks &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;LIBRE!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;p&gt;Teka, simple nga ba yung mga nasulat ko? &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;At syempre, makapag-DESTRESS in the very meaning of it. Makapagspend ng time not minding all my responsibilities and obligations; have a time to be ME and not be bothered of all the consequences my actions will bear to everything my name is attached to. As I said, there are pleasure in everything basta one knows how to enjoy it.&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/11662929-115476271505222855?l=wildflower05.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wildflower05.blogspot.com/feeds/115476271505222855/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11662929&amp;postID=115476271505222855' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11662929/posts/default/115476271505222855'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11662929/posts/default/115476271505222855'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wildflower05.blogspot.com/2006/08/coolit-ng-pic-noh-that-is-just-one-of.html' title=''/><author><name>goddess roan</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v31/godes5/smiles65.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11662929.post-115365558648947836</id><published>2006-07-23T19:37:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-23T21:13:57.273+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Dislike &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My talk this afternoon. I swear! I was jittery. I think I heard my voice bemoaned. But I’m glad they do remembered stuffs I said. Haay…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My missing BPI...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v31/godes5/bpigels.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Like&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v31/godes5/desktop.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My Desktop. Hehe. Oh but I do hate how this sequel was cut.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;*version2006.1 loading...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11662929-115365558648947836?l=wildflower05.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wildflower05.blogspot.com/feeds/115365558648947836/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11662929&amp;postID=115365558648947836' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11662929/posts/default/115365558648947836'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11662929/posts/default/115365558648947836'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wildflower05.blogspot.com/2006/07/dislike-my-talk-this-afternoon.html' title=''/><author><name>goddess roan</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v31/godes5/smiles65.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11662929.post-115357989064726848</id><published>2006-07-22T22:43:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-22T22:51:30.670+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;BUM&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;I’ve been on terminal leave since Thursday and I loved it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Thursday:&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;FINALLY submitted my Citi Requirements. Haaay, it was harassing for I had to find a ‘valid id’ in 2 fleetin days&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Renewed my STUDENT’S Driver License. I am such a loser. My student’s expired before I even had it for NON-PRO. Please don’t commit the same mistake. It’s a waste of time, money and energy.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Went to COMELEC to fill-up application for Voter’s ID. Just in case I would need more identification in the future. I just wanted t polish everything before I lose my privilege on leaves again.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Had a Pastoral mtg with B9. It lasted til 1230AM. Am sure glad I don’t have to wake up early for Friday.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Friday:&lt;/span&gt;        &lt;/p&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Went to Up to visit my man (naks) and Webreader, an Internet café of Arn and Lizzie. It was super amazing how they funded this business. It was all from their savings, no loans and borrowing from parents. Amazing! I wish them well. If anyone around Krus na Ligas and Teacher’s vill is reading this, please do visit their café.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Had an ID picture and call me conceited and vainglorious but I really found myself beautiful, hehe. The package included 4 2x2s and 8 1x1s, for only 60 pesos. Cheap, huh?&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Mark and I played Daytona. It was his first time and can I just say he enjoyed it, hehe. Cute&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Saturday:&lt;/span&gt;    &lt;/p&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Stayed home. Was supposed to have a household but never had a chance to leave the house because I was home alone. Well, actually Mark was with me and the Yayas but I cannot leave the house to the Yayas alone. Haay, I haven’t attended a mtg yet. L&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I miss Mark already. His farewell was so warm I didn’t want him to leave.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p&gt;On the other hand, I miss my job. I miss my work. I took so much ownership in my BPI job, it was hard to leave it. Haaay… I miss my workstation. I miss Makati. I miss Fitness First. I miss Fhe, most especially Cham and Tiepee. I miss the amiable guards. I miss lunch and break chitchats. I miss Mike and most especially Shalene and Ice. It’s again another beginning. Every ending is indeed another beginning. God bless me.&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/11662929-115357989064726848?l=wildflower05.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wildflower05.blogspot.com/feeds/115357989064726848/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11662929&amp;postID=115357989064726848' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11662929/posts/default/115357989064726848'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11662929/posts/default/115357989064726848'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wildflower05.blogspot.com/2006/07/bum-ive-been-on-terminal-leave-since.html' title=''/><author><name>goddess roan</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v31/godes5/smiles65.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11662929.post-115269445876760448</id><published>2006-07-12T16:37:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-12T17:23:33.936+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;table cellspacing="0" cellpadding="2" width="350" align="center" border="0"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="middle"  style="color:#e6e6fa;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:14;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Your Birthdate: September 5&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#f2f2fb"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img height="100" src="http://images.blogthings.com/whatdoesyourbirthdatemeanquiz/birthday.jpg" width="100" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You have many talents, and you are great at sharing those talents with others.&lt;br /&gt;Most people would be jealous of your clever intellect, but you're just too likeable to elicit jealousy.&lt;br /&gt;Progressive and original, you're usually thinking up cutting edge ideas.&lt;br /&gt;Quick witted and fast thinking, you have difficulty finding new challenges.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your strength: Your superhuman brainpower&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your weakness: Your susceptibility to boredom&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your power color: Tangerine&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your power symbol: Ace&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your power month: May&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/whatdoesyourbirthdatemeanquiz/"&gt;What Does Your Birth Date Mean?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;***&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;R &lt;/strong&gt;You are a social butterfly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;O&lt;/strong&gt; You are very open-minded.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;S &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;You are very broad-minded.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;E&lt;/strong&gt; You are a very exciting person.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;A&lt;/strong&gt; You can be very quiet when you have something on your mind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;N&lt;/strong&gt; You like to work, but you always want a break&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;N&lt;/strong&gt; You like to work, but you always want a break &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;***&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table cellspacing="0" cellpadding="2" width="350" align="center" border="0"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="middle"  style="color:#eeeeee;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:14;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;You are 67% Virgo&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#ffffff"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img height="100" src="http://images.blogthings.com/howvirgoareyouquiz/virgo.gif" width="100" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/howvirgoareyouquiz/"&gt;How Virgo Are You?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table cellspacing="0" cellpadding="2" width="350" align="center" border="0"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="middle" bg style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-SIZE: 14pt; COLOR: blackfont-family:Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif;" &gt;&lt;b&gt;You Are Not Scary&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#ffd79a"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img height="100" src="http://images.blogthings.com/howscaryareyouquiz/not-scary.jpg" width="100" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everyone loves you. Isn't that sweet?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/howscaryareyouquiz/"&gt;How Scary Are You?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;***&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I agin had a wonderful weekend. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;It sure was very relaxing with my baby, comfort zone girls and new soiree friends around.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Life, life, life. It is short and should be made worth living for. And moments like that rejuvinates me to conquer and live life again.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11662929-115269445876760448?l=wildflower05.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wildflower05.blogspot.com/feeds/115269445876760448/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11662929&amp;postID=115269445876760448' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11662929/posts/default/115269445876760448'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11662929/posts/default/115269445876760448'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wildflower05.blogspot.com/2006/07/your-birthdate-september-5-you-have.html' title=''/><author><name>goddess roan</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v31/godes5/smiles65.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11662929.post-115184425348963683</id><published>2006-07-02T20:43:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-02T21:06:46.156+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Legal &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everybody in the house now knows that Mark is my boyfriend. Hehe. Actually, Daddy knew about it even before 3/3. I feel that I owe it to him to be completely honest since he doesn’t know my daily activities. At least with the rest, they know when I go out with him but not that I go out with my boyfriend. I just had to prepare them for it. And it sure feels great that finally, they know about it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All the men in the family are completely jealous of him. It’s sweet but it’s hard. But I know they’ll fall in love with him like I did.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Thrilla in Manila&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Congrats to Pacquaio and Peñalosa!!! All Filipinos are celebrating your victory. You make us all so proud of our nation. Actually, am not sure what happened to the other matches since I only saw both your rounds. And I’m glad I saw it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And as for Larios, your game was great. Not much combinations but I am so impressed of your strengths and endurance. I still salute you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Superman!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="haaaay" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v31/godes5/superman-returns.jpg" align="”center”" border="0" width="350" height="150" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I adore you. I admire you. I’m mad about you. I like you. I love you! Eeeeeeks!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Brandon was super perfect for the role. He gave justice to it. I love the part when his eye was shot. Superb! How I wish I saw it in IMAX but unfortunately I should have wished for it earlier so that I would have reserved months ago where it isn’t full booked yet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;P.S.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know this is silly but I just discovered that &lt;a href="http://www.stat.upd.edu.ph"&gt;Stat&lt;/a&gt; has its own website. Coolness but I wonder how long it has been there.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11662929-115184425348963683?l=wildflower05.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wildflower05.blogspot.com/feeds/115184425348963683/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11662929&amp;postID=115184425348963683' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11662929/posts/default/115184425348963683'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11662929/posts/default/115184425348963683'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wildflower05.blogspot.com/2006/07/legal-everybody-in-house-now-knows.html' title=''/><author><name>goddess roan</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v31/godes5/smiles65.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11662929.post-115124525093568861</id><published>2006-06-25T21:59:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-25T22:20:50.956+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Kitty Fan!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt="Love yah!" hspace="5" src="http://www.dahltech.no/~md/images/Hello_kitty/image16.gif" align="right" vspace="5" /&gt;&lt;/img&gt;I sooo adore Hello Kitty! I have downloaded themes, wallpapers, screensavers and the likes. Soon I’ll update my blog to look with her cute face ü&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Plus I have a new email address! It will be the one I will use frequently &lt;a href="mailto:godes5@hellokitty.com"&gt;godes5@hellokitty.com&lt;/a&gt; Coolness! Email me!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;CFC Anniv!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today is the 25th CFC Anniv. Only today did I realize that StatSoc and CFC is of the same age. Both are celebrating their Silver Anniversary! Woohoo! Congrats to both!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was drizzling when we left Pque and still was drizzling when we reached Quirino. Aacck! I hate to be caught outside at such a weather. Anyway, what really amazes me is when rain would gradually stop during Eucharistic celebration or Praise Fest. Sure is a work of God!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;P.S.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;My Sister has a tongue ring! &lt;em&gt;Kaluka!&lt;/em&gt; Oh well&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11662929-115124525093568861?l=wildflower05.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wildflower05.blogspot.com/feeds/115124525093568861/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11662929&amp;postID=115124525093568861' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11662929/posts/default/115124525093568861'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11662929/posts/default/115124525093568861'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wildflower05.blogspot.com/2006/06/kitty-fan-i-sooo-adore-hello-kitty-i.html' title=''/><author><name>goddess roan</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v31/godes5/smiles65.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11662929.post-115115600645752102</id><published>2006-06-24T21:29:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-24T22:13:16.593+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;FINALLY…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, finally. I have finally filed my resignation yesterday. I was just waiting for the call regarding my Medical Results before passing my resignation letter. And oh, my SM talked to me last Thursday (day before I filed my resignation) to say that she heard about my plan and wanted to offer alternatives. Whatever she said, it was too late. And hey, am confident I have God’s blessings with the decision I have made. But it was a little funny that when I approached her to FINALLY file it, she uttered, &lt;em&gt;“Yan na ba yun?”&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday, I also went to the gym to get a Body Scrub and Massage. Hay, therapy! I heart heart heart it sooo much. I actually bought more GCs, hehe. But whoops, haven't deposited our payment to Cham's savings. Will do on Monday, promise! ü&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also, today a lot has happened.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;I was able to pass by my dentist. I haven’t had my check-up since last month! Gack! How I needed that visit. Anyway, I’ll try hard to make the visits every 2 weeks again. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Mark and Honeypie have finally gone to Mona’s place for their CommComm and Secretary stuffs. I followed after lunch and was in awful luck to be caught in the rain. Anyway, it was a well spent afternoon. Mark learned how to use the Office Publisher and finished most of the Masterpages for the SouvProg. And when most of our ‘housemates’ have left (present kasi buong family ni Mona), we bought Pizza, hehe.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;And I have received the update on my other application. I did not get the position. It is not the first time I did not get a position but this is the only position I have regretted not getting. Well, only because of the company not exactly because of the vacancy. No matter how the letter said that I have fine qualifications to make me feel better, the fact still remains that I did not get it. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Dear Applicant&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Thank you for your interest in exploring a career in Procter &amp;amp; Gamble. We enjoyed speaking with you and having the opportunity to learn more about your background and experiences. We have made a sincere effort to carefully assess your qualifications and career objectives with our current openings. We have concluded with regret that we are unable to offer you an employment opportunity with our Company, despite your admittedly fine qualifications. This decision was not an easy one to make. We see many fine candidates with excellent qualifications, and are forced to make extremely fine distinctions between them. Again, we sincerely appreciate your interest in our Company and the opportunity to speak with further. We wish you success in your career search. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Very Truly Yours,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Corporate Recruitment&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11662929-115115600645752102?l=wildflower05.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wildflower05.blogspot.com/feeds/115115600645752102/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11662929&amp;postID=115115600645752102' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11662929/posts/default/115115600645752102'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11662929/posts/default/115115600645752102'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wildflower05.blogspot.com/2006/06/finally-yes-finally.html' title=''/><author><name>goddess roan</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v31/godes5/smiles65.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11662929.post-115062888529509784</id><published>2006-06-18T18:53:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-18T19:08:05.330+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;When it rains, it pours…&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last week, I was up waiting for calls. Yes, emphasis on the ‘s’. The first call, I gave up on waiting right away. I figured that I just didn’t get. And maybe Accounting isn’t really for me. The other call, I was able to know the reason for the delay. I just had to take it in a positive way. The said call did come. It came Friday afternoon, the very birthday of my previous and hopefully my future VP (if I’m to stay).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Friday after work hours, we (my boss, Shalene and I) went straight to the VPs office. The VP was so nice; she herself prepared the food for us. Then I was flabbergasted when she mentioned she heard about my leaving. Huwaaat?! I swear talk about being caught off guard. My SM is soooo talkative. I’m sure she was the one who told the VP about that. And hey, did I mention that I haven’t even mentioned any plans to her yet. She was still presuming so she should’ve shut her mouth until I ask her for anything. Grrrr!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After the rest my mind took when no calls were coming, I’m again baffled. My VP said I should talk to her first before I make any decisions and my job offer is already on Monday! Haaay…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Actually, I think I have had my thoughts organized already. Just need to pray more to make sure it isn’t my will but most importantly His.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;USO SA BLOGS E&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hehe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(X) worried about getting bullied by fratmen or getting killed in a riot&lt;br /&gt;( ) got bullied by fratmen or was killed in a riot&lt;br /&gt;(X) witnessed a riot&lt;br /&gt;(X) watched the oblation run&lt;em&gt; (hinahanap ako ng Oblation Run e, hehe)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(X) made friends with a teacher&lt;br /&gt;( ) was tricked as a freshman into attending a rally / prayer meeting&lt;br /&gt;(X) wore red or black on one of those wear red or wear black days&lt;br /&gt;( ) wore red on Valentine's Day&lt;br /&gt;( ) wore black on Valentine's Day&lt;em&gt; (wore white e, hehe)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;( ) celebrated a birthday at Mang Jimmy's&lt;br /&gt;(X) learned UP Naming Mahal &lt;em&gt;(Mabuhay ang Pag-Asa ng Bayan! – gives me the shrills EVERYTIME)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(X) got on the dean's list (CS or US)&lt;br /&gt;(X) slept on a bench&lt;em&gt; (sa StatSoc Tambayan nung Senior Year)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;( ) was an RA (registration assistant) or SA &lt;em&gt;(too selfish and lazy to be one)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(X) lied or begged to an RA for a slot in class&lt;br /&gt;(X) participated in a there's-only-one-more-slot-are you-feeling-lucky? raffle during registration &lt;em&gt;(Aack! Sa Math pahirapan)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(X) jogged around the campus &lt;em&gt;(Hingal to death, hehe)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;( ) visited the Vargas Museum&lt;br /&gt;(X) knew at least one xerox lady, manong, or technician by name &lt;em&gt;(FC sa Stat e, hehe)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(X) attended university level graduation&lt;em&gt; (glad I did)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(X) got an activist for a teacher &lt;em&gt;(my PI teacher, lagi absent pag me rally)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;( ) itched from higad bites&lt;br /&gt;( ) had gotten a 5.0 in something&lt;br /&gt;( ) had taken a crap in school&lt;br /&gt;( ) watched a La Salle vs. Ateneo UAAP game&lt;br /&gt;(X) watched a UP vs. any school basketball game &lt;em&gt;(Freshie ako nun and they won kahit I wasn’t expecting them too. Wehehe. As a freshie, I heard di sila masyado magaling e)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(X) gave a powerpoint presentation&lt;br /&gt;(X) studied in CASAA&lt;br /&gt;(X) studied in McDonald's or Jollibee Philcoa for one full night and bought just one regular-sized drink &lt;em&gt;(I miss my studymates, had a couple of study groups there)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(X) studied along Katipunan&lt;br /&gt;( ) studied along Katipunan and affected the mannerisms of a stereotypical Atenean&lt;br /&gt;(X) watch a play that's not required for CommIII &lt;em&gt;(sabit)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;( ) went stargazing&lt;br /&gt;(X) ate in Chocolate Kiss, Tea Room (in CHE) or Chateau Verde &lt;em&gt;(haven’t tried Chateau, huhu)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;( ) slept in the lib&lt;br /&gt;( ) struck up a conversation with a taong grasa&lt;br /&gt;( ) wrote to / for the collegian&lt;br /&gt;(X) seriously pondered about the identities of the people described in Eksenang Peyups&lt;br /&gt;(X) went to the chapel&lt;br /&gt;( ) got a pebble stuck in your shoe/slippers while walking in Sunken Garden&lt;br /&gt;( ) cut class with your block to watch a movie&lt;br /&gt;(X) had a voltes V for a teacher &lt;em&gt;( I think but there are tons of Profs that are said to be part of Voltes V)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;( ) took a class under Joseph Palis &lt;em&gt;(whoops! Sino po sya?)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;( ) lied to the transcript lady to get a transcript earlier than the standard 3 months&lt;br /&gt;(X) went to a Freshman-only concert (where you had to show your form 5 to prove freshmanhood) &lt;em&gt;(I didn’t have to pretend to be a freshie though, was there for FOPC)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(X) subsisted on just streetfood (fishballs, half footlongs, kwekwek, squidballs/rolls, mais, dirty ice cream) for a day&lt;br /&gt;( ) learned how to smoke&lt;br /&gt;(X) went on an out-of-town trip during a break with blockmates or orgmates&lt;br /&gt;(X) fell in love &lt;em&gt;(Huwaat?!, hehe)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;( ) actually read the book you keep borrowing from the lib&lt;br /&gt;(X) played cards during your free time &lt;em&gt;(Sugarol Statsocers e, hehe)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(X) dress in business attire&lt;br /&gt;( ) sumabit sa jeep&lt;br /&gt;( ) got sung to or sung to someone in class during Valentine's day&lt;br /&gt;(X) watched the lantern parade&lt;br /&gt;(X) helped out a total stranger&lt;br /&gt;(X) helped out a total stranger because he/she was hot&lt;br /&gt;(X) learned to stay awake for more than 24 or 48 hours straight&lt;br /&gt;( ) got bullied by fratmen and feeling cool wannabe people who were actually losers&lt;br /&gt;(X) took Wednesday and/or Sat classes WILLINGLY &lt;em&gt;(willingly?! That was the only available sched e pero pwede na din kasi I still had only 4-schooldays per week)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;( ) volunteered for the pahinungod&lt;br /&gt;( ) ate "tasteless white sauce" pasta from cock-a-noodle-doo&lt;br /&gt;(X) got a boyfriend/girlfriend&lt;br /&gt;(X) took time to read the vandalism in the CR&lt;br /&gt;( ) watched a sexy art film for any GE class&lt;br /&gt;( ) got held up or pickpocketed&lt;br /&gt;(X) felt depressed because you were not as good academically (or popular) as you were in high school &lt;em&gt;(Oh yeah! I cried gallons during my first Math subject)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(X) did a last minute paper&lt;br /&gt;(X) had spent a lot for 1x1 ID pictures&lt;br /&gt;(X) got exempted from final exams&lt;br /&gt;( ) got exempted from a final exam but still took it&lt;br /&gt;(X) attended a varsity pep rally&lt;br /&gt;( ) watched LIVE AIDS, Androgyny, Maskipaps or any well-known variety show&lt;br /&gt;( ) promised to quit smoking&lt;br /&gt;(X) got into at least one (org- or council-sponsored) adventure race&lt;br /&gt;(X) knew where the best restrooms are on campus &lt;em&gt;(best na silang matutukoy, basta sa BA nun I don’t go to the Stat’s washroom to pee, bababa pa talaga ko)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(X) joined an org&lt;br /&gt;(X) allowed yourself to make mistakes &lt;em&gt;(hell, yeah)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(X) went to the gym in spite of having no PE class just to ogle varsity players / cute boys&lt;br /&gt;(X) took summer classes&lt;br /&gt;(X) admired the oblation&lt;br /&gt;( ) made a video for a project&lt;br /&gt;(X) had a crush on a teacher &lt;em&gt;(Dr. Gallileo, hekhek. Tsaka na awe-struck ako ke Sir Jeff)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;( ) had a teacher who had a crush on / tried to court you&lt;br /&gt;( ) attended your ROTC Bivouac&lt;br /&gt;( ) faked sickness to get an absence excused&lt;br /&gt;( ) got your car scratched by one of those "kuya bantayan ko kotse niyo" kids&lt;br /&gt;(X) took a PE class where you had to pay for tuition&lt;br /&gt;(X) went to school in your crappiest yet most comfy clothes&lt;br /&gt;( ) learned how to use the Bayantel pay phones&lt;br /&gt;(X) participated in school activities&lt;br /&gt;( ) caught the UP Pep Tryouts&lt;br /&gt;(X) dated someone from UP&lt;br /&gt;(X) rode an IKOT and TOKI&lt;br /&gt;(X) found a tambayan&lt;br /&gt;( ) went drinking at Sarah's&lt;br /&gt;( ) learned how to beg for a higher grade&lt;br /&gt;( ) used your 6 allowable absences wisely&lt;br /&gt;( ) lived in a dorm&lt;br /&gt;( ) volunteered to be beadle or go-to guy for your group / class&lt;br /&gt;(X) had the worst schedule &lt;em&gt;( I hate 7am classes!)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(X) realized that there really is just one coconut tree on the sunken garden&lt;br /&gt;(X) not used up all 6 allowable absences&lt;br /&gt;( ) ate in ISSI, Treehouse, Mama Thai's and other more obscure cafeterias&lt;br /&gt;(X) ate food Aristocart-style&lt;br /&gt;(X) was active in your org&lt;br /&gt;(X) attended an ACLE&lt;br /&gt;(X) got as many app forms as you can during the job fair&lt;br /&gt;(X) learned how to cram&lt;br /&gt;(X) sold tickets for (or watch) an org-sponsored movie premiere&lt;br /&gt;( ) saved money to Xerox all of your seatmate's notes&lt;br /&gt;(X) had accidentally seen a make-out session &lt;em&gt;(Rampant, dude)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(X) slept in class&lt;br /&gt;(X) finished a homework / assignment / paper in the shopping center or philcoa&lt;br /&gt;(X) had mountains of unused sample exams and/or old testaments &lt;em&gt;(NATSCI!!!)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(X) resolved to be "better this semester"&lt;br /&gt;(X) slept during a test &lt;em&gt;(Math17 ko talaga, the best! Haay)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(X) had groupmates from hell&lt;br /&gt;(X) learned how to work with groupmates from hell &lt;em&gt;(Sobra kong malas sa groupmates except sa kada)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;( ) perfected the art of parking on campus&lt;br /&gt;( ) had a bad encounter with one of the guards on campus&lt;br /&gt;(X) developed a love for sisig&lt;br /&gt;(X) practiced those UP cheers in the first meeting for PE class&lt;br /&gt;(X) looked at microfilms in the library or poked through archives&lt;br /&gt;(X) reserved a classroom, AVR, etc. for a class or org function&lt;br /&gt;(X) attended UP Fair&lt;br /&gt;(X) went to a library other than your own college's to research&lt;br /&gt;(X) lost a perfectly functioning umbrella&lt;br /&gt;( ) used consultation hours properly&lt;br /&gt;( ) went to the Guidance Office for real, heart-to-heart guidance&lt;br /&gt;(X) went to the infirmary&lt;br /&gt;( ) attend class with a hangover&lt;br /&gt;( ) drink beer or alcohol while inside UP grounds&lt;br /&gt;( ) walked all the way to Philcoa or Katipunan from UP&lt;br /&gt;( ) buy frogs from NSRI or a Bio department...&lt;br /&gt;( ) maxed out on the 6 allowed unexcused absences but DID NOT drop&lt;br /&gt;(X) got invited or pursued by a sorority or fraternity&lt;br /&gt;(X) wore slippers to school&lt;br /&gt;( ) had a professor who smoked in class&lt;br /&gt;( ) got diagnosed by the Infirmary as pregnant or infected with STD.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11662929-115062888529509784?l=wildflower05.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wildflower05.blogspot.com/feeds/115062888529509784/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11662929&amp;postID=115062888529509784' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11662929/posts/default/115062888529509784'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11662929/posts/default/115062888529509784'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wildflower05.blogspot.com/2006/06/when-it-rains-it-pours-last-week-i-was.html' title=''/><author><name>goddess roan</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v31/godes5/smiles65.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11662929.post-114993927723217719</id><published>2006-06-10T19:28:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-10T19:40:40.256+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Long week… Long weekend?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Two Half-days. One Sick Leave. Three interviews. Two companies. Offered Salary by Tuesday (next week)over the phone. Hopefully Contract Signing by Wednesday. CPG Presentation. Issue of Merging/Transferring flamed. Actuarial’s Despedida for Ma’am Ai. Lunchdate with Ma’am Edel at Yellow Cab. Guilt and Bitterness arguing. Opinions everywhere. Sentiments shared and expressed. My wants still uncertain. Tons of What Ifs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Friday Household. GK Empowerment. Dentist visit forever postponed. GK Immersion on Monday. Monday Date - cancelled.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One thing’s for sure… I’m outta here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S.&lt;br /&gt;I passed by Sanrio this weekend. And I heart heart heart Hello Kitty AGAIN!!! I just cant seem to overgrow my bein a Hello Kitty fan.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11662929-114993927723217719?l=wildflower05.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wildflower05.blogspot.com/feeds/114993927723217719/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11662929&amp;postID=114993927723217719' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11662929/posts/default/114993927723217719'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11662929/posts/default/114993927723217719'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wildflower05.blogspot.com/2006/06/long-week-long-weekend-two-half-days.html' title=''/><author><name>goddess roan</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v31/godes5/smiles65.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11662929.post-114908443971751772</id><published>2006-05-31T22:01:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-31T22:07:19.743+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Random…&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--@ I miss my gym-mate – &lt;strong&gt;TIEPEE&lt;/strong&gt;! Today, I was sooo bored doin my exercises. Blah!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--@ If a good opportunity comes knocking, am a grab it. But I did like the proposal from the other department, we’ll see.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--@ My boss edited my resume. Yes, MY BOSS did. Steeg noh?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--@ We waited for til the X-MEN credits for a very brief scene. Grrr! Hehe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--@ Tomorrow is RED SHIRT DAY!!! Bwahaha! We are after all ISKA/O.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--@ Quotable Quote from my Dad: &lt;em&gt;“Always prepare for the worst but always be ready to make risks”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--@ It’s Jameela’s bday!!! Haburdei, frend! =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--@ It was a 'Hi' cut short. Haay...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--@ Will be having a panel interview on Monday. It will be my first EVER panel interview. *scared* Please pray for me…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--@ Mommy met Mark already. Ü&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11662929-114908443971751772?l=wildflower05.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wildflower05.blogspot.com/feeds/114908443971751772/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11662929&amp;postID=114908443971751772' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11662929/posts/default/114908443971751772'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11662929/posts/default/114908443971751772'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wildflower05.blogspot.com/2006/05/random-i-miss-my-gym-mate-tiepee-today.html' title=''/><author><name>goddess roan</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v31/godes5/smiles65.jpg'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11662929.post-114872737205004392</id><published>2006-05-27T18:48:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-27T18:56:12.076+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Saturday Bum&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Argh!!! I stayed home all Saturday! Well, Saturday ain’t finished yet. I actually have a household mtg around 7pm. But what I hate is missing the &lt;strong&gt;Clusterheads’ Level Up&lt;/strong&gt;! Yes, call me a loser coz I am surely one. I soooo need that nourishment. Aaaaaah!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, since I was just home, I fixed my PC files. Thanks to &lt;strong&gt;Mona&lt;/strong&gt; for the NERO installer, hehe. I labeled all my CDs. I actually stumbled upon the college memoirs from &lt;strong&gt;ELE&lt;/strong&gt; and &lt;strong&gt;STATSOC&lt;/strong&gt;. And I miss both groups, I swear!!! After hearing the Blockada’s theme song that all so match our bond, I missed them so. It super brought all our memories together especially when College was just starting. I mean to my heart when I say I would really want to be standing at the beginning with you. So know that wherever you are, though you’re in Chicago, there is someone in SunValley who would love to be a part of your life. Argh, cheesy but I am sincere. And as to Statsoc, it indeed was a journey. I was softened and toughened all at the same time during my stay especially during my term. If I have to do it all over again, I’d still apply for STATSOC.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v31/godes5/magical_christmas.jpg" border="0" alt="A Magical Christmas" hspace="5" vspace="5" align="left" width="60" height="80" &gt;&lt;/a&gt;And must I say, I finished reading my 2nd book for the month. Woohoo! Hehe. Never mind the title being untimely but it was opportune for me as I’ve been trying to contemplate on what is important in Life. Nice read, promise. Ü&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/11662929-114872737205004392?l=wildflower05.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wildflower05.blogspot.com/feeds/114872737205004392/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11662929&amp;postID=114872737205004392' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11662929/posts/default/114872737205004392'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11662929/posts/default/114872737205004392'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wildflower05.blogspot.com/2006/05/saturday-bum-argh-i-stayed-home-all.html' title=''/><author><name>goddess roan</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v31/godes5/smiles65.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11662929.post-114857053392665587</id><published>2006-05-25T22:54:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-25T23:35:11.003+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Being Obedient…&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everyone is leaving…..&lt;br /&gt;I got so depressed because I didn’t want to be the last one left…&lt;br /&gt;But God spoke through a very important person…&lt;br /&gt;And yes, Lord, we have a deal…&lt;br /&gt;I will stop whining and try my best to be patient….&lt;br /&gt;I hear You when You say, “Slowly but Surely”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*****&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;GALERA NG MGA OLDIES…&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nyahaha! I can’t help but laugh with my title. As if super old, they – we just happened to be the ‘ate(s)’ and ‘kuya(s)’ in B9….&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; It was super fun because Mark came with me and the rest of the gang was super warm to him… He super enjoyed their company that I really can leave him alone with the boys.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v31/godes5/DSC02719.jpg" border="0" alt="tawang-tawa" height="100" width="150"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v31/godes5/DSC02723.jpg " border="0" alt="takpan si Jaja" height="100" width="150"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v31/godes5/DSC02715.jpg" border="0" alt="babae ni Caloy" height="100" width="150"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v31/godes5/DSC02704.jpg" border="0" alt="beauties" height="100" width="150"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; All girls were in two-piece!!! Sorry to have emphasized that but one out of the three of us never wore 2-piece til that trip! Yay! Plus her back was lovely, I took pictures of it but she deleted them… Hehe, one at a time&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Snorkling!!! First time for most of us!!! Weee!!! It was super fun!!! BUT my rubber went off. Grrrr!!! I had to stop. *wenk wenk*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v31/godes5/DSC02706.jpg" border="0" alt="SNORKLING!!!" height="100" width="150"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v31/godes5/DSC02748.jpg " border="0" alt="si Alex kasi..." height="100" width="150"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v31/godes5/DSC02757.jpg" border="0" alt="group1" height="100" width="150"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v31/godes5/DSC02765.jpg" border="0" alt="group2" height="100" width="150"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Not a NightLife like that of my beach bitches… But not bad… Daming nag-QT. haha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Banana boat’s time was cut short. They had to bring us back to shore after the second plunge… Actually, we had 3 plummets but the 2nd one, only the last three fell. I was not one of them. Woohoo! Hehe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v31/godes5/DSC02781.jpg" border="0" height="100" width="150"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v31/godes5/DSC02784.jpg " border="0" alt="survivors with ñigz" height="100" width="150"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v31/godes5/DSC02782.jpg" border="0" alt="first fall" height="100" width="150"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v31/godes5/DSC02792.jpg" border="0" alt="boys" height="100" width="150"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Boys bonded in front of the boat. They waited til the boat docked. Curious boys…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Chomping Galore!!! We ate too much they had problem drinking Mindoro Sling! But I swear food was superb!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v31/godes5/DSC02744.jpg" border="0" height="100" width="150"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v31/godes5/DSC02747.jpg " border="0"  height="100" width="150"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v31/godes5/DSC02725.jpg" border="0"  height="100" width="150"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v31/godes5/DSC02726.jpg" border="0" height="100" width="150"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; SUNSET!!! See it?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11662929-114857053392665587?l=wildflower05.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wildflower05.blogspot.com/feeds/114857053392665587/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11662929&amp;postID=114857053392665587' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11662929/posts/default/114857053392665587'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11662929/posts/default/114857053392665587'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wildflower05.blogspot.com/2006/05/being-obedient-everyone-is-leaving.html' title=''/><author><name>goddess roan</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v31/godes5/smiles65.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11662929.post-114770033453580966</id><published>2006-05-15T21:16:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-15T21:38:54.560+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;JOLOGS&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Daddy asked me what this word meant. You know why he asked? Because I called him jologs this morning, hehe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This morning I found pictures of my dad grinning right next to Vinz and Duncan of South Border. They had a concert there last weekend and because Daddy knows how much Kae and I loved the band he was willing to be tagged along to the concert. And oops, did I say he even had the 'somethin' signed for me and Kae, wehehe! I can't wait to see the dedications, hehe. But I swear, my dad's looks can compete to theirs. His grins were the sole giveaway that indeed he's a fan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh and btw, my real fave from the band is Jay. Dad failed to notice that last time we were in Music Museum.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img height="100" alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v31/godes5/sborder_024.jpg" width="150" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img height="100" alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v31/godes5/sborder_023.jpg" width="150" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img height="100" alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v31/godes5/sborder_028.jpg" width="150" 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/11662929-114770033453580966?l=wildflower05.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wildflower05.blogspot.com/feeds/114770033453580966/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11662929&amp;postID=114770033453580966' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11662929/posts/default/114770033453580966'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11662929/posts/default/114770033453580966'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wildflower05.blogspot.com/2006/05/jologs-daddy-asked-me-what-this-word.html' title=''/><author><name>goddess roan</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v31/godes5/smiles65.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11662929.post-114752172118554007</id><published>2006-05-13T19:50:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-13T20:02:01.196+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Lav it!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--@ WEATHER TODAY!!! Emphasis on today being a weekend and not being the weekend where I’m supposed to spend walking by the beach, hehe. At the very moment I am enjoying hot chocolate with doughnuts!!! Yum!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--@ REMINISCIN good ol college days with Blockada over PIZZA. It was so much fun rekindling those times with the people who made those memories more beautiful. I swear! I could go on harking back to the ‘era’&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--@ HIPHOP GRIND!!! Highlights of my Fitness First streak. One of the highlights of my week. After trying the class, I find cardios boring, hehe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--@ HIM texting a message full of I LOVE YOU right after my refusal to say it over the phone… *blush*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--@ SHOES!!! Though I bought only a pair, I’m glad I was able to make use of the sale. Hope my feet would do just fine with my new pair, hehe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--@ my &lt;a href="http://www.friendster.com/profiles/"&gt;FRIENDSTER PROFILE&lt;/a&gt;! Haven’t been updating it much lately, but now I changed my layout and I heat heart heart it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--@ NANAY!!! She is the mother. She has treated us and love us more than she had to. Happy Mother’s Day po!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--@ my UPYFC YUPPIES! They keep me sane and company in the office. Plus, I get to still be in the loop of the happenings around, wehehe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--@ Life! Really, I’m living and loving it. My savings can attest on how I live life to the fullest, nyarks!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11662929-114752172118554007?l=wildflower05.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wildflower05.blogspot.com/feeds/114752172118554007/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11662929&amp;postID=114752172118554007' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11662929/posts/default/114752172118554007'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11662929/posts/default/114752172118554007'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wildflower05.blogspot.com/2006/05/lav-it-weather-today-emphasis-on-today.html' title=''/><author><name>goddess roan</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v31/godes5/smiles65.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11662929.post-114735489873257660</id><published>2006-05-11T21:34:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-11T21:41:38.760+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;kilala na kita&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;di ako makapaniwalang ikaw yun... di mo rin siguro inaasahan na makikilala kita. palibhasa bagong blogger ka pa lang, di mo siguro alam na mattrace kasa IP add mo... sa susunod na gagawin mo yun, mag-ingat ka. gumamit ng ibang PC, siguraduhing malinis ang trabaho... kasi nakakahiya ka... all this time kala ko matalino ka...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;di ko alam kung ano ginawa ko syo at sinabihan mo ako ng ganun ngayon...pero isa lang masasabi ko syo... nakakapanghina ka kasi todo-todo angkaplastikan mo... todo-todo talaga...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nagawa mo pang magtag uli sa freedback ko at sabihin lang ang "HI." Mas obvious tuloy dahil di ka man lang nag-react sa huling entry ko.... Haaay, bat me plastic este taong tulad mo....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kilala na kita! Kilala na kita! Oo, ikaw! Oo, ikaw! Ikaw! Ikaw! Plastik!Plastik!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;*hingang malalim*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11662929-114735489873257660?l=wildflower05.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wildflower05.blogspot.com/feeds/114735489873257660/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11662929&amp;postID=114735489873257660' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11662929/posts/default/114735489873257660'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11662929/posts/default/114735489873257660'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wildflower05.blogspot.com/2006/05/kilala-na-kita-di-ako-makapaniwalang.html' title=''/><author><name>goddess roan</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v31/godes5/smiles65.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11662929.post-114691090880667465</id><published>2006-05-06T18:18:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-06T19:18:20.693+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;to Anonymous&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bilib na sana ako sayo kung nilagay mo ang pangalan mo. Anonymous pala a, baka duwag. Chicken shit!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alam mo I can take critics because I am the worst critic of myself. You have no idea how hard I am to myself. I would be thankful pa nga after the tinge of pain because I know I can redirect the bad comment. Pero I would refuse to give you any credit kasi you obviously, intentionally broadcasted your &lt;strong&gt;insecurities &lt;/strong&gt;to me. Wahaha! Grow up, "dear."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At sabi nga ng friend ko, whoever accuses someone of being feeling religious is a prick. Cast the first stone!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Will now be using Freedback, so no anonymous can go mocking me in my own crib...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*breathe in, breathe out*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11662929-114691090880667465?l=wildflower05.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wildflower05.blogspot.com/feeds/114691090880667465/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11662929&amp;postID=114691090880667465' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11662929/posts/default/114691090880667465'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11662929/posts/default/114691090880667465'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wildflower05.blogspot.com/2006/05/to-anonymous-bilib-na-sana-ako-sayo.html' title=''/><author><name>goddess roan</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v31/godes5/smiles65.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11662929.post-114658326467885474</id><published>2006-05-02T23:07:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-02T23:29:13.253+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;I can't wait for this day.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Look at this picture.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v31/godes5/pic19090.jpg" align="center" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Looking at it makes me beam big time! Just the thought of it makes my heart jump for joy. Even if I'm not sure how life is in Heaven, even if I'm not sure how a day pass in Heaven, I really live to make it there&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haaay.... Remembering a YFC song...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You died on the cross&lt;br /&gt;My life you saved at all cost&lt;br /&gt;You showed me the way&lt;br /&gt;NOw I offer myself to you&lt;br /&gt;I want to be with you evermore&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lord, I wanna be in heaven with you&lt;br /&gt;Right by your side I'll stay&lt;br /&gt;Worshipping you all day&lt;br /&gt;I would live and die for you&lt;br /&gt;Anything I will do, for heaven is here in my heart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Heaven is here... Heaven is here....&lt;br /&gt;For heaven is here in my heart&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lord, hear me, I really wanna be in heaven with you...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*****&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'd like to share the story that made me emote this way, hehe...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;    ~DEATH~&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;WHAT A WONDERFUL WAY TO EXPLAIN IT!!!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;A sick man turned to his doctor, as he was preparing to leave the examination room and said,    "Doctor, I am afraid to die. Tell me what lies on the other side." Very quietly, the doctor said, "I don't know." &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;"You don't know? You, a Christian man, do not know what is on the other side?" &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;The doctor was holding the handle of the door;  on the other side came a sound of scratching and whining, and as he opened the door, a dog sprang into the room and leaped on him with an eager show of gladness. Turning to the patient, the doctor said, "Did you notice my dog? He didn't know what was inside. He knew nothing except that his master was here, and when the door opened, he sprang in without fear. I know little of what is on the other side of death, but I do know one thing... I know my Master is there and that is enough." &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11662929-114658326467885474?l=wildflower05.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wildflower05.blogspot.com/feeds/114658326467885474/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11662929&amp;postID=114658326467885474' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11662929/posts/default/114658326467885474'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11662929/posts/default/114658326467885474'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wildflower05.blogspot.com/2006/05/i-cant-wait-for-this-day.html' title=''/><author><name>goddess roan</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v31/godes5/smiles65.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11662929.post-114597604741858139</id><published>2006-04-25T22:32:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-04-25T23:05:36.240+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Today&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Today...Today, my boss was out. So I was sooo bored and yes, unproductive. Haaay.... I have loads of things to accomplish. First two on the list requires her disposition at all time. So I only accomplished insignificant preparations for those projects. My goodness, waiting for the time has never been that long.&lt;br /&gt;It could also have been a time for me to visit him in UP. I can leave early to meet him but that would cut his studying hours because unfortunately, he has exams tomorrow. Plus, he has other commitments to juggle with it e. Haay, we are both “busy”. Oh well. Good thing, we bought oodles of patience.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today, &lt;a href="http://hippiechick.tk"&gt;Tiepee&lt;/a&gt; leaves her most loved "year." Yup, plus one to her wonderful years. Happy Birthday, Byotch! Nevah evah doubt that I care for yousooo much!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today, there are no meetings with YFC. Rest day from all the preparations for the camp this weekend...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today, I was at home and eager to see my Derek. But he did not have any scene in Panday today! My sister said his part is already over. I can’t be! Waaah! I haven’t indulged myself to his action and to his bod yet!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today, I again received a text message worth posting and sharing:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;A happy thought: someday someone will walk into your life and make you realize why it never worked out with anyone else…. TRUE Ü&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;*****&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Btw, I'm just proud to say that &lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Fred&lt;/span&gt; and&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt; Bam&lt;/span&gt; in PBB Teen Edition are part of our Cluster in YFC. I can vouch that they have good hearts. I'm just a little scared for them if they can stand to the "convictions" of YFC. A lot of eyes are already watching them....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11662929-114597604741858139?l=wildflower05.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wildflower05.blogspot.com/feeds/114597604741858139/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11662929&amp;postID=114597604741858139' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11662929/posts/default/114597604741858139'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11662929/posts/default/114597604741858139'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wildflower05.blogspot.com/2006/04/today-today.html' title=''/><author><name>goddess roan</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v31/godes5/smiles65.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11662929.post-114566674952026776</id><published>2006-04-22T08:40:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-04-23T09:32:46.230+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Love and Relationship 101:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;There's always a possibility that a person can get attracted to&lt;br /&gt;another...&lt;br /&gt;It's human nature...It's not wrong...&lt;br /&gt;But that's why your in a commitment, you discipline yourself...&lt;br /&gt;One may be attracted to numerous prospects &amp; it's just ok...&lt;br /&gt;As long as you don't nurse the feeling &amp;amp; won't do something about&lt;br /&gt;it...&lt;br /&gt;Borderline between cheating &amp; faithfulness...&lt;br /&gt;Recognize the reality that you already have the person that can give you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;more than what you get for the cheap thrills of attraction.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/center&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got this text from a friend out of YM, hehe. And as I was reading and after I finished, I found myself just nodding to its every word. Yes, I believe that staying in a relationship takes more than love. It is also about commitment. Love is easy to get, people can fall in and out of love each day. Commitment is tougher. It is a decision you make to love no one else, no matter what happens, even when love is seemingly not present, or even if it truly is no longer there. So I believe that for a lifetime partner, we should seek for the someone who respects us more than they love us. We should look for the one who can take care of us, most especially our name. Find someone you can entrust your name and you're sure your name is safe with that person.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haay, if not for my Dad's wish to move to the States, I can make such commitment, a lifetime one. But honestly, I'm not sure we can make it though I really hope we could. I'm sounding really cheesy but we don't feel like 7wks, we feel like forever. I feel like I've been with you and that I've known you for a long time and I hope it could last more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*****&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Congratulations Graduates!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yey!!! I'm soo excited for all of you as you embark another chapter in your life! God bless!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I congratulated someone thru text. I expressed how proud I am of her. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Her reply, &lt;em&gt;"ako dn, super proud dn ako na ate &amp;amp; buddy kita."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;Sweeeet. But as I told you, I really wasn't fishing that time but your message was sweet, honey. Sweet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11662929-114566674952026776?l=wildflower05.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wildflower05.blogspot.com/feeds/114566674952026776/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11662929&amp;postID=114566674952026776' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11662929/posts/default/114566674952026776'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11662929/posts/default/114566674952026776'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wildflower05.blogspot.com/2006/04/love-and-relationship-101-theres.html' title=''/><author><name>goddess roan</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v31/godes5/smiles65.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11662929.post-114346476548263289</id><published>2006-03-27T20:52:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-27T21:26:28.093+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Speak To&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rule in Prepositions:&lt;br /&gt;When one use “&lt;strong&gt;speak&lt;/strong&gt;”, preposition is always “&lt;strong&gt;with&lt;/strong&gt;”; for “&lt;strong&gt;talk&lt;/strong&gt;”, it’s always “&lt;strong&gt;to&lt;/strong&gt;”. This was what I remember from Communication courses. I have believed it religiously til this afternoon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am on training til tomorrow. It’s for Business Writing and we were reviewed about prepositions. My goodness! I like told my group mates that I am 100% positive with “speak with.” Thank God she considered either answers or I’ll look like a complete idiot. So much for 100% positivity!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just in case some of you also need enlightenment:&lt;br /&gt;“&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;With&lt;/span&gt;” is used when one intends to enter a conversation or to elicit a response. Otherwise use the “&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;To&lt;/span&gt;” preposition. Alrighty?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Top 8&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I received a message in &lt;a href="http://www.myspace.com/roan_gurl"&gt;MySPace&lt;/a&gt; asking me how I made it to Evanescence’s Top 8. Well, I have no idea! Haha! I did even notice that I was in their Top 8. But for whatever reason, I am truly flattered. No wonder many people have been adding me up to their list, hehe.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11662929-114346476548263289?l=wildflower05.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wildflower05.blogspot.com/feeds/114346476548263289/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11662929&amp;postID=114346476548263289' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11662929/posts/default/114346476548263289'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11662929/posts/default/114346476548263289'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wildflower05.blogspot.com/2006/03/speak-to-rule-in-prepositions-when-one.html' title=''/><author><name>goddess roan</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v31/godes5/smiles65.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11662929.post-114337881970745437</id><published>2006-03-26T21:08:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-26T21:13:39.720+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;OLD and PROUD…&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You got that right. My cousin, Vince, whom I can clearly remember to be carrying in my arms when he was still a toddler, is entering College. And he is not entering just any university. He was admitted to the State University of the Philippines. Not to mention that his course is ECE, truly remarkable!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also, Carina-Regine-Christian gave their first talk today. I was not able to hear them but am full of pride still. I saw there kids from their Youth Camp. I saw them as silent participants wandering in during the camp. And now, they are the leaders. They are the new generation. Oh and did I mention that Carina was even in my discussion group during her camp. Cute huh?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This afternoon I had a conversation with my tito-cousin, hehe. We basically grew together since I always spend my summer in their house. We were discussing how time is turning very fast but we don’t seem to grow as fast. I am pretty sure I have matured but as he said we are still immature in a way. We are still not very ready to face the world. Haay, he can be so true. I have long been dying to move to the States but I know I am not ready. I would have no helper there and I am not used to have none. I loathe the 4-words. Four words such as IRON, WASH, DUST…. But I swear I’m to start learning now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, can I just share that I tried ironing my skirt this morning. But when our helper saw me and smelled what I was doin, she immediately took it from me because I conditioned it too hot it might fuse with my clothes. Yikes, so much for a start. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11662929-114337881970745437?l=wildflower05.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wildflower05.blogspot.com/feeds/114337881970745437/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11662929&amp;postID=114337881970745437' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11662929/posts/default/114337881970745437'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11662929/posts/default/114337881970745437'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wildflower05.blogspot.com/2006/03/old-and-proud-you-got-that-right.html' title=''/><author><name>goddess roan</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v31/godes5/smiles65.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11662929.post-114322661672993814</id><published>2006-03-25T02:35:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-25T03:07:04.903+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;UPDATES&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;My goodness it has been almost a month since I last posted an entry here…. I go online but I’ve been busy with a lot of things (Yuck, as if!). A lot has happened since March 5 and just to update you (have patience in reading)…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--&gt; Karen is in Chicago freezing herself, hehe. But seriously, our princess left already and we could only be wishing to see each other again. In time, dahlin.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;--&gt; Went to Batangas and had a very relaxing and reviving weekend with mah ladies. Just check &lt;a href="http://hippiechick.tk"&gt;TP’s blog &lt;/a&gt;for more details and pix.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;--&gt; Went water-skiing (cabled) in Batangas (same trip as in 2), I just need to put emphasis on this one. It was my first time and boy was it superb. I knew the moment I left the resort that I shall be returning.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;--&gt; We had dinner at DELRO’s for Christian’s birthday. Their house is like second home already even if I don’t get to visit it often. Maybe because Hotshots is very well loved and appreciated by their family. Awwww, thanks!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;--&gt; We have a new family member in Hotshots, “&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;COLE&lt;/span&gt;,” our new Cluster Kuya. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;--&gt; Finally finished Aprils’ racket. One of the reasons, I’m frequently online but occupied.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;--&gt; Had a successful Cluster assembly despite the absence of SIGA and HIGHSCHOOL. Thanks everyone.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;--&gt; Body Scrub at Fitness First. Amazing and truly relaxing…. Super worth the 500 bucks.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;--&gt; My Tita and co. had arrived and gone for the the States.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;--&gt; Had 2 consecutive nights of Makati Shangri-la Circles’ Buffet. Waaaah! I am positive I have gained weight! Eeeeks!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;--&gt; Night swim at Shangri-la. I put on sando on top of my two-piece since I really feel bloated but guess what, it’s prohibited. The ‘lifeguard’ made me takes it off.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;--&gt; Third Weeksary, baby. Wahaha!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;--&gt; Our only boy in the department is actually and finally courting someone officially. Whooops, sorry for the announcement.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;--&gt; I cried in the office. Yuck, such a crybaby. But really, if you are getting tired of fixing and debugging your program, I sure am just as tired testing it over and over again. You have no idea how tiring my tasks are so stop holding me accountable for everything. We're all corporate slaves here. I see you got worried I’ll be out for two days. You should’ve been nicer, I might have considered taking OT. Miss me and see my worth.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;--&gt; Someone has been very untruthful and deceitful. I swear! How can she lie that hard?! Im a stick to what I gave her as a consequence. Pasensyahan na.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img height="100" alt="after night swim" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v31/godes5/pic23986.jpg" width="150" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img height="100" alt="water ski-ers" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v31/godes5/IMG_3899.jpg" width="150" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img height="100" alt="enjoying desserts @ CIRCLES" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v31/godes5/kiersten.jpg" width="150" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img height="100" alt="Michael" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v31/godes5/ABCD0017.jpg" width="150" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11662929-114322661672993814?l=wildflower05.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wildflower05.blogspot.com/feeds/114322661672993814/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11662929&amp;postID=114322661672993814' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11662929/posts/default/114322661672993814'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11662929/posts/default/114322661672993814'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wildflower05.blogspot.com/2006/03/updates-karen-is-in-chicago-freezing.html' title=''/><author><name>goddess roan</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v31/godes5/smiles65.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11662929.post-114155953349633021</id><published>2006-03-05T19:38:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-05T20:20:49.900+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;I WANT&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Sealed with a Kiss" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v31/godes5/smiles30.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-&gt; more McDo Hello Kitty stamps. I swear! Please be kind to give me the ‘BORN TO LOVE’ stamp. I only have the ‘SEALED WITH A KISS’ and I’m thrilled.&lt;br /&gt;-&gt; more time with Keka, more gimmicks and to at least execute all our hotel, overnight, tagaytay, and beach plans before we really move on…. BUT she’s leaving in exactly 7 days.&lt;br /&gt;-&gt; HOLIDAYS!!!&lt;br /&gt;-&gt; a car of any model as long as it is not stick-shift. I swear! It’s more of a need than it is a want.&lt;br /&gt;-&gt; WORLD PEACE! (how beauty queen, but I mean it)&lt;br /&gt;-&gt; &lt;a href="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v31/godes5/1stpic.jpg"&gt;us&lt;/a&gt; to last forever&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;CHEERS!!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Congrats to the new set of &lt;strong&gt;STATSOC BOD&lt;/strong&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;Tal-Riva-Kim-Honeypie-&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Mark&lt;/span&gt;-Jean-Mabel-Anna-Noemi-Renzy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Congrats to &lt;strong&gt;Rosselle&lt;/strong&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;Good Job on your concert! Am super proud of you! Pero muntik na ko maiiyak nung di ka namin makita dahil nilamon ka na ng mga friends mo. Yes, ng ibang friends mo. But hey, I can really only be prouder, nagpakasentimental lang…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Iba kang emcee! Dami adlib! At wala akong masabi sa tiyan mo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img height="200" alt="ganda ng lights" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v31/godes5/smiles44.jpg" width="250" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img height="200" alt="flowers to Rosselle" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v31/godes5/rosselle.jpg" width="250" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img height="200" alt="shany-roan-diane" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v31/godes5/smiles29_1.jpg" width="250" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11662929-114155953349633021?l=wildflower05.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wildflower05.blogspot.com/feeds/114155953349633021/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11662929&amp;postID=114155953349633021' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11662929/posts/default/114155953349633021'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11662929/posts/default/114155953349633021'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wildflower05.blogspot.com/2006/03/i-want-us-to-last-forever-cheers.html' title=''/><author><name>goddess roan</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v31/godes5/smiles65.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11662929.post-114122682428673347</id><published>2006-03-01T23:22:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-01T23:27:04.300+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;CHANGES&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;1 &lt;/span&gt;– I cut my bangs. Yes, I did not have it cut. I personally cut it. But of course, after work I went straight to the salon. And yes, I cut my hair in the office. Wahaha! Talk about answering to a sudden desire.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="My Hair Lock" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v31/godes5/smiles29.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;2&lt;/span&gt; – Im a be less talkative now. I swear! Haha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;3&lt;/span&gt; – Real change very soon…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;4&lt;/span&gt; – My EX has been texting daily gain. And he also has been doing the same to the girl he was with after me, wahaha! I remember her asking me what could the guy be up to. I pondered and I realized I know exactly why, hehe.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11662929-114122682428673347?l=wildflower05.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wildflower05.blogspot.com/feeds/114122682428673347/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11662929&amp;postID=114122682428673347' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11662929/posts/default/114122682428673347'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11662929/posts/default/114122682428673347'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wildflower05.blogspot.com/2006/03/changes-1-i-cut-my-bangs.html' title=''/><author><name>goddess roan</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v31/godes5/smiles65.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11662929.post-114080154704500092</id><published>2006-02-25T01:08:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-02-25T01:19:07.063+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;For You:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;Am super happy you didn’t turn down the dinner invitation because of me. We’ll get there… ;)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I must admit that when I speak of you I still feel the bitterness. I hope one day I can fully forgive you and not harbor anymore bitterness. I swear! You irritate me!&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;You are sooo brave! I have to really admire you for that. If I was your position, I must have cried my tear glands dry. But hey, who knows, you may be crying that hard, and get your strength from there.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I was jumpy that time which is in much favor to you, hehe&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;It was good we didn’t meet. Ayala Ave was crazy. But I sure miss you, most especially at tiems like this...&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;To all of you, take extra precautions, ok?&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11662929-114080154704500092?l=wildflower05.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wildflower05.blogspot.com/feeds/114080154704500092/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11662929&amp;postID=114080154704500092' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11662929/posts/default/114080154704500092'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11662929/posts/default/114080154704500092'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wildflower05.blogspot.com/2006/02/for-you-am-super-happy-you-didnt-turn.html' title=''/><author><name>goddess roan</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v31/godes5/smiles65.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11662929.post-114053221633925279</id><published>2006-02-21T22:21:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-02-22T22:38:05.773+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;3 IDs in 6MONTHS&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="IDs" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v31/godes5/pic04966.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The one on the left is my very first ID. I had to change it since there have been internal transfers. I was transfered in papers from BPI Family Bank to BPI Cards.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My second ID was lost on my first day of using it... Galeeeng!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My third is the one I am currently using now. Wehehe, try looking closely, my face is soooo white, hehe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;******&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Twins&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Which one is me? Hehe....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img height="300" alt="Roan - Shalene" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v31/godes5/kambal.jpg" width="400" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;I swear when I saw these pix, I was confused myself. I was complaining coz I thought I was the blurred one in the pic on the left. It took awhile before we both recognized our own faces. Funny noh?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me hawig ako ke Shalene! Ganda ko pala ;)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11662929-114053221633925279?l=wildflower05.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wildflower05.blogspot.com/feeds/114053221633925279/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11662929&amp;postID=114053221633925279' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11662929/posts/default/114053221633925279'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11662929/posts/default/114053221633925279'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wildflower05.blogspot.com/2006/02/3-ids-in-6months-one-on-left-is-my.html' title=''/><author><name>goddess roan</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v31/godes5/smiles65.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11662929.post-114035695085781550</id><published>2006-02-19T21:43:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-02-19T22:07:54.820+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Through the years...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We have been friends for 7 years now…. Yes, it has been that long. And yes, we must admit that we don’t get the chance to see each other often, as in not often at all. We have all matured and changed since secondary but when we get together like what happened in Atos, we still click the same. We found new friends, most of you have boyfriends but we never failed to have faith in each other. We know that we'll always have each others back. When we meet, we showed no pretensions of who we have become for we’re at ease we’d be accepted just the same…. Sobra! I really felt at home and at ease. We picked up exactly where we left off.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And as I said to all of you today, no matter how busy I maybe, when a time arises that you need me most, I’ll super get out of my way to help you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love you gels sooo…. Take care always...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Happy Anniversary!" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v31/godes5/foryears.jpg"  width="400" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;*****&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;I felt like a mom awhile ago when Regine shared during the Sector Assemly. I was so proud of her because her sharing was indeed full. If only many people paid attention...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11662929-114035695085781550?l=wildflower05.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wildflower05.blogspot.com/feeds/114035695085781550/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11662929&amp;postID=114035695085781550' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11662929/posts/default/114035695085781550'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11662929/posts/default/114035695085781550'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wildflower05.blogspot.com/2006/02/through-years.html' title=''/><author><name>goddess roan</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v31/godes5/smiles65.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11662929.post-114023272554718332</id><published>2006-02-18T11:04:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-02-19T00:33:43.620+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Sa Text:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Di ko na kasi nakikita ang dating happy roan sa mga mata mo. Tsaka dati di ka pumapayag na tinetake for granted ka.Well, sabagay marami naming dapat nagbago.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haaay, damang-dama ko ang sermon nya kahapon. Muntik na nga ko maiyak sa office e. Nasabi nya siguro yun kasi he cared so much, grabe nga naman ang panunuyo nya sakin noon tas ngayon sa lalaking ito, haaay. But don’t worry I’ve made a decision the night before to end that katangahan… Haay, right love at the wrong timbang drama.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Sa Email Exchange:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(from most recent)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Me&lt;/span&gt;:&lt;br /&gt;di pa po ayos ang scoring.... haaay&lt;br /&gt;sana nga di mangyari sakin yun. hehe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Him&lt;/span&gt;:&lt;br /&gt;that wont happen to you. kaw yan eh. parang priceless gem. :)&lt;br /&gt;wag ka makukulitan sa akin. ganito lang ako ma fall. hahaha&lt;br /&gt;ano gawa mo? ok na ba yung scoring nyo? na shoot na ba lahat...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Me&lt;/span&gt;:&lt;br /&gt;beautiful daw o....&lt;br /&gt;anyway, kaya nga e. i cant blame my soon-to-be-hubby if magfall sya to a&lt;br /&gt;pretty girl.... pero kaloka yun a&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Him&lt;/span&gt;:&lt;br /&gt;stereo type na naman. Why is it that women has a common understanding of&lt;br /&gt;men? hahaha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;dont you think that better reason exist. mullti facet kaya ng reality of&lt;br /&gt;life. :)&lt;br /&gt;can you blame an average guy to fall for a girl as beautiful as you. hahaha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Me&lt;/span&gt;:&lt;br /&gt;lalaki tlaga.... pag ako nagkaasawa, bantay-sarado yun. haha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Him&lt;/span&gt;:&lt;br /&gt;k lang maging sira. :)&lt;br /&gt;worth it naman ang reason.hahaha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Me&lt;/span&gt;:&lt;br /&gt;hahaha! sira ka talaga&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Him&lt;/span&gt;:&lt;br /&gt;hay naku, di na ko safe.&lt;br /&gt;bka ma fall na ko.hahaha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Me&lt;/span&gt;:&lt;br /&gt;thank you. wahahaha! feel na feel&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Him&lt;/span&gt;:&lt;br /&gt;pedi.hahaha&lt;br /&gt;d, asa nagdadamit yan.:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Me&lt;/span&gt;:&lt;br /&gt;haha! kelangan pala laging butas likod ko para maganda ko.&lt;br /&gt;nasa damit lang yan, hehe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Him&lt;/span&gt;:&lt;br /&gt;ganda mo naman kapatid.&lt;br /&gt;pedi b sumama sa fair.hahaha. joke&lt;br /&gt;ala na naman magawa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;*hanu ba yan?! sana sa walang asawa naman diba?!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;==============================&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table cellspacing="0" cellpadding="2" width="250" align="center" border="0"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="middle"  style="color:#cddeff;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:12;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Your Personality Is&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td  style="color:#ebf2ff;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Guardian (SJ)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are sensible, down to earth, and goal oriented.&lt;br /&gt;Bottom line, you are good at playing by the rules.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You tend to be dominant - and you are a natural leader.&lt;br /&gt;You are interested in rules and order. Morals are important to you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A hard worker, you give your all at whatever you do.&lt;br /&gt;You're very serious, and people often tell you to lighten up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In love, you tend to take things carefully and slowly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At work, you are suited to almost any career - but you excel in leadership positions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With others, you tend to be polite and formal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As far as looks go, you are traditionally attractive. You take good care of yourself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On weekends, you tend to like to do organized activities. In fact, you often organize them!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/threequestionpersonalitytest/"&gt;The Three Question Personality Test&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11662929-114023272554718332?l=wildflower05.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wildflower05.blogspot.com/feeds/114023272554718332/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11662929&amp;postID=114023272554718332' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11662929/posts/default/114023272554718332'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11662929/posts/default/114023272554718332'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wildflower05.blogspot.com/2006/02/sa-text-di-ko-na-kasi-nakikita-ang.html' title=''/><author><name>goddess roan</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v31/godes5/smiles65.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11662929.post-114001902090105550</id><published>2006-02-15T23:38:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-02-15T23:57:00.930+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;I dyed my hair...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Titigan mo... It's deep mahongay or whatever, hehe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v31/godes5/dyed.jpg" border="0" alt="Image hosting by Photobucket" height="100" width="150" align="center" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;***&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm gonna share to you (whoever reads my blog) this email. It was soootouching... and as much as I learned from it, I hope you do too....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;A boy was born to a couple after eleven  years of marriage. They were a loving couple and the boy was the gem of their  eyes. When the boy was around two years old, one morning the husband saw  a medicine bottle open. He was late for office so he asked his wife to  cap the bottle and keep it in the cupboard. His wife, preoccupied in the  kitchen totally forgot the matter.&lt;br /&gt;The boy saw the bottle and  playfully went to the bottle fascinated by its color and drank it all. It  happened to be a poisonous medicine meant for adults in small dosages. When the child collapsed the mother hurried him to the hospital. He  died. The mother was stunned. She was terrified how she was going to face  her husband. When the distraught father came to the hospital and saw  the dead child,he looked at his wife and uttered just five words&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;QUESTIONS :1. What were the five words ?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;2.  What is the implication of this story?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;ANSWER  The husband just said "I am with you Darling".The husband's totally  unexpected reaction is a proactive behavior. The child is dead. He can  never be brought back to life. There is no point in finding fault with  the mother.Besides, if only he had taken time to keep the bottle away, this  would not have happened. No one is to be blamed. She had also lost  her only child. What she needed at that moment was consolation and sympathy  from the husband. That is what he gave her. If everyone can look at life  with this kind of perspective, there would be much fewer problems in the  world. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11662929-114001902090105550?l=wildflower05.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wildflower05.blogspot.com/feeds/114001902090105550/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11662929&amp;postID=114001902090105550' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11662929/posts/default/114001902090105550'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11662929/posts/default/114001902090105550'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wildflower05.blogspot.com/2006/02/i-dyed-my-hair.html' title=''/><author><name>goddess roan</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v31/godes5/smiles65.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11662929.post-113993253414428473</id><published>2006-02-14T23:49:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-02-18T11:53:30.900+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Not Enough&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I would like to thank Mike for the beautiful poem and the beautiful long-stemmed rose that greeted me in this morning.&lt;br /&gt;I would like to thank the 19th floor boys for giving each girl a white rose.&lt;br /&gt;Thanks to M*** for not looking for me to personally hand the flower. Thank you for just leaving it on my table. Thank you because you are now getting cold feet (in fairness, kinilig ako).&lt;br /&gt;Thank you Kuya Jojo! Thanks for the Cadbury.&lt;br /&gt;Thanks Daniel for the chocolates.(dinamihn mo na nga sana, nahiya ka pa).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But really, no amount of chocolates or flowers can lift me from this depression.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;*Paano mo natiis na di man lang ako batiin?! &lt;sniff&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11662929-113993253414428473?l=wildflower05.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wildflower05.blogspot.com/feeds/113993253414428473/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11662929&amp;postID=113993253414428473' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11662929/posts/default/113993253414428473'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11662929/posts/default/113993253414428473'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wildflower05.blogspot.com/2006/02/not-enough-i-would-like-to-thank-mike.html' title=''/><author><name>goddess roan</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v31/godes5/smiles65.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11662929.post-113949647076570686</id><published>2006-02-09T22:12:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-02-09T23:10:44.476+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Leaving&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dette left na! Mygas! She left na pala! All this time I thought tomorrow would be her flight to work indefinitely in China. I thought she was just leaving, not LEFT! She left with some co-teachers, leaving Olan and her family behind. Mygas! I didn't have a chance to wish her luck. I should've hugged her. I swear! I had all the intentions to visit her tonight. How I wanted to know and hear all her plans! How I wanted to encourage her and lighten confusions and doubts! How I want to see her again! But no! She left na! Will I see her again?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sobrang nag-aalisan na ang mga tao. Eto na ang stage na yun no? When people part ways for greener pastures? for dreams? for whatever? How I wish I'm leaving soon too. I sure am gonna hug our Keka tightly tomorrow night.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11662929-113949647076570686?l=wildflower05.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wildflower05.blogspot.com/feeds/113949647076570686/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11662929&amp;postID=113949647076570686' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11662929/posts/default/113949647076570686'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11662929/posts/default/113949647076570686'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wildflower05.blogspot.com/2006/02/leaving-dette-left-na-mygas-she-left.html' title=''/><author><name>goddess roan</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v31/godes5/smiles65.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11662929.post-113871583620718155</id><published>2006-01-31T21:33:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-01-31T21:57:16.226+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>System Error?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That was their sole excuse for redirecting my line last Sunday and this afternoon. How stupid?! I consented the first time but awhile ago, I was irate. I demanded that he let me speak with an officer. However, he said his supervisor was super busy on another line. I demanded a return call but he can’t guarantee that as well. So all I did was lecture the poor call representative.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hey! Customer is always right! Plus, it was really beleaguering when I can’t make outside calls or text. I am sooo not used to it nor is my lifestyle, hehe. And to reiterate, the incident happened twice since the week started. How is it possible that their system loved my number so much, it has redirected it twice! Someone from there must hate me. How annoying!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;More…&lt;br /&gt;I finished two reports today. Yay! I feel so fulfilled. I came home late, extending my working hours AGAIN but at least I finished it all. I have yet to pass the second report tomorrow before our training in the morning. Just some refinements to do, hehe&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11662929-113871583620718155?l=wildflower05.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wildflower05.blogspot.com/feeds/113871583620718155/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11662929&amp;postID=113871583620718155' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11662929/posts/default/113871583620718155'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11662929/posts/default/113871583620718155'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wildflower05.blogspot.com/2006/01/system-error-that-was-their-sole.html' title=''/><author><name>goddess roan</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v31/godes5/smiles65.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11662929.post-113428982862375321</id><published>2005-12-10T22:17:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-01-29T11:01:11.170+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;New Desktop&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I’ve a new PC. Wahoo! I’ve a new desktop. And I am really happy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Actually, the PC wasn’t what I was expected. I ordered from my Tito Alvin a Desktop with Windows XP, 80GB, 256 RAM ,PentiumIV Processor and a CD-writer. That was all that I specified, hehe, so much for specs huh? So, anyway, when the PC came in, it was a silver black Desktop set. Well, I’ve no protest to the color since I really have no preference but my monitor is only 15’’. That is way smaller than my previous Monitor. I also failed to ask for a flat-screened monitor though I’m not sure if this is flat. I can’t decipher. Gack!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The processor was not PentiumIV either. But he assured me that this processor would be just as fast as they have tested and compared the benchmarks of both processors. He said that this processor is suited for Dial-Ups and for Internet gaming. He said that it is what he has in his Internet Shop. So ok, I really hope he isn’t bluffing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wasn’t able to browse it right away because we installed it around midnight last Thursday. I also went home really late last night because it was BPI Card Banking/CRM/BDW’s Christmas Party! (more stories later) So since this morningI all I did and still is doing at the moment is to download, update and register every program and software.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First ‘Corporate’ Party&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last night was my first Christmas Party with BPI. It was my first Christmas party in the ‘Corporate World.’ And it wasn’t bad at all. I thought it would be stiff but the crowd was a lot more vibrant than I expected. The presentations were hilarious, even the officers were up and game for it. Talents were indeed showcased.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The First Circle Band was there to lead the party. It was so much fun to dance with your officemates and bosses, hehe. We (Shalene, Ice and I) danced around Mike and Sir Daddy. We also grooved with our bosses: Ma’am Charie, Ma’am Edel, Ma’am Aileen, Ma’am Heidi, etc. We also partied with the Credit Group (people we shared 19th floor of BPI Cards with). Speaking of which, one of them danced too close to me (actually, he danced like that with everybody), it was harassing. I tapped out. I wasn’t drunk to put up with that. Hehe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There were also a lot of prizes given away. The biggest prize was a 10K-cash. Ma’am Aileen, Mike and Ice were among the 20 people who won a 5000 load to MasterCard. There were so many prizes but not everyone was fortunate to win. I, on the other hand, maybe considered as one of the privileged few no matter how insignificant my Php500 prize is relative to theirs. I can’t wait for all those people who won to treat us. Hehe! Share your blessings!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can’t believe I enjoyed the party. I even lost my voice due to the excitement and entertainment. I can’t wait for next year’s bash. Corporate Christmas Party = Fun + Dance + Loads of Prizes&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11662929-113428982862375321?l=wildflower05.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wildflower05.blogspot.com/feeds/113428982862375321/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11662929&amp;postID=113428982862375321' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11662929/posts/default/113428982862375321'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11662929/posts/default/113428982862375321'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wildflower05.blogspot.com/2005/12/new-desktop-ive-new-pc.html' title=''/><author><name>goddess roan</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v31/godes5/smiles65.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11662929.post-113370163071376740</id><published>2005-12-04T20:33:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-12-04T21:26:51.566+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Christmas Time&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am super enjoying wrapping gifts. And what adds more to the pleasure is that I have purchased them all from my very own hard-earned money. Uhmm, my savings are thinning by the second but at least I can make my loved ones really happy this Christmas. It is my time to give, ya know. Hehe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I felt like a child this afternoon when I found myself staring at our Christmas tree and humming with the Christmas songs, hehe. Christmas tree is a sufficient Christmas décor for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How I love this season!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;My Time&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;em&gt;The best expression of love is time. It is the most precious gift you can give. When you give someone your time, you are giving him or her a portion of your life that you can never get back. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To be there last Saturday, I had to ask my mother and father to accompany my sister to the dermatologist to have her allergies checked. I had to wake up early to be at the meeting place by 8am where you had me waiting. I spent the whole day there even if I still have a engagement by 830pm, which means I don’t have time to rest. I did not mingle in planning my get-together with my grade school and highschool friends because I was hoping to spend the day with you…but oh well… Gahd, you’ve no idea how precious time is for me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11662929-113370163071376740?l=wildflower05.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wildflower05.blogspot.com/feeds/113370163071376740/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11662929&amp;postID=113370163071376740' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11662929/posts/default/113370163071376740'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11662929/posts/default/113370163071376740'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wildflower05.blogspot.com/2005/12/christmas-time-i-am-super-enjoying.html' title=''/><author><name>goddess roan</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v31/godes5/smiles65.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11662929.post-113327361474359981</id><published>2005-11-29T22:09:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-11-29T22:13:34.766+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Commuting Kills Me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, commuting kills me. Someone please tell me a cheaper means to go to and fro my office without the hassle of traffic. Haaay…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I spend &lt;strong&gt;Php122&lt;/strong&gt; at the very least everyday for transportation. See? And my NMI isn’t that big you know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Plus, I am just starting to collect things for my new lifestyle. Haha!Yuppie! So I’m basically collecting clothes, shoes, bags, and accessories. And really would these buying and hoarding ever stop…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Plus, I’m beginning to get really hooked with make-ups. Yelp!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Funny how my commuting expnses bothers me which happens to be a necessity while I'm not complaining with all the rest of my wants... Life is like that, huh?&lt;br /&gt;I really must devis austerity measures after &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11662929-113327361474359981?l=wildflower05.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wildflower05.blogspot.com/feeds/113327361474359981/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11662929&amp;postID=113327361474359981' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11662929/posts/default/113327361474359981'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11662929/posts/default/113327361474359981'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wildflower05.blogspot.com/2005/11/commuting-kills-me-yes-commuting-kills.html' title=''/><author><name>goddess roan</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v31/godes5/smiles65.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11662929.post-113275475520635837</id><published>2005-11-23T21:54:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-11-23T22:13:30.716+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Today…&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I accidentally edited my blog template and don’t have a back-up file of my template… oh well…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I haven’t been blogging for quite a while. I just can’t organize my thoughts. Hehe..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just bought a lipgloss this evening. It was the most expensive lip-gloss I ever purchased. It taste really good plus the saleslady did a very good job at persuading me. Hehe…And oh, I went to Beauty Bar with &lt;em&gt;Mike&lt;/em&gt;. The saleslady thought we were a couple and insisted that we look alike, nyahaha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And officially, &lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;I am fat&lt;/span&gt;! My pants and my shorts are now skin-tight. I swear! My tummy and my butt is swelling from them. Yikes! Alert! But I don’t want to go on a diet…yet, hehe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My friendster profile has been viewed 100times. Hehe. In fairness, I thought very few people surf the said site. I thought people like me usually just update their profile and bid goodbye to the link, hehe. I dont vistit much of my friends' profile and it really amazes me that many still do 'profile-hop'&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11662929-113275475520635837?l=wildflower05.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wildflower05.blogspot.com/feeds/113275475520635837/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11662929&amp;postID=113275475520635837' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11662929/posts/default/113275475520635837'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11662929/posts/default/113275475520635837'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wildflower05.blogspot.com/2005/11/today-i-accidentally-edited-my-blog.html' title=''/><author><name>goddess roan</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v31/godes5/smiles65.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11662929.post-113000183887170954</id><published>2005-10-23T00:51:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-10-23T01:23:59.283+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Workstations&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have been with BPI for nearly 3 months now. And guess what… Last Thursday, I moved to my third workstation. Nyak! Yes, my third and all I can say is that with every change in station, the area gets noisier and smaller. Haaay… I’d have to start learning to focus with all the endless printing in dot matrix as my background music.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v31/godes5/smiles63.jpg" alt="It's an officer's station" height="200" width="300"/&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v31/godes5/Roan_s_workstation.jpg" alt="my second" height="200" width="300"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v31/godes5/Image_640_.jpg" alt="sakit sa tenga dito" height="200" width="300"&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11662929-113000183887170954?l=wildflower05.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wildflower05.blogspot.com/feeds/113000183887170954/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11662929&amp;postID=113000183887170954' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11662929/posts/default/113000183887170954'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11662929/posts/default/113000183887170954'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wildflower05.blogspot.com/2005/10/workstations-i-have-been-with-bpi-for.html' title=''/><author><name>goddess roan</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v31/godes5/smiles65.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11662929.post-112990520536131246</id><published>2005-10-21T22:27:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-10-21T22:33:25.370+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Tough by God&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am blessed. I know I am.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Growing up, I never lost a father and a mother figure. He sent me 2nd, 3rd, 4th, … parents to help, guide and mold me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don’t have all the talents, I even only have a few but God has blessed me to make the most out of it. I believe I can squeeze it some more but the bottom line is God has opened my eyes to the fact that I am blessed enough to be insecure to others.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have the best sets of friends. I have my high school and grade school friends that I have treasured since forever. I have my dearest &lt;em&gt;blockada&lt;/em&gt;, the set of superb gurls I have matured with and would certainly want to grow old with. I have my boardmates and my officemates that are truly God sent more than they will ever know. I have my &lt;em&gt;mares&lt;/em&gt; in UPYFC, the people I would normally call when down. I hold close friends in all the biggest circles I belong to. Plus I belong to the YFC community where I have met the wonderful youths ever. I have friends who keep me sane, those who keep me grounded, those keep me aspiring and dreaming, those who keep me company, those who keep me laughing and those who keep me living.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I’ve had my frustrations and failures but God assured me that everything is part of His plan and that what He has in store for me is far more joyful than I can ever wish it would be. I've been disappointed, been badly hurt, bruised and tested. I did not pass all that unscathed, I believ I didnt but God has healed me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God has been faithful that I get what I need and basically what I want. I’ve always trusted that He provides and boy does He always. I’ve lived a relatively convenient life and I owe it all to Him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You may ask, why all this statements. Well, because I want everyone to know that though I get my mood swings and though I get depressed all in all believe that life’s good. Uhm, life is tough but I'm tougher. Tough because I believe God has equipped me enough and will continue to equip me wth whatever I’d be needing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;B_ON_FIRE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v31/godes5/bonfire.jpg" alt="South B is ON FIRE" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v31/godes5/pure.jpg" alt="HUWAAT?! 100% pure commitment?!" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11662929-112990520536131246?l=wildflower05.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wildflower05.blogspot.com/feeds/112990520536131246/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11662929&amp;postID=112990520536131246' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11662929/posts/default/112990520536131246'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11662929/posts/default/112990520536131246'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wildflower05.blogspot.com/2005/10/tough-by-god-i-am-blessed.html' title=''/><author><name>goddess roan</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v31/godes5/smiles65.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11662929.post-112947925071857427</id><published>2005-10-17T00:09:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-10-17T00:14:10.726+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;WAAAh! Ang fishing ko! Pagbigyan nyo na ko, ehehe. This is me according to them.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;strong&gt;the way you socialize&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;mona – ok nmn, ur not choosy nga e&lt;br /&gt;derick -  good&lt;br /&gt;jennyvee – good&lt;br /&gt;grace – mbait k..at mrunong umntnd..friendly k..lht my chance n mgng kaibigan m..pro hbag2mtgl ngging selective k..&lt;br /&gt;kuya marco – u r a very sociable/friendly person. U can easily mingle wid any kindpeople using ur unique charm and charisma. U can join a very inteligent discussion as well as simple conversations abt anything uder d sun &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;strong&gt;the way you talk&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;mona – ang arte! So very arte!&lt;br /&gt;derick – nakakatuwa kc para kang bata and malambing&lt;br /&gt;jennyvee – coñita, hehe&lt;br /&gt;grace – matri! Haha!&lt;br /&gt;kuya marco – bcoz of d intelligence u have, u can easily  choose d ryt words to use whenevr u talk 2 b able 2 deliver d rytmessage 2 d other party. Soft spoken, always wid d smile, sometime chileish(dat was b4), sweet&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;strong&gt;the way you sing&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;mona – cn u?&lt;br /&gt;derick – pass!&lt;br /&gt;jennyvee – nvr heard u sing&lt;br /&gt;grace – d p kita nddng magsing..at d q alm kng hlngn qng madng un.ehe&lt;br /&gt;kuya marco – well honestly, I haven’t heard you sing. I hope soon ill hear ur (sweet anlovely?) voice sing?&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;strong&gt;the way you smile&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mona – very sweet&lt;br /&gt;derick – i like it&lt;br /&gt;jennyvee – hapi smile&lt;br /&gt;grace – cute! hnd srcstc..&lt;br /&gt;kuya marco – WOW. Its killin me softly, d smile dat could launch a thousand ships. D smile dat stopped my world. No words can describe it exactly. Its like an angel has come down frm heaven wid a pretty smile. A smile dat can tame even d fiercest beast.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;strong&gt;the way you look&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mona – hmmm…. Great!&lt;br /&gt;derick – more like it! ;p&lt;br /&gt;jennyvee – fashionista..&lt;br /&gt;grace – charming.. swit!&lt;br /&gt;kuya marco – wel, do I hav 2 say more. D face dat contain beautiful smile dat I hav describe a while ago. How many ties do I hav to tel u how pretty u r?&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11662929-112947925071857427?l=wildflower05.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wildflower05.blogspot.com/feeds/112947925071857427/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11662929&amp;postID=112947925071857427' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11662929/posts/default/112947925071857427'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11662929/posts/default/112947925071857427'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wildflower05.blogspot.com/2005/10/waaah-ang-fishing-ko-pagbigyan-nyo-na.html' title=''/><author><name>goddess roan</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v31/godes5/smiles65.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11662929.post-112843272150567613</id><published>2005-10-04T21:30:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-10-04T21:32:01.513+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;silent&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Keeping quiet has been doin me good lately. I have not shared much about my existing ‘lovelife’ to people. Why you ask? Uhm…simply because I have uttered lots of word about us lately and a lot of opinions have been shared; and I must admit that my decisions have been greatly affected. I am just gonna surprise everyone else like I did before because no matter how ugly last time’s ending was, it left me happy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And still, I will also remain silent about someone’s issue. And I will not say more.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11662929-112843272150567613?l=wildflower05.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wildflower05.blogspot.com/feeds/112843272150567613/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11662929&amp;postID=112843272150567613' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11662929/posts/default/112843272150567613'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11662929/posts/default/112843272150567613'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wildflower05.blogspot.com/2005/10/silent-keeping-quiet-has-been-doin-me.html' title=''/><author><name>goddess roan</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v31/godes5/smiles65.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11662929.post-112704799123750298</id><published>2005-09-18T20:51:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-09-18T20:53:11.246+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;UP KAMI! KAYO?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Di ko napanood yung laban sa taon na ito. Kainis! Sobrang kainis! Apat na taon ko ding sinubaybayan yun ng todo. Haay… Nagktamaran din na pumila e.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kinuwento lang sakin na me sign na ‘UP KAMI! KAYO?’ ang UP. Naloka ko! Pero sobrang asteeeg! Sabi nga ni Tiepee, mahal na nya nag-isip nun. Kaya sa manlalait dahil 2nd lang ang UP, para sayo ang sign na yun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;COUPLES FOR CHRIST&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This afternoon, B9 had its first ever Praisefest. One chapter from Couples for Christ invited us, the youth, to lead them in Praisefest. &lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Kuy Marco&lt;/span&gt;, strongly, led us into worship. Though it was kinda ironic to be doing it with Couples for Christ. It was their GA, we were just invited so most of the songs were ‘couples’s songs.’ It was really old school. I didn’t know half of the song there, hehe. Some were slow than usual and some were fast than expected, hehe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nonethelss, it was a super nice feeling to be singing for the Lord. We became instant choirs, hehe. I hope we could do it more often.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11662929-112704799123750298?l=wildflower05.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wildflower05.blogspot.com/feeds/112704799123750298/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11662929&amp;postID=112704799123750298' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11662929/posts/default/112704799123750298'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11662929/posts/default/112704799123750298'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wildflower05.blogspot.com/2005/09/up-kami-kayo-di-ko-napanood-yung-laban.html' title=''/><author><name>goddess roan</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v31/godes5/smiles65.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11662929.post-112653724713133289</id><published>2005-09-12T22:48:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-09-12T23:00:47.143+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Pics from Something Fishy…&lt;br /&gt;Where Ate Maan and I celebrated our birthdays…&lt;br /&gt;With our beloved Hotshots of course…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v31/godes5/7.jpg" alt="kain!" width=150 height=100&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v31/godes5/oldies.jpg" alt="seniors?!"width=150 height=100&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v31/godes5/lahatlahat.jpg" alt="meet HOTSHOTS!"width=150 height=100&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ang saya pa namin sa pic no? Ang saya-saya pa din ni Ate Maan. Pero lam nyo ba na 3days after, na-stroke ang mom nya. At 2 days after, binawian na ito ng buhay. Grabe no?! It all happened too fast. During the first evening, I was there in the chapel. It felt like a joke, malakas pa si Tita Alice e. Ambilis ng buhay, ambilis lang talaga.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Please say a prayer for the repose of her soul.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11662929-112653724713133289?l=wildflower05.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wildflower05.blogspot.com/feeds/112653724713133289/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11662929&amp;postID=112653724713133289' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11662929/posts/default/112653724713133289'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11662929/posts/default/112653724713133289'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wildflower05.blogspot.com/2005/09/pics-from-something-fishy-where-ate.html' title=''/><author><name>goddess roan</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v31/godes5/smiles65.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11662929.post-112524102061302168</id><published>2005-08-28T22:23:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-08-28T23:13:13.900+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Lately…&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tons of things had happened to me lately and I am just thrilled to recall all of them. God has been very faithful to me. He is indeed in control…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--@ Finally, Nanay is home again. She undergone her second operation for the year and God forbids that there be a next operation. I’m so happy to see that no more needles is attached to her, no more catherers, no more dextrose of any sort. She can now move freely and can eat. Yes, she was prohibited to eat for days after the operation. I am sooo amazed at my mother. She was really brave and tough to undergo all that. May her recovering continues, may there be no more complication, may her body recuperate soon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--@ My beloved &lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Hotshots&lt;/span&gt; went to visit my dearest mother in the hospital. It was super nice of them. I was greatly touched by the effort and I cannot thank them enough for the including my family, most especially my nanay, in their prayers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--@ We celebrated my mother’s birthday in the hospital. Yes, she turned &lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;64&lt;/span&gt; last Wednesday. We bought chicken, pancit and cake. Nanay was still banned from taking in anything that time so her sole participation was blowing her candles. Wawa naman…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--@ I had dinner with the wonderful blockada last Friday. We ate at &lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Cascada&lt;/span&gt;. It was a short get-together, or at least I found it fleeting. I missed them more now after the short get-together. I had to rush to the hospital so I left quickly after eating.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--@ I have new officemates!!!!!!! &lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Shalene&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Mike&lt;/span&gt;!!!!!! Yey! And tomorrow, we will also be welcoming &lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Ice&lt;/span&gt;! Yey! Speaking of which, I should be sleeping by now. Hay, struggle.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--@ &lt;center&gt;&lt;img alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v31/godes5/avatars.jpg" width="350" height="350" /&gt; &lt;/center&gt;For the second time, our avatars are wearing the same clothes. Yes! Meann’s avatar is dressed exactly like mine. Take note, the clothes we are wearing were just matched, randomly picked among the available tops and bottoms in the catalog. How small are the odds that our avatars will be wearing the very same clothes at the very same time?! And this happened more&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt="Sad sya..." src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v31/godes5/harhar.jpg" hspace="10" vspace="10" align="left" width="125" height="100"/&gt;--@ Harhar already left for Canada. Yes, their entire family migrated last August 19. I was so touched to be invited to his bon-voyage party. Turn to &lt;a href="http://xanga.com/hunnieit"&gt;honeypie’s blog&lt;/a&gt; and to &lt;a href="http://xanga.com/blue_trek"&gt;harhar’s&lt;/a&gt; for the pictures.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--@ Also in lieu of Harhar’s migration, Fincom had a bonding over dinner at Tokyo-Tokyo. Syempre ang lola nyo, ay dumayo pa and in fairness, kumpleto sila. Hay, I miss my committee. They are so warm and loving. I feel their love always and I can never be more thankful for such a group. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v31/godes5/P7140122.jpg" alt="Tignan mo naman ang suot ko, obvious na matanda" width="200" height="150"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v31/godes5/twin.jpg" alt="TWIN!" width="200" height="150"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v31/godes5/P7140117.jpg" alt="at Tokyo-Tokyo, SM North" width="200" height="150"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v31/godes5/smiles58.jpg" alt="Miss you , Har" width="200" height="150"&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11662929-112524102061302168?l=wildflower05.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wildflower05.blogspot.com/feeds/112524102061302168/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11662929&amp;postID=112524102061302168' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11662929/posts/default/112524102061302168'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11662929/posts/default/112524102061302168'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wildflower05.blogspot.com/2005/08/lately-tons-of-things-had-happened-to.html' title=''/><author><name>goddess roan</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v31/godes5/smiles65.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11662929.post-112351441483001145</id><published>2005-08-08T23:13:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-08-08T23:20:18.540+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;table&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;td valign="top"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;h2&gt;You are Milk Chocolate&lt;/h2&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A total dreamer, you spend most of your time with your head in the clouds.&lt;br /&gt;You often think of the future, and you are always working toward your ideal life.&lt;br /&gt;Also nostelgic, you rarely forget a meaningful moment... even those from long ago.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.yournewromance.com/kindofchocolatequiz"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What Kind of Chocolate Are You? Take This Quiz :-)&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.yournewromance.com/"&gt;Find the Love of Your Life&lt;br /&gt;(and More Love Quizzes) at Your New Romance.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;td valign="top"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.quizdiva.net/ynr2/milk-chocolate.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;td valign="top"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;h2&gt;Your Scent is Rose&lt;/h2&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Delicate, feminine, and soft&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your personality is fresh and understated&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.yournewromance.com/whatscentareyouquiz"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What Scent Are You? Take This Quiz :-)&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.yournewromance.com/"&gt;Find the Love of Your Life&lt;br /&gt;(and More Love Quizzes) at Your New Romance.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;td valign="top"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.quizdiva.net/ynr2/rose.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table cellspacing="0" cellpadding="2" width="350" align="center" border="0"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="middle"  style="color:#e6e6fa;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:14;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Your Celebrity Style Twin is Nicole Richie&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#f2f2fb"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.yournewromance.com/whosyourcelebritystyletwinquiz/nicole-richie.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;The perfect blend of uptown and downtown.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.yournewromance.com/whosyourcelebritystyletwinquiz/"&gt;Who's Your Celebrity Style Twin? Take This Quiz :-)&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.yournewromance.com/"&gt;Find the Love of Your Life (and More Love Quizzes) at Your New Romance.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;td valign="top"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;h2&gt;You Have Your PhD in Men&lt;/h2&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You understand men almost better than anyone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You accept that guys are very different, and you read signals well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Work what you know about men, and your relationships will be blissful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.yournewromance.com/howwelldoyouunderstandmenquiz"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How Well Do You Understand Men? Take This Quiz :-)&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.yournewromance.com/"&gt;Find the Love of Your Life&lt;br /&gt;(and More Love Quizzes) at Your New Romance.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;td valign="top"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.quizdiva.net/knowmen/good.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11662929-112351441483001145?l=wildflower05.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wildflower05.blogspot.com/feeds/112351441483001145/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11662929&amp;postID=112351441483001145' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11662929/posts/default/112351441483001145'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11662929/posts/default/112351441483001145'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wildflower05.blogspot.com/2005/08/you-are-milk-chocolate-total-dreamer.html' title=''/><author><name>goddess roan</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v31/godes5/smiles65.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11662929.post-112325824592462217</id><published>2005-08-06T00:08:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-08-06T00:10:45.930+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;UGLY&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I graduated from college a few points away laude. An inch or a mile, I still didn’t get it. But my point is, God has good. I know that what happened was a pull-back-to-earth that I needed. He boosted my confidence again during all the interviews that I conducted. I swear! I felt wanted and needed. Just this afternoon, I went to one bldg in Makati to hear mass. The lector happened to be one of my interviewers. She remembered me! I must have made an impact on my interview for her to remember me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But just when I was feeling all so loved and all so wanted…I begun to see an exhausted ugly face in the mirror…but I think I know why…no this is more than pms…even more than life dilemmas of starting to work…it’s because…never mind.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11662929-112325824592462217?l=wildflower05.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wildflower05.blogspot.com/feeds/112325824592462217/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11662929&amp;postID=112325824592462217' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11662929/posts/default/112325824592462217'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11662929/posts/default/112325824592462217'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wildflower05.blogspot.com/2005/08/ugly-i-graduated-from-college-few.html' title=''/><author><name>goddess roan</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v31/godes5/smiles65.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11662929.post-112264498608152461</id><published>2005-07-29T21:45:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-07-29T21:49:46.086+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;My first week&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just some random thoughts from my first week:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God has been very good to me that He gave me super nice companions during the two and a half day orientation seminar. I never had to eat alone or wander the crowd alone. Plus I was able to find a lot of common denominators with them,&lt;em&gt;saya lang talaga&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Working makes me very oblivious. My boss shuts my pc screen just so I stop working when it is in fact already lunchtime.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hate it when people cancel out on me on the last minute. I hate it when they don’t stick with their commitment because I went out of my way just to accommodate it. I hate it when I break my own commitments. That is why when she got furious; I really was left stunned. My bad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Working is going to be a lengthy learning experience. But it brings me super satisfaction when I figure things out. I am actually beginning to love &lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;SAS&lt;/span&gt;. Lord, may I not lose that passion.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am again thankful to have a super nice boss. She is very patient with me but she is very busy as well that self-study is but necessary.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;LEAVING IT BEHIND&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;I’m leaving yesterday behind and finally I’ve made up my mind to let the memory stay away and think about today. I’m leaving yesterday behind ‘cause now I’ll try to live my life once more the way I did before.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This time, I am confident and certain and now, I am putting my entire mind into it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To any I have hurt in the past, I am really sorry and may we all start with a clean slate. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11662929-112264498608152461?l=wildflower05.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wildflower05.blogspot.com/feeds/112264498608152461/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11662929&amp;postID=112264498608152461' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11662929/posts/default/112264498608152461'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11662929/posts/default/112264498608152461'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wildflower05.blogspot.com/2005/07/my-first-week-just-some-random.html' title=''/><author><name>goddess roan</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v31/godes5/smiles65.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11662929.post-112217212621163531</id><published>2005-07-24T10:23:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-07-24T10:28:46.216+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Realization?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saw &lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;IF ONLY&lt;/span&gt; yesterday. There was one question raised there that went something like this: &lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;“If you know this would be you’re last day? How would you spend it?”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That question got me thinking. I thought that I would like to die wrapped around the arms of the man I love and who appreciates and loves me just as much. MUSHY! I don’t know if I was just taken by the film but that is really how I would respond now. That is how I picture me dying – in the arms of the man I love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Random Messages&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;For You:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I truly appreciate what you have shared to me. It was indeed an eye-opener that I really wasn’t ready for. Anyway, I believe that ‘that truth’ must remain hidden. Hehe. He is out of your life now. He may not be worlds apart but you’re world doesn’t cross much now. Dahlin, just forgive and try very hard to forget. I mean, I know that what he has done is unjustifiable and unwarrantable but vengeance is not yours. Really? I’m sure that spreading the truth may not give you exactly the peace of mind you’re looking for. But if he bugs you again, I will be in a haste to defend you. Ako mismo magkakalat! Haha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;For You:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You told me you loved me and I just blew it?! No, dahlin. I loved you and you blew it. You had my heart in your hands but I never exactly remember ever touching yours. We can never much agree on whose fault was it. But I know, it takes two to tango. Quoting from a song: &lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;“Say goodbye. Apart we’ll make another try”&lt;/span&gt; God bless!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;For You:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You love him even if you try so hard to deny it. I have seen both sides and you know what I wanna tell you, &lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;“SAGUTIN MO NA”&lt;/span&gt; because honestly, that is the only way you can preserve yourself. Otherwise, layuan mo na. As in!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11662929-112217212621163531?l=wildflower05.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wildflower05.blogspot.com/feeds/112217212621163531/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11662929&amp;postID=112217212621163531' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11662929/posts/default/112217212621163531'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11662929/posts/default/112217212621163531'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wildflower05.blogspot.com/2005/07/realization-saw-if-only-yesterday.html' title=''/><author><name>goddess roan</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v31/godes5/smiles65.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11662929.post-112178357919017466</id><published>2005-07-19T22:29:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-07-19T22:32:59.196+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;I am scared...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In less than a week, a new beginning would start.&lt;br /&gt;In less than a week, it would be the start of a lifetime of waking up really early.&lt;br /&gt;In less than a week, I’d start dressing up in a who-knows-what-kind-of-attire but probably end up looking really yuppie.&lt;br /&gt;In less than a week, I’d have to find my way in and out of Paseo de Roxas.&lt;br /&gt;In less than a week, I’d be part of another new world.&lt;br /&gt;In less than a week I’d be introduced to my co-workers, to my superiors, to my employers.&lt;br /&gt;Yes, in less than a week, I will be part of the employed sector.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know I have prayed and waited for a job with the perfect fit.&lt;br /&gt;I believe God lead me back to my first real love.&lt;br /&gt;But now, I'm just scared...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I’d have to start resolving my insomnia by then.&lt;br /&gt;I’d have to be familiar with SAS by then.&lt;br /&gt;I’d have to be really good with data steps by then.&lt;br /&gt;I’d have to own a new set of wardrobe to suit the atmosphere.&lt;br /&gt;I’d have to fix all my pre-employment requirements.&lt;br /&gt; Lord, I don’t feel prepared for this yet. I know I have been technically ‘idle’ for months but I’m truly petrified. Lord, please give me whatever I need as I embark another journey in my life. I really don’t feel equipped enough for the tough world. Lord!!!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11662929-112178357919017466?l=wildflower05.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wildflower05.blogspot.com/feeds/112178357919017466/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11662929&amp;postID=112178357919017466' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11662929/posts/default/112178357919017466'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11662929/posts/default/112178357919017466'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wildflower05.blogspot.com/2005/07/i-am-scared.html' title=''/><author><name>goddess roan</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v31/godes5/smiles65.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11662929.post-112153438461702075</id><published>2005-07-17T01:17:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-07-17T01:19:44.623+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Thank you for the gift of friendship.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tonight, I went outside my comfort zone but God was faithful. He showed me that leaving my comfort zone, the gift of friendship still exists.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went to attend a household, which doubled to supporting another cluster’s parish involvement. I went with my dearest partner, &lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Alex&lt;/span&gt;. Thank God for giving me Alex. Thank God that amidst the new, fresh and spanking crowd, there is a person I know I can run to in times of unsolicited moments.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was the territory of our former cluster, so supposedly there would be many familiar faces. Apparently, they are suffering the same fate as B9s. But thank God for the gift of amity. There were still familiar and friendly faces around. And the most mention-worthy would be &lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;AJ&lt;/span&gt;, he approached us, gave us his number, implored for a get-together bash and really stayed for a chitchat. Sweet AJ! And yes, he resembles one of my fave vocalists – BAMBOO.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I also would like to give thanks for the gift of camaraderie. The crowd tonight was really a new crowd. But the game went smoothly and slickly. The leaders of both youth orgs were truly amiable and welcoming. One of the leaders was &lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Ate Lyra&lt;/span&gt;, a Sacreian as well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you for the gift of friendship. Attending the upper household is truly out of my comfort zone. However, there are but very pleasant and jovial members and leaders that made staying favorable. Special mention to &lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Dianne&lt;/span&gt;, I can feel your warm welcome. Dahlin, thank you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I thank God that though &lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Mara &lt;/span&gt;and I have been worlds apart, Justine Miguel keeps us connected. Yes, she made me a godmother to her son. I was truly touched by the act. Last 12th of July, he celebrated his first birthday. Later, he would host his party. Unfortunately, being the busy ninang that I am, I cannot attend. I though, managed to pass by this evening to drop off my gift. Hay, may I be a good godmother to you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS. I also want to thank Lord for sending me &lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Wendell&lt;/span&gt;. He has been one hell of a help through my college and would still be very much available to offer assistance u to now. Thank you for giving me a call this afternoon. The long talk helped me a lot. I miss the company we shared and the friendship we have developed.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11662929-112153438461702075?l=wildflower05.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wildflower05.blogspot.com/feeds/112153438461702075/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11662929&amp;postID=112153438461702075' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11662929/posts/default/112153438461702075'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11662929/posts/default/112153438461702075'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wildflower05.blogspot.com/2005/07/thank-you-for-gift-of-friendship.html' title=''/><author><name>goddess roan</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v31/godes5/smiles65.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11662929.post-112142151508115290</id><published>2005-07-15T17:55:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-07-15T17:58:35.086+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Jinx?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;UP MAROONS won yesterday against the DLSU Archers. Yahoo!!! Hail UP! It was the only team they did not beat last season, last season wherein I was still an undergraduate in UP. My kuya remarked, “Sabi ko na, ikaw malas sa UP e.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last acad year’s intramurals STAT had a winning streak until I watched a game. Yes, it was the first game I ever came to see how the broadcasted skilled Stat varsity plays. It was the first time I came after having been menaced that my absence in the court was making them win. I almost burst into tears when the buzzer-beater shot went through the net. I really felt like I was the jinx. I immediately invited my companions to leave the court before the player who was pestering me for being a jinx even sees me. Haay…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My family has been going through a lot of trials. And by a lot, I mean A LOT. Someone said that the placing of our gate maybe causing it. Like duh?! The gate has been situated like that since highschool! This is all soooo superstitions!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had a conversation with Tutay last Tuesday. I can’t remember exactly what it was about but I clearly recall her calling me ‘malas’. She was joking but jokes are half meant. Yikes!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I swear! I have no birthmark in my ass. Well, not that having a birthmark there really makes one a jinx.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;CONGRATS!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Congratulations to the new RNDs!!! Cheers to Ate Chada and Kuya Bai! Congrats Congrats!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And to UP who got a 100% passing rate for the latest RND board exam!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also, congrats to my beloved friend, Steph. You are now a registered nurse! Congrats!&lt;br /&gt; Hugz to all of you!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11662929-112142151508115290?l=wildflower05.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wildflower05.blogspot.com/feeds/112142151508115290/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11662929&amp;postID=112142151508115290' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11662929/posts/default/112142151508115290'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11662929/posts/default/112142151508115290'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wildflower05.blogspot.com/2005/07/jinx-up-maroons-won-yesterday-against.html' title=''/><author><name>goddess roan</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v31/godes5/smiles65.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11662929.post-112101186206221114</id><published>2005-07-10T23:56:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-07-11T00:36:56.483+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Naku, had no plans of making an entry soon pa naman haha!&lt;br /&gt;But since &lt;a href="http://hippiechick.tk"&gt;tp&lt;/a&gt; tagged me…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;three names you go by:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;1. rose ann&lt;br /&gt;2. roan&lt;br /&gt;3. ate?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;three screen names you have had:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;1.roanblink&lt;br /&gt;2.wildflower&lt;br /&gt;3.godes5&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;three physical things you like about yourself:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. hair&lt;br /&gt;2. eyes&lt;br /&gt;3. lips?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;three physical things you don't like about yourself:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. height&lt;br /&gt;2. teeth&lt;br /&gt;3. eyebags&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;three parts of your heritage:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. proud to be a Filipino&lt;br /&gt;2. my great grandfather is Spanish, hehe, pinilit&lt;br /&gt;3. Pinoy uli&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;three things that scare you:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;1. losing someone I hold dear to my heart&lt;br /&gt;2. flying cockroach&lt;br /&gt;3. being a big disappointment&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;three of your everyday essentials:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Companion&lt;br /&gt;2. Rosary&lt;br /&gt;3. Money&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;three of your favorite musical artists:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Lea Salonga&lt;br /&gt;2. South Border&lt;br /&gt;3. Bamboo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;three of your favorite songs&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Angel by Sarah Machlachlan&lt;br /&gt;2. Someone to watch over me&lt;br /&gt;3. Someone’s waiting to love you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;three things you want in a relationship:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Commitment&lt;br /&gt;2. sensitivity&lt;br /&gt;3. comfy Tête-à-tête&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;three lies and truths in no particular order:&lt;br /&gt;lies:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. I’m a RK&lt;br /&gt;2. The Philippines... Filipinos are poor.&lt;br /&gt;3. It's easy to let go and let God.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;truth:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Smile is the cheapest make-up.&lt;br /&gt;2. I'd WANT to get married.&lt;br /&gt;3. People TEND to take for granted what they have.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;three physical things about the opposite sex that appeals to you:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Height&lt;br /&gt;2. I have a thing for dreadlocks and shaved heads&lt;br /&gt;3. biceps&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;three of your favorite hobbies:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Splurging&lt;br /&gt;2. Internet&lt;br /&gt;3. SLEEPING&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;three things you want to do really badly now:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. enroll in a gym&lt;br /&gt;2. dye my hair&lt;br /&gt;3. acquire a driver’s license&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;three careers you're considering/you've considered:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Market Researcher&lt;br /&gt;2. Stat/Math related ang nature of work na least priority ang SAS at sana hindi itatago lang ang beauty ko sa likod ng computer, haha!&lt;br /&gt;3. be employed in a bank/finance&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;three places you want to go on vacation:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Paris&lt;br /&gt;2. New York&lt;br /&gt;3. Amanpulo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;three kid's names you like:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Iñigo Raphael and yet to discover ‘spanish’ names&lt;br /&gt;2. Joaquin&lt;br /&gt;3. Max&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;three things you want to do before you die:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. see the world!&lt;br /&gt;2. pamper my family&lt;br /&gt;3. kiss a person I love&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;three ways that you are stereotypically a boy:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. not! too feminine&lt;br /&gt;2. nah! too poised&lt;br /&gt;3. hay, too girly&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;three ways that you are stereotypically a girl:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;1. twice maligo; matagal pa at that&lt;br /&gt;2. malaki magpack for travel&lt;br /&gt;3. finesse&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;three celeb crushes:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Hayden Christensen&lt;br /&gt;2. Mark Nelson&lt;br /&gt;3. Echo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my turn to tag...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;three people that i would like to see take this quiz:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. &lt;a href="http://mnah.blogdrive.com"&gt;Mona&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. &lt;a href="http://miabaybeh.blogdrive.com"&gt;Mia Mae&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. &lt;a href="http://jjjaded.blogspot.com"&gt;Marielle&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11662929-112101186206221114?l=wildflower05.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wildflower05.blogspot.com/feeds/112101186206221114/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11662929&amp;postID=112101186206221114' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11662929/posts/default/112101186206221114'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11662929/posts/default/112101186206221114'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wildflower05.blogspot.com/2005/07/naku-had-no-plans-of-making-entry-soon.html' title=''/><author><name>goddess roan</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v31/godes5/smiles65.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11662929.post-112040704612121100</id><published>2005-07-04T00:04:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-07-04T12:52:21.170+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;table&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;td valign="top"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;h2&gt;Guys Like That You're Sensitive&lt;/h2&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And not in that "cry at a drop of a hat" sort of way&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You just get most guys - even if you're not trying to&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Guys find it is easy to confide in you and tell you their secrets&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No wonder you tend to get close quickly in relationships!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.yournewromance.com/guyslikequiz.html"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What Do Guys Like About You? Take This Quiz :-)&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.yournewromance.com/"&gt;Find the Love of Your Life&lt;br /&gt;(and More Love Quizzes) at Your New Romance.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;td valign="top"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.quizdiva.net/ynr/you-are-sensitive.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Haay, I do get close quickly in relationships.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;td valign="top"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;h2&gt;Men See You As Choosy&lt;/h2&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Men notice you light years before you notice them&lt;br /&gt;You take a selective approach to dating, and you can afford to be picky&lt;br /&gt;You aren't looking for a quick flirt - but a memorable encounter&lt;br /&gt;It may take men a while to ask you out, but it's worth the wait&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.yournewromance.com/howdomenseeyouquiz"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How Do Men See You? Take This Quiz :-)&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.yournewromance.com/"&gt;Find the Love of Your Life&lt;br /&gt;(and More Love Quizzes) at Your New Romance.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;td valign="top"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.quizdiva.net/ynr2/see-choosy.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;I am DEFINITELY NOT looking for a quick flirt not even a dawdling one. Hehe. And I firmly believe that I am worth the wait. A rare specie worth waiting for.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top"&gt;&lt;h2&gt;You are a Great Girlfriend&lt;/h2&gt;When it comes to your guy, you're very thoughtful&lt;br /&gt;But you also haven't stopped thinking of yourself&lt;br /&gt;You're the perfect blend of independent and caring&lt;br /&gt;You're a total catch - make sure your guy knows it too!&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.yournewromance.com/goodgirlfriendquiz"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Are You a Good Girlfriend? Take This Quiz :-)&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.yournewromance.com/"&gt;Find the Love of Your Life&lt;br /&gt;(and More Love Quizzes) at Your New Romance.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;td valign="top"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.quizdiva.net/goodgirlfriend/great-girlfriend.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;*****&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Got this message:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;Bakit ba ang dali para sayo igive up ang isang taong who, for once in your life, made you special? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I may have deserve this. Oh well. Hay, if I’m giving an impression that turning down someone is easy, then I am staging a wrong one. It maybe selfishness but I can only hurt so much. A relationship with man who can’t give me security is as good as over.&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/11662929-112040704612121100?l=wildflower05.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wildflower05.blogspot.com/feeds/112040704612121100/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11662929&amp;postID=112040704612121100' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11662929/posts/default/112040704612121100'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11662929/posts/default/112040704612121100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wildflower05.blogspot.com/2005/07/guys-like-that-youre-sensitive-and-not.html' title=''/><author><name>goddess roan</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v31/godes5/smiles65.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11662929.post-112031987476223606</id><published>2005-07-02T23:51:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-07-02T23:59:27.040+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;The Challenge&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since this afternoon, I spent most of my time texting and calling SB9s to invite them for tomorrow’s Sector Assembly. I feel that my effort would have extended more. I feel that I would have taken more steps in inviting people. But anyway, I’m glad many were excited and were enthused.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Unfortunately, there was one conversation that disheartened me. This girl was busy with school load so she could not make it tom. I told her that it would just call her next time to inform her for the next activities. I said I’d be hoping she would come. She answered me with a blatant, &lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;“DON’T COUNT ON IT”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haay…I know that He does not ask me to just bring members to activities but to Him. But I was disheartened because I know that she still doesn’t accept Him as her personal saviour. This is a challenge and I’m praying for more courage because it was really off-putting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;HAPPY BIRTHDAY, LOUISA!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img alt="I LOVE YOU, LOUISA" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v31/godes5/Ice_roan.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just as I was making this post, a very dear friend called my cellphone. I was truly touched by the deed. It was her birthday, but still she was the one who gave me a ring. A truly sweet girl who would never abandon or desert you.… I’m glad she is very well taken care of now. I’m glad she is happy because this girl deserves to be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love and miss you, ice! Mwuah! Mwuah! Mwuah! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11662929-112031987476223606?l=wildflower05.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wildflower05.blogspot.com/feeds/112031987476223606/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11662929&amp;postID=112031987476223606' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11662929/posts/default/112031987476223606'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11662929/posts/default/112031987476223606'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wildflower05.blogspot.com/2005/07/challenge-since-this-afternoon-i-spent.html' title=''/><author><name>goddess roan</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v31/godes5/smiles65.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11662929.post-112007398767206110</id><published>2005-06-30T03:33:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-06-30T03:39:49.160+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Masteral&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#333333;"&gt;I have mastered the art of &lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;CRAMMING&lt;/span&gt;. Yes, this is what four years in UP taught me. Checking the clock, it's 3:34 am! I just sent the draft and hopefully there will be no drastic changes. I'm just happy I met the deadline. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#333333;"&gt;Wasn't able to spend much time doing the paper today because I spent the whole day in the Asian Hospital where my first cousin, Kelsey was admitted. Hay, hopefully he gets well soon.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#333333;"&gt;I was not able to attend a meeting last night because I was in the hospital. I only hurried home to finish the draft. Haay, I'm busy for an unemployed.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#333333;"&gt;What a 'sabog' entry? I'm ending this for I am STARVING!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11662929-112007398767206110?l=wildflower05.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wildflower05.blogspot.com/feeds/112007398767206110/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11662929&amp;postID=112007398767206110' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11662929/posts/default/112007398767206110'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11662929/posts/default/112007398767206110'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wildflower05.blogspot.com/2005/06/masteral-i-have-mastered-art-of.html' title=''/><author><name>goddess roan</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v31/godes5/smiles65.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11662929.post-111987188024160712</id><published>2005-06-27T19:24:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-06-27T19:59:28.813+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;RED SHIRT DAYS&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;First day:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Kelsey’s 7th Birthday Celebration&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;It was a red event for the party’s theme was racecars. Kelsey wore a red overall race suit. And the guests were all requested to wear something red as well. He looked really cute though he was thin, hehe. Just look at his picture with Kuya Wacko. It was a superb party. The tiresome trip to Divisoria was all worth it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All the kids enjoyed. There were many games played, a magic show was held, and there were balloon twisting performed. Asteeg!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v31/godes5/bdaycelebrant.jpg" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" height=125 width=200&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v31/godes5/ako.jpg" height=125 width=200 alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Second Day:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;CFC anniversary&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our Sector, SOUTH B was to wear red! Unfortunately, the announcement did not reach me, so it did not reach the members as well. Hehe. At least we came…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v31/godes5/partnertriangle.jpg" alt="partner triangle"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v31/godes5/gandanila.jpg" height=125 width=200 alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v31/godes5/atejaja.jpg" height=125 width=200 alt="Jajing"&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11662929-111987188024160712?l=wildflower05.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wildflower05.blogspot.com/feeds/111987188024160712/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11662929&amp;postID=111987188024160712' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11662929/posts/default/111987188024160712'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11662929/posts/default/111987188024160712'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wildflower05.blogspot.com/2005/06/red-shirt-days-first-day-kelseys-7th.html' title=''/><author><name>goddess roan</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v31/godes5/smiles65.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11662929.post-111970489057491258</id><published>2005-06-25T21:03:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-06-25T21:08:10.580+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Don't make a promise to me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don’t make a promise that you don’t intend to keep.&lt;br /&gt;Don’t give your words to me when you don’t have any intentions of keeping it.&lt;br /&gt;Don’t say ‘yes’ when you really mean ‘no’&lt;br /&gt;I never insisted on anything.&lt;br /&gt;I did not even beg.&lt;br /&gt;But I’m not good in handling broken promises.&lt;br /&gt;I do not easily forget stuffs like these.&lt;br /&gt;I hate being left hanging.&lt;br /&gt;I hate it when I’m left hoping and expecting.&lt;br /&gt;I hate myself because I’m that kind of person,&lt;br /&gt;Someone who hopes in the littlest of things.&lt;br /&gt;But please, I don’t deserve this.&lt;br /&gt;Tell me off from the beginning, I’ll understand and appreciate it more.&lt;br /&gt;But I never want to be left stranded alone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I suck at handling broken promises...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11662929-111970489057491258?l=wildflower05.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wildflower05.blogspot.com/feeds/111970489057491258/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11662929&amp;postID=111970489057491258' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11662929/posts/default/111970489057491258'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11662929/posts/default/111970489057491258'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wildflower05.blogspot.com/2005/06/dont-make-promise-to-me-dont-make.html' title=''/><author><name>goddess roan</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v31/godes5/smiles65.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11662929.post-111942980251576241</id><published>2005-06-22T16:37:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-06-22T16:43:22.520+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Friendster post:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Musta naman araw mo?&lt;br /&gt;- ok-ok&lt;br /&gt;2. Anong ginawa mo today?&lt;br /&gt;- had an interview at nanood ng sine&lt;br /&gt;3. Saan ka pumunta?&lt;br /&gt;- UNILAB, Mandaluyong and SM Bicutan&lt;br /&gt;4. Anong movie ang huli mong pinanood?&lt;br /&gt;- Batman Begins!!!&lt;br /&gt;5. San?&lt;br /&gt;- SMB, the place to be. Hahaha!&lt;br /&gt;6. Sino kasama mo?&lt;br /&gt;- AKO lang. Sa wakas nakanood na din ako ng movie mag-isa. Promise, matagal ko ng binabalak yun, hehe.&lt;br /&gt;7. Anong huli mong binili?&lt;br /&gt;- slacks, blouses, nag-iinvest na ng damit, yikes!&lt;br /&gt;8. E kinain?&lt;br /&gt;- pancit canton!&lt;br /&gt;9. Sinong madalas mo kausap sa fone?&lt;br /&gt;- madalas?! Define ‘madalas’? hehe&lt;br /&gt;10. E katext?&lt;br /&gt;- madami e, haha. Si wendz?&lt;br /&gt;11. May gusto ka bang puntahan ngyon? Saan?&lt;br /&gt;- wala. Pagod na ko.&lt;br /&gt;12. Sinong mahal mo?&lt;br /&gt;- WOOAH! Nagulat ako sa tanong, hehe. Mahal?! Madami din…hehe&lt;br /&gt;Sige, seriously, si…. Haha!&lt;br /&gt;13. Mahal ka ba naman niya?&lt;br /&gt;- Oo naman! Haha! Pero to what extent, di ko sure.&lt;br /&gt;14. May kaaway ka ba?&lt;br /&gt;- no comment&lt;br /&gt;15. Sino?&lt;br /&gt;- no comment!&lt;br /&gt;16. Bakit?&lt;br /&gt;- inis ah!&lt;br /&gt;17. E may iniiwasan ka ba?&lt;br /&gt;- slight&lt;br /&gt;18. Sino?&lt;br /&gt;- sila, para lang di makasakit at para di makapagbigay ng maling impression, hehe&lt;br /&gt;19. Anong fave song mo?&lt;br /&gt;-Angel ni Sarah Machlachlan&lt;br /&gt;20. Bakit?&lt;br /&gt;- sarap pakinggan e, tas ang ganda din ng message&lt;br /&gt;21. Anong gagawin mo bukas?&lt;br /&gt;- ewan…&lt;br /&gt;22. Musta school?&lt;br /&gt;- not applicable, hehe&lt;br /&gt;23. Nagyoyosi ka ba?&lt;br /&gt;- NAH!&lt;br /&gt;24. Umiinom ka ba?&lt;br /&gt;- patikim-tikim, hehe&lt;br /&gt;25. San ka madalas umiinom?&lt;br /&gt;- bar or parties&lt;br /&gt;26. Enjoy ka naman sa ginagawa mo?&lt;br /&gt;- ano nga ba ginagawa ko?!&lt;br /&gt;27. O sige, last na...anong gusto mong sabihin samahal mo?&lt;br /&gt;- ano ishshare ko senyo?! nah, dont think so....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11662929-111942980251576241?l=wildflower05.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wildflower05.blogspot.com/feeds/111942980251576241/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11662929&amp;postID=111942980251576241' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11662929/posts/default/111942980251576241'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11662929/posts/default/111942980251576241'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wildflower05.blogspot.com/2005/06/friendster-post-1.html' title=''/><author><name>goddess roan</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v31/godes5/smiles65.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11662929.post-111936350936048373</id><published>2005-06-21T22:05:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-06-21T22:24:14.570+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Tired &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was an indeed tiring day. I slept right after I arrived. I actually just woke up; good thing the sun has not raised yet or I’ll be doomed for I have an interview scheduled in the morning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am tired to the umpteenth level. I don’t know why; maybe because my body has not recuperated much from my illness. I, actually, still have a terrible cough. But I don’t think I’m pushing my body. I believe I would heal very soon plus I’m dying to have a job NOW, hehe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today, my friends and I went to &lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;6750&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;PBCOm&lt;/span&gt; tower to pass our résumés. My agenda really is to have an exam schedule with Procter and Gamble. I did, but the schedule is still on the 20th of July. Now that is very soon….&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Quizzes:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table cellspacing="0" cellpadding="2" width="400" align="center" border="1"  style="color:black;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="middle"  style="color:#66ccff;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:14;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Your Brain is 80.00% Female, 20.00% Male&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td  style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your brain leans female&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You think with your heart, not your head&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sweet and considerate, you are a giver&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But you're tough enough not to let anyone take advantage of you!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/genderbrainquiz/"&gt;What Gender Is Your Brain?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Thanks to &lt;a href="http://www.xanga.com/hunnieIT/"&gt;Honeypie&lt;/a&gt;. I found this exam in her blog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table cellspacing="0" cellpadding="2" width="400" align="center" border="1"  style="color:black;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="middle"  style="color:#66ccff;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:14;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;You Are 40% Normal&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;(Somewhat Normal)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#ffffff"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.quizdiva.net/bt/somewhat-normal.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While some of your behavior is quite normal...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Other things you do are downright strange&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You've got a little of your freak going on&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But you mostly keep your weirdness to yourself&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/hownormalareyouquiz/"&gt;How Normal Are You?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table cellspacing="0" cellpadding="2" width="400" align="center" border="1"  style="color:black;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="middle"  style="color:#66ccff;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:14;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;You Are 24 Years Old&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="middle"  style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:6;color:#0000cc;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;24 &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Under 12: You are a kid at heart. You still have an optimistic life view - and you look at the world with awe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13-19: You are a teenager at heart. You question authority and are still trying to find your place in this world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;20-29: You are a twentysomething at heart. You feel excited about what's to come... love, work, and new experiences.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;30-39: You are a thirtysomething at heart. You've had a taste of success and true love, but you want more!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;40+: You are a mature adult. You've been through most of the ups and downs of life already. Now you get to sit back and relax.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/whatagequiz/"&gt;What Age Do You Act?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks to &lt;a href="http://jjjaded.blogspot.com"&gt;Marielle&lt;/a&gt;. I found the other two quizzes at her page.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11662929-111936350936048373?l=wildflower05.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wildflower05.blogspot.com/feeds/111936350936048373/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11662929&amp;postID=111936350936048373' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11662929/posts/default/111936350936048373'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11662929/posts/default/111936350936048373'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wildflower05.blogspot.com/2005/06/tired-it-was-indeed-tiring-day.html' title=''/><author><name>goddess roan</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v31/godes5/smiles65.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11662929.post-111908227497233769</id><published>2005-06-18T16:05:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-06-18T16:11:14.976+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;I’m sick!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haha! I really am sick. I have a terrible cough. I just got off from having a fever but my throat remains to be a burden. But that is not what the title is really referring to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I’m sick. I did not eat much. Well, I usually don’t eat much but today should have been an exception.. My entire family knows how gluttony could take over me when our viand is ‘sinigang sa miso’ or anything with fried fish. But today, I ate a rather small amount. How I still wanted to eat but my tummy was really aching. It was really full. I, truthfully, went straight to the restroom to omit the heaviness of my stomach. Sorry to have narrated that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I’m sick. I found myself calling a ‘notebook’ worth 95pesos cheap.&lt;img alt="Love these notebooks!!!" hspace="5" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v31/godes5/ntbks.jpg" align="left" vspace="5" /&gt; I just grabbed it and went to the cashier. When I was paying, thoughts of my previously availed notebooks came to me. Yes, I have been buying notebooks, even if I am not studying anymore, even if I don’t have a beautiful penmanship to match my adored notebooks. I bought 4 pieces since the month of May already. I really don’t know why I purchased them. I guess, I am just sick. But how I love the notebooks. And I have yet to know when to use them, hehe.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11662929-111908227497233769?l=wildflower05.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wildflower05.blogspot.com/feeds/111908227497233769/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11662929&amp;postID=111908227497233769' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11662929/posts/default/111908227497233769'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11662929/posts/default/111908227497233769'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wildflower05.blogspot.com/2005/06/im-sick-haha-i-really-am-sick.html' title=''/><author><name>goddess roan</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v31/godes5/smiles65.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11662929.post-111865804240221234</id><published>2005-06-13T18:04:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-06-13T18:20:42.416+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;TIPSY&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v31/godes5/withatefaith.jpg" alt="with Ate Faith" align="left" vspace="5" hspace="5" /&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was just tipsy! I was not drunk! I was still sane… very sane. I knew everything that happened except that they said I went unto the ledge, singing and dancing! Ok I did go onstage. I did took a microphone and sing my heart out, hehe. But I don’t remember dancing! Wahahaha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v31/godes5/bottomsup.jpg" alt="nasarapan?!" align="right" vspace="5" hspace="5" /&gt;&lt;/img&gt;They made me drink. They laughed at me coz I only ordered ‘coke.’ Til they saw me drinking the &lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;vodka kurant&lt;/span&gt;, bottoms up. I swear I was not aware myself They were all flabbergasted, hehe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v31/godes5/panget.jpg" alt="bangenge" align="left" vspace="5" hspace="5" /&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was the first time I got close to being drunk I had to stop for I felt heat all over and my heart was beating a lot faster than usual, hehe. I don’t want to drink and be seen by a lot of people because I look UGLY! Hehe! Just look at my pic. I was laughing so hard pa, hehe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Fearless&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Look at my goddaughter, aint see the cutest?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v31/godes5/mag-ninang.jpg" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v31/godes5/fionna.jpg" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went  swimming with the Fidel clan. And this little girl was so brave she would jump out to the swimming pool without apprehensions, missed being a child when you have but no fears.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Everybody wants to rule the world&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everybody truly wants to rule the world. It would have been better if they wanted to rule it for the world esp for the country’s betterment. But unfortunately, that is not the case.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We have leaders, alright? But they have truly forgotten that before being a leader, they are first and foremost servants. I know that sounds too cliché but it is what all leaders’ attitude should be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We have heroes who bled and died for the country. Heroes who did not care and did not wish to have any pork barrel. They expected nothing but the country's freedom. They needed not be housed in a palace. They were selfless. And our leaders now should stop and think about our heroes' deeds... and follow their legacy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We, Filipinos, should not stop hoping. We should not stop praying that all of us will have change of hearts.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11662929-111865804240221234?l=wildflower05.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wildflower05.blogspot.com/feeds/111865804240221234/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11662929&amp;postID=111865804240221234' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11662929/posts/default/111865804240221234'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11662929/posts/default/111865804240221234'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wildflower05.blogspot.com/2005/06/tipsy-i-was-just-tipsy-i-was-not-drunk.html' title=''/><author><name>goddess roan</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v31/godes5/smiles65.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11662929.post-111842034279481451</id><published>2005-06-11T00:11:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-06-11T00:19:02.813+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Spontaneous&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was a spontaneous meeting. I read their invitation as I woke up. I panicked because I thought the meeting would be around lunch and I thought I couldn’t make it. I even told Tiepee not to make plans as hasty as that. She relaxed me by saying that the suggestion was a dinner out. It was spontaneous and truly, the spontaneous ones are those that come about.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We met in Glorietta, not even knowing exactly where to eat. I, honestly, can’t remember the name of the restaurant where we dined in. Blockada, fill me in? Hehe. We then strolled awhile not knowing what to do next. We tried the RedBox, but there were no available rooms and honestly, we did not have available funds either, hehe. We found ourselves enjoying Mommy Tal’s treat in Timezone. We had soo much fun. We were screaming not minding the other people. We were at our normal boisterous intonation. We cared not how awful we sometimes play, all we cared about was each others’ company and each others’ satisfaction. Gurls, I miss you loads!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To those who didn’t make it, our every last month affair should still be set, okay? Mwuahz to the best blockada ever!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Had this conversation with a friend pala:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;friend&lt;/span&gt;: nkita ko nga sa yearbook nyo kanina ang close nyo &lt;refering&gt; talga noh?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;roan&lt;/span&gt;: sobra&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;roan&lt;/span&gt;: the best sila promise&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;roan&lt;/span&gt;: lam mo yung tumanda na kami together&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;friend&lt;/span&gt;: saya naman nun...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;roan&lt;/span&gt;: nag-mature na kasi together kaya the best&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;friend&lt;/span&gt;: oo nga... dun mo daw mahahanap yung best friends mo tlga.. pag sabay nagmature&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;roan&lt;/span&gt;: true&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;friend&lt;/span&gt;: sana nga yung gurlfrendz ganun dn.. hehe.. inspiration namin kau&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;roan&lt;/span&gt;: awww&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11662929-111842034279481451?l=wildflower05.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wildflower05.blogspot.com/feeds/111842034279481451/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11662929&amp;postID=111842034279481451' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11662929/posts/default/111842034279481451'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11662929/posts/default/111842034279481451'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wildflower05.blogspot.com/2005/06/spontaneous-it-was-spontaneous-meeting.html' title=''/><author><name>goddess roan</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v31/godes5/smiles65.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11662929.post-111833026267187175</id><published>2005-06-09T23:12:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-06-09T23:17:42.676+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;17-hours&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was truly a loooong day. It started with my supplicating to continually put on snooze my alarm. It was a struggle to get my sluggish ass off my bed. It was not easy letting go of my dearly loved pillow. But the heck, my day had to begin. I took an exam around 9, and the orientation plus personality test immediately followed it. I am off for a training next week, if I would intend to pursue it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After that, I went to &lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;SCB bldg&lt;/span&gt; to pass my resume. Then, a lunch with the blockada’s princess followed. It was a short lunch since we both had to be going. She had to go back to work and I needed to rush to &lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Mandaluyong&lt;/span&gt; for an interview. And how I regretted my being hasty to get there because they accommodated me two whole hours late. Well, actually, I have to thank &lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Ms. Gil&lt;/span&gt; for accommodating around that time. They apparently have no rooms available and she did not want to keep me waiting anymore that she interviewed me in the comfort of her cubicle. I do hope they call me before the week ends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My dad was with me all day. He brought me to both my exam and interview. We met Kae in Glorietta because the three of us caught &lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Mr. and Mrs. Smith&lt;/span&gt;. Angelina is sooo good in portraying roles like that. She was superb. How I wish I were that kind of woman, tough outside and unspeakably sexy. Then I had an unexpected visitor while seeing the movie. Thank God there were vendos available in the comfort room.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After the movie, we had a few minutes to window shop while waiting for another visitor to accompany us for dinner. Yes, dad actually set a date for us to meet her special friend. Oh well, I got through meeting a parent and last night wasn’t my first of a moment like that. I could actually get use to it. Cena’s singer beautifully ended the dinner as she skillfully played and sang my favorite song, &lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Angel&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And after 17hours of staying out of the house (on my high heels), &lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Tita Shane&lt;/span&gt; brought us home. Yes, SHE brought us home, hehe. Oh, I bought a copy of Emancipation of Mimi, can’t help it. I’m a fan J&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And oh, btw, I saw a lot of celebrities today: Bianca King, who was so petite; Eric Menk who towered the large crowd outside one bar in Greenbelt; Jackie Foster, and two more ladies whose names I can’t remember but they do appear on TVs.&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/11662929-111833026267187175?l=wildflower05.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wildflower05.blogspot.com/feeds/111833026267187175/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11662929&amp;postID=111833026267187175' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11662929/posts/default/111833026267187175'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11662929/posts/default/111833026267187175'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wildflower05.blogspot.com/2005/06/17-hours-it-was-truly-loooong-day.html' title=''/><author><name>goddess roan</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v31/godes5/smiles65.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11662929.post-111785965696664551</id><published>2005-06-04T12:30:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-06-04T13:29:15.596+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;“suki”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haay…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mommy is now admitted in the hospital. Yes, now it is mommy who we visit in the hospital. Not long ago, Nanay was also brought in for a major operation wherein we stayed for a week in the hospital. Haaay…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mommy has been going to the hospital twice a week since we discovered the danger she has with her pregnancy. But now her doctor did not allow her to go home. They, we, are still waiting for the results of her exams. Please join us in prayers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Sharing&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;I found this in my email today. Quite nice and extremely true… I hope you would give time to read it, it may help…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;ADVICE...........&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Don't use time or words carelessly, neither can be retrieved.&lt;br /&gt;2. Don't be afraid to learn. Knowledge is weightless, a treasure you can carry easily.&lt;br /&gt;3. Don't run through life so fast that you forget not only where you've been, but also where you are going.&lt;br /&gt;4. Don't shut love out of your life by saying it's impossible to find. The quickest way to receive love is to give; the fastest way to lose love is to hold it too tightly, and the best way to keep love is to give it wings.&lt;br /&gt;5. Don't be afraid to encounter risk. It is by taking chances that we learn how to be brave.&lt;br /&gt;6. Don't be afraid to admit you are less than perfect. It is this fragile thread that binds us together.&lt;br /&gt;7. Don't give up when you still have something to give. Nothing is really over until the moment you stop trying.&lt;br /&gt;8. Don't let your life slip through your fingers by living in the past or future. By living our life one day at a time, you live ALL the days of your life.&lt;br /&gt;9. Don't take for granted the closest things to your heart. Cling to them as you would your life, for without them life is meaningless.&lt;br /&gt;10. Don't set your goals by what other people deem important. Only you know what is best for you.&lt;br /&gt;11. Don't undermine your worth by comparing yourself with others. It is because we are different that each of us is special.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11662929-111785965696664551?l=wildflower05.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wildflower05.blogspot.com/feeds/111785965696664551/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11662929&amp;postID=111785965696664551' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11662929/posts/default/111785965696664551'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11662929/posts/default/111785965696664551'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wildflower05.blogspot.com/2005/06/suki-haay-mommy-is-now-admitted-in.html' title=''/><author><name>goddess roan</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v31/godes5/smiles65.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11662929.post-111729769209459289</id><published>2005-05-29T00:25:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-05-29T11:30:11.616+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;They are worth it&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our Galera trip did not push thru and our supposed EK trip on Monday has the same fate. Apparently, everyone is busy. Some will be starting to work by then. Some would need to secure all the necessary documents for employment. Some are sick like me and some would just bum around because our trip was put off.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But as I said, plans to gather us all may be a long shot. As you can see, we had two plans and more but were not able to gather. It may be a long shot, but it will always be a shot worth taking.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;I miss my blockada! I miss you gals loads!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Ka-Harass!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v31/godes5/atparlor.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A stranger sent me a message in &lt;a href="http://hi5.com/friend/displayProfile.do?userid=4764703"&gt;hi5&lt;/a&gt;. He wanted to know me and said he liked me. Well, yeah right! But what I hated most was his comment to the picture above, he said, “I like your tongue” Eeew! Dude, you’re gross!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To think I love to pose with my tongue out. Now, I am making a mental note to pose differently when we take a funny shot. I swear that remark is really harassing.&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/11662929-111729769209459289?l=wildflower05.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wildflower05.blogspot.com/feeds/111729769209459289/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11662929&amp;postID=111729769209459289' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11662929/posts/default/111729769209459289'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11662929/posts/default/111729769209459289'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wildflower05.blogspot.com/2005/05/they-are-worth-it-our-galera-trip-did.html' title=''/><author><name>goddess roan</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v31/godes5/smiles65.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11662929.post-111699178370650347</id><published>2005-05-25T11:27:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-05-25T20:03:50.563+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Nightmare&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our PC crashed!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They had to reload new Windows, and what’s worse is that they cannot recover my old files. Talk about disaster!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For some reason, I did not erase my Stat files (all the papers and assignments) and I never would do it deliberately. I feel like I would need them in the future. They are good references with all the applications of formula and all the interpretations. Haay, life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All my StatSoc and YFC files are gone. Thank God I have the copy of StatSoc’s financial statement in my email. God knew this would happen. I even have my resume in my email account. Galing Nya ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had to download new messengers and stuffs. Haay… So basically, all the ‘sentimental’ messages in my archives vanished. Life…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All my pictures are gone! Aargh! Bummer!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hassledeck! Guess, I’d need to backup my important files &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;ALWAYS&lt;/span&gt;! Though I hope nothing like this would ever happen again.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11662929-111699178370650347?l=wildflower05.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wildflower05.blogspot.com/feeds/111699178370650347/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11662929&amp;postID=111699178370650347' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11662929/posts/default/111699178370650347'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11662929/posts/default/111699178370650347'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wildflower05.blogspot.com/2005/05/nightmare-our-pc-crashed-they-had-to_25.html' title=''/><author><name>goddess roan</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v31/godes5/smiles65.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11662929.post-111656856477323422</id><published>2005-05-20T13:46:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-05-20T13:56:04.790+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;The scene:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was strolling down SM on my way home when a girl handed me a sample of their colognes on sale. I, because of my experiences of handing out flyers, took it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then a man who was handed the same asked me if the fragrance is for males or for females. Being the polite girl that I am answered him but continued walking.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The man who looked way older than my dad walked with my pace.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He started a conversation, asking me where I was working.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He, without being asked, said he works for Pop Cola and that he lives in the far north Monumento. Care koh! Haay…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I continued walking and he sustained staying on my pace when suddenly he said, &lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;“Pauwi ka na? Fastfood muna tayo.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I, of course, begged to be excused. Duh?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He saw how I was untrusting and thought I’d come with him if he would show some identification. Yes, he showed me his ID with Cosmos on top of it. But still, no.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I began to stride on a pace faster than my normal pace.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He did not give up. He asked for my number.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Manong, you’re creepy! You are WAAAAY old for me. I can’t possibly be a catch for you. We are sooo not in the same age bracket. Whatever you were up to….&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;YUCK! YIKES!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Crossing my fingers…&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wish that through God’s blessing my dearest &lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Mommy Tal&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Jamie&lt;/span&gt; would ace their Maybank exam and that they finally be given an offer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I also pray that &lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Diane &lt;/span&gt;get into Unilever, baybeh. Hehe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am also crossing my fingers for &lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;StatSoc&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;, my beloved organization&lt;/span&gt;. I pray that we (hehe, ‘we’) could bag the top position in the FOPC.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; But anyway, congrats to all of for having come that far.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11662929-111656856477323422?l=wildflower05.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wildflower05.blogspot.com/feeds/111656856477323422/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11662929&amp;postID=111656856477323422' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11662929/posts/default/111656856477323422'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11662929/posts/default/111656856477323422'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wildflower05.blogspot.com/2005/05/scene-i-was-strolling-down-sm-on-my.html' title=''/><author><name>goddess roan</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v31/godes5/smiles65.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11662929.post-111650611370714198</id><published>2005-05-19T20:22:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-05-19T20:35:13.713+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Music to my Ears&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;"Maganda naman ang naging result. Negative naman."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;Kamusta na nanay mo? Kamusta ka na din? Miss na kita&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;Ibabalik ko din sayo kasi ganun din ang gusto ko mangyari, ang makita mo how wonderful person you are&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;mas gumanda ka! swear!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;"Ang saya-saya ko na tinanggap mo ang position"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;May trabaho na si Ice!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;pero syempre, SUPER DUPER THANKS sa mga people like you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;except ikaw...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;NOT&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;we don't have an opening for you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;bwahaha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;"Ate, ang taba mo na."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;"Wala si Sir Joyce, Monday mo na makukuha."&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;*****&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt="perky" src="http://images.quizilla.com/S/shanachie/1050031954_opgogogirl.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are a Go-Go Girl! Yay you!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://quizilla.com/users/shanachie/quizzes/What%20kind%20of%20Sixties%20Person%20are%20you?/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:+0;"&gt;What kind of Sixties Person are you?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:+0;"&gt;brought to you by &lt;a href="http://quizilla.com"&gt;Quizilla&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I liked my result. It didn't surprise me too (like &lt;a href="http://hippiechick.tk"&gt;Tiepee&lt;/a&gt; with her result)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11662929-111650611370714198?l=wildflower05.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wildflower05.blogspot.com/feeds/111650611370714198/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11662929&amp;postID=111650611370714198' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11662929/posts/default/111650611370714198'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11662929/posts/default/111650611370714198'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wildflower05.blogspot.com/2005/05/music-to-my-ears-maganda-naman-ang.html' title=''/><author><name>goddess roan</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v31/godes5/smiles65.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11662929.post-111596248643050069</id><published>2005-05-13T13:32:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-05-13T13:34:46.433+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;img alt="I love you!" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v31/godes5/getwell.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Praying for your speedy recovery...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11662929-111596248643050069?l=wildflower05.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wildflower05.blogspot.com/feeds/111596248643050069/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11662929&amp;postID=111596248643050069' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11662929/posts/default/111596248643050069'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11662929/posts/default/111596248643050069'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wildflower05.blogspot.com/2005/05/praying-for-your-speedy-recovery.html' title=''/><author><name>goddess roan</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v31/godes5/smiles65.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11662929.post-111588606602784650</id><published>2005-05-12T16:13:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-05-12T16:37:49.033+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;table cellspacing="0" cellpadding="2" width="400" align="center" border="1"  style="color:black;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="middle"  style="color:#66ccff;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:14;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;You Will Die at Age 67&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td  style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:6;color:#0000cc;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;67 &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You're pretty average when it comes to how you live...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And how you'll die as well.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/whatagewillyoudiequiz/"&gt;What Age Will You Die?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table style="FONT-SIZE: 12pt; COLOR: black; FONT-FAMILY: serif" cellspacing="8" cellpadding="5" width="350" align="center" border="0"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="middle" bgcolor="#ff99cc"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;h3 style="BORDER-RIGHT: 0px; BORDER-TOP: 0px; MARGIN: 0px; BORDER-LEFT: 0px; BORDER-BOTTOM: 0px"&gt;The Keys to Your Heart&lt;/h3&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#ff9fd2"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are attracted to those who are unbridled, untrammeled, and free.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#ffa6d9"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In love, you feel the most alive when your lover is creative and never lets you feel bored.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#ffacdf"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You'd like to your lover to think you are loyal and faithful... that you'll never change.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#ffb3e6"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You would be forced to break up with someone who was ruthless, cold-blooded, and sarcastic.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#ffb9ec"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your ideal relationship is lasting. You want a relationship that looks to the future... one you can grow with.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#ffbff2"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your risk of cheating is zero. You care about society and morality. You would never break a commitment.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#ffc6f9"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You think of marriage as something precious. You'll treasure marriage and treat it as sacred.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#ffccff"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In this moment, you think of love as commitment. Love only works when both people are totally devoted.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/keystoyourheartquiz/"&gt;What Are The Keys To Your Heart?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;REACTIONS:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;67!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Wish I am not that useless yet.&lt;br /&gt;Wish I would not age to be a pain in the ass to my ‘siblings’ or whoever would be tasked to care for me.&lt;br /&gt;That is till 47 years away!&lt;br /&gt;What am I gonna do with my life!&lt;br /&gt;Ehehe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Look at the results on what are the keys to my heart! SOOOOOO TRUE!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Except maybe for the “ideal is a lasting” I mean, I did not and will not enter a relationship thinking that it would be him, the very same man, that would meet me down the aisle.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really don’t like too much sarcasm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really would not break a commitment. And I can never cheat! I can’t even fool around or flirt around any guy who is attached to any girl in some way. I hated that men are by nature polygamous so why be one?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And truly, love only works when both parties are devoted. It is not true that you can suffice yourself by just giving love and not receiving.. Not true!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;‘Nuff said&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&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/11662929-111588606602784650?l=wildflower05.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wildflower05.blogspot.com/feeds/111588606602784650/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11662929&amp;postID=111588606602784650' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11662929/posts/default/111588606602784650'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11662929/posts/default/111588606602784650'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wildflower05.blogspot.com/2005/05/you-will-die-at-age-67-67-youre-pretty.html' title=''/><author><name>goddess roan</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v31/godes5/smiles65.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11662929.post-111582796209668426</id><published>2005-05-12T00:05:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-05-12T00:12:48.463+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Let’s do this…&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--&gt;Tomorrow, I will officially start my job hunting.&lt;br /&gt;How I am to do that… I am not quite sure.&lt;br /&gt;On where to begin, I pray that God would lead me.&lt;br /&gt;On what position to aspire and focus, I know God would listen my deepest aspirations&lt;br /&gt;All I know is that tomorrow, I would start doing my part.&lt;br /&gt;And it’s time to take this job seeking seriously.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--&gt;And yes, I have answered His call.&lt;br /&gt;I have accepted the responsibility that I tried to run and hide from.&lt;br /&gt;I know it won’t be any easy. Actually, it would be tough.&lt;br /&gt;I know I’ll have tons of emotional roller coasters.&lt;br /&gt;I know I’ll doubt my self every step of the way.&lt;br /&gt;I know I’ll have more of those kinds of SWs.&lt;br /&gt;But also, I know that He is faithful.&lt;br /&gt;I know that He will be there with me every step of the way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;FOR THE SAKE OF THE CALL&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Nobody stood and applauded them&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;So they knew from the start&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;This road would not lead to fame&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;All they really knew for sure was Jesus had called to them&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;He said "Come follow me" and they came&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;With reckless abandon they came&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Empty nets lying there at the waters edge&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Told a story that few could believe&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;And none could explain&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;How some crazy fishermen agreed to go where Jesus led&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;With no thought for what they would gain&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;For Jesus had called them by name and they answered &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;CHORUS :&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;We will   a......bandon it   all for the sake of the call&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;No ot.....her    reason at   all but the sake of the call&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Wholly devoted to live and to die... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;BRIDGE :&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Not for the sake of a creed or a cause&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Not for a dream or a promise&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Simply because it is Jesus who calls &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;And if we believe we'll obey&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;And we'll answer.... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11662929-111582796209668426?l=wildflower05.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wildflower05.blogspot.com/feeds/111582796209668426/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11662929&amp;postID=111582796209668426' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11662929/posts/default/111582796209668426'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11662929/posts/default/111582796209668426'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wildflower05.blogspot.com/2005/05/lets-do-thisand-yes-i-have-answered.html' title=''/><author><name>goddess roan</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v31/godes5/smiles65.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11662929.post-111542999930500149</id><published>2005-05-07T09:29:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-05-07T09:39:59.326+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;May 6, 1984. When two innocent people joined hand in the name of God. After couple of years there were two beautiful precious girl was born. And there names are Rosalie Anne and Anna Katrina… My life and inspiration… Daddy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span &gt;How dramatic can my Daddy get?!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span &gt;And innocent daw oh?! Ehehe. I was already in my mother's womb then, so how can they be innocent.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span &gt;And because of that date, they followed me at Eastwood where I had dinner with my UPYFC sisters, also to celebrate May's birthday. We caught a last full show of Guess who. It was a good movie. ;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11662929-111542999930500149?l=wildflower05.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wildflower05.blogspot.com/feeds/111542999930500149/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11662929&amp;postID=111542999930500149' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11662929/posts/default/111542999930500149'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11662929/posts/default/111542999930500149'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wildflower05.blogspot.com/2005/05/may-6-1984.html' title=''/><author><name>goddess roan</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v31/godes5/smiles65.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11662929.post-111517935043128094</id><published>2005-05-04T11:53:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-05-04T12:02:30.436+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;First Step&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, I have taken my first step. This is really coming true!!!&lt;br /&gt;This is no longer just a drawing or a promise that would soon be broken.&lt;br /&gt;This izzz it!&lt;br /&gt;I have my student’s permit already.&lt;br /&gt;Next week, or after Galera, I would be starting with the real lessons!!!&lt;br /&gt;In a month, I will have my non-pro!&lt;br /&gt;I can bring a car anywhere!&lt;br /&gt;Hope I could be that tough though, hehe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Requested&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lately, I have been receiving text messages from friends asking me to forward a certain kind of message to them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;1st request:&lt;/span&gt; any sweet quote&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;2nd request:&lt;/span&gt; message na parang nakalimutan ka na nung sesendan mo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;3rd request:&lt;/span&gt; ‘miss you’ message&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hehehe…&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11662929-111517935043128094?l=wildflower05.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wildflower05.blogspot.com/feeds/111517935043128094/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11662929&amp;postID=111517935043128094' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11662929/posts/default/111517935043128094'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11662929/posts/default/111517935043128094'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wildflower05.blogspot.com/2005/05/first-step-yes-i-have-taken-my-first.html' title=''/><author><name>goddess roan</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v31/godes5/smiles65.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11662929.post-111513235046133268</id><published>2005-05-03T22:55:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-05-03T23:01:02.723+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Agenda&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went back to my beloved alma mater today. And though I have accomplished things, which included bumming around with friends, still I failed to remember a lot of things. I will be coming back soon and may this be my checklist agenda:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;submit white papers&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;request and pay for tcg or get tcg; waaah! I need one for my Thursday interview. Guess, I’ll be submitting an incomplete tcg&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;sign a UP Alumni Association form&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;meet with Wendell regarding StatSoc and BOD finances&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;pass by UPYFC tambayan&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;get Sir Kikko’s contact number&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;To be accomplished before going to Mindoro.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;‘Give way’&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She loves him.&lt;br /&gt;She voiced it out first.&lt;br /&gt;I'm not sure if he likes her but one thing is for sure, I don’t feel such a strong feeling towards him ‘&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;yet&lt;/span&gt;’ that I would risk hurting her.&lt;br /&gt;Di na ko eeksena pa because I hated it when girls would flirt around my guy even if the guy made the first move.&lt;br /&gt;Girls must learn to distance themselves, that is why, I am.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Discerning…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Can I put service on top of my priorities? Would I like to? Waaaah!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11662929-111513235046133268?l=wildflower05.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wildflower05.blogspot.com/feeds/111513235046133268/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11662929&amp;postID=111513235046133268' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11662929/posts/default/111513235046133268'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11662929/posts/default/111513235046133268'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wildflower05.blogspot.com/2005/05/agenda-i-went-back-to-my-beloved-alma.html' title=''/><author><name>goddess roan</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v31/godes5/smiles65.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11662929.post-111365024892106118</id><published>2005-04-16T19:12:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-05-02T00:18:13.566+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;table id="HB_Mail_Container" height="100%" cellspacing="0" cellpadding="0" width="100%" border="0" unselectable="on"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr height="100%" width="100%" unselectable="on"&gt;&lt;td id="HB_Focus_Element" valign="top" width="100%" background="" height="250" unselectable="off"&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Gone Too Soon&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;March 29, 1995&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dear Rose Ann,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;…..&lt;br /&gt;Bayaan mo Rosie pangako ko sa iyo dadalaw ako dito sa school. Pero make sure na kilala mo pa ako at papansinin pag pumunta ako sa SMS.&lt;br /&gt;…..&lt;br /&gt;Rosie I will never ever forget you. Even though I'm in the other school or until the end of my life or world. You’re still my Best friend.&lt;br /&gt;…..&lt;br /&gt;Friends they come in&lt;br /&gt;Friends they go&lt;br /&gt;Nothing really lasts&lt;br /&gt;Forever ever&lt;br /&gt;…..&lt;br /&gt;Bye Bye my True Friend&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Truly yours,&lt;br /&gt;Tam-Tam&lt;br /&gt;Summer Kae T. Dela Cruz&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Summer was my very best friend in grade school until her sister had to tag her along when the latter left SMS for high school. Our communication lines were cut after that. It was really sad. I tried looking for ways to get in touch with her when I was in highschool. But, I was unsuccessful. Until, 4 years ago, I received a shocking text message. My very dear friend has died.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, Summer Kae (I changed the spelling of my sister’s nick to be like hers), left this vale even before entering college. Intelligent as she was, she passed &lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;PLM&lt;/span&gt; and would have graduated by now. Would have….&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I came to Rizal Funeral, her sole sister instantly recognized me. She came to me with tears in her eyes. I swear I was so near in breaking down when she uttered that Summer had long wanted to contact me especially while she was confined in the hospital. She said that they would even read my last letter to her and recall it with sooo much fondness. The letter above contains parts of her letter to me. (kakakilabot how she wrote that letter and the next time I see her, she’s dead na) I miss her and how I wished I were beside her while she was suffering from her cancer pains. Haaay…. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She was the younger of two siblings. An intelligent person nonetheless, a good daughter and one of the best friends one could encounter. And even after four years, and more years of no communication, reading her letter brushes me with sadness.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr unselectable="on" hb_tag="1"&gt;&lt;td style="FONT-SIZE: 1pt" height="1" unselectable="on"&gt;&lt;div id="hotbar_promo"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11662929-111365024892106118?l=wildflower05.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wildflower05.blogspot.com/feeds/111365024892106118/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11662929&amp;postID=111365024892106118' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11662929/posts/default/111365024892106118'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11662929/posts/default/111365024892106118'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wildflower05.blogspot.com/2005/04/gone-too-soonmarch-29-1995-dear-rose.html' title=''/><author><name>goddess roan</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v31/godes5/smiles65.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11662929.post-111348905950251201</id><published>2005-04-15T14:28:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-04-15T21:58:12.326+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;survey...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Just thought of answering one of the surveys from friendster…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;34 questions under d sun!&lt;br /&gt;1.dO u LovE uRseLf?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&gt; YUH&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;2.ur greates fear?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&gt; DEATH OF MY LOVED ONES&lt;br /&gt;3.what do u hate about urself?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&gt; ‘LAMPA’&lt;br /&gt;4.LovE tO sinG?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&gt; YES!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;5.the person on ur mind?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&gt; HONEYPIE, I'm READING HER ANSWERS WHILE EDITING IT FOR POSTING&lt;br /&gt;6.y is he/she on ur mind?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&gt; NYAK, EXCITED! ANSWERED IT ALREADY&lt;br /&gt;7.do u love him/her (see number 5)?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&gt; YES :P&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;8.ud rather receive wat dan wat?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&gt; CHOCOLATES THAN FLOWERS, HEHE&lt;br /&gt;9.chocolates &amp; flowers or stuff toy &amp;amp; flowers?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&gt; CHOCOLATES AND STUFF TOY! HEHE, PERO BETWEEN CHOCOLATES AND STUFF TOY, I’D PREFER…(NEED I ANSWER) CHOCOLATES!!!&lt;br /&gt;10. rule/s u alwys follow wen giving gift 2 dopposite sex?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&gt; RULES?! SHOULD THERE BE ANY RULES?!&lt;br /&gt;11. do u fall easily?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&gt; HMMM… LET’S JUST SAY THAT WHEN I FALL, I FALL HARD&lt;br /&gt;12. marry perfect friend or marry perfect friend??&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&gt; HUH?!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;13.night or day?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&gt; NIGHT&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;14.mUsiCiaN oR PoLitiCiaN?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&gt; MUSICIAN, BABY! HEHE&lt;br /&gt;15.do u LovE kiDs or babies?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&gt; BABIES&lt;br /&gt;16.a gUy/GiRl oLdEr THan U oR yOungER tHanu?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&gt; WAHAHA!!! NATAWA KO. I DON’T HAVE PREFERENCE ANYMORE. BASTA MATURE&lt;br /&gt;17.romance or comedy?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&gt; COMEDY (BUT NOT TOO SHALLOW)&lt;br /&gt;18.watch movie w/ friends or w/ gf/ bf?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&gt; FRIEND DIN NAMAN ANG BOYFRIEND AH? HAHA, I'M BEING NAIVE&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;19.truth or dare??&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&gt; DARE (TAKOT AKO)&lt;br /&gt;20.love or lust?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&gt; DUH?! LOVE!&lt;br /&gt;21.dO yOu bELeiVe in maGic?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&gt; MALAMANG LANG…&lt;br /&gt;22.sUn rise or sunset?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&gt; SUNRISE&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;23.moon or stars??&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&gt; STARS &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;24.fruits or veggies?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&gt; ABHOR VEGGIES!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;25.vOdKa oR rEd winE?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&gt; VODKA ICE, HEHE. PERO BETWEEN VODKA TONIC OR RED WINE, RED WINE!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;26.fries &amp; burger or rice &amp;amp; steak?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&gt; STEAK AND FRIES!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;27.read or watch movie?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&gt; WATCH!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;28.wat is ur favorite song?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&gt; ANGEL BY SARAH MACLACHLAN&lt;br /&gt;29.one song u wud want ur love to sing for u?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&gt; SECRET! HEHE&lt;br /&gt;30.y did u chus dat song(see number 29)?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&gt; BASTA GUSTO KO YUNG KINOCONVINCE AKONG MAHAL AKO O PINAPANGAKUAN AKONG SAFE AKO&lt;br /&gt;31.d person u admire most (same sex)?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&gt; HMMM…&lt;br /&gt;32.y do u admire him/her(see number 31)?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&gt; CAN’T COME UP WITH THE ‘MOST’ E&lt;br /&gt;33.favorite radio program?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&gt; 89.1&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;34.last question, how r u going 2 spend ursummer?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&gt; WANT A VACATION!!! BADLY! GUSTO KONG MAGHIBERNATE TO THE VERY SENSE OF THE WORD PERO I STILL CANT ‘COZ DADDY’S ARRIVING ON SUNDAY NA AND STILL HAVE A CAMP TO PREPARE FOR. HAAAY… PAGOD NA KO… DI PA TALAGA KO NAGPAPAHINGA&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Discoveries&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As I mentioned, we are preparing for our youth camp. Yesterday, we went to Tagaytay to look for a venue. We left for Tagaytay minutes past 8am. We found venues that had good sleeping areas but no session halls. We discovered cheap campsites but with no sleeping areas, we would have to provide our own tents. We unearthed deserted resorts. We came across small time villas with rooms smelling anciently, fortunately it was booked on our desired date. We located a stiff retreat house but it was booked for April 29-May1. Until finally, we found &lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;SVD-Postulancy&lt;/span&gt;! Thank God!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And oh, on our little voyage a while ago, we uncovered &lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Hacienda Isabella&lt;/span&gt;. It’s a vacation house owned by the diva, Kuh Ledesma. It was perfect for someone who would seek solitude. I swear! I love the house. It was the perfect vacation house for me. It was all white, with antiques, with high ceilings, with open glass windows, huge openings, and the perfect ambiance of peacefulness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I though of posting the house's pictures but that would be unethical. Plus, I think I was not supposed to take shots of the place but the caretaker was new so she didn't mind, hehe&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Another Discovery.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I was browsing through my “senti” boxes. I found my old “semstarter notes”, just like the one posted by &lt;a href="http://www.xanga.com/hunnieit"&gt;honeypie&lt;/a&gt; in her blog. I found that she (not honeypie ha) gave me “charming.” We weren’t close so I'm givng myself a pick-me-up and think that she truly finds me “charming.” Hehe. I'm putting my feet up now.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11662929-111348905950251201?l=wildflower05.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wildflower05.blogspot.com/feeds/111348905950251201/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11662929&amp;postID=111348905950251201' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11662929/posts/default/111348905950251201'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11662929/posts/default/111348905950251201'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wildflower05.blogspot.com/2005/04/survey.html' title=''/><author><name>goddess roan</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v31/godes5/smiles65.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11662929.post-111338279016651349</id><published>2005-04-13T16:53:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-04-13T16:59:50.170+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;INBOX&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Received this text from my favorite app among her batch yesterday morning,&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;Mas mami2s k nmin, statsoc wont b d same w/o u.. Actually kulng p nga un cnulat q s tribute dami q p gus2 sbhn sau, bsta im rily hapi dat we bcame frends.!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wasn’t able to reply. So, she resent it last night. Ain’t that the sweetest, she wanted to make sure I got it. It was sooo sincere of her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here are more of goodbye/thank you messages that was left saved in my inbox:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Jean:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;Tenx 4 stepping in2 my lyf &amp; being my FRIEND hoping wat we hav startd wil not change  as tym goes by.. NO GudBYES!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Grace:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;MRmg mRm p0ng sLmt s lht! NpkaBait nyo po tlga..…sobrang thank you! Ü syng po at grduatng n po kau.. sna mksma q p kau.. mahl n mhl q po kau! Ü God bless! Ü&lt;/span&gt;           &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Talplacido:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;…..Ü kapg lumabas tyo minsan, aalagaan kta na prang bf mko! Way of saying tenkyu 4 evrytng uv done! Ü&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;skuL’s Lyk hell!u hav 2pas s2pd sbjCts,u hav 2go thru huundrds of eXms,u evn hv 2do h0mewrks! but stil, i thank God 4skul..y? shmpre, dun kta nkiLLA e.. Ü Ü Ü&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sum pipol r sPcial bcz of wt dy do. Bt ur sPcial bCz of hu u r &amp; wt uV dAn 2me cz by js being urSLf, uV mdE oL d difrnce. Thnkz a lot! Ü&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kaw dn po lagi mgiingat! Ü bsta hnd tyo dpat mwalan ng c0munication! Mgprammis ka! Hehe.. Ü dpat tnagalan ko pa ung yakap ko syo nung cd no? Haay..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Jane:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;Ate, Salamat tlga s tiwala..Totoo mamimiss ko kau paggraduate n kau..God bles..Ingat! Ü&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Jing:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;…..Im also happy having met sm1 lyk u. We’ll miss yah. Gudlak.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Tierra:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;MyBitches. Maraming salamat sa lahat.Ang totoo,mejo kinabahan ako nung una,kasi 1st time na di south group ang kasama ko.Pero OK din pala kayo katrabaho…..Mahal ko kayo at mamimiss ko kayo ng todo-todo pagdating ng panahon ng di na tayo magkakasama*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Rosselle:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;Tnx guys..s0brang namiss ko kaung lahat! Ü sleep 0ver tau samin one tym b4 mind0ro. Ü I l0ve all of u.. Ü c0ngrats satin lahat! Ü GODBLESS Ü&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Mark Anthony:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;…..d q tLg kya n mwALa ung frndxp nten.. LuvydubBy ate, mis u..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Chuck:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;Thanks roan.. L c u n d real world n a wYL.. Galingan m0 HA?Mamimis ko fashion sens mo Ü DANCE Gruvsmo ÜBRAcesmoÜA PLEASURE HAVN U AS A FREND… Wag ka iyak Ü&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Jo:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;D ak mkakasama ate. Sowie…. Asa pr0vince na ko. I’L b missing y0u! Ü&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Cess:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;Awww. Thanx ate roan… Mas mamimiss ka namen! Basta required kau sa activities ng statsoc nx year! Hehe… Loveshoe po!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;…..Miss n kita! Ü&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess I would have to move on because college is OVER. I would be bringing with me sweet words, joyful and pleasant memories from the people who made college a 4-year worth remembering.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Prayers please…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A former sexy actress had a miscarriage this morning. She found out that her 7-week old fetus lost its heartbeat. It would have been her first child. She left the doctor’s office in tears.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We were terrified seeing the woman weeping because we were told that Mommy’s case is more dangerous than hers. Fortunately (and thank God), Mommy has not yet  (Yet, because she is in a very critical stage) lost her baby. She has to take complete rest or else…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whoever is reading this blog, please include my mommy in your prayers that she may keep her child and also the former actress that she may be given another chance to bear a child or at least take be strong enough to recognize God’s will.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Thanks in advance.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11662929-111338279016651349?l=wildflower05.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wildflower05.blogspot.com/feeds/111338279016651349/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11662929&amp;postID=111338279016651349' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11662929/posts/default/111338279016651349'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11662929/posts/default/111338279016651349'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wildflower05.blogspot.com/2005/04/inbox-received-this-text-from-my.html' title=''/><author><name>goddess roan</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v31/godes5/smiles65.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11662929.post-111323137048721584</id><published>2005-04-11T22:51:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-04-12T12:26:03.186+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Reality Check!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I swear!!! I can’t stop crying. Tears kept on streaming down my face while viewing the tribute prepared by the other Statsocers. It was actually Mommy Arlene’s fault. She was sitting beside me, staring at my monitor as well, when pictures of the year that was went flying in and out. Then, she said, &lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;“Mamimiss mo yan. Iba na pag work, wala ka ng magiging friends. Meron man, paisa-isa na lang.”&lt;/span&gt; Huuuuwaaaaatttt???!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My gas! I don’t want to work then. I am sure gonna miss StatSoc because serving as a BOD was truly enjoyable because of the warmth and affection I felt from the people around me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I remember the scene early this afternoon, right after the induction of the new sets of UP StatSoc Board of Directors. I started jumping up and down as I realized that I am technically lifted from my responsibilities as a FinCom Chair. I screamed, “Mem na uli ako.” But then someone, retorted, “hindi ka kaya mem!.” And true enough, reality check. It will bever be the same. I may visit them, I may be a part or still witness some of their activities but I just won't be the same. I won't see them daily. I won't witness their growth. I won't be acquainted to all mems and will not get a chance to know the applicants at all. Because reality check, &lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;I am no longer a mem but an Alumna.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr unselectable="on" hb_tag="1"&gt;&lt;td style="FONT-SIZE: 1pt" unselectable="on" height="1"&gt;&lt;div id="hotbar_promo"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img alt="I'm missing everyone already..." src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v31/godes5/missyou.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11662929-111323137048721584?l=wildflower05.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wildflower05.blogspot.com/feeds/111323137048721584/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11662929&amp;postID=111323137048721584' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11662929/posts/default/111323137048721584'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11662929/posts/default/111323137048721584'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wildflower05.blogspot.com/2005/04/reality-check-i-swear-i-cant-stop.html' title=''/><author><name>goddess roan</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v31/godes5/smiles65.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11662929.post-111288974362067147</id><published>2005-04-07T23:59:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-04-08T00:02:23.623+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;table id="HB_Mail_Container" height="100%" cellspacing="0" cellpadding="0" width="100%" border="0" unselectable="on"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr height="100%" unselectable="on" width="100%"&gt;&lt;td id="HB_Focus_Element" valign="top" width="100%" background="" height="250" unselectable="off"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Humbled.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I cried a lot today. I cried in Stat hallway. I cried inside the CR. I cried in Shakey’s, in David’s car and in every instant I receive text messages from my family.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is without doubt the situation (in the whole stretch of my 20 years) that has humbled me most. I was braggy and boastful for I was truly counting the chicks even before the eggs hatch. I swear, I have learned my lesson. And truly, I am humbled more than words can say.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I swear! Daddy is the best! He was truly gentle with me. He did not accuse or blame me. He truly made me feel loved despite the disappointments I brought him. He was still willing to give me everything he offered me to have even if I don’t get to be a laude anymore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Btw, the scripture message for today is exactly what I wanted and needed to hear:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;You are blessed when you feel you’ve lost what is most dear to you. Only then can you be embraced by the ONE most dear to you. – Matthew 5:4&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But really Lord, help. Ang hirap mag-move on…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr unselectable="on" hb_tag="1"&gt;&lt;td style="FONT-SIZE: 1pt" height="1" unselectable="on"&gt;&lt;div id="hotbar_promo"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11662929-111288974362067147?l=wildflower05.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wildflower05.blogspot.com/feeds/111288974362067147/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11662929&amp;postID=111288974362067147' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11662929/posts/default/111288974362067147'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11662929/posts/default/111288974362067147'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wildflower05.blogspot.com/2005/04/humbled.html' title=''/><author><name>goddess roan</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v31/godes5/smiles65.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11662929.post-111280816501459520</id><published>2005-04-07T01:20:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-04-07T01:22:45.016+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Could it be?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I made a lot of excuses. I delayed and laxed tons of time. I did all that in purpose just so they will not pick me anymore. But still, they did. Still, they trust me. Still, they have faith in me. Still, they chose me even if tonight’s meeting is the first meeting I have ever attended for 6 months. Yes, 6 months!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Could it be that God is leading me here? Could it be that this is where he truly wants me now? Could it be a calling? But, I am soooo scared, terrified to the umpteenth power. Lord, please, I can’t… &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11662929-111280816501459520?l=wildflower05.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wildflower05.blogspot.com/feeds/111280816501459520/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11662929&amp;postID=111280816501459520' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11662929/posts/default/111280816501459520'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11662929/posts/default/111280816501459520'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wildflower05.blogspot.com/2005/04/could-it-be-i-made-lot-of-excuses.html' title=''/><author><name>goddess roan</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v31/godes5/smiles65.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11662929.post-111271642468374391</id><published>2005-04-05T23:47:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-04-05T23:53:44.686+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;table id="HB_Mail_Container" height="100%" cellspacing="0" cellpadding="0" width="100%" border="0" unselectable="on"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr height="100%" unselectable="on" width="100%"&gt;&lt;td id="HB_Focus_Element" valign="top" width="100%" background="" height="250" unselectable="off"&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Plan B&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was looking forward for our Bora trip. I was all so psyched about traveling on a cruise liner and finally setting foot on the white sands of Boracay. I already asked &lt;a href="http://hippiechick.tk"&gt;Tiepee&lt;/a&gt; to be my summer shopping buddy. I was preparing myself to walk and basically live with my stomach tucked in. I already said, “yes” to my dear yfc gals. I already got my permission from Daddy until this morning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I woke up with our helper greeting me with a message from mommy. She said, “Hold on to the ticket fare.” I sensed it coming. I knew that they would be seizing my permission to leave before graduation. And they did. They all conspired to it. They said that they have taken good care of me for the last 20 years and they just would not test fate now. They would not risk not seeing me march on the 22nd. Nobody was on my side. No matter how I beg, no matter how much I show them that I sooo need this trip, they just would not let me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Good thing, I have a plan b. I still would be out of the metro on the 11th. We’ll be going to the year-end party of StatSoc, which reminds me… I can’t hibernate yet. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;But today, is truly the first ever day that I am completely acad-worry free! Feels sooo good.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr unselectable="on" hb_tag="1"&gt;&lt;td style="FONT-SIZE: 1pt" height="1" unselectable="on"&gt;&lt;div id="hotbar_promo" align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11662929-111271642468374391?l=wildflower05.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wildflower05.blogspot.com/feeds/111271642468374391/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11662929&amp;postID=111271642468374391' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11662929/posts/default/111271642468374391'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11662929/posts/default/111271642468374391'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wildflower05.blogspot.com/2005/04/plan-b-i-was-looking-forward-for-our.html' title=''/><author><name>goddess roan</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v31/godes5/smiles65.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11662929.post-111263275043864522</id><published>2005-04-04T01:23:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-04-05T00:49:22.753+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;img alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v31/godes5/gmail.gif" /&gt;I lurve GMAIL!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Really.&lt;br /&gt;Thanks for making it easy for me to attach emails.&lt;br /&gt;Thank you for allowing me to extract attachments easier.&lt;br /&gt;Thank you for accommodating a 10mb attachment.&lt;br /&gt;Thank you for the 1gig limit.&lt;br /&gt;Thank you for the comfort you have given me while doing my stat papers.&lt;br /&gt;Thanks so much, you have no idea!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For those, who want to have their own gmail but have noone to invite them, lemme know. I’d be very happy to share with you the beauty of Gmail&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;***&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Shouts to my dearest &lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Blockada&lt;/span&gt; for helping me through college; for keeping me sane; for putting up with my inadequacies; for understanding my absence; for keeping track with my acads; for all the &lt;em&gt;libre&lt;/em&gt;; for the comfort I have when commuting with you; for being my soundboards; for being sooo sweet and loving. You, gals, are without doubt – the BEST! Please…I'm begging, let us never cut our communication lines.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11662929-111263275043864522?l=wildflower05.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wildflower05.blogspot.com/feeds/111263275043864522/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11662929&amp;postID=111263275043864522' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11662929/posts/default/111263275043864522'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11662929/posts/default/111263275043864522'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wildflower05.blogspot.com/2005/04/i-lurve-gmail-really.html' title=''/><author><name>goddess roan</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v31/godes5/smiles65.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11662929.post-111229393807206457</id><published>2005-04-01T02:28:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-04-01T21:00:36.700+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Thing for Bad Boys&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love, love, love &lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Hayden Christensen&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;I had a major crush on him during StarWars. And now, it all came back as I watched Life is a House. He was a bad boy. He had too many piercing. He listens to extremely loud music. He loves to deviate. He is rebellious. He was tough but inside one can find a soft spot. He’s role as Anakin was the same. Plus, who can resist such expressive eyes!!!.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I also love &lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Eminem&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;He loves rap. He swears a lot in his songs. He cares not about the opinions of other people. He rebels. He is unafraid to speak out. But behind that sturdy appearance and personality lies a very loving father. I swear, you should listen to the songs he dedicates to his daughter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My ex was a bad boy too.&lt;br /&gt;Not bad, bad boy. He was arrogant, conceited, and overconfident. But even if a lot of people hated him, he was truly loved by his family to whom he is willing to devote his whole life to. I loved this side of him, the other side, never mind, hehe joke&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really like man with a stance of a bad boy. I want a man who would try to control me. I want a man who would make me shut up and listen. I want a man who is tough outside but can be just as sweet. I want a hard-to-get man. Coz basically, I want a protector not that I can’t take care of myself. But really, I want someone who makes me feel secure. I want someone who would not let go of my hand. I want a MAN.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v31/godes5/images2.jpg" /&gt; &lt;img height="100" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v31/godes5/Eminem.jpg" width="100" /&gt;&lt;img height="100" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v31/godes5/migz.jpg" width="100" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11662929-111229393807206457?l=wildflower05.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wildflower05.blogspot.com/feeds/111229393807206457/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11662929&amp;postID=111229393807206457' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11662929/posts/default/111229393807206457'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11662929/posts/default/111229393807206457'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wildflower05.blogspot.com/2005/04/thing-for-bad-boys-i-love-love-love.html' title=''/><author><name>goddess roan</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v31/godes5/smiles65.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11662929.post-111186357273055804</id><published>2005-03-27T02:52:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-03-27T02:59:32.733+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;table id="HB_Mail_Container" height="100%" cellspacing="0" cellpadding="0" width="100%" border="0" unselectable="on"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr height="100%" unselectable="on" width="100%"&gt;&lt;td id="HB_Focus_Element" valign="top" width="100%" background="" height="250" unselectable="off"&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I rest&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;"&gt;If God gave u a dozen roses &amp; u ask why der r no thorns, He’d smile, show His bleeding hands &amp;amp; say “I took dem out, so you wont get hurt.” Hav a Blessd Holy Week!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is Lenten message that struck me most. It is soooo true. He doesn’t want me hurt. He doesn’t want me to go astray. He doesn’t want me lost. He is finding me to lead me back home. He does all this even to His very expense. And with that thought, with that truth, I rest.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy Easter!&lt;img alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v31/godes5/jesus/lcpjesus1.gif" /&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr unselectable="on" hb_tag="1"&gt;&lt;td style="FONT-SIZE: 1pt" height="1" unselectable="on"&gt;&lt;div id="hotbar_promo"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11662929-111186357273055804?l=wildflower05.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wildflower05.blogspot.com/feeds/111186357273055804/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11662929&amp;postID=111186357273055804' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11662929/posts/default/111186357273055804'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11662929/posts/default/111186357273055804'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wildflower05.blogspot.com/2005/03/i-rest-if-god-gave-u-dozen-roses-say-i.html' title=''/><author><name>goddess roan</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v31/godes5/smiles65.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11662929.post-111181509996063758</id><published>2005-03-26T13:20:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-03-26T13:31:39.966+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Guilt trip&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The German translated his earlier text (see previous entry). And as I suspected, he was confessing his love for moi. Yes, it was all-flattering but unfortunately, I can’t reciprocate it. You can just imagine the flow of conversation – I turning him down, he blatantly saying &lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;‘ouch’&lt;/span&gt; , I saying ‘sorry’ and all that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But what wounded me up was the pressing of guilt. He texted me this:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;"&gt;Bkt k mgso2ri? I dont deserve ur sori.. Ganyan talaga ang buhay, failure comes.. NgdDrive aq ng sc0oter knNa... Kng d lng aq mbait s srili q, ibnangGa q n 2..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At aLam mo bng ng shot p q ng alak b4 aq mgdRive.. Sab q nga, d q man ibngGa 2, sna my bumangGa sken.. Gus2 qng mkLimutan ang lahat.. Ano ba mALi? Sken?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know I should not be bothered. I know telling him off now is better than making him hope for nothing. But the guilt trip…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is not the first time a situation such as this happened to me. I seem to be attracting suicidal suitors. I seem to be drawing attentions of men who entertain desperate thoughts. There was one who wanted to jump from the top floor of Quezon Hall but was instead found ingesting himself with alcohol around the same building. I had a suitor who was thrown out of his college the semester I turned him down because he had zero-units passing. Oh yes, and most of his friends blamed me. Duh! Can’t they point their accusing finger to their very friend?! Another tried “e” after I told him the truth… and now this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is not a women’s fault if they can’t love you back. And most especially, it isn’t their fault whatever you do to yourself after that. If you men think turning someone down is very enjoyable for women, then hey, we are certainly giving you the wrong impression. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Men, please be ready of such a situation because really, you can’t win ‘em all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The Quizzes Begin&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table cellspacing="0" cellpadding="2" width="400" align="center" border="1"  style="color:black;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="middle"  style="color:#66ccff;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:14;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Your Dominant Intelligence is Logical-Mathematical Intelligence&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#ffffff"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.quizdiva.net/bt/logical.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are great at finding patterns and relationships between things.&lt;br /&gt;Always curious about how things work, you love to set up experiments.&lt;br /&gt;You need for the world to make sense - and are good at making sense of it.&lt;br /&gt;You have a head for numbers and math ... and you can solve almost any logic puzzle.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You would make a great scientist, engineer, computer programmer, researcher, accountant, or mathematician.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/intelligencequiz.html"&gt;What Kind of Intelligence Do You Have?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11662929-111181509996063758?l=wildflower05.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wildflower05.blogspot.com/feeds/111181509996063758/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11662929&amp;postID=111181509996063758' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11662929/posts/default/111181509996063758'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11662929/posts/default/111181509996063758'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wildflower05.blogspot.com/2005/03/guilt-trip-german-translated-his.html' title=''/><author><name>goddess roan</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v31/godes5/smiles65.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11662929.post-111172593109920335</id><published>2005-03-25T12:33:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2005-03-25T13:33:27.396+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;table id="HB_Mail_Container" height="100%" cellspacing="0" cellpadding="0" width="100%" border="0" unselectable="on"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr height="100%" unselectable="on" width="100%"&gt;&lt;td id="HB_Focus_Element" valign="top" width="100%" background="" height="250" unselectable="off"&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Not Unique&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At the first chance of meeting people, I would normally get the remark that&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt; ‘I look familiar’&lt;/span&gt; I got used to that. I got used when other people would say that I look like someone else or if I have the same features with a particular person. It may be hard to accept that my face is not only one of its kind.&lt;br /&gt;But as I stumbled upon my past tagboard, I got the shock of my life. It may be shallow but truly it is my first time to encounter a name exactly as mine. I have seen a name of &lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Rose Anne Ferrera&lt;/span&gt; but this one is &lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Rose Ann Ferrer&lt;/span&gt;, no more and no less. She is also a Filipina. How ultimately weird is that?!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;She left her e-mail add and I hope to get to know he more. Just out of curiosity.  &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr unselectable="on" hb_tag="1"&gt;&lt;td style="FONT-SIZE: 1pt" height="1" unselectable="on"&gt;&lt;div id="hotbar_promo"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;What have I done?!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This morning I got this text message:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;"&gt;Ich weiss, ich will dich wiedersehn. Ich denke viel an dich. Wie soll ich das nur überstehen? Ich bin verschossen! *save mo yan ha* tnx. Ü&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I tried to translate it over the net 'coz he won't say it in English. I wasn’t able to grasp the entire message. The translated text was rather vague. But from the other parts, I know I'm screwed. Oh teach me to overcome my denseness =(&lt;/p&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/11662929-111172593109920335?l=wildflower05.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wildflower05.blogspot.com/feeds/111172593109920335/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11662929&amp;postID=111172593109920335' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11662929/posts/default/111172593109920335'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11662929/posts/default/111172593109920335'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wildflower05.blogspot.com/2005/03/not-unique-at-first-chance_111172593109920335.html' title=''/><author><name>goddess roan</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v31/godes5/smiles65.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11662929.post-111165017724128909</id><published>2005-03-24T15:35:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2005-03-25T01:16:46.440+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I'm Back&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I surrender! I give up! I cannot NOT have a blog. I missed it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, I especially miss not being able to visit my friends' blogs because I don't know their URL. I truly missed their entries. I got all-so-sad to have seen their posts. I felt like I just came from Mars since I was not that updated to their whereabouts and stories.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am keeping a blog if that is a way to keep in touch with my friends. I am keeping this blog if that is a way to keep my connection lines open. I am keeping this blog especially now that school is almost over... for good.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11662929-111165017724128909?l=wildflower05.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wildflower05.blogspot.com/feeds/111165017724128909/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11662929&amp;postID=111165017724128909' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11662929/posts/default/111165017724128909'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11662929/posts/default/111165017724128909'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wildflower05.blogspot.com/2005/03/im-back-i-surrender-i-give-up-i-cannot.html' title=''/><author><name>goddess roan</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v31/godes5/smiles65.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
