<?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-3901456</id><updated>2011-04-21T11:00:05.868-07:00</updated><category term='wish list'/><title type='text'>ERROR!</title><subtitle type='html'>i'M a CoMmOn GirL&lt;br&gt;WiTh CoMmOn ThOuGhTs&lt;br&gt;aNd i'Ve LeD&lt;br&gt;a CoMmOn LiFe.&lt;br&gt;I hAvE nO mOnUmEnT&lt;br&gt;aNd mY nAmE WiLL&lt;br&gt;sOoN bE FoRgOtTeN,&lt;br&gt;bUt i &lt;br&gt;HaVe LoVeD aNoThEr&lt;br&gt;WiTh aLL mY hEaRt&lt;br&gt;aNd SouL&lt;br&gt; aNd tO mE&lt;br&gt; tHiS hAs&lt;br&gt; aLwAyS bEeN eNoUgH...&lt;br&gt;

&lt;br&gt;The Notebook&lt;br&gt;
&lt;br&gt;Nicholas Sparks&lt;/br&gt;</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://liteee.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3901456/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://liteee.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3901456/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>lite</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14053277058660724967</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>310</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3901456.post-4286762424806499302</id><published>2008-07-01T21:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-01T21:46:10.733-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;stupid stupid stupid!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yan kse ... hindi nag iisip!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;talaga bang papel ko nlang sa mundo ang magdusa?!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:_( &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haaay ang saklap naman ng kapalaran ko!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3901456-4286762424806499302?l=liteee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3901456/posts/default/4286762424806499302'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3901456/posts/default/4286762424806499302'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://liteee.blogspot.com/2008/07/stupid-stupid-stupid-yan-kse.html' title=''/><author><name>lite</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14053277058660724967</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3901456.post-3024553970760869509</id><published>2008-07-01T02:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-01T02:52:19.232-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>big mistake number 1&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;marrying my ex&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;big mistake number 2&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/3901456-3024553970760869509?l=liteee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3901456/posts/default/3024553970760869509'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3901456/posts/default/3024553970760869509'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://liteee.blogspot.com/2008/07/big-mistake-number-1-marrying-my-ex-big.html' title=''/><author><name>lite</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14053277058660724967</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3901456.post-1209857442334630700</id><published>2008-04-14T18:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-14T18:52:27.190-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>textmate&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;blang araw lhat ng bgay at ikinasasaya m ngayn ay mwawala ring lhat. be ready&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;... nawala na, matagal na. mag dadalawang taon na&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;di na ko magiging masaya forever ... ayan, masaya ka na?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3901456-1209857442334630700?l=liteee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3901456/posts/default/1209857442334630700'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3901456/posts/default/1209857442334630700'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://liteee.blogspot.com/2008/04/textmate-blang-araw-lhat-ng-bgay-at.html' title=''/><author><name>lite</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14053277058660724967</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3901456.post-4048063392282523661</id><published>2008-04-07T23:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-07T23:44:31.909-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>officially missing you&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3901456-4048063392282523661?l=liteee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3901456/posts/default/4048063392282523661'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3901456/posts/default/4048063392282523661'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://liteee.blogspot.com/2008/04/officially-missing-you.html' title=''/><author><name>lite</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14053277058660724967</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3901456.post-6674534811421646787</id><published>2008-03-16T22:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-16T22:43:11.560-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>stalker in the net!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3901456-6674534811421646787?l=liteee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3901456/posts/default/6674534811421646787'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3901456/posts/default/6674534811421646787'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://liteee.blogspot.com/2008/03/stalker-in-net.html' title=''/><author><name>lite</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14053277058660724967</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3901456.post-7018516187178406251</id><published>2008-02-10T18:57:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-10T19:07:02.280-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>bad trip last night ... when he returned my son, he already cut his hair (skinhead).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i got really pissed off ... so instead of asking whether he wants to come to family day with us ... i got mad and he just left right away. but he called me around midnight to apologize ... how not him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;he's been talking with one of the faculty here. asking for help and maybe insights. maybe it's good for him. he's now being bothersome because she just told me that he's been calling every day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my son was really so depressed when he left last night. it's really breaking my heart to see how he misses and loves his father. and to think that he's not like that with me :_(&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3901456-7018516187178406251?l=liteee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3901456/posts/default/7018516187178406251'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3901456/posts/default/7018516187178406251'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://liteee.blogspot.com/2008/02/bad-trip-last-night.html' title=''/><author><name>lite</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14053277058660724967</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3901456.post-3207980054401131861</id><published>2008-02-10T18:50:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-10T18:56:06.651-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>February&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i just noticed it now&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this is the month &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;that i do a lot of foolish and insane things and decisions&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/3901456-3207980054401131861?l=liteee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3901456/posts/default/3207980054401131861'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3901456/posts/default/3207980054401131861'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://liteee.blogspot.com/2008/02/february-i-just-noticed-it-now-this-is.html' title=''/><author><name>lite</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14053277058660724967</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3901456.post-4339902672403508874</id><published>2008-02-06T02:16:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-06T02:17:44.073-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>FOCUS ... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PRIORITIZE ...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3901456-4339902672403508874?l=liteee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3901456/posts/default/4339902672403508874'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3901456/posts/default/4339902672403508874'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://liteee.blogspot.com/2008/02/focus.html' title=''/><author><name>lite</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14053277058660724967</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3901456.post-3549542513353761877</id><published>2008-02-01T03:13:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-01T03:18:23.897-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>WTF!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i cant believe i just bought a 10k worth eyeglasses ... soooo insane!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i just cant say no to the ophtha who did the sales talk =(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haaay&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3901456-3549542513353761877?l=liteee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3901456/posts/default/3549542513353761877'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3901456/posts/default/3549542513353761877'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://liteee.blogspot.com/2008/02/wtf-i-cant-believe-i-just-bought-10k.html' title=''/><author><name>lite</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14053277058660724967</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3901456.post-6594850947497396222</id><published>2008-01-25T22:09:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-25T22:14:45.468-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>nothing there ...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3901456-6594850947497396222?l=liteee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3901456/posts/default/6594850947497396222'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3901456/posts/default/6594850947497396222'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://liteee.blogspot.com/2008/01/nothing-there.html' title=''/><author><name>lite</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14053277058660724967</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3901456.post-1116592132679171799</id><published>2008-01-18T00:28:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-18T00:30:18.906-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>haaay ... i feel so bloated today!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;next week i will really test ... oh please oh please oh please ... be negative!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3901456-1116592132679171799?l=liteee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3901456/posts/default/1116592132679171799'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3901456/posts/default/1116592132679171799'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://liteee.blogspot.com/2008/01/haaay.html' title=''/><author><name>lite</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14053277058660724967</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3901456.post-6450349501206078050</id><published>2008-01-16T02:50:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-25T23:10:50.902-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Random Errors :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after the love is gone&lt;br /&gt;what used to be right&lt;br /&gt;is wrong&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;        ... a line from a song, i forgot what&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;how do you know if you have a split personality without prof md telling you?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;****&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sa simula plang&lt;br /&gt;wala nang pupuntahan&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bkit nanaisin pang ituloy&lt;br /&gt;wala ring patutunguhan&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;naglalaro lang&lt;br /&gt;wala lang&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;... hehe&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3901456-6450349501206078050?l=liteee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3901456/posts/default/6450349501206078050'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3901456/posts/default/6450349501206078050'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://liteee.blogspot.com/2008/01/random-errors-d-after-love-is-gone-what.html' title=''/><author><name>lite</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14053277058660724967</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3901456.post-4650195193130909766</id><published>2008-01-14T02:57:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-14T02:57:37.846-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>oh please, let it be negative!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3901456-4650195193130909766?l=liteee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3901456/posts/default/4650195193130909766'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3901456/posts/default/4650195193130909766'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://liteee.blogspot.com/2008/01/oh-please-let-it-be-negative.html' title=''/><author><name>lite</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14053277058660724967</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3901456.post-6323743465444588753</id><published>2008-01-13T20:18:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-13T20:20:03.221-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>PB&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i already finished prison break season 1.  I literally fast forwarded the player!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wentworth miller is so ... &lt;sigh&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&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/3901456-6323743465444588753?l=liteee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3901456/posts/default/6323743465444588753'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3901456/posts/default/6323743465444588753'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://liteee.blogspot.com/2008/01/pb-i-already-finished-prison-break.html' title=''/><author><name>lite</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14053277058660724967</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3901456.post-2732553510185533422</id><published>2008-01-13T20:15:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-13T20:17:14.300-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>can't get you out of my head ...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3901456-2732553510185533422?l=liteee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3901456/posts/default/2732553510185533422'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3901456/posts/default/2732553510185533422'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://liteee.blogspot.com/2008/01/cant-get-you-out-of-my-head.html' title=''/><author><name>lite</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14053277058660724967</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3901456.post-5619553475199405033</id><published>2008-01-11T22:32:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-11T22:33:01.912-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>stalker stalking ... again!!! amp&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3901456-5619553475199405033?l=liteee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3901456/posts/default/5619553475199405033'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3901456/posts/default/5619553475199405033'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://liteee.blogspot.com/2008/01/stalker-stalking.html' title=''/><author><name>lite</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14053277058660724967</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3901456.post-8311778861412363902</id><published>2008-01-11T03:55:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-11T04:12:14.132-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>patintero&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3901456-8311778861412363902?l=liteee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3901456/posts/default/8311778861412363902'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3901456/posts/default/8311778861412363902'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://liteee.blogspot.com/2008/01/patintero.html' title=''/><author><name>lite</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14053277058660724967</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3901456.post-4906880889057642243</id><published>2007-10-25T18:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-25T19:38:57.685-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>my mom s stll in the hospital.  it's been one month and 15 days since her accident, that was 9/11. same date of the twin tower anniversary bombing. a very bad day.  she was very very lucky cause she survived the head on collision car crash.  she was on her way home to gensan from my grandparent's house in marbel. she was seated in front beside the driver.  she didnt really know what exactly happened since she was sleeping while the passenger van was traveling. she just woke after the crash and was already lying on the road.  other people helped her to be brought in a nearby clinic for first aid and was later on transferred to doctor's hosp in gensan after they were able to contact my father. after a few days, we learned that the driver, the passenger beside her and at the back of the driver all died.  we were so thankful and really thought that it was a miracle that she survived. though there were really major damages in her body.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;her left leg was broken, some parts of her cheekbone was crushed and because of the impact she also had an injury inside her stomach/intestine.  so now she have an iron braces in her leg, stitches around her right eye and stitches inside her mouth (that's where they operated the cheekbone) and they had to cut open her tummy to find the damage inside.  the xray and the ultrasound was not able to detect it because it was very small but the doctors knew that there was something wrong since my mom kept on complaining that there was pain (full or empty stomach).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we really thank God that she's out of danger now. our only problem now is how we can pay the huge hospital bill and the doctor's PF.  it's now in 160k :_(  right now i already have 50k which i loaned from gsis.  they also asked help form PCSO but only 5k was given (the amount is now fixed for all). my aunt is also willing to lend me 20k.  So we still have to raise 80k.  i hope God will make another miracle. i know he has plans for us.  that's why, in spite of all of these misfortunes, he is giving me all the strength. and that i am not alone. i also have a lot of friends who's willing to help, financially and spiritually. and for that i am thankful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i am also thankful that my niece was confirmed negative for G6PD by the new born screening test. it's a deficiency in blood which could lead to severe anemia if some food or medicines are taken. really thankful that was just a false alarm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after this, im heading to pag ibig ofc to file my another loan. it's just around 10k, so, its down to 70k nlang ... hehe&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3901456-4906880889057642243?l=liteee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3901456/posts/default/4906880889057642243'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3901456/posts/default/4906880889057642243'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://liteee.blogspot.com/2007/10/my-mom-s-stll-in-hospital.html' title=''/><author><name>lite</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14053277058660724967</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3901456.post-6496263256981608508</id><published>2007-05-08T20:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-05-08T20:29:28.294-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Forgive, sounds good.&lt;br /&gt;Forget, I'm not sure I could.&lt;br /&gt;They say time heals everything,&lt;br /&gt;But I'm still waiting&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm through, with doubt,&lt;br /&gt;There's nothing left for me to figure out,&lt;br /&gt;I've paid a price, and i'll keep paying&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm not ready to make nice,&lt;br /&gt;I'm not ready to back down,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;I'm still mad as hell&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I don't have time&lt;br /&gt;To go round and round and round&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;It's too late to make it right&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I probably wouldn't if I could&lt;br /&gt;Cause I'm mad as hell&lt;br /&gt;Can't bring myself to do what it is&lt;br /&gt;You think I should&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know you said&lt;br /&gt;Why can't you just get over it,&lt;br /&gt;It turned my whole world around&lt;br /&gt;and i kind of like it&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I made by bed, and I sleep like a baby,&lt;br /&gt;With no regrets and I don't mind saying,&lt;br /&gt;It's a sad sad story&lt;br /&gt;That a mother will teach her daughter&lt;br /&gt;that she ought to hate a perfect stranger.&lt;br /&gt;And how in the world&lt;br /&gt;Can the words that I said&lt;br /&gt;Send somebody so over the edge&lt;br /&gt;That they'd write me a letter&lt;br /&gt;Saying that I better shut up and sing&lt;br /&gt;Or my life will be over&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm not ready to make nice,&lt;br /&gt;I'm not ready to back down,&lt;br /&gt;I'm still mad as hell&lt;br /&gt;And I don't have time&lt;br /&gt;To go round and round and round&lt;br /&gt;It's too late to make it right&lt;br /&gt;I probably wouldn't if I could&lt;br /&gt;Cause I'm mad as hell&lt;br /&gt;Can't bring myself to do what it is&lt;br /&gt;You think I should&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm not ready to make nice,&lt;br /&gt;I'm not ready to back down,&lt;br /&gt;I'm still mad as hell&lt;br /&gt;And I don't have time&lt;br /&gt;To go round and round and round&lt;br /&gt;It's too late to make it right&lt;br /&gt;I probably wouldn't if I could&lt;br /&gt;Cause I'm mad as hell&lt;br /&gt;Can't bring myself to do what it is&lt;br /&gt;You think I should&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Forgive, sounds good.&lt;br /&gt;Forget, I'm not sure I could.&lt;br /&gt;They say time heals everything,&lt;br /&gt;But I'm still waiting&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;dixie chicks&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3901456-6496263256981608508?l=liteee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3901456/posts/default/6496263256981608508'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3901456/posts/default/6496263256981608508'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://liteee.blogspot.com/2007/05/forgive-sounds-good.html' title=''/><author><name>lite</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14053277058660724967</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3901456.post-7670569033809034610</id><published>2007-04-16T03:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-04-16T03:51:58.089-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;bold&gt;Could've Been&lt;/bold&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The flowers you gave me&lt;br /&gt;Are just about to die&lt;br /&gt;When I think about&lt;br /&gt;What could've been&lt;br /&gt;It makes me want to cry&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The sweet words you whispered&lt;br /&gt;Didn't mean a thing&lt;br /&gt;I guess our song is over&lt;br /&gt;As we began to sing&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Could've been so beautiful&lt;br /&gt;Could've been so right&lt;br /&gt;Could've been my lover&lt;br /&gt;Every day of my life&lt;br /&gt;Could've been so beautiful&lt;br /&gt;Could've been so right&lt;br /&gt;I'll never hold what could've been&lt;br /&gt;On a cold and lonely night&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The memories of our lovin'&lt;br /&gt;Still linger in the air&lt;br /&gt;Like the fainted scent of your roses&lt;br /&gt;They stay with me everywhere&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Every time I get my hopes up&lt;br /&gt;They always seem to fall&lt;br /&gt;Still what could've been&lt;br /&gt;Is better than&lt;br /&gt;What could never be at all&lt;br /&gt;At all&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Could've been so beautiful&lt;br /&gt;Could've been so right&lt;br /&gt;Could've been my lover&lt;br /&gt;Every day of my life&lt;br /&gt;Could've been so beautiful&lt;br /&gt;Could've been so right&lt;br /&gt;You can't hold what could've been&lt;br /&gt;On a cold and lonely night&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Could've been so beautiful&lt;br /&gt;Could've been so right&lt;br /&gt;You can't hold what could've been&lt;br /&gt;On a cold and lonely night.&lt;br /&gt;No, not at all&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How could I hold what could've been&lt;br /&gt;On a cold and lonely night?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tiffany&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3901456-7670569033809034610?l=liteee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3901456/posts/default/7670569033809034610'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3901456/posts/default/7670569033809034610'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://liteee.blogspot.com/2007/04/couldve-been-flowers-you-gave-me-are.html' title=''/><author><name>lite</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14053277058660724967</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3901456.post-7214705786876368273</id><published>2007-04-16T02:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-04-16T02:41:20.329-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>hakuna matata&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;means no worry&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it's our problem free philosophy&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3901456-7214705786876368273?l=liteee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3901456/posts/default/7214705786876368273'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3901456/posts/default/7214705786876368273'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://liteee.blogspot.com/2007/04/hakuna-matata-means-no-worry-its-our.html' title=''/><author><name>lite</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14053277058660724967</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3901456.post-3497368835063517823</id><published>2007-04-03T02:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-04-03T04:15:57.930-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;unconditional love&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;they always say that one should love unconditionally&lt;br /&gt;but for me, i think love is very much conditional&lt;br /&gt;if you are God maybe you can do that&lt;br /&gt;im just guessing&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;they say ... mothers love un&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and if you love unconditionally &lt;br /&gt;you will not have a speacial someone &lt;br /&gt;because you will give equal amount of love &lt;br /&gt;to all types of people&lt;br /&gt;whether you know them or not.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3901456-3497368835063517823?l=liteee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3901456/posts/default/3497368835063517823'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3901456/posts/default/3497368835063517823'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://liteee.blogspot.com/2007/04/unconditional-love-they-always-say-that.html' title=''/><author><name>lite</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14053277058660724967</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3901456.post-3835108462704918703</id><published>2007-02-18T22:06:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-02-18T22:12:10.563-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>grouchy day&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3901456-3835108462704918703?l=liteee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3901456/posts/default/3835108462704918703'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3901456/posts/default/3835108462704918703'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://liteee.blogspot.com/2007/02/grouchy-day.html' title=''/><author><name>lite</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14053277058660724967</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3901456.post-8056358777438954954</id><published>2007-02-17T22:15:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-02-17T22:24:50.730-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;font size=15&gt;&lt;strong&gt;TRUST&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TRUST is a very important factor for all relationships.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font size=40&gt;When trust is  broken, it is the end of the relationship.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lack of trust leads to suspicion, &lt;br /&gt;suspicion generates anger, &lt;br /&gt;anger causes enmity &lt;br /&gt;and enmity may result in separation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font size="1"&gt;Anonymous&lt;/font&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3901456-8056358777438954954?l=liteee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3901456/posts/default/8056358777438954954'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3901456/posts/default/8056358777438954954'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://liteee.blogspot.com/2007/02/trust-trust-is-very-important-factor.html' title=''/><author><name>lite</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14053277058660724967</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3901456.post-8170818715744619289</id><published>2007-02-17T21:23:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-02-17T22:14:17.448-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>so ive been told you're seeing other girls now ... i guess it's really over ... i just dont know how to react to that fact. eventhough ive no plan of getting together with you. it will still hurt a lot ... my first time of getting hurt because of love :_(  and i hope it will the also the last!  i guess the really reason why it happened is because you want your single life back! you d!@&amp;!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i just wish that our marriage is just a scam ... so that i wont have a problem of getting it annuled.  our civil marriage is one of those under the table set-up. where you get married (manila city hall) without having to submit any requirements but cost you a lot and it will be registered in a different city. in our case, mandaluyong.  i havent checked it yet if it was really officially filed there. im crossing my fingers!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok enough of that ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my son is really cute and funny ... when we were getting ready to visit our relatives in las pinas (we stayed there for 2 mos since my ... ) he said "Let's go home" ... he missed all his titas and titos eventhough they always make him cry!  so we're here in las pinas since yesterday but we have to go back home later coz i already have work tom. i bring them (dale and his yaya) to the office with me everyday or sometimes they just stay home with my sis when she has no classes to attend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so far so good. no problematic events (none yet!) ;p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;kung hei fat choi!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3901456-8170818715744619289?l=liteee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3901456/posts/default/8170818715744619289'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3901456/posts/default/8170818715744619289'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://liteee.blogspot.com/2007/02/so-ive-been-told-youre-seeing-other.html' title=''/><author><name>lite</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14053277058660724967</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3901456.post-2255506421406962241</id><published>2007-02-14T01:39:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-02-14T01:48:55.373-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>first night alone&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;last night was the first night that we (my son and i) slept alone in a bedroom!  i never realized how sad that was til i saw my son sleeping peacefully. i cried for both of us. i had a hard time falling asleep so i just watched a dvd movie "angel eyes" starred by jennifer lopez, where she's a police officer who rescued a man from car accident (his wife and son died). then after one year they become lovers.  the man forced his mind to forget what happened since the accident ... parang forced amnesia :p    basta un ... eventually he was able to face reality. happy ending!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3901456-2255506421406962241?l=liteee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3901456/posts/default/2255506421406962241'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3901456/posts/default/2255506421406962241'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://liteee.blogspot.com/2007/02/first-night-alone-last-night-was-first.html' title=''/><author><name>lite</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14053277058660724967</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3901456.post-4494100733890655057</id><published>2007-02-04T04:52:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-02-04T05:07:35.594-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:150%;"&gt;letting go&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/pu0w7ElwWJA"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/pu0w7ElwWJA" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3901456-4494100733890655057?l=liteee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3901456/posts/default/4494100733890655057'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3901456/posts/default/4494100733890655057'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://liteee.blogspot.com/2007/02/blog-post.html' title=''/><author><name>lite</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14053277058660724967</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3901456.post-7011559796857284192</id><published>2007-02-04T04:34:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-02-04T05:30:10.120-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:150%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Someday you’re gonna realize&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One day you’ll see this through my eyes&lt;br /&gt;By then I won’t even be there&lt;br /&gt;I’ll be happy somewhere&lt;br /&gt;Even if I cared&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know you don’t really see my worth&lt;br /&gt;You think you’re the last guy on earth&lt;br /&gt;Well I’ve got news for you&lt;br /&gt;I know I’m not that strong&lt;br /&gt;But it won’t take long&lt;br /&gt;Won’t take long&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:150%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Cause, someday someone’s gonna love me&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The way I wanted you to need me&lt;br /&gt;Someday someone’s gonna take your place&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:150%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;One day I’ll forget about you&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You'll see, i won't even miss you&lt;br /&gt;(i know someone's gonna be there)&lt;br /&gt;Someday someday&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Right now I know you can tell&lt;br /&gt;I’m down and I’m not doing well&lt;br /&gt;But one day these tears they will all run dry&lt;br /&gt;I won’t have to cry, sweet goodbye&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;by nina&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3901456-7011559796857284192?l=liteee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3901456/posts/default/7011559796857284192'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3901456/posts/default/7011559796857284192'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://liteee.blogspot.com/2007/02/someday-youre-gonna-realize-one-day.html' title=''/><author><name>lite</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14053277058660724967</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3901456.post-2026413290162294291</id><published>2007-02-03T07:30:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-02-03T07:40:27.763-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>tomorrow's a big day ... we've managed to transfer some things, those that are not too heavy in the "new" house.  we'll move all the rest tomorrow.  some friends already volunteered to help ... but stupid me, i forgot my mobile in the old house. so now, how can i communicate with my friends re my relocation!  grrrrhhh ...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3901456-2026413290162294291?l=liteee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3901456/posts/default/2026413290162294291'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3901456/posts/default/2026413290162294291'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://liteee.blogspot.com/2007/02/tomorrows-big-day.html' title=''/><author><name>lite</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14053277058660724967</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3901456.post-6070659433423816307</id><published>2007-01-31T21:06:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-01-31T21:20:05.076-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>we've found a new house ... although not that fancy as the one we really like ... it's not really that bad.  somewhere in san andres, has 2 bedrooms and 2 bathroom (yipee), up and down, has own gate.  it will do for the meantime. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and dale already has a yaya!  my aunt's husband is her godfather. she's 20 years old, has a 2 month baby boy =( ... too bad she has to stay away from her son.  but i told her she can go home during the weekend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i hope everything will work out ok ... i hope i will not get depressed when we're already on our own house.  because there, it will only be the 3 of us (me, my son and the yaya).&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3901456-6070659433423816307?l=liteee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3901456/posts/default/6070659433423816307'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3901456/posts/default/6070659433423816307'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://liteee.blogspot.com/2007/01/weve-found-new-house.html' title=''/><author><name>lite</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14053277058660724967</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3901456.post-1614019705921469007</id><published>2007-01-29T07:55:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-01-29T07:59:56.227-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>events are overwhelming&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my life is in a cram right now&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;burnout&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3901456-1614019705921469007?l=liteee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3901456/posts/default/1614019705921469007'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3901456/posts/default/1614019705921469007'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://liteee.blogspot.com/2007/01/events-are-overwhelming-my-life-is-in.html' title=''/><author><name>lite</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14053277058660724967</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3901456.post-6280818350438753709</id><published>2007-01-25T13:16:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-01-25T13:28:38.991-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>nightmare&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i woke at 5 am. crying very had. i just had the strangest dream in my life.  stranger than the one-eyed baby.  there was only one man in my dream but he's two people in my life.  two men to whom i experienced fear.  two men, who's supposed to be the closest in my heart but now, they're give me nightmares.  i had similar dreams before with the first man.  this is my first time that i had a dream like that for the second man.  really weird ... they are only one person in my dream.  two men in my life who gave me traumatic experiences. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i dont care if i dont see them or hear from them ever again.  but the second one's pestering these past two days. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;im still shaken by my dream.  i want to smoke. but there's no cigs here and the stores are still closed.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3901456-6280818350438753709?l=liteee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3901456-9082532758737954767?l=liteee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3901456/posts/default/9082532758737954767'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3901456/posts/default/9082532758737954767'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://liteee.blogspot.com/2007/01/talaga-bang-ganon.html' title=''/><author><name>lite</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14053277058660724967</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3901456.post-7503446860178313915</id><published>2007-01-11T17:26:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-01-11T17:54:41.909-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>last december i bought this camera (Brica VIEWart 1100).  A digital camera, mp3 player, video camcorder, FM radio, a webcam, and a voice recorder. It can play games and movies, keeps a calendar, run e-books, record TV shows, and display your pictures like a slide show, with 2.5-inch TFT LCD display. 4 megapixel, pictbridge compatible, has 512 mb internal  memory and can be expanded further with Secure Digital (SD) memory cards (when u buy this, u have a free 128mb 45x ultima sd card). it's cheaper than other brands and has looks cool (slim and small).  it has almost everything you want  in a device ... almost ... of all the thing they will exclude in their device, why the flash?!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.picture-city.com/blog/pictures/brica_viewart_1100_front_view.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.picture-city.com/blog/pictures/brica_viewart_1100_rear_view.jpg"&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3901456-7503446860178313915?l=liteee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' 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scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='wish list'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;font-size:180%;" &gt;wish list&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a new unproblematic home for me  ang  my baby ...  a happy one forever!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;for the identity of the one who's texting me bad things to be known (639279396063)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;for her / him to stop texting / bothering me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a trustworthy and dependable househelp &amp;amp; nanny for dale&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a laptop&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a car (vitara!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;apparently that texter wanted to destroy me and my family ... more! ... i'm really curious who that texter is ... someday i might post here the exchange text messages we have.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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type='text'></title><content type='html'>wasn't able to meet the deadlines of my client.  dale was very sick since last night.  i didnt go to office today.  tomorrow will be our last office day.  resumption will be on jan 2.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3901456-3778363462650238381?l=liteee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3901456/posts/default/3778363462650238381'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3901456/posts/default/3778363462650238381'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://liteee.blogspot.com/2006/12/wasnt-able-to-meet-deadlines-of-my.html' title=''/><author><name>lite</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14053277058660724967</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3901456.post-116637314574064618</id><published>2006-12-17T08:23:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-12-17T08:32:25.756-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>break muna!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;three analysis to finish and deadline is today! yes today! monday ... for my clients. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;im glad for the tons of work although a lot of people's mind is already on christmas vacation mode. i dont want to think about it ... it will just make me lonely and sad. so what i do is make my mind very very busy ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after these 3 papers, i still have 2 to make. one for a client (deadline before the end of december) and the other one is our own research paper, some minor revisions from the funding institution (yes, this one's funded by the NIH) and deadline is on january 5!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so i guess, no rest during the xmas vacation for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;btw ... ive already told my landlady that im giving up the house. i still have until feb 3 to evacuate the place. still searching for a new place where we can start anew. but i think it will be somewhere in qc coz i'll sharing the place with my aunt ... somewhere near her clinic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;back to work.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3901456-116637314574064618?l=liteee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3901456/posts/default/116637314574064618'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3901456/posts/default/116637314574064618'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://liteee.blogspot.com/2006/12/break-muna-three-analysis-to-finish-and.html' title=''/><author><name>lite</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14053277058660724967</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3901456.post-116619628918517807</id><published>2006-12-15T07:18:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-12-15T07:24:49.200-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i dont know where to start rants ... there's so many things running in my mind right now ... my work and people who make my life miserable. it's making my brain so tired ...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3901456-116619628918517807?l=liteee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3901456/posts/default/116619628918517807'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3901456/posts/default/116619628918517807'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://liteee.blogspot.com/2006/12/i-dont-know-where-to-start-rants.html' title=''/><author><name>lite</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14053277058660724967</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3901456.post-116586059958276154</id><published>2006-12-11T10:09:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-12-11T10:09:59.600-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Umiiyak ang aking pusong nagdurusa&lt;br /&gt;‘yan ay ayaw kong may makakita&lt;br /&gt;Kahit anong sakit ang aking naranasan&lt;br /&gt;‘yan ay ayaw kong kanyang malaman&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mga araw na nagdaan&lt;br /&gt;Kailan ma’y hindi malilimutan&lt;br /&gt;Kay tamis na araw ng pagmamahalan&lt;br /&gt;Ang akala koâ€™y walang hangganan&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ang pag-ibig kong ito&lt;br /&gt;Luha ang tanging nakamit buhat sa’yo&lt;br /&gt;Kaya’t sa maykapal tuwina’y dalangin ko&lt;br /&gt;Sana’y…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;…kapalaran ko ay magbago&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mymp&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3901456-116586059958276154?l=liteee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3901456/posts/default/116586059958276154'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3901456/posts/default/116586059958276154'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://liteee.blogspot.com/2006/12/umiiyak-ang-aking-pusong-nagdurusa-yan.html' title=''/><author><name>lite</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14053277058660724967</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3901456.post-116556632022399374</id><published>2006-12-08T00:24:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-12-08T00:25:20.236-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Love hurts&lt;br /&gt;love scares&lt;br /&gt;love wounds and mares any heart&lt;br /&gt;Not tough nor strong enough to take a lot of pain&lt;br /&gt;Take a lot of pain&lt;br /&gt;love is like a cloud&lt;br /&gt;holds a lot of rain.&lt;br /&gt;Love hurts&lt;br /&gt;love hurts&lt;br /&gt;I'm young I know but even so&lt;br /&gt;I know a thing or two I've learned from you&lt;br /&gt;I've really learned a lot&lt;br /&gt;really learned a lot.&lt;br /&gt;Love is like a stove&lt;br /&gt;burns you when it's hot.&lt;br /&gt;Love hurts&lt;br /&gt;love hurts&lt;br /&gt;some fools rave of happiness&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Blissfulness&lt;br /&gt;togetherness&lt;br /&gt;some fools fool themselves&lt;br /&gt;I guess&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But they're not fooling me I know it isn't true&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No&lt;br /&gt;it isn't ture. Love is just a lie made to make you blue.&lt;br /&gt;Love hurts&lt;br /&gt;love hurts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love hurts&lt;br /&gt;love scares&lt;br /&gt;love wounds and mares any heart&lt;br /&gt;. . . &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nazareth&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3901456-116556632022399374?l=liteee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3901456/posts/default/116556632022399374'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3901456/posts/default/116556632022399374'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://liteee.blogspot.com/2006/12/love-hurts-love-scares-love-wounds-and.html' title=''/><author><name>lite</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14053277058660724967</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3901456.post-116548537060555468</id><published>2006-12-06T21:04:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-12-07T02:36:03.556-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;what ifs&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;what if i give him a chance ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   &lt;br /&gt;   and the problem just happened again&lt;br /&gt;   then i will be lonelier &lt;br /&gt;   but at least prepared&lt;br /&gt;   and definitely no more third chance&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OR&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;what if i give him a chance ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   and everything will work out fine&lt;br /&gt;   then we will be happy&lt;br /&gt;   and will continue with our happy life&lt;br /&gt;   until the 'they live happily ever after'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but the question is how??? it all depends on him. he will have to court me again, more than he courted me when we were still teenagers.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3901456-116548537060555468?l=liteee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3901456/posts/default/116548537060555468'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3901456/posts/default/116548537060555468'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://liteee.blogspot.com/2006/12/what-ifs-what-if-i-give-him-chance.html' title=''/><author><name>lite</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14053277058660724967</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3901456.post-116539986515941392</id><published>2006-12-06T01:13:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-12-06T02:11:05.176-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>what to do?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm having a hard time deciding whether i will still give him a chance or not.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;im thinking of giving him another chance for dale's sake, what it will do to him ... and the hardship that i will have to go through in case i decided to ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;im scared of giving him another chance because the same thing/experience might happen again. that i will just endure the hardship that will come than go through it again. when i think of the things that happened to us, it makes me so furious, mad, i dont know how i will get over my hate.  everytime i will see him i will think of the lost respect, the struggles.  it will never be the same again. it's like he's a different person now to me. maybe the pain is just so fresh ... it's just been almost a month. but still, everytime i talk to him, i still want to shout at him to make him feel how i hate him ... how he made me so unhappy and miserable.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i guess the no have more weight than the yes ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;im still scared ... betrayed ... so angry&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3901456-116539986515941392?l=liteee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3901456/posts/default/116539986515941392'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3901456/posts/default/116539986515941392'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://liteee.blogspot.com/2006/12/what-to-do-im-having-hard-time-deciding.html' title=''/><author><name>lite</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14053277058660724967</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3901456.post-116460856625670699</id><published>2006-11-26T20:21:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-26T22:22:46.276-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Clutter brain&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A lot of things have happened in my life … a lot of unpleasant ones … I don’t know what to feel anymore … sadness, pity or hate …&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jealousy … I never thought that this monster will someday creep into our lives and make our lives miserable … &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hate you … &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hate you for breaking my heart&lt;br /&gt;I hate you for causing me big time pain&lt;br /&gt;I hate you for loosing trust on me&lt;br /&gt;I hate you for disrespect&lt;br /&gt;I hate you for loving me too much&lt;br /&gt;I hate you for all the misery&lt;br /&gt;I hate you for the blames you put on me&lt;br /&gt;I hate you because I will not see my son for four fucking days&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hatred is now my friend&lt;br /&gt;I don’t know how and when will this feeling stay &lt;br /&gt;I know this is not the way I should feel &lt;br /&gt;This is not the right attitude and behavior&lt;br /&gt;The more I hate and the more that I am not willing to forgive&lt;br /&gt;The more I become miserable&lt;br /&gt;But this is what I’m feeling now&lt;br /&gt;And I am not ready to forgive&lt;br /&gt;And definitely I will not forget&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this too shall pass …&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I miss dale. He’s in marikina right now and will not be back until Friday. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don’t know if I’m hungry or not&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel so lousy today … I don’t like what I’m wearing&lt;br /&gt;I don’t feel like working&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i just want to sleep all day and wallow in my misery … I miss doing that when I’m depressed … staying in bed all day, no eating, no drinking, no anything, just sleep …  until my body gets so weak from the lack of food that I can hardly stand (usually this will be around midnight) …&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3901456-116460856625670699?l=liteee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3901456/posts/default/116460856625670699'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3901456/posts/default/116460856625670699'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://liteee.blogspot.com/2006/11/clutter-brain-lot-of-things-have.html' title=''/><author><name>lite</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14053277058660724967</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3901456.post-116417641435242315</id><published>2006-11-21T22:14:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-21T22:20:14.366-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>All alone I wait for you&lt;br /&gt;As darkness fills this room&lt;br /&gt;I don't know why you ain't called&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Little things you used to do&lt;br /&gt;There no longer part of you&lt;br /&gt;Seems you left them all behind&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well I can't believe what I'm going through&lt;br /&gt;This thing it, just ain't right&lt;br /&gt;Your selfish ways, how you carry on&lt;br /&gt;Somethings you just can't hide&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(If you want me to go) Then Say It&lt;br /&gt;(Want me to stay) Then show it&lt;br /&gt;(Don't be afraid) Oh don't break this heart of mine&lt;br /&gt;Now's the time, If I'm right then we've come to the end of the line&lt;br /&gt;So Say It&lt;br /&gt;(Want me to stay) Then show it&lt;br /&gt;(Don't be afraid) Oh don't break this heart of mine&lt;br /&gt;Now's the time, If I'm right then we've come to the end of the line&lt;br /&gt;Ooh Ooh&lt;br /&gt;Oh Yeah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seems like I can't do you right&lt;br /&gt;All I do or say is wrong&lt;br /&gt;All the smallest thing critisised&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I deserve some damn respect&lt;br /&gt;Nothing more and nothing less&lt;br /&gt;Don't pretend everythings fine&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't hold it back if its in your heart&lt;br /&gt;Stand up and be a man&lt;br /&gt;Can't read your mind&lt;br /&gt;So I just say aloud&lt;br /&gt;I'm trying to understand&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(If you want me to go) Then Say It&lt;br /&gt;(Want me to stay) Then show it&lt;br /&gt;(Don't be afraid) Oh don't break this heart of mine&lt;br /&gt;Now's the time, If I'm right then we've come to the end of the line&lt;br /&gt;So Say It&lt;br /&gt;(Want me to stay) Then show it&lt;br /&gt;(Don't be afraid) Oh don't break this heart of mine&lt;br /&gt;Now's the time, If I'm right then we've come to the end of the line&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Even though you've been doing me wrong I still care&lt;br /&gt;Do you think that by treating me cruel that somehow I'll disappear?&lt;br /&gt;Baby I love you too much just to walk away&lt;br /&gt;Don't make me hate you &lt;br /&gt;Baby you've got to be &lt;br /&gt;Straight&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(If you want me to go) Then Say It&lt;br /&gt;(Want me to stay) Don't be afraid baby show it&lt;br /&gt;(Don't be afraid) Don't be afraid oh don't break this heart of mine&lt;br /&gt;Now's the time, If I'm right then we've come to the end of the line&lt;br /&gt;Ooh Oooh &lt;br /&gt;(Want me to stay) Oh baby show it&lt;br /&gt;(Don't be afraid) Don't be afraid oh don't break this heart of mine&lt;br /&gt;Now's the time, If I'm right then we've come to the end of the line&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Come to the end of the line (Oooh Oooh)&lt;br /&gt;We've come to the end of the line&lt;br /&gt;Come to the end of the line (Oh baby)&lt;br /&gt;We've come to the end of the line (line)&lt;br /&gt;Come to the end of the line&lt;br /&gt;We've come to the end of the line &lt;br /&gt;Come to the end of the line (line)&lt;br /&gt;We've come to the end of the line (oooh oooh)&lt;br /&gt;Come to the end of the line (oh the end of the line)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We've come to the end of the line &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Honeyz, End Of The Line)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3901456-116417641435242315?l=liteee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3901456/posts/default/116417641435242315'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3901456/posts/default/116417641435242315'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://liteee.blogspot.com/2006/11/all-alone-i-wait-for-you-as-darkness.html' title=''/><author><name>lite</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14053277058660724967</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3901456.post-115607500526323883</id><published>2006-08-20T04:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-10-18T18:33:48.346-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>im here in calapan, mindoro oriental. we're having our off-campus course and we'll be staying here for one week. this will be my first time to be away (and longest too) from my husband and baby. i  miss them already.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my colleague and i met at the bus station beside alimall at 5 am. from cubao then to batangas port. we planned to ride the fastcraft / supercat but when we arrived at the batangas port it was only 15 mins to 8 am, the fastcraft will leave at 12 noon. so we decided to ride the RORO (roll on, roll off) boat which luckily for us, will depart at 8 am. the travel is about 2 and half hour. when we arrived at the calapan pier it was raining and our luggages got wet. fortunately the insides were still dry. we're now staying at a resort called "Luz del Mar" which has a great ocean view and has a swimming pool. i just hope the following days will get sunny so that we can enjoy it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;our host treated us to lunch at a grilla restaurant (i forgot the name). the food was great. he ordered sea foods (shabushabu - noodle with seafoods and rice), buttered squid, vegetable and tempura)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we ate dinner in a cheap resto.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3901456-115607500526323883?l=liteee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3901456/posts/default/115607500526323883'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3901456/posts/default/115607500526323883'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://liteee.blogspot.com/2006/08/im-here-in-calapan-mindoro-oriental.html' title=''/><author><name>lite</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14053277058660724967</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3901456.post-115260467291019399</id><published>2006-07-10T23:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-11T00:57:52.990-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Anger Management&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;im such a bitch these past few weeks. i easily snap at everyone (including my husband and my baby). i dont have any patience to students who ask stupid questions.  im really aware of what im doing and im bothered by it but i really cant help it. i cant control my irritation and im not very good at hiding it either.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so right now, im blaming it on the injectible birth control (Depot medroxyprogesterone acetate or DMPA) that i just had.  plus a lot stress (work, health condition, etc.) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really feel like a monster! an evil step-mother/sister ... difficult to talk to.  always being sarcastic and talks in high-pitched note.  im now mad at myself and thinking of ways of how I can manage my anger despite of lots of stress factors. maybe there’s an activity that will help calm my moods. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;first thing that comes to my mind is by talking.  since having a baby, me and my husband seldom have a heart to heart happy talk (about our relationship, our dreams, etc) because there’s just too much to do. I really do have to apologize to him for being such a bitch. I know it hurts him so deeply … im really so lucky to be his wife.  im thinking if I have a different husband, maybe he already left me because of my mood swings! and im not gonna let that happen of course.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just hope I’ll be able to help my self … fast! before I can do enough damage.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3901456-115260467291019399?l=liteee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3901456/posts/default/115260467291019399'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3901456/posts/default/115260467291019399'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://liteee.blogspot.com/2006/07/anger-management-im-such-bitch-these.html' title=''/><author><name>lite</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14053277058660724967</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3901456.post-115088123143242990</id><published>2006-06-21T01:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-06-21T02:35:05.106-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>The department appointed me as a substitute faculty in the biostatistics arm ... happy ... not so ... i like the job but i dont like my soon to be colleagues ... it i just dont have any choice right now. maybe they're wondering why my reaction is not happy ... who would be ... i was just quiet, black expression ... the little talk they gave me was really disappointing for my part ... they're approach had a very negative impact in my self-esteem ... i am now depressed i want to cry ... i want a cig ... i hate them ... huhuhu ... why is life so cruel to me? :_ (&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i have a very very bad feeling im gonna regret this ... huhuhuh&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3901456-115088123143242990?l=liteee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3901456/posts/default/115088123143242990'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3901456/posts/default/115088123143242990'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://liteee.blogspot.com/2006/06/department-appointed-me-as-substitute.html' title=''/><author><name>lite</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14053277058660724967</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3901456.post-114922978438164449</id><published>2006-06-01T23:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-06-01T23:29:44.433-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;UNHEALTHY&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These past few months are really torture for me.  Im diagnosed hsv1 positive, my back still hurts and now my gums are swollen (I don’t know why)  I cant believe this is happening to me!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So ive decided to really do something bout it and I hope everything works … First my hsv1 … went to see the doc … prescribed meds that I should take 5x a day for 14 fucking days!!!  The first med I bought was 90+ pesos per tabs!!! So that would have been 6,300+ pesos all in all … but thank God when I bought it in other mercury branch (paco) (I bought the 1st one in Robinsons place ermita) it’s only 54 (of course not the known brand  / manufacturer)   So now, ive completed the 14 days medication and I think it has been controlled (it cannot be stopped and there’s no cure, just control, it’s with me forever and ever!!!) but the ulcers are still there so im in a close watch of what will happen for the next few weeks (oh I really do hope the ulcers go away fast)  plus im taking vitamins coz I read some discussions (message boards) that stress and low resistance can cause the outbreak (im in a lot of stress everyday) … im quite positive that dee got it also (but we’ll still go for testing just so he has records)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As for my back … the rehab med doc I knew referred me for therapy.  I just finished my last session yesterday.  That was 4 sessions, 2x a week.  All they did was taught me some exercises to make my muscles strong and to bring my back in its right posture. They said that my back (spine) is arched way too much and its most probably coz of my pregnancy and that I have muscle imbalance.  my left lower back’s (where I mostly feel the pain) muscle is too tight. So how did they know these things. They examined my entire body for symmetry.  They asked me to take off my clothes and scrutinized if my shoulders are level with each other, my collar bones, my ribs, folds of skin at my back, my knees, my feet.  It’s really nice going there for therapy, coz before the exercise regimen, they will give you hot packs for the pain, then ultrasound, also for pain, but deeper penetration which really relieve pain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Plus my arthritis … it’s really bothersome … in my elbow, my knees, toes.  Maybe im really in a lot of stress lately, coz last week ive experienced stiffed neck.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Floaters in my vision seemed to increase lately. Before it was only one black dot, now sometimes I see 3.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3901456-114922978438164449?l=liteee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3901456/posts/default/114922978438164449'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3901456/posts/default/114922978438164449'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://liteee.blogspot.com/2006/06/unhealthy-these-past-few-months-are.html' title=''/><author><name>lite</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14053277058660724967</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3901456.post-114794661552936126</id><published>2006-05-18T02:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-05-18T03:54:33.170-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;HAPPY GOLDEN ANNIVERSARY TO MY DEAREST GRANDMA ALICE &amp; GRANDPA QUIRINO!!!&lt;br /&gt;May 19, 2006&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="530" height="370"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/p/6A319376BD9D1254"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/p/6A319376BD9D1254" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="530" height="370"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3901456-114794661552936126?l=liteee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3901456/posts/default/114794661552936126'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3901456/posts/default/114794661552936126'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://liteee.blogspot.com/2006/05/happy-golden-anniversary-to-my-dearest.html' title=''/><author><name>lite</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14053277058660724967</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3901456.post-114774843052025128</id><published>2006-05-15T19:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-05-15T20:00:30.536-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;CENTER&gt;&lt;P&gt;If I were an STD, I'd be&lt;/P&gt;&lt;A HREF="http://www.brainpuke.com/tests/"&gt;&lt;P&gt;&lt;IMG SRC="http://www.brainpuke.com/tests/std/yeast.jpg" ALIGN=CENTER ALT="Yeast Infection"&gt;&lt;/P&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;P&gt;Click here to find out which STD you'd be at BRAINPUKE.COM!&lt;/P&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/3901456-114774843052025128?l=liteee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3901456/posts/default/114774843052025128'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3901456/posts/default/114774843052025128'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://liteee.blogspot.com/2006/05/if-i-were-std-id-be-click-here-to-find.html' title=''/><author><name>lite</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14053277058660724967</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3901456.post-114459308790177933</id><published>2006-04-09T07:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-04-09T07:31:27.910-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>wasted weekend ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;too busy ...&lt;br /&gt;no money ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;badtrip ...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3901456-114459308790177933?l=liteee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3901456/posts/default/114459308790177933'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3901456/posts/default/114459308790177933'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://liteee.blogspot.com/2006/04/wasted-weekend.html' title=''/><author><name>lite</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14053277058660724967</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3901456.post-114402558971334381</id><published>2006-04-02T17:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-04-02T17:53:09.726-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>we had a very fun Saturday at the Manila Zoo, me, dee, dale, my sis ina and my cousin che.  It’s my first time there!  The entrance is only 20 pesos if u have an ID showing that ur from manila but I think it’s only 10 if it is a weekday and non-holiday.  Too bad we didn’t have a camera with us, although u can rent a camera there for I think 150 (we did not rent).  Dale enjoyed looking at the animals, although he’s scared of them (his hug was very tight). Dale saw the elephant, tiger, monkeys, a very lazy gorilla, birds of different kinds, iguana (he doesn’t want to come near it), snakes, horses &amp; zebras, there are hippos but the’re in the water so we cant see them very much, crocodiles, turtles, rabbits, guinea pigs. No lions and giraffes.  we also went boating where we always argue who’s not rowing right.  dale also wanted to row but its too heavy for him and he might drop the it. it’s only 40 pesos for 30 minutes … not bad …it’s a good exercise for your arms. dale also enjoyed the slide and he doesn’t want to stop playing there (I think it’s coz there are a lot of kids playing there).  there’s a kiddie zoo but we were not able to see what’s in it coz it’s already closed when when we found it.  when we got out it’s already dark (the zoo is open til 7 pm).  then we stayed for a while in the playground in front of the zoo.  dale got his first ride on the seesaw. then we decided to have a walk at the Baywalk (going to pedro gil – so that we wont need to take a cab) … this time dale already fell asleep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we’ll gonna go there again to see the kiddie zoo …&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3901456-114402558971334381?l=liteee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3901456/posts/default/114402558971334381'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3901456/posts/default/114402558971334381'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://liteee.blogspot.com/2006/04/we-had-very-fun-saturday-at-manila-zoo.html' title=''/><author><name>lite</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14053277058660724967</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3901456.post-114328415374173005</id><published>2006-03-25T02:41:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-03-25T02:55:57.086-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>dale is really sooo cute and very sweet, eventhough he's very very very hyper and super duper to the max kulit. id like to see him in a commercial coz he's so cute.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;he's always happy and he's always smiling to everybody even those we do not know. he now knows how to massage, to put his toys back in the box, the meaning of yes and no (at first whenever u ask him a question he will answer with a no).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it's summer already and iv thought of enrolling him in swimming lessons but no one wil look after him ther if ever we enroll him. so i gues, it will not happen this year. maybe he's a bit still young (1 and 8 mos).&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3901456-114328415374173005?l=liteee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3901456/posts/default/114328415374173005'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3901456/posts/default/114328415374173005'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://liteee.blogspot.com/2006/03/dale-is-really-sooo-cute-and-very-sweet.html' title=''/><author><name>lite</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14053277058660724967</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3901456.post-114277656624497339</id><published>2006-03-19T05:53:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-03-19T05:56:06.253-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>im here in a net cafe, encoding the dengue survey forms while dee and dale is at home. wish we already have a computer, so that whenever i need to bring home work, i wont need to go out and rent in computer shops.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3901456-114277656624497339?l=liteee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3901456/posts/default/114277656624497339'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3901456/posts/default/114277656624497339'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://liteee.blogspot.com/2006/03/im-here-in-net-cafe-encoding-dengue.html' title=''/><author><name>lite</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14053277058660724967</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3901456.post-113870393150602849</id><published>2006-01-31T02:34:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-01-31T02:38:51.523-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>iv been called by the personnel office re my interview for the job im applying for as a researcher. it's scheduled on feb 14. im so excited! if i get this job, this will be my 2nd job ever!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3901456-113870393150602849?l=liteee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3901456/posts/default/113870393150602849'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3901456/posts/default/113870393150602849'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://liteee.blogspot.com/2006/01/iv-been-called-by-personnel-office-re.html' title=''/><author><name>lite</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14053277058660724967</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3901456.post-113806995124306338</id><published>2006-01-23T18:07:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-01-23T18:32:31.253-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>dale has diarrhea for 5 days now but he’s still very hyper. at first (Thursday) he just vomited all the the food and liquid that he took then the next day he started diarrhea. he got it from the other kids at the daycare. he’s already one year and six month old. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;he can already say his name dale dalida! in complete sentence “my name is dale dalida” when you ask him “what is your name”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;he can say &lt;br /&gt;… baba (if he wants to go down and even when he wants to go up on a chair!) &lt;br /&gt;… he likes saying eyeglass every time he sees it (btw he broke my eyeglass again just this morning!)&lt;br /&gt;… go-go (for let’s go)&lt;br /&gt;… banana (his favorite)&lt;br /&gt;… m (his favorite letter, all the letters are m for him)&lt;br /&gt;… tutoy (for his thingy)&lt;br /&gt;… Jolibbee (favorite fast food chain character but not the food) &lt;br /&gt;… Chuckie (the choco drink)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;body parts he knows&lt;br /&gt;   eyes, nose, ears, hair, head, shoulder,toes, hand, butt, tongue, teeth, cheeks, tummy&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;animals/insects he knows (at first he calls all the animals cat, then when he learned to say dog, all the animals are dog, but he’s able to identify some of them now)&lt;br /&gt; dog&lt;br /&gt; cat&lt;br /&gt; chicken (there are chickens in the street where we live, he sees it everyday)&lt;br /&gt; spider (he got scared when he saw one)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;shapes&lt;br /&gt; star&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;children song (although, he doesn’t sing it yet but he knows the action)&lt;br /&gt; I have to hands&lt;br /&gt; my toes, my knees&lt;br /&gt; hello, hello, hello&lt;br /&gt; twinkle, twinkle&lt;br /&gt; tong, tong, tong pakitong-kitong&lt;br /&gt; saw, saw suka&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;… and lots more! he’s growing and learning very fast. im not able to document his progress anymore coz I hav lots of work to do here in the office.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;he also knows how to make pa-cute when he did something wrong (like he’ll kiss you or he’ll smile cutely at you or he will start reciting his body parts to impress you)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really like it when he disturbs me when I’m busy with something (like when im studying), he will give me kisses from time to time or sit on my lap. I think he’s gonna be a very romantic man when he grows up :p&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3901456-113806995124306338?l=liteee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3901456/posts/default/113806995124306338'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3901456/posts/default/113806995124306338'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://liteee.blogspot.com/2006/01/dale-has-diarrhea-for-5-days-now-but.html' title=''/><author><name>lite</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14053277058660724967</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3901456.post-113451914434896763</id><published>2005-12-13T16:11:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-12-13T16:12:24.356-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i'm lousy mother ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lousy person ...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3901456-113451914434896763?l=liteee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3901456/posts/default/113451914434896763'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3901456/posts/default/113451914434896763'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://liteee.blogspot.com/2005/12/im-lousy-mother.html' title=''/><author><name>lite</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14053277058660724967</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3901456.post-113340948605603526</id><published>2005-11-30T19:39:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-11-30T19:58:06.066-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>tough luck&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;november is really a bad month for us. yesterday our househelp left us while we were still sleeping. she stole my bag which contained my wallet with 7T cash (supposedly payment for our house rent) atm cards and some clothes. we really didnt expect that to happen (even our neighbors was shocked), coz when u see her u would that she's a good girl. we didnt go to work yesterday and my hubby didnt go to work today either. it just shows that u really cant trust anybody these days. thank goodness nothing bad happened to our baby! our baby trusted her! and he was so sweet to her. who would think that she could do a bad thing like that?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we reported the incident to the police ... but of course what could you expect from those corrupt-minded people ... we dont expect that they could really help us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well, we had enough misfortune with househelp and i think we'll never gonna get another one. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;back to creche na si dale starting tom ...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3901456-113340948605603526?l=liteee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3901456/posts/default/113340948605603526'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3901456/posts/default/113340948605603526'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://liteee.blogspot.com/2005/11/tough-luck-november-is-really-bad-month.html' title=''/><author><name>lite</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14053277058660724967</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3901456.post-112951611849755518</id><published>2005-10-16T18:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-10-16T19:42:16.836-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>do you think we'll be able to retrieve our grocery items!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we went shopping yesterday for grocery items. then we left the items at the baggage counter of the supermarket so that we could eat before going home. when we got home, a lot of items were missing (canned goods, etc.). we know that we didnt left it in the cart with bagger who escorted us to the taxi stand, so it must be still in the supermarket. we were home at around 10:30 (the supermarket closes at 10 pm), so we thought we could still go there and the supermarket staff would still be there. when we got there (it was raining last night!) of course, the supermarket was already closed so the guard told us to go to the back door/side of the supermarket where the staff go out. so there was a guard there and we told him our problem, then he instructed a bagger to check it out inside (we were not allowed to get inside), then when he came back he said that “nakita na po”. so we thought that the grocery bag that we left was already seen. but we still waited. then a department head talked to us. unfortunately, I left the receipt in the raffle ticket redemption booth (bah!).  but we told her (and the baggage oic) that even if we don’t have the receipt we could enumerate what’s inside the bag and that we would have not waste our time going there at almost midnight if it were really not ours! but she explained that the items were already returned inside the store and that it is their policy that whatever left item will be return and that it was listed in their log book. then she told us that maybe we could just go back tomorrow (which is today) because the customer service already left and that they still have to retrieve the items, then she gave their names and contact numbers. before going there we already listed all the missing items that we can remember and we let them write their names there. then the lady tore the paper and would like to get the list but we did not gave it to them because we don’t have a copy plus we thought that maybe they’re planning to return only the items we remember (what about those not in the list that we might have forgotten).  im planning of not calling them today, that we would just go there (this evening pa) then demand for the logbook and talk with the presence of the manager.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so today we have to go back there and reclaim what is rightfully ours! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just hope we get it back without any hassle (too bad I lost the receipt) :(&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3901456-112951611849755518?l=liteee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3901456/posts/default/112951611849755518'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3901456/posts/default/112951611849755518'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://liteee.blogspot.com/2005/10/do-you-think-well-be-able-to-retrieve.html' title=''/><author><name>lite</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14053277058660724967</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3901456.post-112925120643494211</id><published>2005-10-13T17:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-10-13T17:53:26.440-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>dale is now back in our house. we already have someone to look after him. and i think she's alright compared with the first one and her name is Lani, she's from pangasinan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;as usual i'm so busy. today i have 3 clients for statistical analysis. and nxt i already hav 2 waiting. work here in the officer is not boring but the people (bosses) are so KAKA talaga! plus the pay is not that good, just enough for survival. i already submitted my cv (c/o of my friend anet) to RITM (DOH). but so far, no feedback yet. im not sure if they will really hire me. the pay there is of course more rewarding. i will not wait to finish my MS before i leave this job, coz i can still finish it even if i transfer to other institution. i hope i get lucky!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok have to go back to work! maybe we'll visit our cousins in las piñas this weekend.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3901456-112925120643494211?l=liteee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3901456/posts/default/112925120643494211'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3901456/posts/default/112925120643494211'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://liteee.blogspot.com/2005/10/dale-is-now-back-in-our-house.html' title=''/><author><name>lite</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14053277058660724967</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3901456.post-112781010699456799</id><published>2005-09-26T23:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-09-27T01:35:07.043-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>it's been a while since i posted here. i've been very busy with my work and academic requirements. dale is still in marikina with his lola and tita cindy. he's staying there for almost 1 month now, we still dont have a replacement yaya for him. but i'm excited now that the sem is almost over. after the finals week, we'll be able to take care of dale and we'll bring him back home and he'll be staying at creche (day care) during office hours. i miss him a lot. :( my heart aches everytime the thought of not seeing him at night crosses my mind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it was really really hard the first time that we had to leave him there and during that first week, i cant stop crying at night. but as the weeks went by, i began to accept the fact that it's the only way and that it is just temporary.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We’re still looking for house help but this time we’re choosing with much caution because we really had a very terrible experience with the first one that we hired!  I don’t want to think about it and remember all the kapalpakan that she did in just one month!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well … updates on dale’s developments&lt;br /&gt;- he now has 5 teeth&lt;br /&gt;- he can now walk very fast (almost a run)&lt;br /&gt;- he dances very well&lt;br /&gt;- he can imitate the words that he hears&lt;br /&gt;- he can imitate your laugh&lt;br /&gt;- he’s still afraid of going down the stairs&lt;br /&gt;- he now knows how to hug very tight (especially when he see us arrive every week)&lt;br /&gt;- very picky on foods that he eats&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;… my back still hurts and I still haven’t seen a doctor (no time yet, may during the sembreak)&lt;br /&gt;… my waistline is now as it was before although my tummy is still flabby due to lack of exercise (again, no time … or … tamad lang talaga heheh )&lt;br /&gt;… I’ve sent a copy of my cv (thru email) to my friend who works in RITM (DOH) who then submitted it to her boss. i have to find another job by next year. I’m not happy with the people in my present work plus the pay is really low (although there are sidelines, it’s still not enough). RITM’s offer is better + they also do sidelines. I hope they contact me very soon. My friend said that they are still waiting for other applicants so that there will be a selection process (usually for formality’s sake)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok I have to get back to work&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3901456-112781010699456799?l=liteee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3901456/posts/default/112781010699456799'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3901456/posts/default/112781010699456799'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://liteee.blogspot.com/2005/09/its-been-while-since-i-posted-here.html' title=''/><author><name>lite</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14053277058660724967</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3901456.post-111888595656334638</id><published>2005-06-15T18:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-06-15T18:39:16.566-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;FIRST STEPS&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yipeeee!!! dale made his first steps (unsupported) the other day in the office.  it's soooo cute. at first dee was not yet there when he made his two steps. but lucky him, dale showed him his steps again and he was so delighted / overwhelmed by joy. although dale was still a bit afraid to step his foot for fear of falling down he's so good balancing his body.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;***************&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my muscles hurts today. dale is getting heavier and heavier each day and he is so very mobile.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3901456-111888595656334638?l=liteee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3901456/posts/default/111888595656334638'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3901456/posts/default/111888595656334638'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://liteee.blogspot.com/2005/06/first-steps-yipeeee-dale-made-his-first.html' title=''/><author><name>lite</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14053277058660724967</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3901456.post-111819972556647179</id><published>2005-06-07T20:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-06-08T17:14:14.210-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Dear sis,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just read ur &lt;a href='http://aneer.blogspot.com/2005/03/school.html' target='new'&gt; march 29, 2005 entry&lt;/a&gt; in ur blog yesterday.  while I was reading it, I was crying (sa office pa to ha!)  Kalimutan na natin ang nangyari.  During that time, we were all in a very emotional and financial crisis, that was why most of the time things are not going good. I think, I too was still in post-partum depression and was so frustrated coz I cant move or do the things I want just like before coz of my c-section.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Im sorry too coz I expected so much from you. At first I was saddened that it seemed like you don’t want to help us anymore and you had so little patience coz I had already planned how we’re going to have fun when we already hav time.  Sorry too for how he behaved towards you.  We fight, of course I cant just let him say things to me that I think otherwise.  I cant just be like mama :p most of the time I’m so bossy, it’s his fault, he spoils me too much … hehehe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Of course, I understand your side and how you felt. I think it was a good idea for you to stay with our relatives …  but we could have discussed it and you could have moved away properly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do not compare yourself to me, don’t listen to others, coz ur unique.  You hav ur own talent, ur own beauty and interest.  Invest in them.  learn to decide for yourself, and not just to please others, but your decisions should not bring any serious harm / hurt to others.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do not follow my footsteps coz u might get lost in them.  you hav ur own path to take, which may be different from us.  It could be better but it depends on how you take the challenge of life.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let’s forget all that has happened and enjoy life, enjoy what we have and be contented and make the most out of it.  We’re still here for each other.  And we can always count on our relatives for help.  That’s how I survived all through these years.  So be thankful to them and don’t make too much problems for them.  living with them is already a good training, so much different from how we were raised.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Patience and perseverance really pays off … enjoy your life (ur teenage years) … but whatever you do, always remember that you are responsible for all your actions and the consequences it will bring.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3901456-111819972556647179?l=liteee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3901456/posts/default/111819972556647179'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3901456/posts/default/111819972556647179'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://liteee.blogspot.com/2005/06/dear-sis-i-just-read-ur-march-29-2005.html' title=''/><author><name>lite</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14053277058660724967</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3901456.post-111631765830322862</id><published>2005-05-17T01:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-05-17T01:14:18.306-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>what do you do pag badtrip ka talaga sa boss mo? ung tipong gusto mo syang murahin at pagsasampalin hanggang sa pumayat ang napakalaki nyang tyan! PUTANGINA MOHHH!!! .o0excuse me lang poh! &lt;ala mike enriquez&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haaaay ... sana matapos ko na master's study ko at nang makalipat na ako ng trabaho ... ung mas mataas ang sweldo na khit badtrip ang bosing e ok lang ... hehehe ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tang ina nya talaga ... ;p&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3901456-111631765830322862?l=liteee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3901456/posts/default/111631765830322862'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3901456/posts/default/111631765830322862'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://liteee.blogspot.com/2005/05/what-do-you-do-pag-badtrip-ka-talaga-sa.html' title=''/><author><name>lite</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14053277058660724967</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3901456.post-111620537895226880</id><published>2005-05-15T17:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-05-15T18:02:58.956-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>last weekend we went to marikina to go with dee's family outing. it was no fun coz they didnt tell us that they're planning a night swimming ... dale will not be able to go swimming at night (coz he's still a baby plus he has colds). he was not able to use his taxi floater that his aunt bought him and that made us not to go swimming also. the resort was also sooo full of people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we were very tired of travelling (from house to marikina, then to the resort, then to palmera 6 where we slept coz there were no available rms in the resort, then back to resort to fetch the people there, then back to marikina, then to house). we were supposed to attend a bday party on sunday 3pm, but we decided not to go coz we're so tired and had very few hours of sleep. so what we did when we got home was just sleep all day and night. that was why when dee cleaned dale's bottles and had it sterilized, he fell asleep and woke up in the middle of the night with the smell of burning rubber!!! all the bottles' bottoms were melted and it stuck in the sterilizer!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So i hav to buy dale new bottles and a new bottle sterilizer! :(&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3901456-111620537895226880?l=liteee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3901456/posts/default/111620537895226880'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3901456/posts/default/111620537895226880'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://liteee.blogspot.com/2005/05/last-weekend-we-went-to-marikina-to-go.html' title=''/><author><name>lite</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14053277058660724967</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3901456.post-111586032593023084</id><published>2005-05-11T17:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-05-11T18:12:06.026-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i had a lumbusacral xray today to see what really causes my low back pain ... i hope it's nothing too serious. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the consultation i had yesterday with the doctor in pgh was very interesting.  she said the physical pain that we are experiencing are sometimes affected by our minds / feelings. she asked me of my physical activities and the responsibilities i have at home. then she said if we feel that we have so much responsibility on our shoulders and we are not really ready to embrace (maybe unconsciously)07 that responsibility, our body reacts on that thought which can cause physical pain.  she said we have change our mind set to be able to accept them. just talking to her (i forgot her name, but i will really look at it later) made me less stressed.  she was so soft spoken and unlike other doctors whom you can see and feel that they wanted to get rid of you as fast as they can.  with her, it was like talking to a friend. she even told me her experience on her low back pain where she went to a something like mental rehabilitation (not sure if this is the right term she told me or some form of counselling).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;with a lot of stress (and people that cause that stress) that im encountering today (everyday!), im trying to relive the experience i had with her to lessen my annoyance and stress.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*******&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we'll go to antipolo this weekend with dee's family. her sister arrived here from Japan last tuesday. she'll be treating all of us.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3901456-111586032593023084?l=liteee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3901456/posts/default/111586032593023084'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3901456/posts/default/111586032593023084'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://liteee.blogspot.com/2005/05/i-had-lumbusacral-xray-today-to-see.html' title=''/><author><name>lite</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14053277058660724967</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3901456.post-111571358560886592</id><published>2005-05-10T01:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-05-10T01:26:25.613-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;summer outing 2005&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we went to bolinao, pangasinan this weekend.  It was not that fun coz the beach in Bing's Resort is so full of rocks and plants. there's this public beach (patar white beach) better than in bing's resort but 3 km away. there are other beach resorts along the way but lodging is more expensive.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but i think my baby dale had fun swimming, although he swallowed a lot of sea water. we were not able to go to office yesterday because to had to do the laundry and dale had a fever. he's ok now.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3901456-111571358560886592?l=liteee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3901456/posts/default/111571358560886592'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3901456/posts/default/111571358560886592'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://liteee.blogspot.com/2005/05/summer-outing-2005-we-went-to-bolinao.html' title=''/><author><name>lite</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14053277058660724967</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3901456.post-111380511713018807</id><published>2005-04-17T23:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-04-17T23:18:37.130-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;Dale's baptism&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we're planning to have dale's baptism next month, together with our (mee and dee) bday celebration.  i hope it turns out all right. i haven't done anything yet. so now, i have to call the church first before i reserve the place for the reception.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*****&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;our office work will be suspended at 3 pm today because of the transportation strike. Yipee! we're going to go home early.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3901456-111380511713018807?l=liteee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3901456/posts/default/111380511713018807'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3901456/posts/default/111380511713018807'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://liteee.blogspot.com/2005/04/dales-baptism-were-planning-to-have.html' title=''/><author><name>lite</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14053277058660724967</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3901456.post-110965133417218712</id><published>2005-02-28T20:28:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-04-12T21:50:55.566-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;My best sexual skill&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align=center&gt;&lt;form name="quizform" target="_new" action="http://www.kwiz.biz/showquiz.php?quizid=2123" method="post"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table border=1 bordercolor=#000000 bgcolor="#90BED5" cellspacing=0 cellpadding=2&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td colspan=2 align=center bgcolor='083360'&gt;&lt;a href='http://www.kwiz.biz/showquiz.php?quizid=2123' target='_new' style='text-decoration: none;'&gt;&lt;font style='color : #ffffff; font-family : Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;' color= '#ffffff'&gt;&lt;b&gt;What Is Your Best Sexual Skill?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;font style='color : #000000; font-family : Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;'&gt;Name: &lt;/td&gt;&lt;td bgcolor='#D8F3F3'&gt;&lt;input type='text' name='in0' size='32' maxlength='64' value='Mayang'&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;font style='color : #000000; font-family : Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;'&gt;Age: &lt;/td&gt;&lt;td bgcolor='#D8F3F3'&gt;&lt;input type='text' name='in1' size='02' maxlength='02' value='24'&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;font style='color : #000000; font-family : Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;'&gt;Sex: &lt;/td&gt;&lt;td bgcolor='#D8F3F3'&gt;&lt;select name='in2' size='1'&gt;&lt;option value='Male' &gt;Male&lt;/option&gt;&lt;option value='Female' selected&gt;Female&lt;/option&gt;&lt;/select&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;font style='color : #000000; 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Get Free &lt;a href='http://astrology.kwiz.biz' style='text-decoration: none;'&gt;Daily Horoscopes&lt;/a&gt; from Kwiz.Biz&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/form&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3901456-110965133417218712?l=liteee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3901456/posts/default/110965133417218712'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3901456/posts/default/110965133417218712'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://liteee.blogspot.com/2005/02/my-best-sexual-skill-what-is-your-best.html' title=''/><author><name>lite</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14053277058660724967</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3901456.post-110714489177186227</id><published>2005-01-30T20:13:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-01-30T20:14:51.770-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;table width=400 align=center border=1 bordercolor=black cellspacing=0 cellpadding=2&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor=#66CCFF align=center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font face="Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif" style='color:black; font-size: 14pt;'&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;You Are 25 Years Old&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align=center bgcolor=#FFFFFF&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;font color="#0000CC" size="+6"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  25  &lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font 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;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&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/whatagequiz/"&gt;What Age Do You Act?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Im acting my age (more or less) ... im not yet 25 until May this year ... but before i thought i'm mature for my age ... well ... &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3901456-110714489177186227?l=liteee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3901456/posts/default/110714489177186227'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3901456/posts/default/110714489177186227'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://liteee.blogspot.com/2005/01/you-are-25-years-old-25-under-12-you.html' title=''/><author><name>lite</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14053277058660724967</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3901456.post-110678262386926666</id><published>2005-01-26T15:18:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-01-26T15:37:03.870-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>last night when i arrived at home and saw my baby, i thought, there's something new in him, his face seemed like more brighter ... then i saw his hair ... Nanay had cut his uneven and unruly hair! (only the hairs near his ear and at the top most of his head grows very fast, about 4 inches already while a lot of his other hair are still very short, like 1/2 to 1 inch) although, she only cut the side parts, hair that easily goes into dale's face / eyes when blown by air. his other hair parts are still intact.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so we waited for dee to come home and when he arrived we cut all dale's hair.  i was the one holding dale, nanay was holding his head and dee was the one who did the cutting. after so many wriggling and some protests (coz after sometime dale got irritated) when we looked at him, he looked a lot better with his newly cut hair.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;dale can now sit very easily and can sometimes sit without support of his hand. i for his 6th month, we bought him nestle vegatable mix.&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/3901456-110678262386926666?l=liteee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3901456/posts/default/110678262386926666'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3901456/posts/default/110678262386926666'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://liteee.blogspot.com/2005/01/last-night-when-i-arrived-at-home-and.html' title=''/><author><name>lite</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14053277058660724967</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3901456.post-110618286276574789</id><published>2005-01-19T16:51:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-01-19T17:14:27.643-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>it's dale's 6th month today ... i still can't believe i already have a son ... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;he now knows how to sit with only one hand support and although he still cant crawl very well, he knows how to move forward a little.  starting from 3 mos, he already knows how to make &lt;em&gt;apir&lt;/em&gt;, and last night he showed us that he knows how to clap already. he doesnt know 'clap' but 'yehey'. so when you say yehey he starts clapping his hands and say something which sounds like yehey. we were so happy lastnight, it overwhelms my heart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we bought him his crib on the first week of january but we still havent decided on the walker yet. we still have to check other department stores. im so excited coz his legs are so strong seems like he'll be standing/walking first instead of crawling.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;on the down side ... he still has colds.  first we gave neozep drops for only 5 days, then the pedia recommended trimulex for cough.  when he finished one bottle, the smallest one, of trimulex, we stopped giving him any meds. then when i consulted my pedia classmate, she suggested we gave him virlix coz it might be rhinitis. so i hope he'll get better soon coz it's so hard for him to fall asleep at night, might be because of it.&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/3901456-110618286276574789?l=liteee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3901456/posts/default/110618286276574789'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3901456/posts/default/110618286276574789'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://liteee.blogspot.com/2005/01/its-dales-6th-month-today.html' title=''/><author><name>lite</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14053277058660724967</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3901456.post-110566476197368638</id><published>2005-01-13T16:56:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-01-13T18:50:29.403-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;bad day&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i had a really really bad dream last night. i took a jeep going to robinson, i have with me my baby, just to find out that it has a different route. so i have get another ride, but then i realized that i have no money with me. then the previous jeepney that i ride in passed by and i hailed it, so that i could ask if i left my wallet, but the driver wont stop. i was already so worried with my baby. on the side walk there are street vendors. so i approached them and asked if i could borrow money but then they told they have no money. then i looked at my baby and i just thought that we're not gonna be able to go home anymore and will be street people ... that's when i started crying really hard ... then i woke up. thank goodness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;+++++++++++&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;going to the office ... on an uneventful ride in a jeep ... then suddenly we saw this girl hit by another jeep making a very fast left turn.  the lady was so kawawa, she could hardly stand.  i shivered at the sight. though there was no bloodshed, the thought that it could have been me was so frightening.&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/3901456-110566476197368638?l=liteee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3901456/posts/default/110566476197368638'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3901456/posts/default/110566476197368638'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://liteee.blogspot.com/2005/01/bad-day-i-had-really-really-bad-dream.html' title=''/><author><name>lite</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14053277058660724967</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3901456.post-110533101541782864</id><published>2005-01-09T20:09:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-01-09T20:23:35.416-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>we are all sick today ... i have colds and cough, dee's also not feeling well and decided not to go to work to look after dale who have colds, cough, and fever ... my poor baby ... he had a hard time going to sleep last night. my throat's soooo itchy ...&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/3901456-110533101541782864?l=liteee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3901456/posts/default/110533101541782864'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3901456/posts/default/110533101541782864'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://liteee.blogspot.com/2005/01/we-are-all-sick-today.html' title=''/><author><name>lite</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14053277058660724967</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3901456.post-110352637459275197</id><published>2004-12-19T23:05:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-12-19T23:07:52.180-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;img src='http://img.villagephotos.com/p/2003-9/376388/dale3mossleeppout.jpg' width=320 height=240  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;dale 3 mos&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src='http://img.villagephotos.com/p/2003-9/376388/dale4mosb.JPG' width=512 height=384  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;dale 4 mos&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3901456-110352637459275197?l=liteee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3901456/posts/default/110352637459275197'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3901456/posts/default/110352637459275197'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://liteee.blogspot.com/2004/12/dale-3-mos-dale-4-mos.html' title=''/><author><name>lite</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14053277058660724967</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3901456.post-110352510659488126</id><published>2004-12-19T22:43:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-12-19T22:45:06.593-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;img src="http://www.debsfunpages.com/anxmas/wreath.gif"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;B&gt;HAVE A VERY MERRY CHRISTMAS HOLIDAY TO ALL!!!&lt;/B&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3901456-110352510659488126?l=liteee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3901456/posts/default/110352510659488126'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3901456/posts/default/110352510659488126'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://liteee.blogspot.com/2004/12/have-very-merry-christmas-holiday-to.html' title=''/><author><name>lite</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14053277058660724967</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3901456.post-110348797486682185</id><published>2004-12-19T12:05:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-12-19T12:26:14.866-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;Sheena's bday&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it's already 4:30 n the morning. my baby just slept awhile ago. we just finished watching ai opened her bday presents.  Dale and i went to &lt;br /&gt;cousin sheena's 18th bday or ai as we call her. celebrated it in italia, somewhere in las piñas. it was fun, i sung a song by Bic Runga "Sway" and i gave her a simple handbag for a gift. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm not going to sleep anymore coz i still hav to go to the office later.  thank goodness today's our last day! so it's ok if i deprive myself of a good night rest. il just make it up these holiday season. my face is showing the nights of lack of sleep, especially in the chin part! they (pimples) just start showing after i gave birth. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i dont know if my energy will be able to carry me till the evening today coz we still hav a xmas dinner party. i think il be having plenty of coffee today.  no need to worry bout the baby coz i already stopped breastfeeding. it was sad for me, but the milk supply just dwindled very fast coz i dont have time anytime to express milk in the office.  we still have to go home before i go to the office.  some of my cousin already left for the misa de gallo (simbang gabi).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ohhhh my eyes want to close but it will not be a good idea. i think i'l take a bath first. im feeling more sleepy looking at the monitor.&lt;br /&gt;&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/3901456-110348797486682185?l=liteee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3901456/posts/default/110348797486682185'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3901456/posts/default/110348797486682185'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://liteee.blogspot.com/2004/12/sheenas-bday-its-already-430-n-morning.html' title=''/><author><name>lite</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14053277058660724967</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3901456.post-110307024372897204</id><published>2004-12-14T16:15:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-12-14T16:24:03.726-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i'm sooooooooooooooooo tired and soooooooooooo sleeeeeeeeeeeeepppppppppy!!!  -,-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;did some laundry washing last night coz we'll not be able to do that over the weekend coz we're attending a xmas party on saturday then a debut on sunday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&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/3901456-110307024372897204?l=liteee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3901456/posts/default/110307024372897204'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3901456/posts/default/110307024372897204'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://liteee.blogspot.com/2004/12/im-sooooooooooooooooo-tired-and.html' title=''/><author><name>lite</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14053277058660724967</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3901456.post-110290217950806236</id><published>2004-12-12T17:39:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-12-12T17:42:59.506-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i attended our stat alumni homecoming last saturday, held at the up bahay ng alumni.  the program was a bit boring due to the fact that the sound system was not good. the food was ok, but i think not worth the 500 pesos we paid for the event, but at least they have beers and red wine prepared.&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/3901456-110290217950806236?l=liteee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3901456/posts/default/110290217950806236'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3901456/posts/default/110290217950806236'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://liteee.blogspot.com/2004/12/i-attended-our-stat-alumni-homecoming.html' title=''/><author><name>lite</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14053277058660724967</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3901456.post-110142941247530121</id><published>2004-11-25T15:42:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-11-25T16:36:52.476-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>my 10th late for this month ... i dont know how many lates i have last month ... but if its more than 9 .. uh uh ... im in a really big trouble ... coz if we have 2 months with more than 9 lates ... then we receive a memo ... if ever, this'll be my second warning! so il be subject to suspension. i dont need that right now, with all prices going up and xmas season is coming in &lt;sigh&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yesterday i was not late for work but then they suspended office work coz of the strike of jeepney drivers. i went home immediately to take dale to the center to get his vaccine shots. then in the afternoon we went to the mall to buy some stuff and groceries. dale got a fever when we returned in our house, so we gave him paracetamol for kids and he just slept till around midnight. i dunno what tym he slept again ... maybe around 2 or 3 ... then i woke up and it's already 6:30! not enough time to get to work by 7. i just hope my lates last month is less than 10.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;***********&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;dale's sitter for this week is kuya alfie. im glad he VOLUNTEERED to help. last monday dee wasnt able to go to work to take care of dale.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;***********&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the people i expect to be of help abandoned me in time of need. so what il do? i dunno.  i was hurt and angry, that after all the hard work and stress that iv gone through for my family seemed like an insignificant thing to them (i know not for my ma). not that im counting. but i have my own family now. so i guess what i should do is concentrate on my baby, hubby and studies. i can only do so much.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' 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type='html'>&lt;b&gt;Busy body&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;was not able to go to work yesterday coz i had a fever the night before and i was still not strong enough to leave the house ... plus i'm having diarrhea till now ... i dont know what caused it. my body must have failed to cope up with all the things i have to do. im usually undersleep coz of dale, we're preparing for our 1st proposal presentation for today plus i have 3 sidelines for this week only :p and of course my work &lt;sigh&gt; im really under a lot of stress. i have to relax and take it easy ... write an entry in my blog ... listen to relaxing music and eat on time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well, good thing, my baby Dale's allergy is gone with soy milk. that's minus one problem for me. im not sure if it's really coz of the milk or he got over the allergy ... maybe one day we'll try to give him his old milk and see the effect. i hope it's gone for good.  last weekend we bought him his baby carrier and stroller.  he liked it in the carrier and he just usually sleep when we go out. we also bought him a toy with different shapes that you have to fit in a container. but he doesnt appreciate it yet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;he likes laughing out loud when talked to and be in a sitting position. he's really so cute. he can also now reach his feet without difficulty.&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/3901456-110082325245723810?l=liteee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3901456/posts/default/110082325245723810'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3901456/posts/default/110082325245723810'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://liteee.blogspot.com/2004/11/busy-body-was-not-able-to-go-to-work.html' title=''/><author><name>lite</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14053277058660724967</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3901456.post-109987078895166808</id><published>2004-11-07T15:32:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-11-07T15:39:48.950-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>do you sometimes feel that no one wants to help you or if there is someone, he/she is just forced into helping you.  that's how i feel today. with only 2 hours sleep and feeling depressed, i feel like i could burst anytime.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i wish i can be with my baby all the time!&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/3901456-109987078895166808?l=liteee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3901456/posts/default/109987078895166808'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3901456/posts/default/109987078895166808'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://liteee.blogspot.com/2004/11/do-you-sometimes-feel-that-no-one-wants.html' title=''/><author><name>lite</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14053277058660724967</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3901456.post-109937441404296388</id><published>2004-11-01T22:30:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-11-01T21:46:54.043-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Dale's allergy has now subsided with the antihistamine Virlix that the doctor prescribed. we went to cainta last weekend til yesterday (monday).  i wish we just stayed home, coz basically that's just what we did at our Aunt's house. stayed home and just watched TV the whole day except that they have cable there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*********************&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i just can't understand how some other people be very unloyal and be very unfair with their partners! it's as if they dont imagine how very painful it is ... so unsensitive. i'm not just talking about males here, even females! it's really awful especially when you know them (both sides the unloyals and the martyrs!) ... yeah, i call those who dont want to let go, even if they know that their partners are not interested in them anymore, martyrs.  they are letting themselves be putdown by people who doesnt deserve their love and attention.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well nuff said&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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type='html'>&lt;font size="2"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Allergy&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All the while, we thought that the red patches in my baby’s skin were coz of insect bites. But when we visited a pedia today, she said that it’s an allergy … milk allergy. Dee’s allergic to many kinds of food. So probably Dale got it from him. Their skins show the same allergic reaction.  We were so worried coz it’s getting worse. Dale’s face and neck already have swollen patches!  The doctor gave us a prescription for both the allergy and the insect bite (if necessary).  She said if giving him antihistamine will not work, then we have to shift him to another milk formula (NanH+). We’re currently giving him Bonna coz it’s much cheaper than S26 although their contents area almost the same and also from the same company.  I hope he’ll get better soon.  It’s really nasty when you look at him. Good thing, Dale’s acting as if he doesn’t feel anything bad. He’s really a good baby … :D just like mom :p&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/3901456-109885354873184891?l=liteee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3901456/posts/default/109885354873184891'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3901456/posts/default/109885354873184891'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://liteee.blogspot.com/2004/10/allergy-all-while-we-thought-that-red.html' title=''/><author><name>lite</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14053277058660724967</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3901456.post-109866351118533001</id><published>2004-10-24T17:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-10-24T17:18:31.186-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;img src="http://images.quizilla.com/I/Iceangel143/1077972112_magicangel.JPG" border="0" alt="magic"&gt;&lt;br&gt;Your a Magical Angel!Out of all the angels, you are&lt;br&gt;the one most afflicted with magic. You can do&lt;br&gt;many enchantments as well as sorcery. You cant&lt;br&gt;do black magic, because even though your not so&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;a href="http://quizilla.com/users/Iceangel143/quizzes/What%20Kind%20of%20ANGEL%20are%20you%3F%20(For%20Girls%20only)%20This%20Quiz%20has%20amazingly%20Beautiful%20Pictures!/"&gt; &lt;font size="-1"&gt;What Kind of ANGEL are you? (For Girls only) This Quiz has amazingly Beautiful Pictures!&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;BR&gt; &lt;font size="-3"&gt;brought to you by &lt;a href="http://quizilla.com"&gt;Quizilla&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this one is funny ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.quizilla.com/B/BlareWitchChild/1097851672_dsends0468.jpg" border="0" alt="my favorite"&gt;&lt;br&gt;Tresspassing sign... one of my favorites!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;a href="http://quizilla.com/users/BlareWitchChild/quizzes/What%20Funny%20Picture%20are%20YOU%3F%20(really%20hilarious%20pics)/"&gt; &lt;font size="-1"&gt;What Funny Picture are YOU? (really hilarious pics)&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;BR&gt; &lt;font size="-3"&gt;brought to you by &lt;a href="http://quizilla.com"&gt;Quizilla&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&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/3901456-109866351118533001?l=liteee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3901456/posts/default/109866351118533001'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3901456/posts/default/109866351118533001'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://liteee.blogspot.com/2004/10/your-magical-angelout-of-all-angels-you.html' title=''/><author><name>lite</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14053277058660724967</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3901456.post-109831838101225127</id><published>2004-10-20T17:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-10-20T18:02:33.876-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>You took your còat off&lt;br /&gt;ând stood in thê râin&lt;br /&gt;you're Älways cräzy lìkè&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you're fashionably sensitive&lt;br /&gt;but too cool to care&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;these fóólish gämes&lt;br /&gt;are tearìng me apart&lt;br /&gt;and your thoùghtless wörds&lt;br /&gt;are brëakíng my heart&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;YOÜ'RÉ BR?AKïNG MY HEÄRT&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- jEWel -&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/3901456-109831838101225127?l=liteee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3901456/posts/default/109831838101225127'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3901456/posts/default/109831838101225127'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://liteee.blogspot.com/2004/10/you-took-your-cat-off-nd-stood-in-th.html' title=''/><author><name>lite</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14053277058660724967</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3901456.post-109823487300377997</id><published>2004-10-19T18:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-10-19T18:14:33.003-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;Three month-old&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;what a special day today ... even though i was late for the office, i did not regret having to stay a little while longer with my family this morning. if i had left early, i would have not witnessd how my baby Dale struggled to be able to turn and lie on his stomach. he's exactly 3 months today! i'm so proud of him whenever he do and learn something new.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;whenever his arms are stretched and he's looking intently on his hands ... we know that he's trying very hard to control his hand to reach his mouth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;he can now also talk to himself on the mirror. it's so funny coz he still doesnt know that he's talking to his self ... so i gues they understand each other :p&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/3901456-109823487300377997?l=liteee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3901456/posts/default/109823487300377997'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3901456/posts/default/109823487300377997'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://liteee.blogspot.com/2004/10/three-month-old-what-special-day-today.html' title=''/><author><name>lite</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14053277058660724967</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3901456.post-109773115665334226</id><published>2004-10-13T23:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-10-13T22:19:16.653-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;&lt;font size="2"&gt;How brats are created&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who says only valuable jewelries can become heirlooms?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My daughter showed me a copy of a letter written by her friend's Dad on her 13th birthday. A few months after he wrote it, he died of a heart attack. Today, this letter is regarded as a family heirloom, shared not just with the immediate members of the family, but shown proudly to relatives and friends alike.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I felt the message in this beautiful letter should be shared with as many people as possible. So I asked my daughter if her friend -- the letter's addressee -- would allow me to reprint it in BusinessWorld. She said there shouldn't be a problem, except that a note should probably precede the letter asking the readers to share this with their young married children.  Hah!, a not-so-subtle inference that BusinessWorld readers are not exactly "young parents" anymore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, dear readers, do share this letter with your young married children.  They will certainly find this letter -- as I did -- a very insightful treatise on how brats are created.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;==================================&lt;br /&gt;"Daughter Dearest&lt;br /&gt;Happy 13th Birthday!&lt;br /&gt;When you came to this world 13 years ago, you brought your Mom and I a lot of joy! We've always wanted a daughter and God in His wisdom gifted us with you. &lt;br /&gt;This is not to cast any aspersions at your four older brothers; they are also a great blessing and we love them very much, but boys are boys, and I look forward to the day when I am old and gray to have you by my side. I can't see this happening with your brothers; you know what I mean, as we have talked about his at the dining-room table many a time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You have also heard me say that we are gifted with a lot of material wealth. That's something we should be very grateful to the Lord about, but we should be aware that this has been loaned to us, as you too are loaned to us by God and that we will be asked to give a full accounting when our day of reckoning comes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The reason for this letter is to warn you about one big, big danger you and your brothers may face in the next few years. I have seen it happen in other families. I don't want to see it happen here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am referring to having you guys grow up as brats!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'Brat-manship' is the process one has to go through to become a brat!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Unfortunately, it is an ailment imposed by parents! They are the creators of the brats! In their desire to try to save their children from the difficulties they have been through, they do whatever possible to shield them from this. Little do they realize, that it is precisely these difficulties that have made them successful. Their love for their children may make them overprotective. They may even prevent them from taking public transportation. They come up with all sorts of rationalizations, going by public transportation is not safe, the buses are too crowded, the fumes on the road are bad for ones health, and so on!&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;They mean well, but in the process, they deprive their children of what it really means to live in a city likeManila which is comprised of two strata of society -- the 'haves' and the 'have-nots!' And sad to say some of 'the haves' live in their little world. Unaware of that sampaguita vendor, drenched in the rain, so that her siblings may get a least one meal that day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The other day, I was with an elderly wise gentleman, we are at the Polo Club waiting for his car. There was a girl, about your age. She, too, was waiting for her car. When her vehicle got there, she jumped into the front seat, and as she did, tossed her beautiful pair of riding boots into the back seat. She then asked the driver if her Mom was home. 'Wala po! Nagma-mah jong (She's not home. She's playing mah jong),' came the reply! The car drove off.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My friend turned to me and said, 'There is an example of the underprivileged rich.' Then he followed with, 'They have everything and they have nothing.'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This incident, short as it was, left me with a deep impression. I guess this is why I am writing this letter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your Mom and I have tried to raise you kids to realize that our country is made up of the very rich and those who may not even have enough to have one decent meal a day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope you never lose sight of this. This is why we have taken it upon ourselves to adopt a squatter family during Christmas and share with them some of some things to make their Christmas more meaningful. In the process, we hope that you and your brothers will appreciate the conditions we live in. In the process, I hope that you always have compassion for these lesser fortunate. So that next time you see that sampaguita vendor knocking at our car window drenched in rain you do not get annoyed, but instead pull out your wallet and share with her in a small way your allowance.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You will notice your brothers take public transportation to go to UP.  It's not that we can't afford another car; we can't afford for them to grow up thinking that its part of their 'birth right' to be in the ruling class.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is why we insisted that you do your bed in the morning, and to pick up your own toys and cloths, rather than have a yaya trailing you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I could go on and on. As you are apt to say, 'You catch my drift!'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When you feel you are not getting enough money in your allowance, or get new shoes like your friends always had or the latest fad of Guess jeans, take this letter out and reread what I have written.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We love you far too much to create a brat!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Your Loving Father"&lt;br /&gt;========================================&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3901456-109773115665334226?l=liteee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3901456/posts/default/109773115665334226'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3901456/posts/default/109773115665334226'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://liteee.blogspot.com/2004/10/how-brats-are-created-who-says-only.html' title=''/><author><name>lite</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14053277058660724967</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3901456.post-109745556212180989</id><published>2004-10-10T17:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-10-10T17:46:02.120-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;good samaritan&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this morning was a really embarrassing start ... when i was about to pay my jeepney fare, i realized that i dont hav smaller bills than 100s. but i gave the 100 anyway to the driver thinking that by that time he already have  then he just gave it back to me ... i only hav 2.50 pesos in my purse (so i thought that i'l just giv it instead of nothing). but then this guy beside me started pulling his wallet out. so i thought that he will change my 100. but then, he got coins out then paid for my fare. it was really nice of him. but it was pretty embarrassing for me. (actually this happened to me like 3 times or 4 times already! :p)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;usually when the driver is masungit and i dont hav any change ... i just dont pay at all ... hehehe ... instead of being reprimanded by the driver.&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/3901456-109745556212180989?l=liteee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3901456/posts/default/109745556212180989'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3901456/posts/default/109745556212180989'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://liteee.blogspot.com/2004/10/good-samaritan-this-morning-was-really.html' title=''/><author><name>lite</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14053277058660724967</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3901456.post-109722352160737371</id><published>2004-10-08T00:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-10-08T01:18:41.606-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;Mamamia&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i will really miss my mama =( ... she's going home tom to gensan, after 2 months of staying here in manila ... she will travel by ship/boat ... we had fun times together while taking care of my baby ... she gave me lots of advise that are very useful and practical.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i wish she could stay with us for good. but that's not really possible cause my brothers and sisters (all younger than me) and of course my pa are really missing her a lot. they still need to be taken care of.  we'll be having a family reunion in pangasinan on december ... i hope they will be able to come ... with the help of our relatives&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my hubby's mother is already with us ... although her eyes cant see very well, she's a really good cook! specially her adobo!&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/3901456-109722352160737371?l=liteee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3901456/posts/default/109722352160737371'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3901456/posts/default/109722352160737371'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://liteee.blogspot.com/2004/10/mamamia-i-will-really-miss-my-mama.html' title=''/><author><name>lite</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14053277058660724967</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3901456.post-109693665099324348</id><published>2004-10-04T17:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-10-04T17:37:30.993-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>my baby's having his 2nd shots of dpt &amp; opv (vaccines) today. my mom will be the one who will take him to the health center ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*****&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haaaaaayyyyyyyy! buhay ....... ang daming problema!  =(&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/3901456-109693665099324348?l=liteee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3901456/posts/default/109693665099324348'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3901456/posts/default/109693665099324348'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://liteee.blogspot.com/2004/10/my-babys-having-his-2nd-shots-of-dpt.html' title=''/><author><name>lite</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14053277058660724967</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3901456.post-109659230546883250</id><published>2004-09-30T17:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-09-30T17:58:25.466-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;Baby Dale's Very own Blog!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i've created a blog for my baby ... visit him here --&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.babyblogger.co.uk/ZerobDale" targe="new"&gt;Zerob Dale&lt;/a&gt;&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/3901456-109659230546883250?l=liteee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3901456/posts/default/109659230546883250'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3901456/posts/default/109659230546883250'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://liteee.blogspot.com/2004/09/baby-dales-very-own-blog-zerob-dale.html' title=''/><author><name>lite</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14053277058660724967</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3901456.post-109651850748757404</id><published>2004-09-29T20:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-09-29T21:36:07.523-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;parenting&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I always feel like crying whenever I leave for the office in the morning. It's only been 2 weeks since i returned working ... im missing my baby so much! it makes my heart ache :(  ... what will happen next semester when i continue my studies?! ... this is really frustrating! ... if only i can just quit my job ... just like that ... so i can spend my whole day with Dale and never miss a thing while he's growing up and experiencing new things ... im afraid that im going to miss his first comprehensible words ... his first time to lie on his tummy all by himself ... his first crawl ... his first walk ... =,( ... im scared of the thought that he'll be closer to the ones who will be taking care of him while me and my hubby are away or that something bad will happen to him (knock on wood)... noooohhhh ... i don wan dat 2 happen ... puhleez ... im just being ... paranoid? ... no ... a mother :p&lt;br /&gt;&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/3901456-109651850748757404?l=liteee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3901456/posts/default/109651850748757404'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3901456/posts/default/109651850748757404'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://liteee.blogspot.com/2004/09/parenting-i-always-feel-like-crying.html' title=''/><author><name>lite</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14053277058660724967</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3901456.post-109625946440456412</id><published>2004-09-26T21:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-09-27T19:28:16.486-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;BUZZzzz&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;last song syndrom:  SLOW MOTION (by Juvenile)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this day is very hectic ... i didnt even enjoy my lunch ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my lower back still hurts 2 months after my delivery ... i dont know if i should start worrying ... if it doesnt get better after 3 months il consult a doctor ...&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/3901456-109625946440456412?l=liteee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3901456/posts/default/109625946440456412'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3901456/posts/default/109625946440456412'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://liteee.blogspot.com/2004/09/buzzzzz-last-song-syndrom-slow-motion.html' title=''/><author><name>lite</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14053277058660724967</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3901456.post-109581581004048785</id><published>2004-09-21T17:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-09-21T19:12:42.363-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.villagephotos.com/p/2003-9/376388/DSC00084.JPG" width="240" height="320"&gt;&lt;br&gt;Zerob Dale,2 days, taken at the hospital room while he's having his first sunshine rays&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.villagephotos.com/p/2003-9/376388/DSC00082_1.JPG" width=320 height=240&gt;&lt;br&gt;less than 1 1/2 months ... sleeping ... aint he cute!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.villagephotos.com/p/2003-9/376388/DSC00071_1.JPG" width=320 height=240r&gt;&lt;br&gt;YUCK!&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&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/3901456-109581581004048785?l=liteee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3901456/posts/default/109581581004048785'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3901456/posts/default/109581581004048785'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://liteee.blogspot.com/2004/09/zerob-dale2-days-taken-at-hospital-room.html' title=''/><author><name>lite</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14053277058660724967</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3901456.post-109566974985443438</id><published>2004-09-20T01:30:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2004-09-20T01:42:29.856-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://quizilla.com/users/kazerin/quizzes/Which%20deadly%20sin%20do%20you%20represent%3F%20(Angel%20Sanctuary%20Pics)/"&gt; &lt;img src="http://images.quizilla.com/K/kazerin/1063251517_resmoiENVY.jpg" border="0" alt="Envy" /&gt;&lt;/br&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:-1;"&gt;Which deadly sin do you represent? (Angel Sanctuary Pics)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:-3;"&gt;brought to you by &lt;a href="http://quizilla.com"&gt;Quizilla&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3901456-109566974985443438?l=liteee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3901456/posts/default/109566974985443438'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3901456/posts/default/109566974985443438'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://liteee.blogspot.com/2004/09/which-deadly-sin-do-you-represent-angel.html' title=''/><author><name>lite</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14053277058660724967</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3901456.post-109566717308235570</id><published>2004-09-20T00:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-09-20T00:59:33.083-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;Back to reality&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after 2 months of staying at home caring for the baby ... i'm back to work again! &lt;sigh&gt; i miss my baby already ... this morning, i had a hard time leaving the house and being away from Dale ... i miss his smell, his cute smile, his cry, everything! ... he make me feel so good and so happy ... good for us my mom and my sis will be taking care of baby Dale while dee and i r working and not some yaya whom we do not entirely know ... but my ma's going home at the end of the month :(  ... good thing dee's ma will replace her ... that'll save us a lot and will lessen our worries since they're actually the ones who raised us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i still have this pain in my lower back ... i cant really stretch to my heart's content coz m afraid that my wound inside will stretch (the outside looks a-ok, it's already healed) ... m still wearing binders ... i cant still wear my uniform at work coz it still wont fit ... the anger inside me is caused by my cs is starting to slowly fade ... actually, anger to my ob ... but i tell myself that it's not really her fault ... that it's my fate, the almighty One was with me and that was for the best ... for me and my baby's sake ... otherwise, it would be disaster ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my cuz also just gave birth ... we visited her last weekend ... and i sometimes think that my cs was actually good in a sense that i dont hav to suffer perineal pain, which they say pain killers dont really kill the pain ... unlike in my wound which i didnt really felt too much pain, there's actually very little to none at all (coz im very careful of my movement so as to not put any pressure on my wound)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cant wait to go home&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i have to make a lot of updating in my blog ... my tagboard's not working ... pics are not showing ... demit!&lt;br /&gt;&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/3901456-109566717308235570?l=liteee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3901456/posts/default/109566717308235570'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3901456/posts/default/109566717308235570'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://liteee.blogspot.com/2004/09/back-to-reality-after-2-months-of.html' title=''/><author><name>lite</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14053277058660724967</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3901456.post-109144441656017745</id><published>2004-08-02T02:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-08-02T04:00:16.560-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt; Aftermath &lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i got so depressed coz of my cesarian delivery ... i feel so cheated ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we stayed 3 days at the hospital ... which costed us 38T all in all&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but my baby's cute smile washes all my depression and worries away ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&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/3901456-109144441656017745?l=liteee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3901456/posts/default/109144441656017745'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3901456/posts/default/109144441656017745'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://liteee.blogspot.com/2004/08/aftermath-i-got-so-depressed-coz-of-my.html' title=''/><author><name>lite</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14053277058660724967</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3901456.post-109021509440277656</id><published>2004-07-18T21:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-07-18T22:31:34.403-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;I'm sick!!! &lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;i have colds&amp;nbsp; :(&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3901456-109021509440277656?l=liteee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3901456/posts/default/109021509440277656'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3901456/posts/default/109021509440277656'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://liteee.blogspot.com/2004/07/im-sick.html' title=''/><author><name>lite</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14053277058660724967</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry></feed>
