<?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-2724400827983633104</id><updated>2011-09-29T00:55:02.155+08:00</updated><category term='music'/><category term='confused'/><category term='sad'/><category term='countdown'/><category term='life'/><title type='text'>Queen of Gab</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://timiemaimai.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2724400827983633104/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://timiemaimai.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Timie Mariz II</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13237909977558465130</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mv5sqNX4dx4/SbG2D-OkBxI/AAAAAAAAAAM/GezFPmU7YSU/S220/Picture+124.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>65</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2724400827983633104.post-3867090257493707835</id><published>2010-07-31T14:04:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-09-27T11:29:30.319+08:00</updated><title type='text'>i kinda missed the old times...</title><content type='html'>i wish i could go back to the way it was before...but I also have to move forward...and live the dream i have... I miss my friends and I feel sick knowing that it has all been my fault I lost them :(&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2724400827983633104-3867090257493707835?l=timiemaimai.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://timiemaimai.blogspot.com/feeds/3867090257493707835/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://timiemaimai.blogspot.com/2010/07/i-kinda-missed-old-times.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2724400827983633104/posts/default/3867090257493707835'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2724400827983633104/posts/default/3867090257493707835'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://timiemaimai.blogspot.com/2010/07/i-kinda-missed-old-times.html' title='i kinda missed the old times...'/><author><name>Timie Mariz II</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13237909977558465130</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mv5sqNX4dx4/SbG2D-OkBxI/AAAAAAAAAAM/GezFPmU7YSU/S220/Picture+124.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2724400827983633104.post-201818619109452018</id><published>2009-11-03T17:34:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-03T17:36:07.775+08:00</updated><title type='text'>the fight is over.</title><content type='html'>When the fighting is over&lt;br /&gt;Cause our mouths have just run dry&lt;br /&gt;As our feelings get colder&lt;br /&gt;There' nothing to hold us now&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gave all this time just to be let down&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Chorus:]&lt;br /&gt;Can you explain to me&lt;br /&gt;What has become of us?&lt;br /&gt;With words released&lt;br /&gt;We can never take them back&lt;br /&gt;Not even pleading can save us&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know you'll meet someone better&lt;br /&gt;But would you still think of me?&lt;br /&gt;If he can't hold you like I did&lt;br /&gt;Would you run back to me?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, I know this pain shall pass&lt;br /&gt;Gave all this time still we couldn't last&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Chorus:]&lt;br /&gt;Can you explain to me&lt;br /&gt;What has become of us?&lt;br /&gt;With words released&lt;br /&gt;We can never take them back&lt;br /&gt;For all that we're worth now&lt;br /&gt;Not even pleading can save us&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How did we end this way?&lt;br /&gt;Our promises thrown away&lt;br /&gt;All the years we built, broken up&lt;br /&gt;See it crashing down&lt;br /&gt;I have to say&lt;br /&gt;Though alone in this crazy sea of faces&lt;br /&gt;It's still your face I wanna know&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Chorus:]&lt;br /&gt;Can you explain to me&lt;br /&gt;What has become of us?&lt;br /&gt;With words released&lt;br /&gt;We can never take them back&lt;br /&gt;For all that we're worth now&lt;br /&gt;Not even pleading can save us&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can save us now..&lt;br /&gt;The fighting is over&lt;br /&gt;The fighting is over&lt;br /&gt;The fighting is over&lt;br /&gt;The fighting is over, now..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;I'll keep mum about this for now. :(&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2724400827983633104-201818619109452018?l=timiemaimai.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://timiemaimai.blogspot.com/feeds/201818619109452018/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://timiemaimai.blogspot.com/2009/11/fight-is-over.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2724400827983633104/posts/default/201818619109452018'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2724400827983633104/posts/default/201818619109452018'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://timiemaimai.blogspot.com/2009/11/fight-is-over.html' title='the fight is over.'/><author><name>Timie Mariz II</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13237909977558465130</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mv5sqNX4dx4/SbG2D-OkBxI/AAAAAAAAAAM/GezFPmU7YSU/S220/Picture+124.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2724400827983633104.post-5761206912941756926</id><published>2009-05-28T09:46:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-28T09:47:35.227+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Boys Before Flowers ♥</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mv5sqNX4dx4/Sh3tKAf4BtI/AAAAAAAAAAw/rzpebaBNQJc/s1600-h/151005004_l.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 213px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mv5sqNX4dx4/Sh3tKAf4BtI/AAAAAAAAAAw/rzpebaBNQJc/s320/151005004_l.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5340685489319446226" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Please bear with me in this post.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can’t contain my craziness over this Koreanovela. The last time I was like this was during the Meteor Garden craze. Here’s what I have done so far:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   1. I chose to be inactive to Plurk, Facebook, etc. last week just to watch all the episodes of BBF without intervention since it requires an internet connection.&lt;br /&gt;   2. I downloaded all the OSTs and put them in my iPod.&lt;br /&gt;   3. I’m still downloading the episodes even without the subtitles.&lt;br /&gt;   4. I’m trying to learn the Korean language.&lt;br /&gt;   5. I’m saving all the pics I see in the internet HAHA&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since I hadn’t slept right away when I went offline last night, I made a list why I like BBF better than MG! (comparing much?)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   1. Boys Before Flowers can always make me laugh. Gu Jun Pyo’s quotable quotes. HAHAHA&lt;br /&gt;   2. BBF has better cinematography.&lt;br /&gt;   3. Koo Hye Sun portrays the role very well.&lt;br /&gt;   4. Lastly, BBF has better-looking actors. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you have something to add? Comment and I’ll add it in my post :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2724400827983633104-5761206912941756926?l=timiemaimai.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://timiemaimai.blogspot.com/feeds/5761206912941756926/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://timiemaimai.blogspot.com/2009/05/boys-before-flowers.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2724400827983633104/posts/default/5761206912941756926'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2724400827983633104/posts/default/5761206912941756926'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://timiemaimai.blogspot.com/2009/05/boys-before-flowers.html' title='Boys Before Flowers ♥'/><author><name>Timie Mariz II</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13237909977558465130</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mv5sqNX4dx4/SbG2D-OkBxI/AAAAAAAAAAM/GezFPmU7YSU/S220/Picture+124.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mv5sqNX4dx4/Sh3tKAf4BtI/AAAAAAAAAAw/rzpebaBNQJc/s72-c/151005004_l.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2724400827983633104.post-7823831919594266979</id><published>2009-05-18T21:36:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-20T09:35:30.999+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I was lazy to get up today --- too lazy to talk, too lazy to move, too lazy to think.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had talked to my mom and it wasn't good. They don't understand. They can't understand. I was crying the whole I was in our room 'til I fell asleep. It's been really hard for me, then here comes &lt;u style="font-style: italic;"&gt;goodbye&lt;/u&gt;. I won't get into details, though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So yea, I managed to use the pc and checked &lt;a href="http://broperry.weebly.com/"&gt;Perry's blog&lt;/a&gt;, a very inspiring blog indeed. Thanks Pe. I owe you one again. I don't know. I was moved by your words.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I quote some:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;FOLLOW THE THINGS THAT MADE YOU HAPPY.&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sure! And the things that will make me happy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have thought of giving it up, but now I'll try even harder. I love you, Perry Paul G. Lamanilao ♥&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2724400827983633104-7823831919594266979?l=timiemaimai.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://timiemaimai.blogspot.com/feeds/7823831919594266979/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://timiemaimai.blogspot.com/2009/05/i-was-lazy-to-get-up-today-too-lazy-to.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2724400827983633104/posts/default/7823831919594266979'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2724400827983633104/posts/default/7823831919594266979'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://timiemaimai.blogspot.com/2009/05/i-was-lazy-to-get-up-today-too-lazy-to.html' title=''/><author><name>Timie Mariz II</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13237909977558465130</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mv5sqNX4dx4/SbG2D-OkBxI/AAAAAAAAAAM/GezFPmU7YSU/S220/Picture+124.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2724400827983633104.post-6621015346958121081</id><published>2009-05-16T09:22:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-16T09:24:09.238+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Restaurant City Quiz</title><content type='html'>I got this somewhere and I'm sharing this to everyone :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;A&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Q:&lt;/b&gt; &lt;u&gt;Agar&lt;/u&gt; is a gelatinous substance derived from what?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;A:&lt;/b&gt; Seaweed&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;B&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Q:&lt;/b&gt; &lt;u&gt;Bechamel&lt;/u&gt; sauce is also known as…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;A:&lt;/b&gt; White Sauce&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Q:&lt;/b&gt; To &lt;u&gt;blanch&lt;/u&gt; a vegetable, means to?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;A:&lt;/b&gt; Boil and Cool off quickly&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;C&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Q:&lt;/b&gt; &lt;u&gt;Calamari&lt;/u&gt; is fried?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;A:&lt;/b&gt; Squid&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Q:&lt;/b&gt; What is a &lt;u&gt;Calzone&lt;/u&gt;?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;A:&lt;/b&gt; A turnover made of pizza dough&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Q:&lt;/b&gt; In which restaurant would you typically find &lt;u&gt;Calzone&lt;/u&gt;?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;A:&lt;/b&gt; Italian&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Q:&lt;/b&gt; &lt;u&gt;Caviar&lt;/u&gt; is made from?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;A:&lt;/b&gt; Fish Egg&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Q:&lt;/b&gt; What kind of pizza is &lt;u&gt;chicago style&lt;/u&gt;?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;A:&lt;/b&gt; Deep dish&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Q:&lt;/b&gt; &lt;u&gt;Chilli&lt;/u&gt; is a?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;A:&lt;/b&gt; Fruit&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Q:&lt;/b&gt; Which of these &lt;u&gt;chillies&lt;/u&gt; is the spiciest?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;A:&lt;/b&gt; Naga jolokia pepper&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Q:&lt;/b&gt; What is &lt;u&gt;chinese gooseberry&lt;/u&gt; called in ancient time?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;A:&lt;/b&gt; Kiwi&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Q:&lt;/b&gt; What is &lt;u&gt;chocolate bloom&lt;/u&gt;?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;A:&lt;/b&gt; Cocoa fat or sugar&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Q:&lt;/b&gt; The &lt;u&gt;chuck&lt;/u&gt; is found where on the cow?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;A:&lt;/b&gt; Front&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Q:&lt;/b&gt; Which continent produces the most &lt;u&gt;cocoa&lt;/u&gt;?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;A:&lt;/b&gt; Africa&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Q:&lt;/b&gt; What is &lt;u&gt;coconut&lt;/u&gt;?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;A:&lt;/b&gt; Fruit&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Q:&lt;/b&gt; Q: A &lt;u&gt;crepe&lt;/u&gt; is typical a …?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;A:&lt;/b&gt; Thinly cooked pancake&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;D&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Q:&lt;/b&gt; &lt;u&gt;Dim sum&lt;/u&gt; originated from which country?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;A:&lt;/b&gt; China&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Q:&lt;/b&gt; &lt;u&gt;Dulce de leche&lt;/u&gt; is prepared by heating…?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;A:&lt;/b&gt; Sweetened Milk&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;E&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Q:&lt;/b&gt; Which sauce is typically used in the dish &lt;u&gt;Eggs Benedict&lt;/u&gt;?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;A:&lt;/b&gt; Hollandaise sauce&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;F&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Q:&lt;/b&gt; Where did &lt;u&gt;Feta Cheese&lt;/u&gt; come from?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;A:&lt;/b&gt; Greece&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Q:&lt;/b&gt; The &lt;u&gt;flank&lt;/u&gt; is found where on the cow?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;A:&lt;/b&gt; Mid&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Q:&lt;/b&gt; &lt;u&gt;Foie gras&lt;/u&gt; is food made from which part of an animal?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;A:&lt;/b&gt; Liver&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Q:&lt;/b&gt; In England, &lt;u&gt;French Fries&lt;/u&gt; are called?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;A:&lt;/b&gt; Chips&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;G&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Q:&lt;/b&gt; To &lt;u&gt;garnish&lt;/u&gt; a food means?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;A:&lt;/b&gt; Add final touches&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Q:&lt;/b&gt; &lt;u&gt;Granny smith apples&lt;/u&gt; are?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;A:&lt;/b&gt; Green&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Q:&lt;/b&gt; &lt;u&gt;Grapes&lt;/u&gt; grow on?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;A:&lt;/b&gt; Vines&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Q:&lt;/b&gt; The main ingredient in &lt;u&gt;Guacamole&lt;/u&gt; is?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;A:&lt;/b&gt; Avocado&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;H&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Q:&lt;/b&gt; Where is the &lt;u&gt;hamburger&lt;/u&gt; originally from?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;A:&lt;/b&gt; United states&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Q:&lt;/b&gt; What is &lt;u&gt;Hashi&lt;/u&gt;?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;A:&lt;/b&gt; Chopsticks&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Q:&lt;/b&gt; &lt;u&gt;Honey&lt;/u&gt; comes from?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;A:&lt;/b&gt; Bees&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Q:&lt;/b&gt; What is the main ingredient in &lt;u&gt;Houmous&lt;/u&gt;?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;A:&lt;/b&gt; Chickpeas&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Q:&lt;/b&gt; What is &lt;u&gt;Houmous&lt;/u&gt; made of?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;A:&lt;/b&gt; Chickpeas&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;K&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Q:&lt;/b&gt; &lt;u&gt;Kimchi&lt;/u&gt; is a Korean dish made of fermented?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;A:&lt;/b&gt; Vegetables&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Q:&lt;/b&gt; What is &lt;u&gt;Ketchup&lt;/u&gt; made of?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;A:&lt;/b&gt; Tomatoes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;L&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Q:&lt;/b&gt; &lt;u&gt;Lard&lt;/u&gt; is the fat obtained from which animal?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;A:&lt;/b&gt; Pig&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;N&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Q:&lt;/b&gt; &lt;u&gt;Naan&lt;/u&gt; is typically from?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;A:&lt;/b&gt; India&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Q:&lt;/b&gt; &lt;u&gt;Naan Bread&lt;/u&gt; is served with… ?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;A:&lt;/b&gt; Indian Food&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Q:&lt;/b&gt; &lt;u&gt;Natto&lt;/u&gt;, a traditional Japanese food, is made from fermented?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;A:&lt;/b&gt; Soybeans&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Q:&lt;/b&gt; &lt;u&gt;New-York Style Pizzas&lt;/u&gt; are generally?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;A:&lt;/b&gt; Thin crust&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;P&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Q:&lt;/b&gt; The &lt;u&gt;pizza&lt;/u&gt; originates from which country?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;A:&lt;/b&gt; Italy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Q:&lt;/b&gt; To &lt;u&gt;poach&lt;/u&gt; something means?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;A:&lt;/b&gt; To cook in boiling water&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Q:&lt;/b&gt; To &lt;u&gt;Proof dough&lt;/u&gt; means to…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;A:&lt;/b&gt; Allow it to rise&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Q:&lt;/b&gt; &lt;u&gt;Prunes&lt;/u&gt; are dried…?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;A:&lt;/b&gt; Plums&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;R&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Q:&lt;/b&gt; &lt;u&gt;Raisins&lt;/u&gt; are dried…?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;A:&lt;/b&gt; Grapes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Q:&lt;/b&gt; &lt;u&gt;Ratatouille&lt;/u&gt; is?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;A:&lt;/b&gt; A vegetarian dish&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Q:&lt;/b&gt; The main ingredient of &lt;u&gt;Ratatouille&lt;/u&gt; is?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;A:&lt;/b&gt; Tomatoes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Q:&lt;/b&gt; To &lt;u&gt;refresh vegetables&lt;/u&gt; is….?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;A:&lt;/b&gt; To immerse in COLD water&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Q:&lt;/b&gt; What is the color of &lt;u&gt;Rhubarb&lt;/u&gt;?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;A:&lt;/b&gt; Red&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Q:&lt;/b&gt; The &lt;u&gt;rump&lt;/u&gt; is found where on the cow?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;A:&lt;/b&gt; Back&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;S&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Q:&lt;/b&gt; What is &lt;u&gt;Saffron&lt;/u&gt;?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;A:&lt;/b&gt; Spice&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Q:&lt;/b&gt; &lt;u&gt;Saffron&lt;/u&gt; is a?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;A:&lt;/b&gt; Spice&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Q:&lt;/b&gt; &lt;u&gt;Sauerkraut&lt;/u&gt; is made from?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;A:&lt;/b&gt; Fermented Cabbage&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Q:&lt;/b&gt; To &lt;u&gt;saute&lt;/u&gt; a dish, means to?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;A:&lt;/b&gt; Fry quickly in hot pan&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Q:&lt;/b&gt; The &lt;u&gt;sirloin&lt;/u&gt; is found where on the cow?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;A:&lt;/b&gt; Mid&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Q:&lt;/b&gt; What is the most expensive &lt;u&gt;spice&lt;/u&gt; in the world?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;A:&lt;/b&gt; Saffron&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Q:&lt;/b&gt; Which of the following &lt;u&gt;spices&lt;/u&gt; is the most expensive??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;A:&lt;/b&gt; Pure Vanilla&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Q:&lt;/b&gt; &lt;u&gt;Steak tartare&lt;/u&gt; is a meat dish made from raw?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;A:&lt;/b&gt; Beef&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Q:&lt;/b&gt; What is &lt;u&gt;Stracchino&lt;/u&gt;?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;A:&lt;/b&gt; a fresh cheese from Italy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Q:&lt;/b&gt; In which restaurant would you typically find &lt;u&gt;sushi&lt;/u&gt;?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;A:&lt;/b&gt; Japanese&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;T&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Q:&lt;/b&gt; Where does &lt;u&gt;taco&lt;/u&gt; originate from?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;A:&lt;/b&gt; Mexico&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Q:&lt;/b&gt; In which restaurant would you typically find &lt;u&gt;tacos&lt;/u&gt;?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;A:&lt;/b&gt; Mexican&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Q:&lt;/b&gt; In which restaurant would you typically find &lt;u&gt;Tapas&lt;/u&gt;?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;A:&lt;/b&gt; Spanish&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Q:&lt;/b&gt; What is the main ingredient of &lt;u&gt;tofu&lt;/u&gt;?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;A:&lt;/b&gt; Soybean&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Q:&lt;/b&gt; A &lt;u&gt;tomato&lt;/u&gt; is a?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;A:&lt;/b&gt; Fruit&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Q:&lt;/b&gt; What color is &lt;u&gt;Tuna&lt;/u&gt; meat?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;A:&lt;/b&gt; Pink&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Q:&lt;/b&gt; The &lt;u&gt;Tuna&lt;/u&gt; is a?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;A:&lt;/b&gt; Salt Water Fish&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Q:&lt;/b&gt; Where is &lt;u&gt;Tuna&lt;/u&gt; from?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;A:&lt;/b&gt; Salt Water&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Q:&lt;/b&gt; The main ingredients in &lt;u&gt;Tzatziki&lt;/u&gt; are?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;A:&lt;/b&gt; Yoghurt and Cucumber&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;V&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Q:&lt;/b&gt; &lt;u&gt;Venison&lt;/u&gt; is the meat from what animal?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;A:&lt;/b&gt; Deer&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;W&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Q:&lt;/b&gt; What is the main ingredient of &lt;u&gt;wasabi&lt;/u&gt;?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;A:&lt;/b&gt; Horseradish&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Q:&lt;/b&gt; &lt;u&gt;Wasabi&lt;/u&gt; is made from a type of Japanese?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;A:&lt;/b&gt; Horseradish&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2724400827983633104-6621015346958121081?l=timiemaimai.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://timiemaimai.blogspot.com/feeds/6621015346958121081/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://timiemaimai.blogspot.com/2009/05/restaurant-city-quiz.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2724400827983633104/posts/default/6621015346958121081'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2724400827983633104/posts/default/6621015346958121081'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://timiemaimai.blogspot.com/2009/05/restaurant-city-quiz.html' title='Restaurant City Quiz'/><author><name>Timie Mariz II</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13237909977558465130</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mv5sqNX4dx4/SbG2D-OkBxI/AAAAAAAAAAM/GezFPmU7YSU/S220/Picture+124.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2724400827983633104.post-6372279579889790463</id><published>2009-05-10T06:37:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-10T06:57:43.511+08:00</updated><title type='text'>DREAMS AND WHAT-NOTS</title><content type='html'>Yesterday was the worst day of my life. Yet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I talked to my mom about my plans of enrolling in UP Open University, but she refused to listen to me before I tell her all my plans!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's a NO! A BIG NO!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What's next?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They'll send me to a school here or I work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She doesn't know I wanna do both at the same time. Please listen, Ma!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know it's gonna hurt you but I will live my life!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and that's an adventure!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let me grow!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love you.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2724400827983633104-6372279579889790463?l=timiemaimai.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://timiemaimai.blogspot.com/feeds/6372279579889790463/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://timiemaimai.blogspot.com/2009/05/dreams-and-what-nots.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2724400827983633104/posts/default/6372279579889790463'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2724400827983633104/posts/default/6372279579889790463'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://timiemaimai.blogspot.com/2009/05/dreams-and-what-nots.html' title='DREAMS AND WHAT-NOTS'/><author><name>Timie Mariz II</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13237909977558465130</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mv5sqNX4dx4/SbG2D-OkBxI/AAAAAAAAAAM/GezFPmU7YSU/S220/Picture+124.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2724400827983633104.post-629938637506124163</id><published>2009-05-03T11:19:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-03T11:26:30.341+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Smartest Kid in the World...?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: courier new;"&gt;As I was searching for some PS Brushes, I looked up to Yahoo.com and I saw at the homepage about a two-year-old girl who's said to be the smartest kid in the world.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new;"&gt;Here's the link to the video:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="font-weight: bold; font-family: lucida grande;" href="http://cosmos.bcst.yahoo.com/up/player/popup/?cl=13254690"&gt;Smartest Kid&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new;"&gt;I found it astonishing, really. I envy her accent! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: courier new;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://statics.plurk.com/92b595a573d25dd5e39a57b5d56d4d03.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 40px; height: 25px;" src="http://statics.plurk.com/92b595a573d25dd5e39a57b5d56d4d03.gif" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new;"&gt;I wonder why I wasn't like that little girl...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2724400827983633104-629938637506124163?l=timiemaimai.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://timiemaimai.blogspot.com/feeds/629938637506124163/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://timiemaimai.blogspot.com/2009/05/smartest-kid-in-world.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2724400827983633104/posts/default/629938637506124163'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2724400827983633104/posts/default/629938637506124163'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://timiemaimai.blogspot.com/2009/05/smartest-kid-in-world.html' title='Smartest Kid in the World...?'/><author><name>Timie Mariz II</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13237909977558465130</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mv5sqNX4dx4/SbG2D-OkBxI/AAAAAAAAAAM/GezFPmU7YSU/S220/Picture+124.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2724400827983633104.post-4273439520161307929</id><published>2009-04-22T19:37:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-22T19:44:34.263+08:00</updated><title type='text'>bad day</title><content type='html'>I don't know, I suddenly felt something's wrong with me that's why I went out. I need to get out of our house or I might have done something really really bad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;F*CK!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;badtrip!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gusto ko mapag-isa, di pwede.&lt;br /&gt;Gusto ko umiyak, di pwede.&lt;br /&gt;Gusto ko tahimik, di pwede.&lt;br /&gt;Gusto ko ok ako sa lahat, di din pwede.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nakakabaliw. Pwedeng mamatay?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2724400827983633104-4273439520161307929?l=timiemaimai.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2724400827983633104/posts/default/4273439520161307929'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2724400827983633104/posts/default/4273439520161307929'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://timiemaimai.blogspot.com/2009/04/bad-day.html' title='bad day'/><author><name>Timie Mariz II</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13237909977558465130</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mv5sqNX4dx4/SbG2D-OkBxI/AAAAAAAAAAM/GezFPmU7YSU/S220/Picture+124.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2724400827983633104.post-4992072997667308901</id><published>2009-04-17T18:41:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-17T18:49:11.884+08:00</updated><title type='text'>MGA WALANG KWENTA!!!</title><content type='html'>*ang post na ito ay tungkol sa pagaresto ng mga pinaghihinalaang pumatay kay Trina Etong (Ted Failon's wife)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P*tanginang mga police yan!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mga walang kwenta!&lt;br /&gt;Grabe sobrang gusto ko na mag-e-mail sa Commission on Human Rights dahil sa ginawang pag-aresto nang sapilitan sa mga kapatid ng namatay at sa mga kailangang imbestigahan. Obstruction of justice? ano dun ang Obstruction of justice?!?! Kinuwelyuhan, pinosasan, kinaladkad! Ai, gago kayo mga letse kayo!!! Sobra!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kung may galit kayo kay Ted Failon, wag nyo ibunton sa kanila ang pamemersonal nyo! mga tae kayo!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ayusin nyo ang mga trabaho nyo!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2724400827983633104-4992072997667308901?l=timiemaimai.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2724400827983633104/posts/default/4992072997667308901'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2724400827983633104/posts/default/4992072997667308901'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://timiemaimai.blogspot.com/2009/04/mga-walang-kwenta.html' title='MGA WALANG KWENTA!!!'/><author><name>Timie Mariz II</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13237909977558465130</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mv5sqNX4dx4/SbG2D-OkBxI/AAAAAAAAAAM/GezFPmU7YSU/S220/Picture+124.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2724400827983633104.post-3282901559675502844</id><published>2009-04-13T11:52:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-13T11:53:04.228+08:00</updated><title type='text'>busy.</title><content type='html'>Been busy playing pet society! argh&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2724400827983633104-3282901559675502844?l=timiemaimai.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2724400827983633104/posts/default/3282901559675502844'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2724400827983633104/posts/default/3282901559675502844'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://timiemaimai.blogspot.com/2009/04/busy.html' title='busy.'/><author><name>Timie Mariz II</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13237909977558465130</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mv5sqNX4dx4/SbG2D-OkBxI/AAAAAAAAAAM/GezFPmU7YSU/S220/Picture+124.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2724400827983633104.post-7995538520772259474</id><published>2009-04-03T02:44:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-17T19:55:27.995+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Get to Know Yourself Better</title><content type='html'>&lt;p style="font-family: harrington; color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Your view on yourself:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);font-family:lucida grande;" id="Label1" &gt;You are down-to-earth and people like you because you are so straightforward. You are an efficient problem solver because you will listen to both sides of an argument before making a decision that usually appeals to both parties.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;p style="font-family: harrington; color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;&lt;b&gt;The type of girlfriend/boyfriend you are looking for:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);font-family:lucida grande;" id="Label2" &gt;You like serious, smart and determined people. You don't judge a book by its cover, so good-looking people aren't necessarily your style. This makes you an attractive person in many people's eyes.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;p style="font-family: harrington; color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Your readiness to commit to a relationship:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);font-family:lucida grande;" id="Label3" &gt;You are ready to commit as soon as you meet the right person. And you believe you will pretty much know as soon as you might that person.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;p style="font-family: harrington; color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;&lt;b&gt;The seriousness of your love:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);font-family:lucida grande;" id="Label4" &gt;Your have very sensible tactics when approaching the opposite sex. In many ways people find your straightforwardness attractive, so you will find yourself with plenty of dates.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;p style="font-family: harrington; color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Your views on education&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);font-family:lucida grande;" id="Label5" &gt;Education is very important in life. You want to study hard and learn as much as you can.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;p style="font-family: harrington; color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;&lt;b&gt;The right job for you:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);font-family:lucida grande;" id="Label6" &gt;You have plenty of dream jobs but have little chance of doing any of them if you don't focus on something in particular. You need to choose something and go for it to be happy and achieve success.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;p style="font-family: harrington; color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;&lt;b&gt;How do you view success:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);font-family:lucida grande;" id="Label7" &gt;You are afraid of failure and scared to have a go at the career you would like to have in case you don't succeed. Don't give up when you haven't yet even started! Be courageous.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;p style="font-family: harrington; color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;&lt;b&gt;What are you most afraid of:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);font-family:lucida grande;" id="Label8" &gt;You are concerned about your image and the way others see you. This means that you try very hard to be accepted by other people. It's time for you to believe in who you are, not what you wear.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;p style="font-family: harrington; color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Who is your true self:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);font-family:lucida grande;" id="Label9" &gt;You are mature, reasonable, honest and give good advice. People ask for your comments on all sorts of different issues. Sometimes you might find yourself in a dilemma when trapped with a problem, which your heart rather than your head needs to solve.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2724400827983633104-7995538520772259474?l=timiemaimai.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2724400827983633104/posts/default/7995538520772259474'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2724400827983633104/posts/default/7995538520772259474'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://timiemaimai.blogspot.com/2009/04/get-to-know-yourself-better.html' title='Get to Know Yourself Better'/><author><name>Timie Mariz II</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13237909977558465130</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mv5sqNX4dx4/SbG2D-OkBxI/AAAAAAAAAAM/GezFPmU7YSU/S220/Picture+124.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2724400827983633104.post-1442381313628565651</id><published>2009-04-03T02:10:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-03T02:30:06.632+08:00</updated><title type='text'>missing you...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;font-family:bradley hand itc;" &gt;"i miss your love,&lt;br /&gt;since you've been gone,&lt;br /&gt;i find it hard to go on."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-family:Goudy Old Style;" &gt;Familiar? Hell yeah! Those are lines from Meja's Missing You. Few words that describe how I feel at this moment. It ain't even half of what is in my heart. Everything seems empty. I miss you so much that I have to cry myself to sleep. We miss you. Ate misses you, mama misses you, kuya misses you, and baby boy misses you. We're looking forward to see you again. I look forward to hold, hug you, and spend time with you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2724400827983633104-1442381313628565651?l=timiemaimai.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2724400827983633104/posts/default/1442381313628565651'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2724400827983633104/posts/default/1442381313628565651'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://timiemaimai.blogspot.com/2009/04/missing-you.html' title='missing you...'/><author><name>Timie Mariz II</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13237909977558465130</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mv5sqNX4dx4/SbG2D-OkBxI/AAAAAAAAAAM/GezFPmU7YSU/S220/Picture+124.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2724400827983633104.post-9005467513281341821</id><published>2009-04-01T16:07:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-01T16:23:47.355+08:00</updated><title type='text'>:(</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;You'll be leaving tomorrow. I'm having a hard time. I don't wanna see you go. I'll be missing you sooo sooo much. You have no idea how grateful I am, my family also, having you live with us. You helped me grow. I can't think of what to do without you here. I'll always remember the way you smile, laugh, frown, everything. I'll miss the way we talk, laugh together. I'll miss the way you hold me, tickle me, hug me. I'll miss our fights, for sure haha. You shall be in my thoughts and in all that I do. Take care, happy trip, God Bless. We love you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2724400827983633104-9005467513281341821?l=timiemaimai.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2724400827983633104/posts/default/9005467513281341821'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2724400827983633104/posts/default/9005467513281341821'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://timiemaimai.blogspot.com/2009/04/blog-post.html' title=':('/><author><name>Timie Mariz II</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13237909977558465130</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mv5sqNX4dx4/SbG2D-OkBxI/AAAAAAAAAAM/GezFPmU7YSU/S220/Picture+124.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2724400827983633104.post-3608688778198949699</id><published>2009-03-31T16:42:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-31T23:39:12.541+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Pet Society Items</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-family:courier new;" &gt;I started re-decorating my house last night since I got new nice items. :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);font-family:courier new;" &gt;I am also open for trading 'coz there are some items that I need to have in some rooms. I will post the list of my &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 102, 102);font-family:courier new;" &gt;999 items&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);font-family:courier new;" &gt; and the ones &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 102, 0);font-family:courier new;" &gt;not found in the shop&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);font-family:courier new;" &gt;. Just leave me a message if you want to trade, ayt? :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;999's (also NIS):&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Antique telephone&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;*Black rocket lava lamp&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Chrome mobile&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Gold royal chandelier&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Love Heart Candle&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;*Love Heart Lava Lamp (2 pcs.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;*Lucky Rug&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;*Nuclear Rug&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Piano&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;*Pink fridge (2 pcs.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Princess Pink Rug&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Royal Dining Table&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;*Squitty&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;*Stainless Steel Toilet&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;Clothes (NIS):&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Apple Hat&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Origami Hat&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;*Musketeer Hat&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;*White Police Hat&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;*Pink Bonnet&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Pretty Eye Glasses&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Sad Sack Shirt&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;*Fauntleroy Jacket&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Shamrock Hairband&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Sad Sack Shirt&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Pink Baby Shirt (ate casey) - not for trading&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Classic Princess Dress&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u style="color: rgb(153, 51, 0);"&gt;Note: Items with &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;*&lt;/span&gt; are open for trading.&lt;/u&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2724400827983633104-3608688778198949699?l=timiemaimai.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2724400827983633104/posts/default/3608688778198949699'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2724400827983633104/posts/default/3608688778198949699'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://timiemaimai.blogspot.com/2009/03/pet-society-items.html' title='Pet Society Items'/><author><name>Timie Mariz II</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13237909977558465130</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mv5sqNX4dx4/SbG2D-OkBxI/AAAAAAAAAAM/GezFPmU7YSU/S220/Picture+124.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2724400827983633104.post-5887935029358739007</id><published>2009-03-30T12:49:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-30T13:05:01.960+08:00</updated><title type='text'>PET SOCIETY</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: courier new; color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;For a month or so, I've been addicted to this game that I always sleep 3-4 o'clock in the morning. Aside from playing, I am also participating in the forums, just recently, wherein I can trade some of my items and even join some posting contests :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new; color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;Here are the forums that I have joined for Pet Society:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: courier new; color: rgb(51, 51, 255);" href="http://forum.playfish.com"&gt;Playfish Forum&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: courier new; color: rgb(51, 51, 255);" href="http://www.lirinini.com/forums/index.php"&gt;Lirinini Forum&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;I got an astronaut helmet by joining the contests and there are more! woot sooo happy!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Pet society is ♥&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2724400827983633104-5887935029358739007?l=timiemaimai.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2724400827983633104/posts/default/5887935029358739007'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2724400827983633104/posts/default/5887935029358739007'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://timiemaimai.blogspot.com/2009/03/pet-society.html' title='PET SOCIETY'/><author><name>Timie Mariz II</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13237909977558465130</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mv5sqNX4dx4/SbG2D-OkBxI/AAAAAAAAAAM/GezFPmU7YSU/S220/Picture+124.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2724400827983633104.post-3482131715772075635</id><published>2009-03-29T13:37:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-29T13:52:17.706+08:00</updated><title type='text'>FREE DOMAIN! :)</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;weeh!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);font-family:berlin sans fb;font-size:100%;"  &gt;I got 1 of  the  2 Free Domains &lt;a href="http://cutedollie.us/"&gt;http://cutedollie.us&lt;/a&gt; is giving away! FREE as in FREEEE!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;I have no experience handling a domain, so this will be the first time. I'll try to make the most out of it. Blog and what-not's, and etc....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(255, 102, 102);font-family:tw cent;" &gt;She said she'll send me the details about the domain tomorrow. so yea, EXCITED!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2724400827983633104-3482131715772075635?l=timiemaimai.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2724400827983633104/posts/default/3482131715772075635'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2724400827983633104/posts/default/3482131715772075635'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://timiemaimai.blogspot.com/2009/03/free-domain.html' title='FREE DOMAIN! :)'/><author><name>Timie Mariz II</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13237909977558465130</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mv5sqNX4dx4/SbG2D-OkBxI/AAAAAAAAAAM/GezFPmU7YSU/S220/Picture+124.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2724400827983633104.post-7607498308882674640</id><published>2009-03-28T12:47:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-28T12:58:32.273+08:00</updated><title type='text'>shoot me!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255); font-weight: bold; font-family: georgia;font-family:courier new;font-size:100%;"  &gt;My heart can't contain the pain I feel inside.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255); font-weight: bold; font-family: georgia;font-family:courier new;font-size:100%;"  &gt;It was a big insult, really.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255); font-weight: bold; font-family: georgia;font-family:courier new;font-size:100%;"  &gt;F%&amp;amp;# $#@!! argh &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255); font-weight: bold;font-family:courier new;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;font-size:100%;" &gt;kill me!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sorry kung wala kaming kayang ibigay!&lt;br /&gt;sorry kung nagiging kawawa ka sa'min.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold; font-family: verdana;font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;"  &gt;matatapos na paghihirap mo! wag ka mag-alala!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255); font-weight: bold;font-family:courier new;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2724400827983633104-7607498308882674640?l=timiemaimai.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2724400827983633104/posts/default/7607498308882674640'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2724400827983633104/posts/default/7607498308882674640'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://timiemaimai.blogspot.com/2009/03/shoot-me.html' title='shoot me!'/><author><name>Timie Mariz II</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13237909977558465130</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mv5sqNX4dx4/SbG2D-OkBxI/AAAAAAAAAAM/GezFPmU7YSU/S220/Picture+124.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2724400827983633104.post-3312437030572239605</id><published>2009-03-26T18:47:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-26T19:04:51.823+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I QUIT!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;In my previous blogs, I talked about blogging the Countdown from Monster Radio, however I decided not to continue doing it 'coz ah, I got, ugh tired..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" href="http://www.thescubasite.com/Scuba-Diving-in-Thailand/scuba-diving-in-thailand" title="scuba diving in Thailand"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.mysmiley.net/imgs/smile/rolleye/rolleye0018.gif" alt="scuba diving in Thailand" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Back to normal, random thoughts... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" href="http://www.thescubasite.com/Scuba-Diving-Forum/" title="scuba diving forum"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.mysmiley.net/imgs/smile/happy/happy0023.gif" alt="scuba diving forum" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Ok, I'll be sharing you a song that has been my LSS since...eversince.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" href="http://www.mysmiley.net/free-party-smiles.php" title="party smileys"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.mysmiley.net/imgs/smile/evilgrin/evilgrin0039.gif" alt="party smileys" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ALMOST LOVER (A Fine Frenzy)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p  style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0); text-align: center;font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Your fingertips across my skin&lt;br /&gt;The palm trees swaying in the wind&lt;br /&gt;Images&lt;br /&gt;You sang me Spanish lullabies&lt;br /&gt;The sweetest sadness in your eyes&lt;br /&gt;Clever trick&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p  style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0); text-align: center;font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Well, I never want to see you unhappy&lt;br /&gt;I thought you'd want the same for me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p  style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0); text-align: center;font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;[Chorus]&lt;br /&gt;Goodbye, my almost lover&lt;br /&gt;Goodbye, my hopeless dream&lt;br /&gt;I'm trying not to think about you&lt;br /&gt;Can't you just let me be?&lt;br /&gt;So long, my luckless romance&lt;br /&gt;My back is turned on you&lt;br /&gt;Should've known you'd bring me heartache&lt;br /&gt;Almost lovers always do&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p  style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0); text-align: center;font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;We walked along a crowded street&lt;br /&gt;You took my hand and danced with me&lt;br /&gt;Images&lt;br /&gt;And when you left, you kissed my lips&lt;br /&gt;You told me you would never, never forget&lt;br /&gt;These images &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p  style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0); text-align: center;font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;No&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p  style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0); text-align: center;font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Well, I'd never want to see you unhappy&lt;br /&gt;I thought you'd want the same for me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p  style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0); text-align: center;font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;[Chorus]&lt;br /&gt;Goodbye, my almost lover&lt;br /&gt;Goodbye, my hopeless dream&lt;br /&gt;I'm trying not to think about you&lt;br /&gt;Can't you just let me be?&lt;br /&gt;So long, my luckless romance&lt;br /&gt;My back is turned on you&lt;br /&gt;Should've known you'd bring me heartache&lt;br /&gt;Almost lovers always do&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p  style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0); text-align: center;font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I cannot go to the ocean&lt;br /&gt;I cannot drive the streets at night&lt;br /&gt;I cannot wake up in the morning&lt;br /&gt;Without you on my mind&lt;br /&gt;So you're gone and I'm haunted&lt;br /&gt;And I bet you are just fine&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p  style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0); text-align: center;font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Did I make it that&lt;br /&gt;Easy to walk right in and out&lt;br /&gt;Of my life?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p  style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0); text-align: center;font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;[Chorus]&lt;br /&gt;Goodbye, my almost lover&lt;br /&gt;Goodbye, my hopeless dream&lt;br /&gt;I'm trying not to think about you&lt;br /&gt;Can't you just let me be?&lt;br /&gt;So long, my luckless romance&lt;br /&gt;My back is turned on you&lt;br /&gt;Should have known you'd bring me heartache&lt;br /&gt;Almost lovers always do&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mp3-codes.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://i47.photobucket.com/albums/f165/alexdale1/mediaplayer-2.swf" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="false" flashvars="&amp;amp;file=http%3A%2F%2Fwww.wrzuta.pl%2Faud%2Ffile%2F7mVpHkXA6m%2FA_Fine_Frenzy-Almost_lover.mp3&amp;amp;height=20&amp;amp;width=277&amp;amp;showeq=true&amp;amp;autostart=true&amp;amp;repeat=always&amp;amp;shuffle=false&amp;amp;volume=100" width="277" height="20"&gt;&lt;/embed&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/2724400827983633104-3312437030572239605?l=timiemaimai.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://timiemaimai.blogspot.com/feeds/3312437030572239605/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://timiemaimai.blogspot.com/2009/03/i-quit.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2724400827983633104/posts/default/3312437030572239605'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2724400827983633104/posts/default/3312437030572239605'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://timiemaimai.blogspot.com/2009/03/i-quit.html' title='I QUIT!'/><author><name>Timie Mariz II</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13237909977558465130</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mv5sqNX4dx4/SbG2D-OkBxI/AAAAAAAAAAM/GezFPmU7YSU/S220/Picture+124.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2724400827983633104.post-6920868815907412492</id><published>2009-03-24T09:02:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-24T09:04:02.153+08:00</updated><title type='text'>sick</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;I hate getting sick.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(204, 153, 51); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Argh.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;My throat's swelling.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;*%#$&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2724400827983633104-6920868815907412492?l=timiemaimai.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2724400827983633104/posts/default/6920868815907412492'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2724400827983633104/posts/default/6920868815907412492'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://timiemaimai.blogspot.com/2009/03/sick.html' title='sick'/><author><name>Timie Mariz II</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13237909977558465130</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mv5sqNX4dx4/SbG2D-OkBxI/AAAAAAAAAAM/GezFPmU7YSU/S220/Picture+124.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2724400827983633104.post-3724272922648376912</id><published>2009-03-23T01:34:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-23T01:58:15.683+08:00</updated><title type='text'>March 06, 2009 Countdown</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Here's the Top 20 Songs from Monster Radio RX 93 Countdown.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 102, 102);font-family:century gothic;font-size:85%;"  &gt;March, 2009&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);font-family:courier new;" &gt;20.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 0);font-family:courier new;" &gt;JUST DANCE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt; - &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:courier new;" &gt;Lady GaGa ft. Colby O'donis and Akon&lt;/span&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);font-family:courier new;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;19.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 0);font-family:courier new;" &gt;MAKE YOU FEEL MY LOVE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt; - &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Adele&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);font-family:courier new;" &gt;18.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:courier new;" &gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 0);font-family:courier new;" &gt;THE FEAR&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt; - &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:courier new;" &gt;Lily Allen&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);font-family:courier new;" &gt;17.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 0);font-family:courier new;" &gt;I CAUGHT MYSELF&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;- &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;em style="font-family: courier new; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Paramore&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);font-family:courier new;" &gt;16.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 0);font-family:courier new;" &gt;TONIGHT&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt; - &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:courier new;" &gt;Jonas Brothers&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);font-family:courier new;" &gt;15.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 0);font-family:courier new;" &gt;CHANGE YOUR MIND &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;- &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Boyce Avenue&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);font-family:courier new;" &gt;14.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 0);font-family:courier new;" &gt;DIVA&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt; - &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Beyonce&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);font-family:courier new;" &gt;13.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 0);font-family:courier new;" &gt;A LITTLE TOO NOT OVER YOU &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;- &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;David Archuleta&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 0);font-family:courier new;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);font-family:courier new;" &gt;12.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 0);font-family:courier new;" &gt;                 &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 0);font-family:courier new;" &gt;MY LIFE WOULD SUCK WITHOUT YOU&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt; - &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Kelly Clarkson&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);font-family:courier new;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;11.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 0);font-family:courier new;" &gt;INSOMNIA&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt; - &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Craig David&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);font-family:courier new;" &gt;10.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 0);font-family:courier new;" &gt;HALO&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt; - &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:courier new;" &gt;Beyonce&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 0);font-family:courier new;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);font-family:courier new;" &gt;9.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 0);font-family:courier new;" &gt;TABI &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Paraluman ft. Raimund Marasigan&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 0);font-family:courier new;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);font-family:courier new;" &gt;8.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;                  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 0);font-family:courier new;" &gt;FEEL THIS &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;- &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Bethany Joy Galleoti ft. Enation&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);font-family:courier new;" &gt;7.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 0);font-family:courier new;" &gt;USE SOMEBODY&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt; - &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Kings of Leon&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);font-family:courier new;" &gt;6.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;                  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 0);font-family:courier new;" &gt;                 CIRCUS &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;- &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Britney Spears&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);font-family:courier new;" &gt;5.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 0);font-family:courier new;" &gt;POKER FACE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; - Lady Gaga&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 0);font-family:courier new;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);font-family:courier new;" &gt;4.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 0);font-family:courier new;" &gt;THINKING OF YOU &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;- &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Katy Perry&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 0);font-family:courier new;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);font-family:courier new;" &gt;3.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;                 &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 0);font-family:courier new;" &gt;BROKEN STRINGS &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;- &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;James Morrison fr. Nelly Furtado&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);font-family:courier new;" &gt;2.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 0);font-family:courier new;" &gt;ANTUKIN &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;- &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Rico Blanco&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);font-family:courier new;" &gt;1.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 0);font-family:courier new;" &gt;LOVE STORY&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt; - &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Taylor Swift&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;here is the playlist! Enjoy! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; margin-left: auto; visibility:visible; margin-right: auto; width:450px;"&gt; &lt;object width="435" height="270" data="http://www.profileplaylist.net/mc/mp3player_new.swf?config=http%3A%2F%2Fwww.indimusic.us%2Fext%2Fpc%2Fconfig_site_noautostart.xml&amp;amp;mywidth=435&amp;amp;myheight=270&amp;amp;playlist_url=http%3A%2F%2Fwww.indimusic.us%2Floadplaylist.php%3Fplaylist%3D61030118%26t%3D1237744628&amp;amp;wid=os"&gt; &lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#e8e8e8"/&gt; &lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.profileplaylist.net/mc/mp3player_new.swf?config=http%3A%2F%2Fwww.indimusic.us%2Fext%2Fpc%2Fconfig_site_noautostart.xml&amp;amp;mywidth=435&amp;amp;myheight=270&amp;amp;playlist_url=http%3A%2F%2Fwww.indimusic.us%2Floadplaylist.php%3Fplaylist%3D61030118%26t%3D1237744628&amp;amp;wid=os"/&gt; &lt;/object&gt; &lt;br/&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.profileplaylist.net"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.profileplaylist.net/mc/images/create_site.jpg" border="0" alt="Get a playlist!"/&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.mysocialgroup.com/standalone/61030118" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.profileplaylist.net/mc/images/launch_site.jpg" border="0" alt="Standalone player"/&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.mysocialgroup.com/download/61030118"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.profileplaylist.net/mc/images/get_site.jpg" border="0" alt="Get Ringtones!"/&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   &lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2724400827983633104-3724272922648376912?l=timiemaimai.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2724400827983633104/posts/default/3724272922648376912'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2724400827983633104/posts/default/3724272922648376912'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://timiemaimai.blogspot.com/2009/03/heres-top-20-songs-from-monster-radio.html' title='March 06, 2009 Countdown'/><author><name>Timie Mariz II</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13237909977558465130</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mv5sqNX4dx4/SbG2D-OkBxI/AAAAAAAAAAM/GezFPmU7YSU/S220/Picture+124.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2724400827983633104.post-5038337394466641675</id><published>2009-03-14T07:30:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-14T09:37:57.523+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='music'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='countdown'/><title type='text'>YEEEY!!! when WORDS fail, MUSIC speaks!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;Starting this week I will be posting the&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt; Top 20 Songs&lt;/span&gt; in &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Monster Radio RX 93.1&lt;/span&gt; &lt;u&gt;Countdown&lt;/u&gt; :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;I am such a fan of that station and I'll keep you updated with the latest chart-toppers. ♥&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Their site doesn't update their charts immediately, so allow me to be 2 weeks late of the countdown.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 102, 102);font-family:century gothic;font-size:85%;"  &gt;February 27, 2009&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);font-family:courier new;" &gt;20.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 0);font-family:courier new;" &gt;DEAD AND GONE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt; - &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:courier new;" &gt;T.I FT. Justin Timberlake&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);font-family:courier new;" &gt;19.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 0);font-family:courier new;" &gt;THE FEAR&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt; - &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:courier new;" &gt;Lily Allen&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);font-family:courier new;" &gt;18.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 0);font-family:courier new;" &gt;I STAY IN LOVE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt; - &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:courier new;" &gt;Mariah Carey&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);font-family:courier new;" &gt;17.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 0);font-family:courier new;" &gt;GIVES YOU HELL&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;- &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;em style="font-family: courier new; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;All American Rejects&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);font-family:courier new;" &gt;16.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 0);font-family:courier new;" &gt;                 DI NA MABABAWI&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt; - &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:courier new;" &gt;Sponge Cola&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);font-family:courier new;" &gt;15.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;                  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 0);font-family:courier new;" &gt;TONIGHT &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;- &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Jonas Brothers&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);font-family:courier new;" &gt;14.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 0);font-family:courier new;" &gt;                 FREEZE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt; - &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;T-Pain ft. Chris Brown&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);font-family:courier new;" &gt;13.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 0);font-family:courier new;" &gt;MAKE YOU FEEL MY LOVE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt; - &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Adele&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);font-family:courier new;" &gt;12.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 0);font-family:courier new;" &gt;                 TABI &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);font-family:courier new;" &gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Paraluman ft. Raimund Marasigan&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);font-family:courier new;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;11.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 0);font-family:courier new;" &gt;INSOMNIA&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt; - &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Craig David&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);font-family:courier new;" &gt;10.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 0);font-family:courier new;" &gt;JUST DANCE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt; - &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Lady Gaga ft. Colby O'donis &amp;amp; Akon&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);font-family:courier new;" &gt;9.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 0);font-family:courier new;" &gt;A LITTLE TOO NOT OVER YOU &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;- &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;David Archuleta&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);font-family:courier new;" &gt;8.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;                  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 0);font-family:courier new;" &gt;FEEL THIS &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;- &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Bethany Joy Galleoti ft. Enation&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);font-family:courier new;" &gt;7.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 0);font-family:courier new;" &gt;                 CIRCUS &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;- &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Britney Spears&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);font-family:courier new;" &gt;6.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;                  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 0);font-family:courier new;" &gt;THINKING OF YOU &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;- &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Katy Perry&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);font-family:courier new;" &gt;5.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 0);font-family:courier new;" &gt;MY LIFE WOULD SUCK WITHOUT YOU&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt; - &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Kelly Clarkson&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);font-family:courier new;" &gt;4.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 0);font-family:courier new;" &gt;USE SOMEBODY&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt; - &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Kings of Leon&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);font-family:courier new;" &gt;3.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 0);font-family:courier new;" &gt;ANTUKIN &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;- &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Rico Blanco&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);font-family:courier new;" &gt;2.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;                  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 0);font-family:courier new;" &gt;BROKEN STRINGS &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;- &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;James Morrison fr. Nelly Furtado&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);font-family:courier new;" &gt;1.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 0);font-family:courier new;" &gt;LOVE STORY&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt; - &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Taylor Swift&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;here is the playlist! Enjoy! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; margin-left: auto; visibility:visible; margin-right: auto; width:450px;"&gt; &lt;object width="435" height="270" data="http://www.profileplaylist.net/mc/mp3player_new.swf?config=http%3A%2F%2Fwww.indimusic.us%2Fext%2Fpc%2Fconfig_black_noautostart.xml&amp;amp;mywidth=435&amp;amp;myheight=270&amp;amp;playlist_url=http%3A%2F%2Fwww.indimusic.us%2Floadplaylist.php%3Fplaylist%3D57610136%26t%3D1236994340&amp;amp;wid=os"&gt; &lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#e8e8e8"/&gt; &lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.profileplaylist.net/mc/mp3player_new.swf?config=http%3A%2F%2Fwww.indimusic.us%2Fext%2Fpc%2Fconfig_black_noautostart.xml&amp;amp;mywidth=435&amp;amp;myheight=270&amp;amp;playlist_url=http%3A%2F%2Fwww.indimusic.us%2Floadplaylist.php%3Fplaylist%3D57610136%26t%3D1236994340&amp;amp;wid=os"/&gt; &lt;/object&gt; &lt;br/&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.profileplaylist.net"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.profileplaylist.net/mc/images/create_black.jpg" border="0" alt="Get a playlist!"/&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.mysocialgroup.com/standalone/57610136" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.profileplaylist.net/mc/images/launch_black.jpg" border="0" alt="Standalone player"/&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.mysocialgroup.com/download/57610136"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.profileplaylist.net/mc/images/get_black.jpg" border="0" alt="Get Ringtones!"/&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2724400827983633104-5038337394466641675?l=timiemaimai.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2724400827983633104/posts/default/5038337394466641675'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2724400827983633104/posts/default/5038337394466641675'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://timiemaimai.blogspot.com/2009/03/yeeey-when-words-fail-music-speaks.html' title='YEEEY!!! when WORDS fail, MUSIC speaks!'/><author><name>Timie Mariz II</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13237909977558465130</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mv5sqNX4dx4/SbG2D-OkBxI/AAAAAAAAAAM/GezFPmU7YSU/S220/Picture+124.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2724400827983633104.post-1594056906545455001</id><published>2009-03-13T03:02:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-13T03:03:33.881+08:00</updated><title type='text'>sleepless</title><content type='html'>It's going to be another sleepless night for me.&lt;br /&gt;I'm tired of this.&lt;br /&gt;but I can't help it.&lt;br /&gt;I can't sleep. :(&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2724400827983633104-1594056906545455001?l=timiemaimai.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2724400827983633104/posts/default/1594056906545455001'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2724400827983633104/posts/default/1594056906545455001'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://timiemaimai.blogspot.com/2009/03/sleepless.html' title='sleepless'/><author><name>Timie Mariz II</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13237909977558465130</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mv5sqNX4dx4/SbG2D-OkBxI/AAAAAAAAAAM/GezFPmU7YSU/S220/Picture+124.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2724400827983633104.post-4213314080131494836</id><published>2009-03-12T01:22:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-12T01:38:48.939+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sad'/><title type='text'>keeping up...?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"  &gt;I am too difficult to keep up with. &lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 51, 204); font-weight: bold;font-family:courier new;" &gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 51, 204); font-weight: bold;font-family:courier new;" &gt;I can't even keep up with myself. :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;why do I get to hurt,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt; why am I the one crying,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 51, 255);"&gt; why can't I figure out what's wrong with me?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 51, 204); font-weight: bold;font-family:courier new;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2724400827983633104-4213314080131494836?l=timiemaimai.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2724400827983633104/posts/default/4213314080131494836'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2724400827983633104/posts/default/4213314080131494836'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://timiemaimai.blogspot.com/2009/03/keeping-up.html' title='keeping up...?'/><author><name>Timie Mariz II</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13237909977558465130</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mv5sqNX4dx4/SbG2D-OkBxI/AAAAAAAAAAM/GezFPmU7YSU/S220/Picture+124.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2724400827983633104.post-4338984955368122264</id><published>2009-03-05T23:55:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-05T23:56:26.539+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='confused'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sad'/><title type='text'>confused mind :(</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;*sigh*&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;i don't know what to do. i don't know what I'm gonna say here.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;i want to let it out, but i don't even know what i exactly feel right now.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Really, I feel all fcuked up. I'm failing. I am wasted.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;I am confused and lost,&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;but i'm trying so hard to get into that brighter side which reflects my wishes, my hopes, where the sunshine lasts longer.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Very often, I wonder where I’m in my life right now and how different it is to what I wanted it to be.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2724400827983633104-4338984955368122264?l=timiemaimai.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://timiemaimai.blogspot.com/feeds/4338984955368122264/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://timiemaimai.blogspot.com/2009/03/confused-mind.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2724400827983633104/posts/default/4338984955368122264'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2724400827983633104/posts/default/4338984955368122264'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://timiemaimai.blogspot.com/2009/03/confused-mind.html' title='confused mind :('/><author><name>Timie Mariz II</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13237909977558465130</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mv5sqNX4dx4/SbG2D-OkBxI/AAAAAAAAAAM/GezFPmU7YSU/S220/Picture+124.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2724400827983633104.post-7063397653938014858</id><published>2008-10-28T14:34:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-28T18:34:34.668+08:00</updated><title type='text'>wi-fi oh yeah!</title><content type='html'>finally!&lt;br /&gt;after a month of tinkering the settings and stuff of my phone to connect to the wi-fi here in our dorm, I can now surf the internet without going outside and pay for a pc rent. :)&lt;!-- multiply:no_crosspost --&gt;&lt;p class='multiply:no_crosspost'&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2724400827983633104-7063397653938014858?l=timiemaimai.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://timiemaimai.blogspot.com/feeds/7063397653938014858/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://timiemaimai.blogspot.com/2008/10/wi-fi-oh-yeah.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2724400827983633104/posts/default/7063397653938014858'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2724400827983633104/posts/default/7063397653938014858'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://timiemaimai.blogspot.com/2008/10/wi-fi-oh-yeah.html' title='wi-fi oh yeah!'/><author><name>Timie Mariz II</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13237909977558465130</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mv5sqNX4dx4/SbG2D-OkBxI/AAAAAAAAAAM/GezFPmU7YSU/S220/Picture+124.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2724400827983633104.post-3342853758152610113</id><published>2008-09-05T03:41:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-05T07:41:44.306+08:00</updated><title type='text'>LEGAL! FINALLY!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: courier new,courier;"&gt;I'm happy I reach this age...with so many people in my life....my fam, friends...and of course, GOD...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: courier new,courier;"&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: courier new,courier;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new,courier;"&gt;I'm so thankful...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: courier new,courier;"&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: courier new,courier;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new,courier;"&gt;Actually, di ko alam anu talaga sasabihin dito..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: courier new,courier;"&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: courier new,courier;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new,courier;"&gt;basta, salamat sa lahat ng patuloy na sumusubaybay sa akin..lol&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: courier new,courier;"&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: courier new,courier;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;font-weight: bold;color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;font size="5"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new,courier;"&gt;THANK YOU!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: courier new,courier;"&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;font style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);" size="5"&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: courier new,courier;font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;font style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);" size="5"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new,courier;font-weight: bold;"&gt;ILOVEYOU ALL!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida sans unicode,lucida;"&gt;ps: di ako active ngayon dahil busy sa work...training..argh..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br&gt;   &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;!-- multiply:no_crosspost --&gt;&lt;p class='multiply:no_crosspost'&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2724400827983633104-3342853758152610113?l=timiemaimai.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://timiemaimai.blogspot.com/feeds/3342853758152610113/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://timiemaimai.blogspot.com/2008/09/legal-finally.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2724400827983633104/posts/default/3342853758152610113'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2724400827983633104/posts/default/3342853758152610113'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://timiemaimai.blogspot.com/2008/09/legal-finally.html' title='LEGAL! FINALLY!!!'/><author><name>Timie Mariz II</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13237909977558465130</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mv5sqNX4dx4/SbG2D-OkBxI/AAAAAAAAAAM/GezFPmU7YSU/S220/Picture+124.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2724400827983633104.post-5007188902497417256</id><published>2008-05-21T06:56:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-21T10:56:13.961+08:00</updated><title type='text'>reply sa comments nyo....hehehe</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: courier new,courier; "&gt;&lt;font style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153); " size="5"&gt;MARENG SHEENA:&lt;br&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255); font-family: lucida sans unicode,lucida; "&gt;miss you too...anu na balita?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255); font-family: lucida sans unicode,lucida; "&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255); font-family: lucida sans unicode,lucida; "&gt;lintek na, kinakarir ko pag-aaral ngayon eh...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255); font-family: lucida sans unicode,lucida; "&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255); font-family: lucida sans unicode,lucida; "&gt;bumaba average ko from 1st year 1st sem. hanggang nung last sem...&lt;/span&gt; &lt;img src="http://images.multiply.com/common/smiles/sad.png"&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/br&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/br&gt;&lt;/br&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br&gt;HUNNUH KIMI (haha):&lt;br&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255); font-family: lucida sans unicode,lucida; "&gt;i think we have to talk...=/&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255); font-family: lucida sans unicode,lucida; "&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255); font-family: lucida sans unicode,lucida; "&gt;amaw ka!! gwapa kaayo ta!!! hahaha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/br&gt;&lt;/br&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br&gt;ATE HOPAIPAI&lt;br&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255); font-family: lucida sans unicode,lucida; "&gt;ate hopaipai..mishunasobra!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255); font-family: lucida sans unicode,lucida; "&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255); font-family: lucida sans unicode,lucida; "&gt;anu na bago sayo?=(&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255); font-family: lucida sans unicode,lucida; "&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255); font-family: lucida sans unicode,lucida; "&gt;yun pa rin ba number mo te?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.multiply.com/common/smiles/cry.png"&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/br&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/br&gt;&lt;/br&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br&gt;PARENG LAEL&lt;br&gt;&lt;font style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255); font-family: lucida sans unicode,lucida; " size="3"&gt;pare!!! shet!!! itxt mo kaya ako nang malibre mo na ako!!! haha&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;ANAKIS JEI&lt;br&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255); font-family: lucida sans unicode,lucida; "&gt;nak..mish ko kayo lahat!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255); font-family: lucida sans unicode,lucida; "&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255); font-family: lucida sans unicode,lucida; "&gt;sana magkita tayo pagpunta ko manila... =)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/br&gt;&lt;/br&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/br&gt;&lt;/br&gt;&lt;/br&gt;&lt;/br&gt;&lt;/br&gt;&lt;/br&gt;&lt;/br&gt;&lt;/br&gt;&lt;/br&gt;&lt;/br&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;!-- multiply:no_crosspost --&gt;&lt;p class='multiply:no_crosspost'&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2724400827983633104-5007188902497417256?l=timiemaimai.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://timiemaimai.blogspot.com/feeds/5007188902497417256/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://timiemaimai.blogspot.com/2008/05/reply-sa-comments-nyohehehe.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2724400827983633104/posts/default/5007188902497417256'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2724400827983633104/posts/default/5007188902497417256'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://timiemaimai.blogspot.com/2008/05/reply-sa-comments-nyohehehe.html' title='reply sa comments nyo....hehehe'/><author><name>Timie Mariz II</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13237909977558465130</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mv5sqNX4dx4/SbG2D-OkBxI/AAAAAAAAAAM/GezFPmU7YSU/S220/Picture+124.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2724400827983633104.post-8478404209131345339</id><published>2008-05-07T02:25:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-07T06:26:00.033+08:00</updated><title type='text'>effin' busy....</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;font style="font-family: lucida sans unicode,lucida;" size="3"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;i have been so silent lately...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;it's all because i have a lot of schoolwork to do....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;i'm missing my ym convo's with the crew, with my close friends, with my bestfriend and with Tin...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;i can't even text them...=/&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;it makes me sad...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;*sigh*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;i miss you guys.....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;i love you.....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;TANDAAN NYO YAN!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;!-- multiply:no_crosspost --&gt;&lt;p class='multiply:no_crosspost'&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2724400827983633104-8478404209131345339?l=timiemaimai.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://timiemaimai.blogspot.com/feeds/8478404209131345339/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://timiemaimai.blogspot.com/2008/05/effin-busy.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2724400827983633104/posts/default/8478404209131345339'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2724400827983633104/posts/default/8478404209131345339'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://timiemaimai.blogspot.com/2008/05/effin-busy.html' title='effin&amp;#39; busy....'/><author><name>Timie Mariz II</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13237909977558465130</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mv5sqNX4dx4/SbG2D-OkBxI/AAAAAAAAAAM/GezFPmU7YSU/S220/Picture+124.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2724400827983633104.post-4123721537846223606</id><published>2008-04-16T17:50:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-16T21:50:59.146+08:00</updated><title type='text'>tagged by GIA :)</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;font style="font-family: ms gothic,gothic;" size="3"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Gia wants 10 Y's..&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;font style="font-family: ms gothic,gothic;" size="3"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;1. YOU - my one and only --- (pne)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;font style="font-family: ms gothic,gothic;" size="3"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;2. yabang - meron ako nyan minsan...hehe&lt;br&gt;3. yoyo - i have always loved watching kids playing their yoyos....hanggang tingin lang ako..&lt;br&gt;4. YM - syempre...pangkonek with friends in a faster way..hehe&lt;br&gt;5. yuck! - walang kupas na expression ko....&lt;br&gt;6. yellowpaper - palagi akong merong isang pad nyan...estudyante talaga..hehe&lt;br&gt;7. Yamama - food na paborito ko bilhin sa canteen...&lt;br&gt;8. yes!!! - pag walang pasok..hehe&lt;br&gt;9. Yin Yang - ang nag-iisang Chinese symbol na alam ko..haha&lt;br&gt;10. yellowcab!!! - *drools*&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;font style="font-family: ms gothic,gothic;" size="3"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;!-- multiply:no_crosspost --&gt;&lt;p class='multiply:no_crosspost'&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2724400827983633104-4123721537846223606?l=timiemaimai.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://timiemaimai.blogspot.com/feeds/4123721537846223606/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://timiemaimai.blogspot.com/2008/04/tagged-by-gia.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2724400827983633104/posts/default/4123721537846223606'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2724400827983633104/posts/default/4123721537846223606'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://timiemaimai.blogspot.com/2008/04/tagged-by-gia.html' title='tagged by GIA :)'/><author><name>Timie Mariz II</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13237909977558465130</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mv5sqNX4dx4/SbG2D-OkBxI/AAAAAAAAAAM/GezFPmU7YSU/S220/Picture+124.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2724400827983633104.post-525745938063612219</id><published>2008-04-15T05:59:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-15T09:59:38.481+08:00</updated><title type='text'>i've been TAGGED!!!! by sheena</title><content type='html'>  1. Each blogger starts with ten random facts/habits about themselves.&lt;br&gt;2. Bloggers that are tagged need to write on their own blog about their ten things and post these rules.&lt;br&gt;3. At the end of your blog, you need to choose ten people to get tagged and list their names.&lt;br&gt;4. Don't forget to leave them a comment telling them they're tagged, and to read your blog.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;_____________________________________&lt;br&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new,courier; color: rgb(255, 204, 0);"&gt;1. i haven't been eating the required amount of rice per day for uhmmm....a year already....hehe&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: courier new,courier; color: rgb(255, 204, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new,courier; color: rgb(255, 204, 0);"&gt;2. I was a valedictorian in grade school...and was not included in the top 10 in high school...haha [parang positive and kasunod eh..haha]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: courier new,courier; color: rgb(255, 204, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new,courier; color: rgb(255, 204, 0);"&gt;3. I'm not good in any sports.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: courier new,courier; color: rgb(255, 204, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new,courier; color: rgb(255, 204, 0);"&gt;4. Bulimic?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: courier new,courier; color: rgb(255, 204, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new,courier; color: rgb(255, 204, 0);"&gt;5. I have selected friends..I'm not picky though...lol&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: courier new,courier; color: rgb(255, 204, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new,courier; color: rgb(255, 204, 0);"&gt;6. I'm relearning CSS/HTML...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: courier new,courier; color: rgb(255, 204, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new,courier; color: rgb(255, 204, 0);"&gt;7. I am always craving for blueberry cheesecake...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: courier new,courier; color: rgb(255, 204, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new,courier; color: rgb(255, 204, 0);"&gt;8. I love being alone...haha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: courier new,courier; color: rgb(255, 204, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new,courier; color: rgb(255, 204, 0);"&gt;9. I was once a mama's girl..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;font style="font-family: lucida sans unicode,lucida;" size="3"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;10. I am Tin's property... =)&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 204, 204); font-family: ms mincho,mincho;"&gt;wala na akong itatag...na-tag na lahat eh..haha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/font&gt;  &lt;!-- multiply:no_crosspost --&gt;&lt;p class='multiply:no_crosspost'&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2724400827983633104-525745938063612219?l=timiemaimai.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://timiemaimai.blogspot.com/feeds/525745938063612219/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://timiemaimai.blogspot.com/2008/04/i-been-tagged-by-sheena.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2724400827983633104/posts/default/525745938063612219'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2724400827983633104/posts/default/525745938063612219'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://timiemaimai.blogspot.com/2008/04/i-been-tagged-by-sheena.html' title='i&amp;#39;ve been TAGGED!!!! by sheena'/><author><name>Timie Mariz II</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13237909977558465130</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mv5sqNX4dx4/SbG2D-OkBxI/AAAAAAAAAAM/GezFPmU7YSU/S220/Picture+124.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2724400827983633104.post-6104823573826975590</id><published>2008-04-11T20:08:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-12T00:08:50.103+08:00</updated><title type='text'>surbei - copied from gia...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: lucida sans unicode,lucida; color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt; [one] are you bi?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: lucida sans unicode,lucida; color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida sans unicode,lucida; color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;yeppie..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: lucida sans unicode,lucida; color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: lucida sans unicode,lucida; color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida sans unicode,lucida; color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;[two] where is your default picture taken?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: lucida sans unicode,lucida; color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida sans unicode,lucida; color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;church...(my sister's wedding)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: lucida sans unicode,lucida; color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: lucida sans unicode,lucida; color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida sans unicode,lucida; color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;[three] what's your middle name?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: lucida sans unicode,lucida; color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida sans unicode,lucida; color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;villarba&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: lucida sans unicode,lucida; color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: lucida sans unicode,lucida; color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida sans unicode,lucida; color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;[four] Do you have a crush?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: lucida sans unicode,lucida; color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida sans unicode,lucida; color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;yeah...suuupppeeerrrduuupppeeerrr crush... =)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: lucida sans unicode,lucida; color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: lucida sans unicode,lucida; color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida sans unicode,lucida; color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;[five] does your crush like you back?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: lucida sans unicode,lucida; color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida sans unicode,lucida; color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;she loves me too...:)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: lucida sans unicode,lucida; color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: lucida sans unicode,lucida; color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida sans unicode,lucida; color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;[six] what is your current mood?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: lucida sans unicode,lucida; color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida sans unicode,lucida; color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;i'm sick...and quite sad...?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: lucida sans unicode,lucida; color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: lucida sans unicode,lucida; color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida sans unicode,lucida; color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;[seven] do you like the hills?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: lucida sans unicode,lucida; color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida sans unicode,lucida; color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;is that a tv show...? errr....i don't give a damn...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: lucida sans unicode,lucida; color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: lucida sans unicode,lucida; color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida sans unicode,lucida; color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;[eight] what makes you happy?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: lucida sans unicode,lucida; color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida sans unicode,lucida; color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;as in happy??? yung super happy tlga? makasama si Tin..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: lucida sans unicode,lucida; color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: lucida sans unicode,lucida; color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida sans unicode,lucida; color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;[nine] look at a picture/poster in your room, who's on it ?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: lucida sans unicode,lucida; color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida sans unicode,lucida; color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;wala..pampadumi daw un ng room..haha :))&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: lucida sans unicode,lucida; color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: lucida sans unicode,lucida; color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida sans unicode,lucida; color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;[ten] three wishes!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: lucida sans unicode,lucida; color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida sans unicode,lucida; color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;sakin na lang un. :))&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: lucida sans unicode,lucida; color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: lucida sans unicode,lucida; color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida sans unicode,lucida; color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;[eleven] if you must be an animal for one day, what would you be?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: lucida sans unicode,lucida; color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida sans unicode,lucida; color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;errrr...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: lucida sans unicode,lucida; color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: lucida sans unicode,lucida; color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida sans unicode,lucida; color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;[twelve] what was your near death experience?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: lucida sans unicode,lucida; color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida sans unicode,lucida; color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;laslas, sagasa, banggaan ng sasakyan, lunod sa dagat...haha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: lucida sans unicode,lucida; color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: lucida sans unicode,lucida; color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida sans unicode,lucida; color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;[fourteen] the song stuck in your head?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: lucida sans unicode,lucida; color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida sans unicode,lucida; color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;cat and mouse :))&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: lucida sans unicode,lucida; color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: lucida sans unicode,lucida; color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida sans unicode,lucida; color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;[fifteen] what is your desktop background?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: lucida sans unicode,lucida; color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida sans unicode,lucida; color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;sis and bro&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: lucida sans unicode,lucida; color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: lucida sans unicode,lucida; color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida sans unicode,lucida; color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;[sixteen] what are you wearing?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: lucida sans unicode,lucida; color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida sans unicode,lucida; color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;shirt. shorts.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: lucida sans unicode,lucida; color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: lucida sans unicode,lucida; color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida sans unicode,lucida; color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;[seventeen]when was the last time you cried?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: lucida sans unicode,lucida; color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida sans unicode,lucida; color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;kanina. - ako din! haha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: lucida sans unicode,lucida; color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: lucida sans unicode,lucida; color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida sans unicode,lucida; color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;[eighteen] have you ever sang in front of a large audience?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: lucida sans unicode,lucida; color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida sans unicode,lucida; color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;yea...grade 4..?haha choral competition..langya.:))&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: lucida sans unicode,lucida; color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: lucida sans unicode,lucida; color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida sans unicode,lucida; color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;[nineteen] if you could have a super powers what would they be?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: lucida sans unicode,lucida; color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida sans unicode,lucida; color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;invisibility (cloak? haha sooo HP), mind-reading, teleporting, kung pwede lahat ng powers eh..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: lucida sans unicode,lucida; color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: lucida sans unicode,lucida; color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida sans unicode,lucida; color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;[twenty] what are first things you notice about the opposite sex?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: lucida sans unicode,lucida; color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida sans unicode,lucida; color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;ewan haha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: lucida sans unicode,lucida; color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: lucida sans unicode,lucida; color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida sans unicode,lucida; color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;[twenty-one] what do you usually order from Starbucks?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: lucida sans unicode,lucida; color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida sans unicode,lucida; color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;choco frappe, sanzrival... :))&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: lucida sans unicode,lucida; color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: lucida sans unicode,lucida; color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida sans unicode,lucida; color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;[twenty-two] what's your biggest secret?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: lucida sans unicode,lucida; color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida sans unicode,lucida; color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;secret nga eh&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: lucida sans unicode,lucida; color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: lucida sans unicode,lucida; color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida sans unicode,lucida; color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;[twenty-three] favorite color(s)?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: lucida sans unicode,lucida; color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida sans unicode,lucida; color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;black green blue white pastel colors :)))&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: lucida sans unicode,lucida; color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: lucida sans unicode,lucida; color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida sans unicode,lucida; color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;[twenty four] Favorite youtube video?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: lucida sans unicode,lucida; color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida sans unicode,lucida; color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;iisa-isahin ko muna... =))&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: lucida sans unicode,lucida; color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: lucida sans unicode,lucida; color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida sans unicode,lucida; color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;[twenty-five] do you still watch kiddy movies or TV shows?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: lucida sans unicode,lucida; color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida sans unicode,lucida; color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;nope :))&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: lucida sans unicode,lucida; color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: lucida sans unicode,lucida; color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida sans unicode,lucida; color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;[twenty-six] what are you eating or drinking at the moment?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: lucida sans unicode,lucida; color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida sans unicode,lucida; color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;water. :))&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: lucida sans unicode,lucida; color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: lucida sans unicode,lucida; color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida sans unicode,lucida; color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;[twenty-seven] Last make out?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: lucida sans unicode,lucida; color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida sans unicode,lucida; color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;wala.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: lucida sans unicode,lucida; color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: lucida sans unicode,lucida; color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida sans unicode,lucida; color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;[twenty-eight] what's your favorite smell?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: lucida sans unicode,lucida; color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida sans unicode,lucida; color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;amoy ni Tin... ;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: lucida sans unicode,lucida; color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: lucida sans unicode,lucida; color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida sans unicode,lucida; color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;[twenty-nine] if you could describe your life in one word what would it be?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: lucida sans unicode,lucida; color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida sans unicode,lucida; color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;indescribable&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: lucida sans unicode,lucida; color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: lucida sans unicode,lucida; color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida sans unicode,lucida; color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;[thirty] when was the last time you received a hug?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: lucida sans unicode,lucida; color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida sans unicode,lucida; color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;last february....?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: lucida sans unicode,lucida; color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: lucida sans unicode,lucida; color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida sans unicode,lucida; color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;[thirty-one] have you ever kissed in the rain?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: lucida sans unicode,lucida; color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida sans unicode,lucida; color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;soon...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: lucida sans unicode,lucida; color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: lucida sans unicode,lucida; color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida sans unicode,lucida; color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;[thirty-two] what/who are you thinking about right now?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: lucida sans unicode,lucida; color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida sans unicode,lucida; color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;us&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: lucida sans unicode,lucida; color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: lucida sans unicode,lucida; color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida sans unicode,lucida; color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;[thirty-three] what should you be doing?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: lucida sans unicode,lucida; color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida sans unicode,lucida; color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;idk....i'm kinda lost&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: lucida sans unicode,lucida; color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: lucida sans unicode,lucida; color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida sans unicode,lucida; color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;[thirty-four] who/what was the last thing to make you mad/angry?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: lucida sans unicode,lucida; color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida sans unicode,lucida; color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;optus!!! and smart!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: lucida sans unicode,lucida; color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: lucida sans unicode,lucida; color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida sans unicode,lucida; color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;[thirty-five] how often do you laugh?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: lucida sans unicode,lucida; color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida sans unicode,lucida; color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;i barely laugh....once a day...hahaha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: lucida sans unicode,lucida; color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: lucida sans unicode,lucida; color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida sans unicode,lucida; color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;[thirty-six] do you like working in the yard?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: lucida sans unicode,lucida; color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida sans unicode,lucida; color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;wala nga kami nyan eh..haha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: lucida sans unicode,lucida; color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: lucida sans unicode,lucida; color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida sans unicode,lucida; color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;[thirty-seven] Last person did you talk to?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: lucida sans unicode,lucida; color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida sans unicode,lucida; color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;mama&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: lucida sans unicode,lucida; color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: lucida sans unicode,lucida; color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida sans unicode,lucida; color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;[thirty-eight] Do you act differently around your crush/significant other?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: lucida sans unicode,lucida; color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida sans unicode,lucida; color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;nope..sa una hiya-hiya talaga yan..pero ako, walangya eh..haha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: lucida sans unicode,lucida; color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: lucida sans unicode,lucida; color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida sans unicode,lucida; color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;[thirty-nine] name songs that remind you of an ex?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: lucida sans unicode,lucida; color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida sans unicode,lucida; color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;barney song..?haha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: lucida sans unicode,lucida; color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: lucida sans unicode,lucida; color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida sans unicode,lucida; color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;[forty] who was the last person to make you cry?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: lucida sans unicode,lucida; color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida sans unicode,lucida; color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;i love you...:)&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;!-- multiply:no_crosspost --&gt;&lt;p class='multiply:no_crosspost'&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2724400827983633104-6104823573826975590?l=timiemaimai.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://timiemaimai.blogspot.com/feeds/6104823573826975590/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://timiemaimai.blogspot.com/2008/04/surbei-copied-from-gia.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2724400827983633104/posts/default/6104823573826975590'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2724400827983633104/posts/default/6104823573826975590'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://timiemaimai.blogspot.com/2008/04/surbei-copied-from-gia.html' title='surbei - copied from gia...'/><author><name>Timie Mariz II</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13237909977558465130</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mv5sqNX4dx4/SbG2D-OkBxI/AAAAAAAAAAM/GezFPmU7YSU/S220/Picture+124.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2724400827983633104.post-8916636592692950808</id><published>2008-04-11T06:32:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-11T10:32:30.421+08:00</updated><title type='text'>:'(</title><content type='html'>the title says it all  &lt;!-- multiply:no_crosspost --&gt;&lt;p class='multiply:no_crosspost'&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2724400827983633104-8916636592692950808?l=timiemaimai.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://timiemaimai.blogspot.com/feeds/8916636592692950808/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://timiemaimai.blogspot.com/2008/04/blog-post.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2724400827983633104/posts/default/8916636592692950808'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2724400827983633104/posts/default/8916636592692950808'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://timiemaimai.blogspot.com/2008/04/blog-post.html' title=':&amp;#39;('/><author><name>Timie Mariz II</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13237909977558465130</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mv5sqNX4dx4/SbG2D-OkBxI/AAAAAAAAAAM/GezFPmU7YSU/S220/Picture+124.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2724400827983633104.post-3345862162463073104</id><published>2008-04-06T20:49:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-07T00:49:08.290+08:00</updated><title type='text'>screwed up...not..screwed up...not...!?!?!?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-family: Verdana;"&gt;we create conflict with other people because of how we live our lives.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;&lt;font style="font-family: georgia,times new roman,times,serif;" size="3"&gt;we create a new world with the paths we take..&lt;/font&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida sans unicode,lucida;"&gt;we take simple turns in a direction (towards our future) that will never ever exist with the people around you, just because (unconsciously???) you take the different route.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255); font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;We do our own thing. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0); font-weight: bold; font-family: lucida sans unicode,lucida;"&gt;We deny ourselves something that could possibly be so much more utopian, and we destroy it before it even gets a chance at life.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204); font-family: trebuchet ms; font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;font size="5"&gt;Maybe they were never meant to be, maybe we went the way we did because we were supposed to - - - all things happen for a reason.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0); font-family: lucida sans unicode,lucida;"&gt;After everything, in this world we've developed, there is no such thing as an absolute.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102); font-family: trebuchet ms; font-weight: bold;"&gt;We are catapulted into this cycle without choice no matter how long and how hard it takes you to choose what to do and where to go....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;!-- multiply:no_crosspost --&gt;&lt;p class='multiply:no_crosspost'&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2724400827983633104-3345862162463073104?l=timiemaimai.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://timiemaimai.blogspot.com/feeds/3345862162463073104/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://timiemaimai.blogspot.com/2008/04/screwed-upnotscrewed-upnot.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2724400827983633104/posts/default/3345862162463073104'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2724400827983633104/posts/default/3345862162463073104'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://timiemaimai.blogspot.com/2008/04/screwed-upnotscrewed-upnot.html' title='screwed up...not..screwed up...not...!?!?!?'/><author><name>Timie Mariz II</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13237909977558465130</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mv5sqNX4dx4/SbG2D-OkBxI/AAAAAAAAAAM/GezFPmU7YSU/S220/Picture+124.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2724400827983633104.post-1127409988747471967</id><published>2008-04-04T18:17:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-04T22:17:45.612+08:00</updated><title type='text'>just a day....just an ordinary day....still sick...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;missing someone....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;health issues...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;family issues...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;jobless...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;money problem....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;school BUKOL!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;&lt;br style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;and just when you thought something would happen, then it didn't...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;&lt;br style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;&lt;font style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);" size="3"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida sans unicode,lucida;"&gt;couldn't i be more sick....?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;!-- multiply:no_crosspost --&gt;&lt;p class='multiply:no_crosspost'&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2724400827983633104-1127409988747471967?l=timiemaimai.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://timiemaimai.blogspot.com/feeds/1127409988747471967/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://timiemaimai.blogspot.com/2008/04/just-dayjust-ordinary-daystill-sick.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2724400827983633104/posts/default/1127409988747471967'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2724400827983633104/posts/default/1127409988747471967'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://timiemaimai.blogspot.com/2008/04/just-dayjust-ordinary-daystill-sick.html' title='just a day....just an ordinary day....still sick...'/><author><name>Timie Mariz II</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13237909977558465130</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mv5sqNX4dx4/SbG2D-OkBxI/AAAAAAAAAAM/GezFPmU7YSU/S220/Picture+124.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2724400827983633104.post-4532447502118141250</id><published>2008-03-27T22:45:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-28T02:45:25.495+08:00</updated><title type='text'>have you ever?</title><content type='html'>Generally, i'm happy...thanks Pa...:)&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;i jus can't hide from sadness...epal kasi sya eh...&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Have you ever felt confused, tired, frustrated and just want to be held? Not by just anyone, but the one you care about? Being Tin for me. &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Have you ever felt like you wanted to cry, but couldn't cause that'd mean all your friends would know you had been crying? Or anyone in your family, because you're afraid to show that you have been crying?&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Have you ever felt angry at yourself for thinking you're selfish? Because something bad happened to you, but something worse happened to someone else. And you had just picked the wrong time to finally complain. And when you figure out, you feel horrible for complaining?&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Have you ever felt so tired, that you didn't even want to move. You just wanted to sit and sit, and sit. Till you couldn't sit anymore? Not physically tired. But mentally?&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;have you experienced all that? ask me.....&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;!-- multiply:no_crosspost --&gt;&lt;p class='multiply:no_crosspost'&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2724400827983633104-4532447502118141250?l=timiemaimai.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://timiemaimai.blogspot.com/feeds/4532447502118141250/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://timiemaimai.blogspot.com/2008/03/have-you-ever.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2724400827983633104/posts/default/4532447502118141250'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2724400827983633104/posts/default/4532447502118141250'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://timiemaimai.blogspot.com/2008/03/have-you-ever.html' title='have you ever?'/><author><name>Timie Mariz II</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13237909977558465130</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mv5sqNX4dx4/SbG2D-OkBxI/AAAAAAAAAAM/GezFPmU7YSU/S220/Picture+124.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2724400827983633104.post-9215899229361498702</id><published>2008-03-24T19:54:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-24T23:54:37.741+08:00</updated><title type='text'>how.....</title><content type='html'>My close friends know that I'm living a shitty life here most of the time.My friends have been wanting me to share to them my problems. Maybe they're sick of hearing me cussing all the time I'm not in the mood. They want me to explain....why? How? What, where, when, who? Whateverrrr...so yeah....&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;my question is....&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;font size="5"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0); font-weight: bold; font-family: lucida sans unicode,lucida;"&gt;             How to explain something you yourself don’t understand?&lt;img src="http://images.multiply.com/common/smiles/sad.png"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br&gt;it's just too hard to understand some shitz in our lives.....&lt;br&gt;and sometimes, not identifying them makes it worse.ok...*out*&lt;br&gt;  &lt;!-- multiply:no_crosspost --&gt;&lt;p class='multiply:no_crosspost'&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2724400827983633104-9215899229361498702?l=timiemaimai.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://timiemaimai.blogspot.com/feeds/9215899229361498702/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://timiemaimai.blogspot.com/2008/03/how.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2724400827983633104/posts/default/9215899229361498702'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2724400827983633104/posts/default/9215899229361498702'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://timiemaimai.blogspot.com/2008/03/how.html' title='how.....'/><author><name>Timie Mariz II</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13237909977558465130</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mv5sqNX4dx4/SbG2D-OkBxI/AAAAAAAAAAM/GezFPmU7YSU/S220/Picture+124.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2724400827983633104.post-5958376387232458442</id><published>2008-03-23T19:55:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-23T23:55:38.701+08:00</updated><title type='text'>school's over...?</title><content type='html'>  &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;isn't it? ai ewan....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;we formally ended the school year with a bang! kumain kami after the finals sa labas (kami magkaklase), dumaan na ang holy week, at ngayon, naghahanda na lang para sa enrolment bukas, for summer classes...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;&lt;br style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;biruin nyo yun, parang stucked kami sa school..pero mas okay na ata yun kesa magdrugs..haha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;&lt;br style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;so yun nga, bukas na enrolment....maaga ako pupunta ng school..kasi aabutin ako ng bukas kung tanghali na ako magsisimula....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;dapat tulog na pero di pa....masyado malalim lang iniisip...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;may dinaramdam....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;mag-aaral ako..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;magtatapos ako sa college...pagkatapos nun, anu na kaya?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;&lt;br style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;mag-aaral ulet para master's degree....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;mag-aaral para sa doctorate...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;tapos aral para maging master teacher 1,2,3,4,5,6 o kung hanggang ilan ba pwede....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;&lt;br style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;i'll be stucked in school &lt;/span&gt;&lt;s style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;forever&lt;/s&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;???? nah....forever will be for tin....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;&lt;br style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;haha baliw ako kung anu-ano lang tinatype ko..so yun, sige na....ubusan ng yaman na naman bukas...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br&gt;  &lt;!-- multiply:no_crosspost --&gt;&lt;p class='multiply:no_crosspost'&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2724400827983633104-5958376387232458442?l=timiemaimai.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://timiemaimai.blogspot.com/feeds/5958376387232458442/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://timiemaimai.blogspot.com/2008/03/school-over.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2724400827983633104/posts/default/5958376387232458442'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2724400827983633104/posts/default/5958376387232458442'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://timiemaimai.blogspot.com/2008/03/school-over.html' title='school&amp;#39;s over...?'/><author><name>Timie Mariz II</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13237909977558465130</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mv5sqNX4dx4/SbG2D-OkBxI/AAAAAAAAAAM/GezFPmU7YSU/S220/Picture+124.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2724400827983633104.post-1689227474240608586</id><published>2008-01-11T14:13:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-11T14:16:53.661+08:00</updated><title type='text'>*sigh*</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:lucida sans;"&gt;Everything is sickening in this place...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida sans;"&gt;having two mental/emotional break-downs: one is tolerable...the other is fcuking breaking me into pieces....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida sans;"&gt;first is school....but yeah,as what i've said...it's tolerable...i think i'm just the one giving myself pressure...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida sans;"&gt;the other is my family and friends....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida sans;"&gt;....idk why it has to be like this...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida sans;"&gt;Why is it that whenever I try to do something, it always goes wrong, and I mean always. Ii feel as if my life goes by day-by-day and it always seems to get worse…yes it does.... And yet for everyone else here, it’s so easy for them...they don't know what it feels like to have the world turns its back on you time and time again…and again and again...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida sans;"&gt;Life is tough, i know...but this godd*mn world I'm in doesn't know how it feels to be seen as invisible..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida sans;"&gt;i'm pretty sure, we are all experiencing moments that really make us feel down, different reasons obviously, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:lucida sans;" &gt;but still it ain't a fun thing at all&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida sans;"&gt;....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2724400827983633104-1689227474240608586?l=timiemaimai.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://timiemaimai.blogspot.com/feeds/1689227474240608586/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://timiemaimai.blogspot.com/2008/01/sigh.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2724400827983633104/posts/default/1689227474240608586'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2724400827983633104/posts/default/1689227474240608586'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://timiemaimai.blogspot.com/2008/01/sigh.html' title='*sigh*'/><author><name>Timie Mariz II</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13237909977558465130</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mv5sqNX4dx4/SbG2D-OkBxI/AAAAAAAAAAM/GezFPmU7YSU/S220/Picture+124.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2724400827983633104.post-4373061637603259112</id><published>2008-01-06T09:13:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-06T09:15:01.637+08:00</updated><title type='text'>please end this Lord</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-family: lucida sans;"&gt;i don't wanna cry....or should i say i don't want them see me crying....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-family: lucida sans;"&gt;stop this please....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-family: lucida sans;"&gt;i don't wanna go home 'cause for sure i'll end up fighting with them....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-family: lucida sans;"&gt;i'm badly hurting inside so please....stop hurting me....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2724400827983633104-4373061637603259112?l=timiemaimai.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://timiemaimai.blogspot.com/feeds/4373061637603259112/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://timiemaimai.blogspot.com/2008/01/please-end-this-lord.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2724400827983633104/posts/default/4373061637603259112'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2724400827983633104/posts/default/4373061637603259112'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://timiemaimai.blogspot.com/2008/01/please-end-this-lord.html' title='please end this Lord'/><author><name>Timie Mariz II</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13237909977558465130</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mv5sqNX4dx4/SbG2D-OkBxI/AAAAAAAAAAM/GezFPmU7YSU/S220/Picture+124.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2724400827983633104.post-2232591257429644880</id><published>2008-01-06T09:10:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-06T09:11:24.006+08:00</updated><title type='text'>being bi...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-family: lucida sans;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;             Being bi&lt;/span&gt; is something that comes from &lt;span style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;inside your heart&lt;/span&gt;,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt; Not something inside a bottle of booze turned loose with some hardcore tunes,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; Being bi&lt;/span&gt; is &lt;span style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;who you are&lt;/span&gt;,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt; Not an outfit your trying on,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; Being bi&lt;/span&gt; is &lt;span style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;not a choice&lt;/span&gt;,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt; not a chance for popularity,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; Being bi&lt;/span&gt; is &lt;span style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;loving either of the two genders&lt;/span&gt;,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt; Not kissing your friends to turn a few heads,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; Being bi&lt;/span&gt; is being &lt;span style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;born that way&lt;/span&gt;,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt; Not being born straight or gay,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; Being bi&lt;/span&gt; is &lt;span style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;being you&lt;/span&gt;,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt; Not kissing and feigning romance for social status.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; Being bi&lt;/span&gt; is &lt;span style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;not a choice&lt;/span&gt;,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt; Not a choice for popularity,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; Being bi&lt;/span&gt; is &lt;span style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;confusion&lt;/span&gt;,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt; Not knowing what you do is for kicks,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; Being bi&lt;/span&gt; is &lt;span style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;about love&lt;/span&gt;,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt; Not about fun.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; Being bi&lt;/span&gt; is about &lt;span style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;being you&lt;/span&gt;,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt; Not being someone else.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2724400827983633104-2232591257429644880?l=timiemaimai.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://timiemaimai.blogspot.com/feeds/2232591257429644880/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://timiemaimai.blogspot.com/2008/01/being-bi.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2724400827983633104/posts/default/2232591257429644880'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2724400827983633104/posts/default/2232591257429644880'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://timiemaimai.blogspot.com/2008/01/being-bi.html' title='being bi...'/><author><name>Timie Mariz II</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13237909977558465130</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mv5sqNX4dx4/SbG2D-OkBxI/AAAAAAAAAAM/GezFPmU7YSU/S220/Picture+124.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2724400827983633104.post-5881457855124376359</id><published>2007-12-31T22:15:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-12-31T22:35:52.403+08:00</updated><title type='text'>LAST BLOW for 2007</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="bodytext"&gt; &lt;p align="justify"&gt;for the last time this year 2007, i let myself cry....cry not  because of pain and disappointments but of joy...&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2007 has given me so much pain in the beginning yet it also gives me more happiness later that i thought i'll never have very soon...it's been given sooner than expected...God loves me so much...:)&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p align="justify"&gt;ok, these things/events took place this year and are what i am  crying for:&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p align="justify"&gt;*i cry because i already have that 'SOMEONE' whom i thought i'd never have but God is so great for giving me a chance to be with her, be happy again and keep her....i'l do everything to keep her forever...promise....&lt;br /&gt;*i  cry for joy knowing that i had lost people who are not worth keeping&lt;br /&gt;*i cry  for all the things i had survived&lt;br /&gt;*i cry for the few people i have kept till  now and to the few new ones im sure  are true to me&lt;br /&gt;*i cry for joy that i had  been hurt badly as it became a passport to what TIMIE IS now..&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p align="justify"&gt;i will always give credit to the pain 2007 had given me, coz it taught me what it's like to deal with hardships and prepares me to a worse battle that lies ahead...i know it..why? it's life...after all, these things will bring me to the real joy that i know i truly deserve =)&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p align="justify"&gt;i have it already but i know i can be happier....God knows what  i'm asking for...only Him knows..=)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2724400827983633104-5881457855124376359?l=timiemaimai.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://timiemaimai.blogspot.com/feeds/5881457855124376359/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://timiemaimai.blogspot.com/2007/12/last-blow-for-2007.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2724400827983633104/posts/default/5881457855124376359'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2724400827983633104/posts/default/5881457855124376359'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://timiemaimai.blogspot.com/2007/12/last-blow-for-2007.html' title='LAST BLOW for 2007'/><author><name>Timie Mariz II</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13237909977558465130</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mv5sqNX4dx4/SbG2D-OkBxI/AAAAAAAAAAM/GezFPmU7YSU/S220/Picture+124.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2724400827983633104.post-140017432824407944</id><published>2007-12-25T12:46:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-12-25T12:47:11.055+08:00</updated><title type='text'>another Christmas for me...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify; color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt; font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;;"&gt;There are great things from the previous year that I never bothered to acknowledge. Things that I'd never tried to search for its importance. I thought everything I had was just "ok, it's destined to be mine, so be it" "ok, i have it, what now?" I've set on my mind that I can't have something forever, that things come and go. I don't want to value things coz I might end up hurting when those things are gone. I always see the bad things in life that sucks.I'd never been thankful for having something for the last two years but I make up this year.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt; font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt; font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;;"&gt; This year is different for me, I've come up with many realizations in life that really counts, that if only I dig more before it won't be hard for me dealing with life. Here are the things I am thankful for:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt; font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt; font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;;"&gt; *Tin - you rock my world!!! =) thank you for helping me realize things, for believing in me..you give the world back to me...mwah!!! i love you so much!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt; font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;;"&gt; *my family - you are part of everything I am and will be&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt; font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;;"&gt; *friends - those who have proven and shown me what really true friends are&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt; font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;;"&gt; *"so-called friends" - for showing me what i should not be&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt; font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;;"&gt; *each new day - means another life...i've been given so many chances to live..and i'll continue living til He allows me to&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt; font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;;"&gt; *world - coz this is where we are...it may be in chaos at times, but this is still the best gift God has given&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt; font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;;"&gt; ***GOD!!! - the source of everything&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt; font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;;"&gt; ***and i'm thankful that I've learned to be thankful for the things I have right now and I'll be having later...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt; font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt; font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt; font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;;"&gt; MERRY CHRISTMAS!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2724400827983633104-140017432824407944?l=timiemaimai.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://timiemaimai.blogspot.com/feeds/140017432824407944/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://timiemaimai.blogspot.com/2007/12/another-christmas-for-me.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2724400827983633104/posts/default/140017432824407944'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2724400827983633104/posts/default/140017432824407944'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://timiemaimai.blogspot.com/2007/12/another-christmas-for-me.html' title='another Christmas for me...'/><author><name>Timie Mariz II</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13237909977558465130</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mv5sqNX4dx4/SbG2D-OkBxI/AAAAAAAAAAM/GezFPmU7YSU/S220/Picture+124.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2724400827983633104.post-8693141135133509112</id><published>2007-12-21T13:22:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-12-21T14:26:28.181+08:00</updated><title type='text'>--With You--</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida sans unicode, lucida;font-size:100%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;WITH YOU by CHRIS BROWN&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;[Intro:]&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I need you boo&lt;br /&gt;I gotta see you boo&lt;br /&gt;And the hearts  all over the world tonight&lt;br /&gt;Said the hearts all over the world  tonight&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I need you boo&lt;br /&gt;I gotta  see you boo&lt;br /&gt;And the hearts all over the world tonight&lt;br /&gt;Said the hearts  all over the world tonight&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Verse 1:]&lt;br /&gt;Hey little mama&lt;br /&gt;Oo you're  a stunner&lt;br /&gt;Hot little figure&lt;br /&gt;Yes you a winner&lt;br /&gt;And I'm so glad to be  yours&lt;br /&gt;You're a class all your own&lt;br /&gt;And oh little cutie&lt;br /&gt;When you talk  to me&lt;br /&gt;I swear the whole world stops&lt;br /&gt;You're my sweetheart&lt;br /&gt;And I'm so  glad that your mine&lt;br /&gt;You are one of a kind&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;And you mean to me&lt;br /&gt;What I mean to you&lt;br /&gt;And together  baby&lt;br /&gt;There is nothin we won't do&lt;br /&gt;Cuz if I got you&lt;br /&gt;I don't need money &lt;br /&gt;I don't need cars&lt;br /&gt;Girl you're my all&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;[Chorus:]&lt;br /&gt;And oh&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I'm into you&lt;br /&gt;And girl no&lt;br /&gt;One else would do&lt;br /&gt;Cuz  with every kiss&lt;br /&gt;And every hug&lt;br /&gt;You make me&lt;br /&gt;Fall in love&lt;br /&gt;And now I &lt;br /&gt;Know I can be the only one&lt;br /&gt;I bet its hearts all over the world tonight &lt;br /&gt;With the love of they life&lt;br /&gt;Who feel&lt;br /&gt;What I feel when I'm&lt;br /&gt;With  you&lt;/strong&gt;,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt; with you, with you, with you, with  you&lt;br /&gt;Girl&lt;br /&gt;With you, with you, with you, with you, with you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Verse  2:]&lt;br /&gt;Ooh girl&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I don't want nobody  else&lt;br /&gt;Without you theres no one else then&lt;br /&gt;You're like Jordans on Saturday &lt;br /&gt;I gotta have you and I can not wait now&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Hey little shorty&lt;br /&gt;Say you care for me&lt;br /&gt;You know I care  for you&lt;br /&gt;You know that I'll be true&lt;br /&gt;You know that I won't lie&lt;br /&gt;You  know that I will try&lt;br /&gt;To be your everything&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cuz if I got you&lt;br /&gt;I  don't need money&lt;br /&gt;I don't need cars&lt;br /&gt;Girl you're my all&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Chorus:] &lt;br /&gt;And oh&lt;br /&gt;I'm into you&lt;br /&gt;And girl no&lt;br /&gt;One else would do&lt;br /&gt;Cuz with  every kiss&lt;br /&gt;And every hug&lt;br /&gt;You make me&lt;br /&gt;Fall in love&lt;br /&gt;And now I &lt;br /&gt;Know I can be the only one&lt;br /&gt;I bet its hearts all over the world tonight &lt;br /&gt;With the love of they life&lt;br /&gt;Who feel&lt;br /&gt;What I feel when I'm&lt;br /&gt;With  you, with you, with you, with you, with you&lt;br /&gt;Oh oh&lt;br /&gt;With you, with you,  with you, with you, with you&lt;br /&gt;Yeah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Breakdown:]&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;And I&lt;br /&gt;Will never try to deny&lt;br /&gt;That your are my  whole life&lt;br /&gt;Cuz if you&lt;br /&gt;Ever let me go&lt;br /&gt;I would die&lt;br /&gt;So I won't  front&lt;br /&gt;I don't need&lt;br /&gt;Another woman&lt;br /&gt;I just need&lt;br /&gt;Your all or nothing &lt;br /&gt;Cuz if I got that&lt;br /&gt;Then I'll be straight&lt;br /&gt;Baby you're the best part of  my day&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;I need you boo&lt;br /&gt;I  gotta see you boo&lt;br /&gt;And the hearts all over the world tonight&lt;br /&gt;Said the  hearts all over the world tonight&lt;br /&gt;They need they boo&lt;br /&gt;I gotta see you boo &lt;br /&gt;And the hearts all over the world tonight&lt;br /&gt;Said the hearts all over the  world tonight&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Chorus:]&lt;br /&gt;And oh&lt;br /&gt;I'm into you girl&lt;br /&gt;And girl no &lt;br /&gt;One else would do&lt;br /&gt;Cuz with every kiss&lt;br /&gt;And every hug&lt;br /&gt;You make me &lt;br /&gt;Fall in love&lt;br /&gt;And now I&lt;br /&gt;Know I can be the only one&lt;br /&gt;I bet its  hearts all over the world tonight&lt;br /&gt;With the love of they life&lt;br /&gt;Who feel &lt;br /&gt;What I feel when I'm&lt;br /&gt;With you, with you, with you, with you, with you &lt;br /&gt;Girl&lt;br /&gt;With you, with you, with you, with you, with you&lt;br /&gt;Ooh ooh &lt;br /&gt;With you, with you, with you, with you, with you&lt;br /&gt;With you&lt;br /&gt;With you,  with you, with you, with you, with you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;ang ganda ng  song....=]&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:100%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;i need to be  with you and it's really true...&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2724400827983633104-8693141135133509112?l=timiemaimai.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://timiemaimai.blogspot.com/feeds/8693141135133509112/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://timiemaimai.blogspot.com/2007/12/with-you.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2724400827983633104/posts/default/8693141135133509112'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2724400827983633104/posts/default/8693141135133509112'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://timiemaimai.blogspot.com/2007/12/with-you.html' title='--With You--'/><author><name>Timie Mariz II</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13237909977558465130</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mv5sqNX4dx4/SbG2D-OkBxI/AAAAAAAAAAM/GezFPmU7YSU/S220/Picture+124.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2724400827983633104.post-7218317316413341031</id><published>2007-12-18T14:17:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-12-18T15:08:18.214+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Timie Sakitin atbp.</title><content type='html'>I've been so sickly lately. I hate it, well, who doesnt?&lt;br /&gt;dumagdag pa ang mga pinapagawa ng l*ch* naming prof. sa major na nakatalo ko kaninang umaga lang. Paano ba naman, tambak ang pinapagawa...Grabe..sobra...grrr..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Una, pinapakuha kami ng &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;copy ng NEW CURRICULUM&lt;/span&gt; ng mga subjects sa high school at elementary sa DepEd.&lt;br /&gt;-o di pumunta kami, e lintik din na mga tao dun, di kami inientertain.&lt;br /&gt;kinabukasan,&lt;br /&gt;2. Dahil di kami nakakuha ng pinapagawa nya, nagdagdag siya, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;isama daw namin ang OLD CURRICULUM.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-since busy that afternoon, di namin nagawa...hello, di lang subject nya meron kami noh.&lt;br /&gt;3. Naghahanap sya ng &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;methods in teaching&lt;/span&gt;, so nakagawa naman kami, e malay ba namin kelangan namin gumawa ng visual aids for that. We were just asked to have a written report of it.&lt;br /&gt;4. Another work for us:&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;strategies, techniques and approaches in Teaching&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;. iba-iba yon ah...at di yong galing sa book na ginagamit namin.&lt;br /&gt;5. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Interview at least five (5) teachers about the methods&lt;/span&gt; they are using. Then, differentiate the methods (new) to the traditional ones.&lt;br /&gt;6. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Lesson planning:&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;Make a lesson plan&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;EVERYDAY&lt;/span&gt; for Filipino and English that follows the learning competencies stated in the curriculum in three ways, detailed, semi-detailed and outline.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lecheng mga gawain!!! &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102);"&gt;matatapos ba namin yan this week?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;iisang subject lang ba meron kami? grrr....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lumalala sakit ko kakaisip sa mga yon..tsk...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2724400827983633104-7218317316413341031?l=timiemaimai.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://timiemaimai.blogspot.com/feeds/7218317316413341031/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://timiemaimai.blogspot.com/2007/12/timie-sakitin-atbp.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2724400827983633104/posts/default/7218317316413341031'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2724400827983633104/posts/default/7218317316413341031'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://timiemaimai.blogspot.com/2007/12/timie-sakitin-atbp.html' title='Timie Sakitin atbp.'/><author><name>Timie Mariz II</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13237909977558465130</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mv5sqNX4dx4/SbG2D-OkBxI/AAAAAAAAAAM/GezFPmU7YSU/S220/Picture+124.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2724400827983633104.post-8157002275924793436</id><published>2007-12-18T00:44:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-12-18T00:49:11.644+08:00</updated><title type='text'>em bored</title><content type='html'>so i'm gonna write everything that's in my head now...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after that shocking news from gia last saturday, things are becoming clear to us now...*sigh* it's sad to know that it has to happen, but what else can we do..? we're not in control of the sitch..so yun na nga...mejo nakakainis na ewan..ayoko maging bias pero di ko maiwasang di makaramdam ng galit..di ko pa nakakausap talaga yong kabilang side pero yong takbo ng pangyayari at yong mga nangyari at ginawa niya, errr, enough na ata yon para magalit kami...magalit sa taong minahal ng bunso namin...na ewan pala ang utak...grrrr....hay, pipigilan ko dapat magsalita pero errr..di kaya..mababaliw ako kung itatago ko lang sa sarili ko...tsk&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2724400827983633104-8157002275924793436?l=timiemaimai.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://timiemaimai.blogspot.com/feeds/8157002275924793436/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://timiemaimai.blogspot.com/2007/12/em-bored.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2724400827983633104/posts/default/8157002275924793436'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2724400827983633104/posts/default/8157002275924793436'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://timiemaimai.blogspot.com/2007/12/em-bored.html' title='em bored'/><author><name>Timie Mariz II</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13237909977558465130</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mv5sqNX4dx4/SbG2D-OkBxI/AAAAAAAAAAM/GezFPmU7YSU/S220/Picture+124.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2724400827983633104.post-1273963024379363684</id><published>2007-12-18T00:30:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-12-18T00:35:40.138+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc9933;"&gt;well, as i was contemplating about  what happened to our bunso, gia, and tardi, I've come to a conclusion and I know  this is what i had been gone through before and now, it's gia's turn to go  through this, that &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255);" &gt;being hurt is a must for everyone to know our weaknesses and  overcome it for us to be a better and stronger person.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;  There are other realizations that i've come up to - that &lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt;in every relationship, there should be a balance, a balanced  amount of feelings between the couple&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;...that some &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: rgb(0, 102, 0);" &gt;relationships end because one  loves too much and the other loves too little&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;...too many to  mention...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc9933;"&gt;It breaks my heart that some people who  are close to me have to go through this. I know how it feels 'coz I used to be  in their sitch, being hurt, crushed, broken, shattered and what usually causes  it? &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new, courier;font-size:180%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;LOVE&lt;/span&gt;...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc9933;"&gt;It's not wrong to love someone so deeply,  to love them more than you do with anyone in this world but the hard thing  there is not being loved in return the same amount you've given them, not even  half of it and &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#996633;"&gt;loving them continuously eventhough  they've already hurt and left you. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;It is something that needs a  lot of effort to not let it go over you. It would surely feel like hell and  you'd think it's the end of the world, maybe it is. Because the person we love  became our world and then all of a sudden POOF!!! they're gone. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new, courier;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;Good  for me coz I'm happy. I have Tin and she's all that I need to  have.&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:garamond, adobe garamond;font-size:100%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;THANK GOD!!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc9933;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;I'm still thinking of  ways how to make Gia feel better but I'm finding a hard time to do it. Sure I  had my ways before of moving on but it doesn't mean it would work for others.  Maybe,all I can do now, together with the two ate's, is to never leave her side  (not physically though) and to atleast try cheering her up in our little  ways.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Letting her feel that we're with  her.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc9933;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;strong&gt;to our &lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#ffcc00;"&gt;Bunso&lt;/span&gt;, we're just here for you...ate tim, ate tin, and ate  jc...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#cc9933;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;cry your  heart out till it pains no more...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;we love  you...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2724400827983633104-1273963024379363684?l=timiemaimai.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://timiemaimai.blogspot.com/feeds/1273963024379363684/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://timiemaimai.blogspot.com/2007/12/well-as-i-was-contemplating-about-what.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2724400827983633104/posts/default/1273963024379363684'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2724400827983633104/posts/default/1273963024379363684'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://timiemaimai.blogspot.com/2007/12/well-as-i-was-contemplating-about-what.html' title=''/><author><name>Timie Mariz II</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13237909977558465130</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mv5sqNX4dx4/SbG2D-OkBxI/AAAAAAAAAAM/GezFPmU7YSU/S220/Picture+124.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2724400827983633104.post-1743179654106322455</id><published>2007-12-14T18:59:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-12-14T19:03:23.984+08:00</updated><title type='text'>i miss you...i miss US...</title><content type='html'>been busy these past few days and we're not able to do our lambingan like before..so yon, kakamiss lang...alam nya yon...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2724400827983633104-1743179654106322455?l=timiemaimai.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://timiemaimai.blogspot.com/feeds/1743179654106322455/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://timiemaimai.blogspot.com/2007/12/i-miss-youi-miss-us.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2724400827983633104/posts/default/1743179654106322455'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2724400827983633104/posts/default/1743179654106322455'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://timiemaimai.blogspot.com/2007/12/i-miss-youi-miss-us.html' title='i miss you...i miss US...'/><author><name>Timie Mariz II</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13237909977558465130</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mv5sqNX4dx4/SbG2D-OkBxI/AAAAAAAAAAM/GezFPmU7YSU/S220/Picture+124.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2724400827983633104.post-1639130324479143116</id><published>2007-12-13T22:48:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-12-13T23:08:27.717+08:00</updated><title type='text'>not an ordinary day for me....</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;errr....i started this day with a frown as i received a text from my classmate that we have classes..geesh...how's is that? napaghahalatang batugan..haha...tapos lahat pa ng uniform ko di pa natutuyo..so, i was like,wtf, What am i gonna use? halos maloka ako kakahanap ng mahihiraman..haha...kaya ayun, i wasn't able to attend my two classes...pagdating ko pa ng school, natapos na yong second class namin tapos dumating agad prof ng next class at nagbigay ng exam since sya na lang ang di pa nakakabigay ng second exam. I just hope I did good.haha.. After the exam, I texted my sungit but globe, like yesterday pissed me that i cursed it out loud and my classmates were looking at me..Ok, i know i'm oone true pasaway..haha...namimiss ko sungit ko eh, tapos nagloloko pa globe..tsk..Buti na lang tumawag sya, pero di kami magkarinigan, pero ok na din kasi narinig ko boses nya...haaay... after my morning classes, umuwi muna ako para maglunch and manghingi ng pera kay mama kasi pupunta kami ng isang public high school dito sa amin to conduct our Field Study 2...late pa nga ako eh..lagot ako bukas sa prof...*cross fingers*...nung nasa school na kami, the school where I graduated high school, I was pissed even more kasi ramdam na ramdam namin pagtataboy ng mga teachers dun...kainis sobra...I never thought the those teachers were like that...Ang yabang ko pa naman sa mga classmates ko 'bout them...haaay...we will officially start the observation january of next year, but to morrow Ivan, my classmate, and I will go back to get the schedule from our cooperating teacher...After going there, I changed my clothes (sa bahay) and went to Ate Steph's place to practice our play....and make our props...I terribly missed my sungit and i was not really in the mood to kid around with my classmates...haaay...ewan...that's all for now..ang gulo ng post ko na toh...haha&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2724400827983633104-1639130324479143116?l=timiemaimai.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://timiemaimai.blogspot.com/feeds/1639130324479143116/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://timiemaimai.blogspot.com/2007/12/not-ordinary-day-for-me.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2724400827983633104/posts/default/1639130324479143116'/><link 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xmlns="http://www.w3.org/1999/xhtml"&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;object height="350" width="425"&gt;&lt;param value="http://youtube.com/v/sC4fKtjPCCE" name="movie"&gt;&lt;embed type="application/x-shockwave-flash" src="http://youtube.com/v/sC4fKtjPCCE" height="350" width="425"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this is the video my friend Andrei made as a tribute to Heather of ANTM Cycle 9....&lt;br /&gt;kainggit sya kasi ang dami nyang subscribers..hehe&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2724400827983633104-6001734146805972335?l=timiemaimai.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://timiemaimai.blogspot.com/feeds/6001734146805972335/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://timiemaimai.blogspot.com/2007/12/heather-kuzmich-heaven-on-earth.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2724400827983633104/posts/default/6001734146805972335'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2724400827983633104/posts/default/6001734146805972335'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://timiemaimai.blogspot.com/2007/12/heather-kuzmich-heaven-on-earth.html' title='Heather Kuzmich : Heaven on Earth'/><author><name>Timie Mariz II</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13237909977558465130</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mv5sqNX4dx4/SbG2D-OkBxI/AAAAAAAAAAM/GezFPmU7YSU/S220/Picture+124.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2724400827983633104.post-918774405383439422</id><published>2007-12-08T22:23:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-12-08T23:23:56.236+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Ethics in Love</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;In today's society we hear a lot about ethics. Many professions have their own "code of ethics" in which they follow. While other, or even the same, professions are labeled as just plain unethical. In all of these professions there is a confusion as to what really is ethical and unethical behavior. In fact, every single one of us is faced with a multitude of ethical decisions every day, especially in our relationships. Just take a look at the message boards of this site. You will see an incredible disagreement as to what is right or wrong to do in a relationship.&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p&gt;A perfect example of this is when our advice columnist, Romantica, responded to an advice request about whether having cyber-sex with another person while in a relationship was considered cheating. When she asked for viewpoints from readers she received quite a few varying responses. Whatever your views on this are, the fact remains that there is a lot of uncertainty in society about simple definitions of right and wrong. Now, don't get me wrong. I am not going to preach to you in this article about my views on what is right and wrong. What I hope to achieve here is to give you a few tools and a little information to help you come to your own conclusions about whether something is right or wrong.&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p&gt;Why is this so important? Well, basically, the decisions you make now effect your entire future. Not only your future, but your partner's and your children's future also. The choices you make every single day, effect the future of everybody around you. Let's say you are at work and there is a beautiful (or handsome) co-worker flirting with you. You start having fantasies about them and thinking about them. This fantasy goes so far that you even think about them when you are in bed with your partner. Now technically you have not done anything wrong. You have not actually slept with this person and you have done nothing that can be proved in any court of law. Basically you can argue that there is nothing wrong with a little fantasy. You can even argue that it enhanced your relationship with your partner and made things more exciting. Well, let me ask you a couple of things. If it was so right, then why do you have to spend so much time telling yourself that it was right? Also, why don't you tell your partner about it? I am sure they would be thrilled to know that you have found something that makes both of your lives better! The fact of the matter is that if you would not like it if it was done to you, or if it would have a detrimental effect on your relationship if your partner found out about it, then it is wrong!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p&gt;So, what is the big deal about all this? Basically, when you do something wrong, it is human nature to justify what you did. If you have an affair, it all of a sudden becomes your partner's fault. You find excuses for what you are doing. It doesn't even really matter what the excuses are. I am sure you can come up with a whole host of excuses for someone having an affair right off the top of your head. The fact is that you can make excuses for something to the point that you actually believe them. It is these justifications that will end up destroying your relationship.&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p&gt;In conclusion I will leave you with these thoughts. What is right and wrong is a personal choice. What is right for you may be wrong for your partner. Whenever you make a decision that will affect your relationship, ask yourself these two questions:&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;ol&gt; &lt;li&gt; Do you have to convince yourself it is right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt; Would your partner be upset if they found about it?&lt;/li&gt; &lt;/ol&gt;   &lt;p&gt;If it fails that test, don't do it.  You will be a lot happier in the long run.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2724400827983633104-918774405383439422?l=timiemaimai.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://timiemaimai.blogspot.com/feeds/918774405383439422/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://timiemaimai.blogspot.com/2007/12/ethics-in-love.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2724400827983633104/posts/default/918774405383439422'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2724400827983633104/posts/default/918774405383439422'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://timiemaimai.blogspot.com/2007/12/ethics-in-love.html' title='Ethics in Love'/><author><name>Timie Mariz II</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13237909977558465130</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mv5sqNX4dx4/SbG2D-OkBxI/AAAAAAAAAAM/GezFPmU7YSU/S220/Picture+124.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2724400827983633104.post-2991635075985258089</id><published>2007-12-08T22:06:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-12-08T22:20:40.387+08:00</updated><title type='text'>.....all i know is i love her, i want her, and i need to be with her....</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;nagising ako kanina dahil narinig ko (konti) na nagriring ang fone ko...at ang tumawag? ang mahalkoh! kaya lang di ko nasagot agad, kaya yon. nagtext ako, di agad nagreply pero tumawag naman maya-maya lang...ang saya talaga pag kausap ko sya...=) kahit nga katext ko lang, masaya na eh, panu pa kaya yon...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so yon, the usual thing na ginagawa ko sa bahay pag weekends, naglaba ako..Di agad ako nakagamit ng pc kasi gamit ni kuya...So sa mobile ako nagonline..tapos text ulit..iisa lang naman po lagi kong kachat at katext at kausap, ang asawakoh...nung time na nagonline ako, nakausap ko si sungit at usap-usap..tapos napagusapan bagay-bagay...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i love it when we talk about life not just about love...i love it when sometimes our beliefs clashes and we end up agreeing to each other's ideas....ganyan kami...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;later this afternoon, nagonline ako sa mobile na, kasi mejo nawalan ako ng lakas humarap sa pc, parang naging weak ba kasi parang di ok asawako...so nakahiga na ako habang kachat sya, di ko namalayan umiyak na ako hanggang makatulog...tumatawag pala siya, e di ko nasagot..tsk...ayun,sa pag-uusap namin, nagiyakan kami...basta...mahal talaga namin isa't isa...wala ng iba...if there's one thing that i'm really praying for, that would be to be with my sungit na...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204); font-weight: bold;"&gt;SUNGIT&lt;/span&gt;--&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;mahal kita...ikaw lang!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i191.photobucket.com/albums/z161/timieimit/timtin-1.gif" border="0" alt="Photo Sharing and Video Hosting at Photobucket" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2724400827983633104-2991635075985258089?l=timiemaimai.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://timiemaimai.blogspot.com/feeds/2991635075985258089/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://timiemaimai.blogspot.com/2007/12/all-i-know-is-i-love-her-i-want-her-and.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2724400827983633104/posts/default/2991635075985258089'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2724400827983633104/posts/default/2991635075985258089'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://timiemaimai.blogspot.com/2007/12/all-i-know-is-i-love-her-i-want-her-and.html' title='.....all i know is i love her, i want her, and i need to be with her....'/><author><name>Timie Mariz II</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13237909977558465130</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mv5sqNX4dx4/SbG2D-OkBxI/AAAAAAAAAAM/GezFPmU7YSU/S220/Picture+124.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2724400827983633104.post-2874053119325720060</id><published>2007-12-04T23:30:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-12-04T23:40:29.252+08:00</updated><title type='text'>malalampasan lahat...</title><content type='html'>Talaga namang masaya ako..:) Panandalian lang talaga kung malungkot man..Ironic pero totoo na &lt;em&gt;kung sinuman ang nagpapasaya sayo ng lubusan ay sya ring dahilan ng pagiging malungkot mo&lt;/em&gt;...Ganun epekto ni Tin sakin at ganun din ako sa kanya. Nagpapasalamat ako na sa bawat lungkot na dinaranas namin, magkasama kami, magkatuwang, hindi man pisikal, pero sa puso namin andun kami...:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wala lang, masaya lang talaga kami...after ng medyo di pagkakaunawaan kagabi, naayos naman agad...lambing lambing pa...hehe.. :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2724400827983633104-2874053119325720060?l=timiemaimai.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://timiemaimai.blogspot.com/feeds/2874053119325720060/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://timiemaimai.blogspot.com/2007/12/malalampasan-lahat.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2724400827983633104/posts/default/2874053119325720060'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2724400827983633104/posts/default/2874053119325720060'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://timiemaimai.blogspot.com/2007/12/malalampasan-lahat.html' title='malalampasan lahat...'/><author><name>Timie Mariz II</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13237909977558465130</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mv5sqNX4dx4/SbG2D-OkBxI/AAAAAAAAAAM/GezFPmU7YSU/S220/Picture+124.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2724400827983633104.post-1140001123054375067</id><published>2007-12-03T22:24:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-12-03T22:28:28.366+08:00</updated><title type='text'>not a good day after all....</title><content type='html'>today is her first day in work...so while she was there, I was also in school.&lt;br /&gt;so yeah, nothing significant happened in school today, i was just camwhoring and the usual discussions by our prof bored me...i never thought that something will hapen later this afternoon, we had a fight, if it really is fight, i felt like i was being pushed away and it hurts like hell..she doesnt know how i need and love her...haaay&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2724400827983633104-1140001123054375067?l=timiemaimai.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://timiemaimai.blogspot.com/feeds/1140001123054375067/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://timiemaimai.blogspot.com/2007/12/not-good-day-after-all.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2724400827983633104/posts/default/1140001123054375067'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2724400827983633104/posts/default/1140001123054375067'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://timiemaimai.blogspot.com/2007/12/not-good-day-after-all.html' title='not a good day after all....'/><author><name>Timie Mariz II</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13237909977558465130</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mv5sqNX4dx4/SbG2D-OkBxI/AAAAAAAAAAM/GezFPmU7YSU/S220/Picture+124.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2724400827983633104.post-1577182780973732115</id><published>2007-12-02T13:21:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-12-02T13:48:34.452+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>1. I love eating. Sobra! Kahit nagrereklamo ako sa weight ko, di ko pa rin maiwasan di kumain. Ewan ba parang lagi akong gutom...hahaha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. I'm taking up education byt the virtue of no choice.lol..I nver dreamt of becoming a teacher. I don't have anything against it, it's just that it's not really my cup of tea.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Nagbbite a rin ako ng nails ko...hahaha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. Insomniac ako. Three years na. Maaga na ang 11 o 12 na tulog ko. Minsan di ako nakakatulog talaga. Pinipilit ko na lang minsan para di naman ako masyadong bangag tingnan pag pumasok sa school.hehe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. Mahilig ako magdaldal pero pag sinasalang sa mga contest sa school naiiyak ako sa kaba...hehe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. I love fries....and CHICKEN!!! pag pumupunta kami jollibee o mcdo, di mawawala ang &lt;strong&gt;Cheezy Cheese Fries&lt;/strong&gt; at &lt;strong&gt;extra large fries&lt;/strong&gt; sa inoorder ko..hehe..pero pag ang pinuntahan namin, walang binebentang fries, CHICKEN!!! (joanna, pareho?haha)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. I love net surfing, chatting, basta may kinalaman sa internat..haha...dahil na din isa ito sa means of communication namin ni &lt;strong&gt;Tin&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Rules:*Mention the person who tagged you and create a link back to them.&lt;a href="http://www.blogger.com/joannalogy.blogspot.com"&gt;Joanna&lt;/a&gt;*Pick 10 others you would like to get to know better.&lt;a href="http://www.princessciella.blogspot.com"&gt;Ate Makis&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://gorgeouskaren.blogspot.com"&gt;Karen&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://xabiix.blogspot.com"&gt;Abi&lt;/a&gt;. Let them know you’ve tagged them by leaving a comment on their blog.* And don’t forget to give them the rules.Have fun answering and looking forward to getting to know you guys more! ^__^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-konti pa lang nasa link ko eh....kaya tatlo lang muna..hehe..:)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2724400827983633104-1577182780973732115?l=timiemaimai.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://timiemaimai.blogspot.com/feeds/1577182780973732115/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://timiemaimai.blogspot.com/2007/12/1.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2724400827983633104/posts/default/1577182780973732115'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2724400827983633104/posts/default/1577182780973732115'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://timiemaimai.blogspot.com/2007/12/1.html' title=''/><author><name>Timie Mariz II</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13237909977558465130</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mv5sqNX4dx4/SbG2D-OkBxI/AAAAAAAAAAM/GezFPmU7YSU/S220/Picture+124.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2724400827983633104.post-7355220411562041990</id><published>2007-12-02T00:04:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-12-02T01:03:39.189+08:00</updated><title type='text'>i did it...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;ok...dati pa, gusto ko na gumawa ng movie para kay Tin..kaya lang di ako marunong talaga...last night, as in super iniisip ko siya kaya naisipan kong gumawa, bahala na matagalan..I thought aabutin ako ng ilang araw bago ko matapos pero hindi pala, natapos ko ngayong gabi lang...sana matuwa sya pag nakita na nya...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ito ang link oh:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s191.photobucket.com/albums/z161/timieimit/?action=view&amp;amp;current=TimTin26-WhenGodMadeyou.flv"&gt;http://s191.photobucket.com/albums/z161/timieimit/?action=view&amp;amp;current=TimTin26-WhenGodMadeyou.flv&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2724400827983633104-7355220411562041990?l=timiemaimai.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://timiemaimai.blogspot.com/feeds/7355220411562041990/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://timiemaimai.blogspot.com/2007/12/i-did-it.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2724400827983633104/posts/default/7355220411562041990'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2724400827983633104/posts/default/7355220411562041990'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://timiemaimai.blogspot.com/2007/12/i-did-it.html' title='i did it...'/><author><name>Timie Mariz II</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13237909977558465130</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mv5sqNX4dx4/SbG2D-OkBxI/AAAAAAAAAAM/GezFPmU7YSU/S220/Picture+124.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2724400827983633104.post-2887950171886666647</id><published>2007-11-30T02:32:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-11-30T02:41:39.988+08:00</updated><title type='text'>surviving long distance relationships</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Challenging and difficult, though they may not be what we want to hear, are the words that best describe long distance relationships. Keep in mind however, that the words are challenging and difficult, not impossible. Many people choose to give a long distance relationship a try, with the constant curiosity if it was the right decision to make and if it even stands a chance. The truth is, a long distance relationship has just as much a chance of succeeding as any other relationship!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Long Distance Relationships share the same facts as an average relationship. It involves two people who share an interest in each other's lives, care for one another and of course have a love for each other that they hope will only continue to grow. On the other hand, a long distance relationship does have its differences as well. It takes away your ability to see each other on a frequent note, as well as the choice of being intimate whenever you desire, not to mention that there would be major trust required. Being unable to spend time together in a physical presence makes it harder to hang on to, but does not spell out doom for your relationship.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Trust is a major necessity if you wish to have your relationship from a distance. Without trust and honesty, the relationship is in for danger and unsuccessfulness, just as it would be any other relationship. By accepting the challenge of a long distance relationship, you also accepted the fact that you will have to have the trust and faith that your partner will not be seeing anyone else as promised. Being paranoid and accusing will only grow doubts, insecurity and tension between you and none of those three will help the relationship survive successfully. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Keeping each other informed of the friendships you have with other people and the events that take place in your personal life is a great way to keep your relationship alive and healthy; and continues to make your partner a part of your life. It is essential that you receive the same information from your partner as well, so you both feel the same security and satisfaction that you both crave. Be creative with the way you keep in touch, such as calling, e-mailing, faxing and sending cards. Pay attention to how many times a week you are staying in touch as well. If you want your bond to stay strong and loving, you have to hear from one another often, leaving as little room for any of you to start getting paranoid about anything. Although you cannot be romantic towards each other on a physical note, you can still perform romantic acts that will keep the romance department happy. You can do this by sending love letters and poems, having flowers and gifts delivered, or even sending a video of yourself with a loving message. Reminding your partner of how much you think about and love him or her will score high points, making them miss you more with the constant urge to see you. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;With the right amount of effort and interest on both parts, a long distance relationship can survive the obstacles it will frequently be challenged with. As long as you both refresh your memories of why you chose to do this in the first place, trust each other, inform one another of your personal lives, keep in touch, and visit, your relationship can turn out to be one of the most successful and happy relationships that ever existed. You both will be secure, happy and satisfied until the day comes when you will re-unite for good and build your wonderful future together.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2724400827983633104-2887950171886666647?l=timiemaimai.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://timiemaimai.blogspot.com/feeds/2887950171886666647/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://timiemaimai.blogspot.com/2007/11/surviving-long-distance-relationships.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2724400827983633104/posts/default/2887950171886666647'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2724400827983633104/posts/default/2887950171886666647'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://timiemaimai.blogspot.com/2007/11/surviving-long-distance-relationships.html' title='surviving long distance relationships'/><author><name>Timie Mariz II</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13237909977558465130</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mv5sqNX4dx4/SbG2D-OkBxI/AAAAAAAAAAM/GezFPmU7YSU/S220/Picture+124.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2724400827983633104.post-9108351424341603944</id><published>2007-11-19T23:58:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-11-20T00:38:25.469+08:00</updated><title type='text'>LOVE and INFATUATION</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;Some would hold that the difference between love and infatuation is that love lasts but infatuation does not.  This is incorrect, I think, for a number of reasons.  First, if there were no other difference between love and infatuation, it would make it impossible to tell whether any given relationship was a love relationship or an infatuation relationship until some time in the future when people could look back and say whether the relationship lasted or not.  Hence, no one could ever accurately say something like "those newly-weds certainly love each other" no matter how wonderful or fulfilling their relationship at the time; it could only be said on their 25th or 50th anniversary that "well, no one knew at the time, but those two certainly were in love when they married." And if either or both died young, no one could tell whether they were in love or just infatuated or not -- or by unamended definition, since the state did not last, though involuntarily, it was not love.  But none of this really is in keeping with common usage.  We do make distinctions between love relationships and infatuation relationships that are new or that exist now without feeling the need to wait for the passage of (more) time. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;It seems to me that the best way to look at the difference between love and infatuation is that infatuation is simply the attraction aspect of love without significant or much, if any, satisfaction aspect and/or goodness aspect.  The attraction is generally romantic attraction, also perhaps sexual, and/or physical, and/or emotional, and/or intellectual.  Infatuation is the feeling of love without necessarily (much of) the beneficial value or satisfactions of love.  It is the attraction to another person accompanied by too little else.  Probably in many cases infatuation does not last simply because the relationship offers little good or satisfaction (and sometimes does offer distinct harm and dissatisfaction) along with the attraction, and so the attraction dies.  But there are many cases where attraction or infatuation endures in spite of unreasonable hardships and dissatisfactions in the relationship.  This endurance does not make the feelings ones of love, just ones of enduring infatuation. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;The word infatuation generally is used to describe relationships that are new, and often it is applied to younger couples rather than older, though if an older man takes a fancy to, or is attracted to, a younger girl, he may be said to be infatuated.  But I think the term, or at least my description of it, could be equally well applied to longer term relationships and those between mature, reasonable people.  In the movie The Way We Were, the characters portrayed by Streisand and Redford had genuine feelings of attraction for each other throughout the course of their long, tempestuous relationship, which included various separations and reconciliations.  The separations were caused because the two simply were neither good enough nor satisfying enough for each other to be able to live, or even be, together for very long at a stretch.  Both were good people but they had conflicting political, social, and moral views and conflicting career goals that they were not able to ignore, compromise, or work around sufficiently to be able to keep from hurting each others' feelings. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;Yet none of that put an end to the feelings and the attraction they had for each other.  Sometimes lack of satisfaction and/or lack of goodness in a relationship will kill the feeling aspect too, but often it does not.  Feelings quite often simply are independent of other qualities or aspects in the relationship.  The sad part of the movie The Way We Were was, it seems to me, that we often believe that any feelings, such as theirs, that can last so long and be so strong between two good people, should enable them to also be able to live together and to enjoy and satisfy and be good for each other.  But this is simply often not so, and the relationship in that movie was just one instance of it.  It would not have been nearly so sad or so tragic, I think, if they had simply realized that no amount of romantic (or any sort of) attraction(s) is sufficient by itself for a relationship to be also enjoyable and satisfactory or good.   Even with regard to something as strong and as potentially satisfying as sexual attraction (assuming, what is not always true, that a partner you strongly desire sexually will be satisfactory actually to be with sexually), as Zsa Zsa Gabor once remarked on television, there must be something else in the relationship because you cannot be having sex every waking moment you are together. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;It is the relying solely on feeling or attraction that causes so much grief so often.  Feelings can be an impetus but cannot, without luck, be a guide, and certainly not necessarily a good guide to a good and satisfactory relationship.  Youth, or at least the naive, are those who often meet obstacles because they follow feelings alone so often. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;"If thou remember'st not the slightest folly&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;That ever love did make thee run into,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;Thou has not loved." -- Shakespeare, As You Like It&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;I would think "love" in these lines is best understood in the sense of attraction or infatuation.  I remember one time one of the boys I used to caddy with was so smitten by a girl we all saw walk by carrying her own golf clubs that he immediately left us to run to her to beg to carry her clubs for her.  She said she could manage all right on her own, but he insisted, and took them from her shoulder -- only in his excitement and nervousness (we were all watching this episode, which added to his difficulties) he accidentally turned the bag upside down while looking at her and dumped her clubs out onto the ground.  Our taunting laughter was deafening. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;Sometimes, of course, as in undesirable pregnancy or undesirable marriage, an error of the heart can be far more serious or devastating than a youthful folly or embarrassment.   Plautus' "He who falls in love meets a worse fate than he who leaps from a rock" need not be true, but so often is when passions cloud reason or are considered alone as a proper guide to action in pursuing a relationship. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;Had Streisand's and Redford's characters recognized their relationship as one only or basically of infatuation or, if that sounds like too frivolous a description for mature people, enduring strong attraction, they may not have so futilely kept trying to have a fuller relationship that could not be and that made them so disheartened each time they realized they had to part.  Had they simply accepted the attraction for what it was, and enjoyed what they rightfully could from it without demanding more -- such as expecting their strong feelings alone to let them be able to live happily (and beneficially) ever after -- it would hardly have seemed or been a tragic situation at all.  If they could have recognized what they had and been happy for that instead of being sad for what they did not have, they would have been better off.  Of course, mutual infatuation or attraction is not always easy to find, nor is love, so one sometimes unfortunately and unrealistically hopes that any attraction they do find is part of love instead of just infatuation; but neither is so impossible to find that infatuation cannot provide its particular benefit and delight without thereby just being a sad reminder of what is missing from a fuller relationship.   Infatuation, being only part of love -- the attraction part, certainly offers less than love, but it provides more than no relationship or feelings at all.  It is exciting and it stirs the soul and the blood; it takes one outside of one's self and can make one feel "alive" and invigorated, renewed and young.   Infatuation or attraction is quite a nice thing in itself, as long as it is not expected or required to be more and as long as one does not expect it to carry aspects of a relationship that it cannot or should not.  Neither love nor infatuation are so difficult to find that the discovery of either at any given time should seem such a miracle that all action is predicated on the belief it will never happen again and so one had better make the most of this singular (or latest) occurrence.  The most may be too much. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;People who expect feelings alone to solve or prevent all problems are just expecting far too much from feelings.  This is not just in regard to relationships but in all kinds of areas, such as spending more money than one earns with the feeling everything will turn out all right anyway, gambling on a "hunch" more money than one can afford to lose, behaving irresponsibly in front of others, etc.  Those who think of love as just a feeling or attraction may do so, ignoring my definition, but they should not then expect love as they think of it to be or to cause very good, full relationships.  Feelings alone just cannot do that.   At least they often do not do it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;In thinking of marriage or living together it is important to consider, not just feelings, but present, and probable future, satisfactions and good things in the relationship, since living together on a day-to-day basis tends to highlight (in ways just dating does not) bad habits, bad manners, bad moods, and boredom.   Few, if any, can be exciting, new, and wonderful all the time.   More than just strong feelings are usually needed to keep a relationship running smoothly.  One of my friends one time said he did not see why people who were in love "just wanted to live together" since it was the living together on a daily basis that was the toughest part of a relationship or marriage.  Living apart, even though seeing each other most or much of the time, at least allows for some privacy, along with preparation for, and recuperation from, time together.  And that concerns just the social aspect of marriage or living together.  There are other aspects as well which I will discuss later.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;And there is a tendency not only to put too much emphasis on feelings but also perhaps to believe that only the young legitimately have such feelings or have them often or deeply -- that older people somehow know better (or, depending on your point of view, are not so lucky) unless one is like a "dirty old man" or some fellow in his "second childhood" or off his rocker who becomes "infatuated" with a young girl.  In a sense these two beliefs go hand in hand, for people who expect feelings to be the main factor or bond in relationships, if they try to remain monogamous, must suppress or ignore or try not to have strong or loving or romantic feelings for other people.  One can get good at that with practice and therefore many older people do not get feelings of attraction they might otherwise.  Further, if one has had some relationships that did not work out very satisfactorily, even though there were strong feelings of attraction involved, and if one still thinks attraction should be enough for relationships to work out satisfactorily, then it would be easy to see that, having been burned once or more, one might find it harder to have feelings of attraction for others.  But my answer in both cases would be not to give up having feelings of attraction, but to give up expecting so much from them and to give up behaving solely upon one's feelings if and when they do occur.  Feelings are, and should be, an important influence to action but not the sole guide.  To expand on a comment by Antoine Bret, the first sign of passion need not be the last of wisdom; and the birth of wisdom need not signal the death of passion.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;I think it is not that difficult for most of us to become very attracted, romantically or in other ways, to other people; but we need not expect a relationship to ensue or flourish just because of those feelings.  One can relish the feelings without telling anyone, even the person who is the focus of the feelings.   [Goethe, Wilhelm Meister: "Wenn ich dich lieb habe, was geht's dich an."  ("If I love you, what business is it of yours.")] Or one might tell that person they are attracted to them (intellectually, sexually, romantically, however) or smitten by them without thereby seeking or needing to become lovers or have a fuller relationship in case that is not feasible for some reason or other.  The other person might be very pleased just to know you care about them -- as long as neither of you behave unreasonably or have unreasonable expectations or demands just because of the attraction.  (One or both may be married or there may be aspects of the relationship, other than feelings, that might make it not such a good one.) There is no tragedy in liking someone very much whom you may rarely see or whom you simply worship from afar or to whom you try to be good in whatever small ways you can.  In fact that can be a very moving and heartwarming feeling.  It is simply nice to have caring feelings about someone else, even if they are not returned or if nothing "further" can be involved in the relationship.  The trouble only begins if one suspends one's life or lets it be ruined because one wants to act inappropriately on those feelings and/or have them returned in order to be appreciated.&lt;br /&gt;In the July 1974 Ms.  magazine, Barbara Grizzuti Harrison, in her article "Is Romance Dead?" (her answer is it is not, or at least it does not have to be) describes quite poignantly her "emotional backlash" against romance (either sense fits -- exciting or general) after experiencing the crashing, stultifying blows when falling from the heights of romances that did not end  well.  She and other women like her were the "pallbearers"; romance was dead.  Or, echoing Philip James Bailey: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;"I cannot love as I have loved,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;And I know not why.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;It is the one great woe of life&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;To feel all feeling die."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;Her article vividly deals with the problem (or evil) of a woman's giving up her own identity because of her romantic feelings for a man through whom she may live vicariously.  "I know a woman, an artist who married an artist (and immediately put her paintbrushes away and became her husband's model -- so much for self-fulfillment), who daydreamed, when her marriage went flat, about how wonderful it would be to be married to a photographer- writer she knew; in her fantasy the sum of her joy was always to be at some airport, waiting for him to return from a glamorous, exciting trip; she basked in his reflected glory."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;Harrison then goes to point out that romance need not suffer for some women simply because in the past these women have mistakenly let it consume their identities to work ill on both themselves and their relationships.  Correct; but this is just one area in which people tend to give their all to the feelings in the belief that the feelings will also give rise to joys and goodness.  Feelings just don't always do that.  And one need not just look at the Harrison kind of case, that of abandonment of the woman's self-identity and self-fulfillment.  One can look at the Streisand-Redford case, where they each did or tried to fulfill their own goals in life, but that course too caused conflict and wreaked havoc in the relationship.  And you can look at relationships in which one or both parties are selfish, with perceived different self-interests, and so things cannot work out.  And this can be serious even over such mundane problems or disagreements as which television programs to watch or how to spend an evening or a few dollars.  Or it can be over one's being an early riser who wants conversational company with the other who is -- a slow, late, or meditating riser, who likes their first words in the morning to be "goodbye, dear, see you later."  We do not have to have personally shattering problems, such as loss of identity, in order to get into severe problems in a relationship.  That is why having sensitivity and a knowledge of ethics and understanding of fairness, as well as some important shared joys and satisfactions along the way, are so important in working out a full, lasting, and loving relationship.  Feelings of attraction or romance alone just won't do the job, at least not also without luck.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;Yet, mistakenly letting romance suffer or making yourself unreceptive to romantic feelings as you grow older and more experienced is to throw out the baby with the bathwater.  It is not the having of romantic feelings that causes trouble in relationships, but the lack of other necessary ingredients with them -- lack of areas of satisfaction and goodness, and/or lack of ability to resolve conflicts that cause or reflect areas of dissatisfaction or harm.  The solution to having romantic feelings that result in bad relationships is not to kill romance but to cultivate goodness and satisfaction in relationships that are romantic, and to recognize, and respond or behave appropriately in those romantic relationships that cannot be good enough or joyful enough to pursue beyond a certain, non-harming involvement.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;Romance is not dead.  I also think that for people who like people, who are open to them, and who are open to their own feelings, romance or some sorts of attraction are not very difficult to experience.  The problems arise when we make moral or behavioral errors about how to act toward others when we have some feelings toward them.  And problems arise when we develop irrational and harmful expectations about how others should feel or behave toward us because of our feelings toward them.  Just as it would be absurd to hit people just because you might not like them, so it is equally absurd to sleep with someone or to marry someone or to try to seduce someone just on the basis of your having some feeling of attraction toward them, without considering any other (satisfaction or ethical) aspect of the relationship.  We should learn to understand our feelings and to put them into perspective or into context in a relationship so that we can make more enlightened decisions about what they and other aspects of the relationship dictate or recommend as proper actions.  Even in cases where feelings are necessary requirements for an action (such as attraction or passion might be for good sex), they seldom are sufficient reasons for it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;So I think it is proper, and not altogether far from normal usage, to think of infatuation as a relationship involving feelings of loving attraction without very much satisfaction or goodness existing or likely to continue to exist.  Where I depart perhaps from normal usages is in my belief that this can happen at any age and designate a relationship that has endured -- perhaps one that in common usage would be described as strong and lasting bonds of affection rather than as infatuation.   Nevertheless, what keeps the relationship from being a full, loving one is that there are important other ingredients (satisfactions and goods) missing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;If one thinks of a relationship's further pursuit and enlargement as being justified not only by the feelings involved but also by the amount of good and joy or satisfaction that it brings to the people involved, then one might call love, not just attraction or infatuation, but "justified attraction" or "justified infatuation".  Attraction alone would be just infatuation; to be love, there must be attraction along with goodness and satisfaction for (and from) each other; love is justified infatuation.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;taken from&lt;/span&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.akat.com/"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;www.akat.com&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2724400827983633104-9108351424341603944?l=timiemaimai.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://timiemaimai.blogspot.com/feeds/9108351424341603944/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://timiemaimai.blogspot.com/2007/11/love-and-infatuation.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2724400827983633104/posts/default/9108351424341603944'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2724400827983633104/posts/default/9108351424341603944'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://timiemaimai.blogspot.com/2007/11/love-and-infatuation.html' title='LOVE and INFATUATION'/><author><name>Timie Mariz II</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13237909977558465130</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mv5sqNX4dx4/SbG2D-OkBxI/AAAAAAAAAAM/GezFPmU7YSU/S220/Picture+124.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2724400827983633104.post-635123741770488725</id><published>2007-11-17T07:58:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-11-17T08:12:56.469+08:00</updated><title type='text'>iskool bukol....</title><content type='html'>Everyday I go back to school every 6:00p.m to attend my one remaining class, PS 33, and it's about the Philippine Constitution. It is a very interesting subject but what makes it more interesting are my classmates. I am with a bunch of Criminology students and they're all boys.hehe. They argue with our prof and they talk too much na minsan wala na sa topic para lang di makapagquiz after the discussion...haha... Those guys are really gentlemen kahit pasaway. Just last night, yong isa naming classmate pumasok nang nakainom pala.haha. Nagtataka prof namin kasi salita ng salita. haha. Talaga namang di mo maiiwasan sa buhay ng isang estudyante ang maging pasaway, magulo at maingay. Kahit tinatamad ako pumasok, pumapasok pa rin ako kasi inaabangan ko kung ano na namang kalokohan gagaein ng mga classmates ko..hehe&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2724400827983633104-635123741770488725?l=timiemaimai.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://timiemaimai.blogspot.com/feeds/635123741770488725/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://timiemaimai.blogspot.com/2007/11/iskool-bukol.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2724400827983633104/posts/default/635123741770488725'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2724400827983633104/posts/default/635123741770488725'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://timiemaimai.blogspot.com/2007/11/iskool-bukol.html' title='iskool bukol....'/><author><name>Timie Mariz II</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13237909977558465130</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mv5sqNX4dx4/SbG2D-OkBxI/AAAAAAAAAAM/GezFPmU7YSU/S220/Picture+124.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2724400827983633104.post-9069176936738458590</id><published>2007-11-09T18:56:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-11-09T19:24:48.403+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Physicality is not all that makes a lasting relationship ^26^</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;if long distance means taking the chance of being in this moment again,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;*of dancing slow through the music of sweet nothingness&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;*of embracing this overflowing affection&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;*of kissing my fears goodbye as I get lost in her touch&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;*of seeing my whole life through her worry-free sparkling eyes&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;*of feeling her breath as she whispers forever in my ears,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;then I’m a believer.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;for those in long distance relationships:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"...contrary to what the cynics say, distance is not for the fearful, it is for the bold. It's for those who are willing to spend a lot of time alone in exchange for a little time with the one they love. It's for those knowing a good thing when they see it, even if they don't see it nearly enough..." - Oprah magazine&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;♥Timie♥&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2724400827983633104-9069176936738458590?l=timiemaimai.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://timiemaimai.blogspot.com/feeds/9069176936738458590/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://timiemaimai.blogspot.com/2007/11/physicality-is-not-all-that-makes.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2724400827983633104/posts/default/9069176936738458590'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2724400827983633104/posts/default/9069176936738458590'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://timiemaimai.blogspot.com/2007/11/physicality-is-not-all-that-makes.html' title='Physicality is not all that makes a lasting relationship ^26^'/><author><name>Timie Mariz II</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13237909977558465130</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mv5sqNX4dx4/SbG2D-OkBxI/AAAAAAAAAAM/GezFPmU7YSU/S220/Picture+124.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2724400827983633104.post-4288623696169973906</id><published>2007-11-08T21:37:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-11-08T22:18:56.930+08:00</updated><title type='text'>sino ka? sino ako? sino tayo?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Sino ka?&lt;br /&gt;Madalas tinatanong natin ang kung sinuman na di natin kilala kung sino sila. E tayo, natanong na ba natin sa mga sarili natin kung sino ba tayo? Kilala na nga ba natin mga sarili natin? Akala lang natin oo, pero ang totoo, malaking bahagi pa rin natin ang estranghero satin na atin lamang matutuklasan sa pagdaan ng mga araw. Sana nga maging matiyaga tayo sa pagkilala pa sa ating buong pagkatao. Enjoy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*bow*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;gahd! ano'ng nangyari sakin?&lt;br /&gt;ganito ba epekto sakin?hehe&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&amp;hearts;Timiemai&amp;hearts;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2724400827983633104-4288623696169973906?l=timiemaimai.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://timiemaimai.blogspot.com/feeds/4288623696169973906/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://timiemaimai.blogspot.com/2007/11/sino-ka-sino-ako-sino-tayo.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2724400827983633104/posts/default/4288623696169973906'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2724400827983633104/posts/default/4288623696169973906'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://timiemaimai.blogspot.com/2007/11/sino-ka-sino-ako-sino-tayo.html' title='sino ka? sino ako? sino tayo?'/><author><name>Timie Mariz II</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13237909977558465130</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mv5sqNX4dx4/SbG2D-OkBxI/AAAAAAAAAAM/GezFPmU7YSU/S220/Picture+124.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2724400827983633104.post-1063111558249542289</id><published>2007-11-07T20:58:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-07T08:10:52.796+08:00</updated><title type='text'>♥This is LOVE♥</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;I think the word that has been defined the most is the word LOVE. Action speaks louder than words so why define it? haha...There are no written words to describe love. Looking at a sunset together with that special person. &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;That is &lt;u&gt;&lt;strong&gt;love.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt; Telling each other how good you feel around them. &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;That is &lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;love.&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; If all the stars in the sky look brighter to you when your with your guy or girl. &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;That is &lt;u&gt;&lt;strong&gt;love.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt; Going for a walk and not wanting it to end. &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;That is &lt;u&gt;&lt;strong&gt;love.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt; Not wanting to get off the phone at 3 in the morning. &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;That is &lt;u&gt;&lt;strong&gt;love.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt; Getting a flutter feeling in your stomach when you see that person. &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;That is &lt;u&gt;&lt;strong&gt;love.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt; Having more fun with that person than any one else you know. &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;That is &lt;u&gt;&lt;strong&gt;love.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt; Holding on to each other as you tumble down a snow covered hill. &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;That is &lt;u&gt;&lt;strong&gt;love.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt; Action speak louder than words .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;♥TIMIE♥&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2724400827983633104-1063111558249542289?l=timiemaimai.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://timiemaimai.blogspot.com/feeds/1063111558249542289/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://timiemaimai.blogspot.com/2007/11/this-is-love.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2724400827983633104/posts/default/1063111558249542289'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2724400827983633104/posts/default/1063111558249542289'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://timiemaimai.blogspot.com/2007/11/this-is-love.html' title='♥This is LOVE♥'/><author><name>Timie Mariz II</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13237909977558465130</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mv5sqNX4dx4/SbG2D-OkBxI/AAAAAAAAAAM/GezFPmU7YSU/S220/Picture+124.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2724400827983633104.post-7062556947018668091</id><published>2007-11-06T09:52:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-11-08T22:20:34.341+08:00</updated><title type='text'>one good/bad day...</title><content type='html'>Ok I admit it, it's my fault. That freakin post I posted in ttalk started it all. Alam ko naman na ayaw niya magonline ako ng late e nagonline ako Pero sumingit lang ako para ipost yon.... haaay.... I spoil her day..Sana pumasok na lang ako :(&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2724400827983633104-7062556947018668091?l=timiemaimai.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://timiemaimai.blogspot.com/feeds/7062556947018668091/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://timiemaimai.blogspot.com/2007/11/one-goodbad-day.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2724400827983633104/posts/default/7062556947018668091'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2724400827983633104/posts/default/7062556947018668091'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://timiemaimai.blogspot.com/2007/11/one-goodbad-day.html' title='one good/bad day...'/><author><name>Timie Mariz II</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13237909977558465130</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mv5sqNX4dx4/SbG2D-OkBxI/AAAAAAAAAAM/GezFPmU7YSU/S220/Picture+124.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2724400827983633104.post-5467633102169730975</id><published>2007-11-05T22:41:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-07T08:10:02.389+08:00</updated><title type='text'>sulitin ang nalalabing araw....</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Last Friday I went to Davao City and stayed in my cousin's place in Sasa. That would the last blow for my sembreak. When we were on our way to Davao, I talked to Joey Zulueta, a finalist of Star Dance (a show in ABS-CBN 2 years ago, I betcha forget it already) and I was kinda amazed by his hair. I went to Gaisano Mall with my niece the afternoon after I arrived there. And like what I usually do, I ate for N times...lol... I was whining 'bout my weight but I can't help it, I really love cakes so I ordered myself a black forest cake and a sanzrival partnered with a mocha frappe then I ordered mango float for my niece.haha. And yesterday, my last day there, I went to SM and again I ate, not once, not twice but THRICE! That's all I did during the two remaining days of my vacation I don't wanna go back to school yet.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;and oh, btw, below is my pic fitting a dress in Kamiseta and me wearing my contacts... I'm lurving it... :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm wearing my newly bought contacts :)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i191.photobucket.com/albums/z161/timieimit/incontacts.jpg" alt="Photo Sharing and Video Hosting at Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;and i'm camwhoring at Kamiseta's fitting room...me a biatch...lol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i191.photobucket.com/albums/z161/timieimit/sakamiseta.jpg" alt="Photo Sharing and Video Hosting at Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2724400827983633104-5467633102169730975?l=timiemaimai.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://timiemaimai.blogspot.com/feeds/5467633102169730975/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://timiemaimai.blogspot.com/2007/11/sulitin-ang-nalalabing-araw.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2724400827983633104/posts/default/5467633102169730975'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2724400827983633104/posts/default/5467633102169730975'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://timiemaimai.blogspot.com/2007/11/sulitin-ang-nalalabing-araw.html' title='sulitin ang nalalabing araw....'/><author><name>Timie Mariz II</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13237909977558465130</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mv5sqNX4dx4/SbG2D-OkBxI/AAAAAAAAAAM/GezFPmU7YSU/S220/Picture+124.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2724400827983633104.post-4594945730421607913</id><published>2007-11-02T09:37:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-11-02T09:50:52.846+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Trick or Treat?</title><content type='html'>I'll be out of our pc for a week so I'm making the most out of it today...at the same time, I'm waiting for her to text me...She's still having her classes... minutes to go....I already miss her...Ganito na talaga ako kaloka..hehe...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know what's on my mom's head when she told us when we wake up that she's gonna give us a surprise...Sobrang minsan lang kung maisipan nya yang salitang "surprise" na yan eh.... at talaga naman nasurprise kami nang paglabas namin ng kwarto e sinalubong kami ng mga nakamaskarang pinsan ko...a vampire...yay...sa laking gulat ko napukpok ko tuloy...waaaahh...sorry cuz....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nasa mood mangtrip mama ko ngayon kaya nilulubos-lubos na namin...&lt;br /&gt;magpapadeliver kami ng pagkain for our lunch...Greenwich...yey!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2724400827983633104-4594945730421607913?l=timiemaimai.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://timiemaimai.blogspot.com/feeds/4594945730421607913/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://timiemaimai.blogspot.com/2007/11/trick-or-treat.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2724400827983633104/posts/default/4594945730421607913'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2724400827983633104/posts/default/4594945730421607913'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://timiemaimai.blogspot.com/2007/11/trick-or-treat.html' title='Trick or Treat?'/><author><name>Timie Mariz II</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13237909977558465130</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mv5sqNX4dx4/SbG2D-OkBxI/AAAAAAAAAAM/GezFPmU7YSU/S220/Picture+124.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2724400827983633104.post-8729057755710918167</id><published>2007-11-02T02:19:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-11-08T22:47:15.202+08:00</updated><title type='text'>i'm back....</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;I'd been in and out of blogspot for too long till i decided to stop blogging. I have just decided to blog again since I already have my internet connection here in our house and Cookie (Ean) is back to blogging, I'm a follower of her blog...haha... It's already late...yeah, it's already morning and I haven't yet found a nice skin for this blog. I'll be out for a week but I promise to be a regular blogger again as soon as I get back. =)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;♥Tim♥&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2724400827983633104-8729057755710918167?l=timiemaimai.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://timiemaimai.blogspot.com/feeds/8729057755710918167/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://timiemaimai.blogspot.com/2007/11/im-back.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2724400827983633104/posts/default/8729057755710918167'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2724400827983633104/posts/default/8729057755710918167'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://timiemaimai.blogspot.com/2007/11/im-back.html' title='i&apos;m back....'/><author><name>Timie Mariz II</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13237909977558465130</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mv5sqNX4dx4/SbG2D-OkBxI/AAAAAAAAAAM/GezFPmU7YSU/S220/Picture+124.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
