<?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-17575981630687432</id><updated>2011-08-05T12:08:02.712-07:00</updated><category term='Nurse&apos;s Life'/><category term='Life. Dream. Life. Love. Eat. Sleep.'/><category term='just post.'/><category term='Class'/><title type='text'>Being Real is Being Me.Ü</title><subtitle type='html'>Being real is being myself. Being myself is loving it. Loving myself means loving my PRIDE.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bubbliblue.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17575981630687432/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bubbliblue.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>xeieyenne - bLue</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15959941728748315398</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CxKywxQJwLo/Seh08KuR8FI/AAAAAAAAAH4/Z_uu0Stqct8/S220/00001.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>66</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17575981630687432.post-221660741329381444</id><published>2010-11-07T05:10:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2010-11-07T05:10:21.667-08:00</updated><title type='text'>UNDERCONSTRUCTION</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17575981630687432-221660741329381444?l=bubbliblue.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bubbliblue.blogspot.com/feeds/221660741329381444/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17575981630687432&amp;postID=221660741329381444&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17575981630687432/posts/default/221660741329381444'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17575981630687432/posts/default/221660741329381444'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bubbliblue.blogspot.com/2010/11/underconstruction.html' title='UNDERCONSTRUCTION'/><author><name>xeieyenne - bLue</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15959941728748315398</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CxKywxQJwLo/Seh08KuR8FI/AAAAAAAAAH4/Z_uu0Stqct8/S220/00001.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17575981630687432.post-7046135819064360622</id><published>2010-06-04T02:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-04T02:41:45.823-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Just Damn Confused.</title><content type='html'>If there is freedom, there is love.&lt;div&gt;No one loses anyone because no one owns anyone.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I feel like I'm in a realm world of oblivion right at this moment. Something in my mind tells me to wait, just to be patient and just wait for the right time to come. But it feels like I am waiting for a lifetime of forever.  Maybe this should I be practicing for all my life, the virtue of waiting.  I still believe in the quote "If you get what you want, you lose what you need."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;(not done... JKEV is waiting. lol)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17575981630687432-7046135819064360622?l=bubbliblue.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bubbliblue.blogspot.com/feeds/7046135819064360622/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17575981630687432&amp;postID=7046135819064360622&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17575981630687432/posts/default/7046135819064360622'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17575981630687432/posts/default/7046135819064360622'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bubbliblue.blogspot.com/2010/06/just-damn-confused.html' title='Just Damn Confused.'/><author><name>xeieyenne - bLue</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15959941728748315398</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CxKywxQJwLo/Seh08KuR8FI/AAAAAAAAAH4/Z_uu0Stqct8/S220/00001.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17575981630687432.post-4685488926007226651</id><published>2010-04-29T05:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-29T06:02:16.589-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I hate this odd Feeling.</title><content type='html'>I have not yet encounter the fact that I lose in my own fight. I couldn't stop thinking why I did it and why I am sad *sigh* when it was my game after all. (dang It's Karma baby). Well, now I learned my lesson.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Blah blah blah. I wanna start a new life, having a great feeling that I am still in love with my boyfriend, Kent. Advance 13th monsary baby.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What I wanted to do this summer is to swim in some water to refresh not only my physical body but my spiritual soul. I hope this emotional inadequacy of my life right now would fade away as soon as possible before my insanity took my mind. I have the feeling and the thoughts that I am fading because I have nothing to do with myself but to wait and having a persisting &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;paramdam&lt;/span&gt; to that person. Now I am starting a new path, but before that I want to pray. Praying makes me cry sometimes because I want to pray with feelings because I know that God wants me to feel that I really need it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God thank you because I have given me someone, who can accept me for who I am and for who I'm not. And having that person in my life would make me so happy because I know he is good and he will be good to me forever.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17575981630687432-4685488926007226651?l=bubbliblue.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bubbliblue.blogspot.com/feeds/4685488926007226651/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17575981630687432&amp;postID=4685488926007226651&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17575981630687432/posts/default/4685488926007226651'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17575981630687432/posts/default/4685488926007226651'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bubbliblue.blogspot.com/2010/04/i-hate-this-odd-feeling.html' title='I hate this odd Feeling.'/><author><name>xeieyenne - bLue</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15959941728748315398</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CxKywxQJwLo/Seh08KuR8FI/AAAAAAAAAH4/Z_uu0Stqct8/S220/00001.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17575981630687432.post-7132109844688375437</id><published>2010-01-26T21:47:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-26T21:54:11.289-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Today...?(a diary of Jan. 26, 2010)</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;              Another 26th day had passed. Even though it was 2 years had passed already, something won't ever change.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;               Today, it was something different. I knew inside me I moved on (I really did). But one thing I never understand is that, why there is something which is holding me back. Are they the pictures, gifts and texts messages that you had given to me? Or the memories of us together?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;               It's hard to fight to something that you don't know what will you fight for. It's hard to get hurt when you don't know what is the cause of it. And worse, it's hard to love when you know you have somebody else and he has someone new.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I know it's wrong. But this is only the truth. It's complicated and totally absurd. But I guess this situation is for the best.&lt;/div&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/17575981630687432-7132109844688375437?l=bubbliblue.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bubbliblue.blogspot.com/feeds/7132109844688375437/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17575981630687432&amp;postID=7132109844688375437&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17575981630687432/posts/default/7132109844688375437'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17575981630687432/posts/default/7132109844688375437'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bubbliblue.blogspot.com/2010/01/todaya-diary-of-jan-26-2010.html' title='Today...?(a diary of Jan. 26, 2010)'/><author><name>xeieyenne - bLue</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15959941728748315398</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CxKywxQJwLo/Seh08KuR8FI/AAAAAAAAAH4/Z_uu0Stqct8/S220/00001.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17575981630687432.post-7644929257007020302</id><published>2010-01-19T04:49:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-19T05:10:20.993-08:00</updated><title type='text'>My Mystery.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CxKywxQJwLo/S1WuAP6Mh9I/AAAAAAAAAIY/bHyiEm4RgPQ/s1600-h/Dup(1)Image040.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5428436245158856658" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CxKywxQJwLo/S1WuAP6Mh9I/AAAAAAAAAIY/bHyiEm4RgPQ/s320/Dup(1)Image040.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I haven't got any blogpost in my mind yet. But since I've got this one time oppotunity, let's grab it by the hand.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;First thing, I want to congratulate myself for being so lazy (as in lazy. nothing to do.) and sleep all day. (what a perfect day.)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;and second, I want to learn how to play dota. It's not the only game itself, but also the things to buy for "bangard"(tama ba?). DOTA Allstars is really good past time. Because it doesn't only interact with the other players but also the mind that unwinding in yor brain. and I just like it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;wish me luck!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17575981630687432-7644929257007020302?l=bubbliblue.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bubbliblue.blogspot.com/feeds/7644929257007020302/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17575981630687432&amp;postID=7644929257007020302&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17575981630687432/posts/default/7644929257007020302'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17575981630687432/posts/default/7644929257007020302'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bubbliblue.blogspot.com/2010/01/my-mystery.html' title='My Mystery.'/><author><name>xeieyenne - bLue</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15959941728748315398</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CxKywxQJwLo/Seh08KuR8FI/AAAAAAAAAH4/Z_uu0Stqct8/S220/00001.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CxKywxQJwLo/S1WuAP6Mh9I/AAAAAAAAAIY/bHyiEm4RgPQ/s72-c/Dup(1)Image040.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17575981630687432.post-8891344450379848797</id><published>2010-01-11T05:51:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-11T06:05:56.612-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Life. Dream. Life. Love. Eat. Sleep.'/><title type='text'>9th monsary</title><content type='html'>January 9, 2010 12:00 Am. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Ringgggg&lt;/span&gt;!!!&lt;br /&gt;It was our 9&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;monsary&lt;/span&gt;. Yes. (It was 12:05-12:10 AM of April 9,200, when we became an officially couple.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I greeted him with a message that I am thanking God that I found and met him, because a guy like him, is so difficult to find nowadays. Kind, Realistic, Gentleman and very approachable.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was my ward class at that day so I was kinda busy, so I haven't &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;texted&lt;/span&gt; him until 2 in the afternoon. After the ward class, I immediately texted him for our plans at that particular day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DANG! Can't reached him. Later did I now that he slept at too early that the sun was already arose. Haiii boys! He's not fond of playing DOTA but he's fond of playing RF Online. Super computer technology.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5 pm, he went to the house to fetch me. So much for being gentle dog!(aw aw!) He's wearing simple gray shirt, pants and oohh... rubber shoes. I wasn't ecpecting that he would wear a rubber shoes because he don't like hot clothes, shoes... anything warm nor hot. I don't know why.... But I was lucky.. He loves me.. super duper hot. hahaha. so much for a joke. But anyway, we ate our dinner at Chowking at 6:30 in the evening and then immediately went to T'Boli resort to swim. weeh.. swimming! hehe. The rest... should be left unwritten.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(PUBLIC BLOG EH! BASTA NAGSWIMMING KAMI SA T'BOLI... with friends... lamat sa nagsama samin!)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17575981630687432-8891344450379848797?l=bubbliblue.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bubbliblue.blogspot.com/feeds/8891344450379848797/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17575981630687432&amp;postID=8891344450379848797&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17575981630687432/posts/default/8891344450379848797'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17575981630687432/posts/default/8891344450379848797'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bubbliblue.blogspot.com/2010/01/9th-monsary.html' title='9th monsary'/><author><name>xeieyenne - bLue</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15959941728748315398</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CxKywxQJwLo/Seh08KuR8FI/AAAAAAAAAH4/Z_uu0Stqct8/S220/00001.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17575981630687432.post-6669027710480341071</id><published>2009-12-30T19:59:00.002-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-30T21:00:44.941-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Why him?</title><content type='html'>Why I love and chose him?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;i love he's scent.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;i love his smile.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;i love his nice teeth.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;i love his chubby-ness.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;i love his being true to himself.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;he's great to be with.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;he knows who I am, and what I can and can't do.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;he knows what would I say, before I could say it.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;he knows me very well. my likes, and dislikes.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;he's vocal and too palaaway.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;he's super supportive.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;he contradict my impromtu decisions, but then agree with it.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;he can handle my kalulitan.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;he can get over my head soon before I go to bed.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;he can shut his mouth whenever I talk (I talk much.)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;he's super obedient.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;he can listen to me.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;he can slap my butt  whenever I'm damn bad.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;he can honestly say, I'm ugly at my ugly moments.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;and most especially, HE'S MINE.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17575981630687432-6669027710480341071?l=bubbliblue.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bubbliblue.blogspot.com/feeds/6669027710480341071/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17575981630687432&amp;postID=6669027710480341071&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17575981630687432/posts/default/6669027710480341071'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17575981630687432/posts/default/6669027710480341071'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bubbliblue.blogspot.com/2009/12/why-him_30.html' title='Why him?'/><author><name>xeieyenne - bLue</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15959941728748315398</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CxKywxQJwLo/Seh08KuR8FI/AAAAAAAAAH4/Z_uu0Stqct8/S220/00001.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17575981630687432.post-6087688424310279764</id><published>2009-12-30T19:59:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-30T19:59:31.638-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Why him?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17575981630687432-6087688424310279764?l=bubbliblue.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bubbliblue.blogspot.com/feeds/6087688424310279764/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17575981630687432&amp;postID=6087688424310279764&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17575981630687432/posts/default/6087688424310279764'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17575981630687432/posts/default/6087688424310279764'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bubbliblue.blogspot.com/2009/12/why-him.html' title='Why him?'/><author><name>xeieyenne - bLue</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15959941728748315398</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CxKywxQJwLo/Seh08KuR8FI/AAAAAAAAAH4/Z_uu0Stqct8/S220/00001.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17575981630687432.post-2974137104191376934</id><published>2009-06-23T07:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-23T08:17:27.637-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Blogging Starts.</title><content type='html'>When was the last time I posted my last blog? &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;hmmm&lt;/span&gt;. I couldn't remember anything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But anyways...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's been awhile since I announced to the public that my private life will be close. But then, ever since I've been in this colorful world (thanks to the Sun), my life has been very showbiz... So here I am again &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;infront&lt;/span&gt; of this technology so called monitor to post my thoughts and everything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;School time again...&lt;br /&gt;After a week in school, I feel exhausted. Sure my ex-boyfriend, Marc &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Jerick&lt;/span&gt; G. Chan, always told me "&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;hintay&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;ka&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;lang&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;mararanasan&lt;/span&gt; mo &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;rin&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;naranasan&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;ko&lt;/span&gt;." Sure I did experienced karma at that specific week. Since I am already in Junior level, every teacher expected us to be mature enough to cope up with our responsibilities. (OK now the subjects become the agent of stress)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Major classes are OK since we always &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;postponed our classes because we dont have any classroom to occupy. Hence our teacher decided to transfer out time on Saturdays.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;Minors are quite ok... Hmm let me think... It's not... It's a total chaos for me.  Geez, I feel being tricked by fate... I cant send myself through my deepest reverie, since all my subjects are demanding, it is because we are NURSING STUDENTS. Ok... Let's face the reality.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;UPDATING NEWS:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;Crisha Crae Uy: She's in Red Mobile Commercial. She's the short haired Girl with her boyfriend(kuno).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;Blue Mendoza will join the Boto Mo, I-Patrol mo... Required ata sa amin.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;And she will join herself in the "Ako Mismo" Campaign.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;That's all for now...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;xoxo,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;_bubblibLue_&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17575981630687432-2974137104191376934?l=bubbliblue.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bubbliblue.blogspot.com/feeds/2974137104191376934/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17575981630687432&amp;postID=2974137104191376934&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17575981630687432/posts/default/2974137104191376934'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17575981630687432/posts/default/2974137104191376934'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bubbliblue.blogspot.com/2009/06/blogging-starts.html' title='Blogging Starts.'/><author><name>xeieyenne - bLue</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15959941728748315398</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CxKywxQJwLo/Seh08KuR8FI/AAAAAAAAAH4/Z_uu0Stqct8/S220/00001.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17575981630687432.post-9008044966915973981</id><published>2009-06-07T08:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-07T08:06:46.887-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My Opinions....</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17575981630687432-9008044966915973981?l=bubbliblue.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bubbliblue.blogspot.com/feeds/9008044966915973981/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17575981630687432&amp;postID=9008044966915973981&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17575981630687432/posts/default/9008044966915973981'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17575981630687432/posts/default/9008044966915973981'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bubbliblue.blogspot.com/2009/06/my-opinions.html' title='My Opinions....'/><author><name>xeieyenne - bLue</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15959941728748315398</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CxKywxQJwLo/Seh08KuR8FI/AAAAAAAAAH4/Z_uu0Stqct8/S220/00001.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17575981630687432.post-1865607533844636751</id><published>2009-05-29T08:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-29T08:37:50.689-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm Happily Satisfied. Rest are still unwritten.</title><content type='html'>Life...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What's my life all about? I've been infront of lime light since then, yet it start to change when I start my life in college. Where I end up loving my life as a simple living organism.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This past few years of my life, I admit, that I love dating boys... Lots of boys. "Collect and collect then select." A good motto for any girls who have lots of men waiting for their yes. ( Gees I started to sound such insane mammal here.) But honestly, I love dating guys. Lots of guys. Here's this, basketball player, which turns out the MVP of UAAP Jr. (Can you guess who's he?) There's this guy, Fil-Am-Chi-Spa (Filipino-American-Chinese-Spanish) whom I dated just 3 months time(such a loser!), a man whom can be unbearble ever who is sooooooo boastful of their wealth, and lately I discovered the dirty politics of his family (shh! Gees...) and latest ex whom I really called my first true love, the most amazing guy I've ever met. Yes indeed, until now.&lt;br /&gt;But frankly speaking... most of my ex-boyfriends are let's say... NAGIGING Mr. Inrtams... (bakt ganun ano???)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yet somethings changed, as I stepped my foot on the pace of college, my perceptions begun unwind its laces. I've been inlove with a guy whom I really know doesn't exist. But I was wrong. Not too soon, I've fallen to his venom of love. Punctured all over my heart, whom he and only he can cure. Soon, we've been hanging out... Time for something new, something new I wanted to last...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let's listen to the tickling of the clock...&lt;br /&gt;and see every drop of the ink of thy ballpen...&lt;br /&gt;cause still the rest of ours... are still unwritten.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MOOD: in love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;xoxo,&lt;br /&gt;blue.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17575981630687432-1865607533844636751?l=bubbliblue.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bubbliblue.blogspot.com/feeds/1865607533844636751/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17575981630687432&amp;postID=1865607533844636751&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17575981630687432/posts/default/1865607533844636751'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17575981630687432/posts/default/1865607533844636751'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bubbliblue.blogspot.com/2009/05/im-happily-satisfied-rest-are-still.html' title='I&apos;m Happily Satisfied. Rest are still unwritten.'/><author><name>xeieyenne - bLue</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15959941728748315398</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CxKywxQJwLo/Seh08KuR8FI/AAAAAAAAAH4/Z_uu0Stqct8/S220/00001.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17575981630687432.post-3634649370732344544</id><published>2009-05-10T04:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-10T04:57:08.098-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Heart from a daughter.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:180%;"&gt;HEART FROM A DAUGHTER&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Two years ago, before we discovered that my father has a brain tumor, and it should be remove immediately. The operation was successful and again, back to normal life without any extra cash in our pockets. But atleast, from that experience we learned that our family was there to support us. Both from my father and mother's side.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last year, before summer class would start, my father had a seizure due to stress from his work and I should have known that. I know all the story. DAMN! Why would they hire a "much more" programmer from Manila, if in the end the program will just a smash trash? I should have known. I want to insult them at that very moment. Haha. They insulted my father's intelligence, yet they come begging for my father's work... Are they pathetic? I should have known. I can motivate my father to take his pride. But he never did, because he believed that it is wrong. see? I can't believe that religious **** face institution would did that. DAMN! If they didn't insist for their program to be that fast, my father wouldn't have a seizure. ARE THEY PAYING FOR HOSPITAL BILLS? HELL NO!!! **** THEM!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And now, after the CT scan, my father was diagnosed again with another mass inside his brain. My father couldn't sleep at night because of the bills for his operation, and now, I must stopschooling because of that. Atleast I understand, I just pitied my mother who still standing tall for us. and as a the eldest and strong enough I must also do something. Sometimes, I hate that institution, I never wonder why some professors are walking away, it is because of their LOW RATES salaries, and not to mention their demands of these and thats. I must pretty admit, that some students there are just being boastful, and to take a glance of their grades... the highest would be 2, a shame for theirselves and for their family.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If I could boast a thing to the world, I would boast that my family has family member of literate and educated individuals. My dad is a topnatcher in MSU and all his life is a scholar with allowance; my mom is a top 10 student in any school she had attended, even in San Carlos, Cebu. My little brother who never studies his lessons but look he's on the star section and me, who is not quite that intelligent and a lax person, who passed nursing for almost 2 years. I know I can't boast enough in my side but to tell you frankly, I'm not that intelligent enough, but I have guts to pass my subjects.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I, Roxanne Cheyselle Blue Mendoza, SN, have a heart who cares for her parents so much, that I'm willing to take an armor and a sword to fight for any obstacles that will come in my way.&lt;br /&gt;This emotional, silent girl is signing off. It's for you to hear me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17575981630687432-3634649370732344544?l=bubbliblue.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bubbliblue.blogspot.com/feeds/3634649370732344544/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17575981630687432&amp;postID=3634649370732344544&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17575981630687432/posts/default/3634649370732344544'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17575981630687432/posts/default/3634649370732344544'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bubbliblue.blogspot.com/2009/05/heart-from-daughter.html' title='Heart from a daughter.'/><author><name>xeieyenne - bLue</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15959941728748315398</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CxKywxQJwLo/Seh08KuR8FI/AAAAAAAAAH4/Z_uu0Stqct8/S220/00001.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17575981630687432.post-7214409011855675533</id><published>2009-05-05T22:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-05T23:05:11.979-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Pre-Braces Times.</title><content type='html'>My Pre-Braces Times.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm indeed a &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;late bloomer&lt;/span&gt;. I haven't yet bloom since I was born onto this unknown thing called World. (haha. is this part of the blog?)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have a imperfect teeth since my permanent teeth started to show off.. urrgghh... well atleast i ahve complete teeth. Lol. Well, this blog entry was just a sharing of my pre-braces times, which I can simply admit that it's so &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;samok.&lt;/span&gt; Really.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was my mom idea to give me a braces for my self-esteem thingy. LOL. Really. hehehe... So she told me if I am free I will go to the dentist and have a check up. Request and request.. X-ray and picture-picture. Weird... I have to smile and smile always. I also have to bite the white thingy, that for me, like cartilage of my ear. Shoot. Woah... I have to smile and show my imperfect teeth. And then process. After the process I need to pay 600 Philippine Peso Bill, for each picture-picture and x-ray. Ok? Really samok right? and also expensive...a suicidal part of my mom brown with black laces wallet. hehe.. But thanks to my mom. She really indeed try her best to make me a hmmm... presentable?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next Step. Putting on the Braces. Ouch! "For my coming debut party. well, let's take it as a grand celebration. I think my whole family are preparing their speech already. Grudges!!! I think like my birthay party last year, my dad will once again, reant the whole resort in Gumasa. hmm... Suggestion.. I want Bohol. So that my godparent, Alvin Uy (Mayor of Tagbilaran, Bohol) can come. Toinks..So much for a wish.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17575981630687432-7214409011855675533?l=bubbliblue.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bubbliblue.blogspot.com/feeds/7214409011855675533/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17575981630687432&amp;postID=7214409011855675533&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17575981630687432/posts/default/7214409011855675533'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17575981630687432/posts/default/7214409011855675533'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bubbliblue.blogspot.com/2009/05/pre-braces-times.html' title='Pre-Braces Times.'/><author><name>xeieyenne - bLue</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15959941728748315398</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CxKywxQJwLo/Seh08KuR8FI/AAAAAAAAAH4/Z_uu0Stqct8/S220/00001.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17575981630687432.post-5053155494127775726</id><published>2009-04-29T21:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-29T21:34:15.246-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Reading is Wonderful.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.lovefatedestiny.com/romanticstories5.htm"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Romantic Story&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17575981630687432-5053155494127775726?l=bubbliblue.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bubbliblue.blogspot.com/feeds/5053155494127775726/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17575981630687432&amp;postID=5053155494127775726&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17575981630687432/posts/default/5053155494127775726'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17575981630687432/posts/default/5053155494127775726'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bubbliblue.blogspot.com/2009/04/reading-is-wonderful.html' title='Reading is Wonderful.'/><author><name>xeieyenne - bLue</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15959941728748315398</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CxKywxQJwLo/Seh08KuR8FI/AAAAAAAAAH4/Z_uu0Stqct8/S220/00001.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17575981630687432.post-7898530952393155567</id><published>2009-04-28T21:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-28T21:35:40.897-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Popularity SuckS!</title><content type='html'>"When I grow up, I wanna be famous, I wanna be a star.&lt;br /&gt;I wanna be in movies.&lt;br /&gt;When I grow up, I wanna see the world, drive nice cars.&lt;br /&gt;I wanna have groupies."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is a portion of my favorite song &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;When I grow up by Pussycat Dolls&lt;/span&gt;. I totally love being one of the popular kids at school when I was in Elementary and High School. I belong to what so called rich and famous little girl at school. A girl who's name is mouth of the town and all what's happening in her life was being discuss. I totally being talked about when I was young, and I was happy about it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;High school years came, I'm one of the famous bitch that can say "collect and collect then select". At first, It's cool, since boys came craving for your sweet yes. Who wouldn't say yes, if all them are the campus heartthrobs right?? Offering you the world(even if you know it wouldn't happen. and would come and fetch you after school. It's s romantic for a boy to do that for a girl.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But after sometime, I come to realized that it wasn't that things that made you happy. Being popular couldn't give you much insurance of being a happy and complete person. It just not that it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's weird that people would call your name out from nowhere and see that she/he dont know who he/she was. It's weird like that. People would add you in friendster when infact you dont know who that is. People would steal your photos just to pretend you they are you. It's just so uncomfortable to be one of the rich and famous girl. People know about ypu and what's happening to you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Respect private lives." That's the best gift a person could give to me.. I want to have simple living. Without being the popular girl. As much as possible people wouldn't stare at me and see what i am wearing. is it guess or mossimo or just a simple shirt from school. I'm tired of being rich and famous girl. Being popular wont give me damn happiness. Parazzi from no where is a scary thing, and I've experiece that already.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So now... MY LIFE WILL BE CLOSE TO PUBLIC EYES.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*no editting will be done. It's cold t oget my fingers on the keyboard.*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17575981630687432-7898530952393155567?l=bubbliblue.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bubbliblue.blogspot.com/feeds/7898530952393155567/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17575981630687432&amp;postID=7898530952393155567&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17575981630687432/posts/default/7898530952393155567'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17575981630687432/posts/default/7898530952393155567'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bubbliblue.blogspot.com/2009/04/popularity-sucks.html' title='Popularity SuckS!'/><author><name>xeieyenne - bLue</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15959941728748315398</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CxKywxQJwLo/Seh08KuR8FI/AAAAAAAAAH4/Z_uu0Stqct8/S220/00001.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17575981630687432.post-5364438646726384428</id><published>2009-04-17T04:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-17T05:10:11.823-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Not  Just Another Title.</title><content type='html'>I couldn't think of a nice title since I dont know what are the things in my mind right now. Things that somehow related in my present life ( school, parents, money"yes financial crisis", work loads, 7:30 classes which I couldn't bare 'cuz i cant wake up early, and the fact that I do have a boyfriend.) Things I may or may not endure, but still I'm fighting for it. It is because I know that I'd be happy because of these things.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Classes have passed and still I couldn't demand for my brain to wake up early. Let's just say my daily habit for the 2-week long vacation was sleeping, since last semester was a very harsh for us nursing students. We completed the requirements before the deadline, and take note, we studied a bunch of papers or let's call it handouts just to pass the subject and study (not just study but memorize!) all the words we've been tackled for the objective type of test for the exam on the following week. We, students, bared the sleepless nights and zits that we've experienced just for us to prove that we deserved to proceed the next level.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So back to where I'm talking, I'm here infront of the computer which I just rented for an hour or two. *LOL* The purpose of what I'm doing here is that, I should research for our report in Nutrition 1. Well, since we are all tasked by our leader *stand up for free leader*, I couldn't do anything but to follow the certain instructions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*NUTRITION*&lt;br /&gt;I was just a bit surprise because my ex*the hell ex* prof last year was my prof now. *oohh..* and I heard lot of comments, not so good cooments, about him.&lt;br /&gt;First day of class, I've been more suprise because we had our first quiz. Yes you heard it right. FIRST QUIZ! A bit surprise and totally shocked, I panicked because I dont have a paper * so much for a soldier* But I've been more suprised when we calculated the KCAL * i still dont know the meaning of this. damn!* I finished my quiz just on time and hopefully it was correct. Though I didn't expect that I'll get a perfect score, but atleast just a deserving score because I've done my best, even to the fact that I didn't brought my calculator with me. *Strike 2* I've finished it for 4 hours. *gosh!*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*PHARMACOLOGY*&lt;br /&gt;GOODLUCK FOR US said the other 3rd year nursing students, since they told us *scary*.&lt;br /&gt;Our C.I. seems so nice that I couldn't judge her. But let's see.&lt;br /&gt;Well, our sched should be on 2:15-4:15. But it was transfered to 5-7, since our C.I. cannot attend during those hours since she has a work on the MMC office as a pharmasist. So she consulted us for a 5-7 class. But this afternoon *late afternoon*, she told us for another option which is 12-2. *Woah!* 3 following subjects?? I think I couldn't bear that. *huhu*&lt;br /&gt;Let's just wait for the result tomorrow. and I wish for a better justice for this. What a democracy class. huhu..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS. I shouldn't be this judgemental or cruel, but my nose couldn't bare the smell of the child beside me. SWEAR!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17575981630687432-5364438646726384428?l=bubbliblue.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bubbliblue.blogspot.com/feeds/5364438646726384428/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17575981630687432&amp;postID=5364438646726384428&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17575981630687432/posts/default/5364438646726384428'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17575981630687432/posts/default/5364438646726384428'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bubbliblue.blogspot.com/2009/04/not-just-another-title.html' title='Not  Just Another Title.'/><author><name>xeieyenne - bLue</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15959941728748315398</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CxKywxQJwLo/Seh08KuR8FI/AAAAAAAAAH4/Z_uu0Stqct8/S220/00001.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17575981630687432.post-6351141647097459775</id><published>2009-04-06T23:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-06T23:12:39.777-07:00</updated><title type='text'>What keeps mw busy in my lone times?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CxKywxQJwLo/SdruTjxiSgI/AAAAAAAAAHs/NtbE5mgLOJ0/s1600-h/Dup%281%29Image009.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CxKywxQJwLo/SdruTjxiSgI/AAAAAAAAAHs/NtbE5mgLOJ0/s320/Dup%281%29Image009.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5321827929479596546" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So many times I tripped and been fooled by love. It doesn’t even make sense to me to that ‘love’ makes me so messed up. Although I know that I am vulnerable to its toxic still my heart and my mind are aiming for it some more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; I haven’t been blogging since then, because of busy schedule and I felt sorry for that. I don’t want expressing my thoughts because I know that it would just be a mess in my part to show the world how I feel, and since I know nobody would dare to read my thoughts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; These past few days I’ve been very confused of what I feel for this guy, whom I discover was the best friend of my cousin, Ate Cheryl, way back in their high school years. I met this guy at the party of my friend Abigail, who is the cousin of my friend April. It was just a sudden astonish that I found him interesting that I ever thought. He was just a story told by my friends and I wasn’t fascinated by those. Then at the moment I met him, I struck by his charm existence, and I couldn’t even explain what I felt at that particular moment. I got his number from my friend and then, we became text mates. I thought he was so arrogant that he doesn’t want to communicate with a stranger like me (Yes indeed I’m a stranger, then).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; The day after we met, he rode me home because nobody was there to ride me home then. It was 11 in the evening when I decided to go home, and just one text away, he was there, like a knight in shining armor. I was surprise that without any hesitant he came to me and saved me from any danger of the street. Day by day, we texted each other and would exchange ideas of whatever would be our topic were. I knew at the moment, I was falling for him, deeply (uh-oh.). And I wasn’t surprise, though; he was the guy who doesn’t want to be mature.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; We started to hang out each and every day, and we were happy at those moments. We knew although in silence, we are blissful each time we were together  We do have many commons, not just the three word names that our parents gave to us, but also the qualities and characteristics we comprise.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; now, still I seek him, though I know he’s a thousand miles away, I still seek for his presence, the charm of his smile, the hug that he always give and the goodnight kiss that we made. Now I know the rest is still unwritten, but I hope and wish that unwritten part would be a great part that God will give to us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; PS. My family likes his family. “Whoa! Take that!”&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17575981630687432-6351141647097459775?l=bubbliblue.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bubbliblue.blogspot.com/feeds/6351141647097459775/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17575981630687432&amp;postID=6351141647097459775&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17575981630687432/posts/default/6351141647097459775'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17575981630687432/posts/default/6351141647097459775'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bubbliblue.blogspot.com/2009/04/what-keeps-mw-busy-in-my-lone-times.html' title='What keeps mw busy in my lone times?'/><author><name>xeieyenne - bLue</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15959941728748315398</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CxKywxQJwLo/Seh08KuR8FI/AAAAAAAAAH4/Z_uu0Stqct8/S220/00001.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CxKywxQJwLo/SdruTjxiSgI/AAAAAAAAAHs/NtbE5mgLOJ0/s72-c/Dup%281%29Image009.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17575981630687432.post-7033355697726707551</id><published>2009-03-05T04:03:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-03-05T04:25:04.459-08:00</updated><title type='text'>My Inspiration</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CxKywxQJwLo/Sa_DS4vHzWI/AAAAAAAAAHk/fP46_YMGaCo/s1600-h/12312.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CxKywxQJwLo/Sa_DS4vHzWI/AAAAAAAAAHk/fP46_YMGaCo/s320/12312.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5309677214928194914" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my inspiration and expiration.&lt;br /&gt;my respiration.&lt;br /&gt;my nursing hobby.&lt;br /&gt;my nsg diagnosis, and only him can implement intervention.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;kilala nyo?&lt;br /&gt;hehe.. shhhh....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He greeted me "hi". I'm always blushing whenever he's near me. I'm crazy for him, not really that crazy, but I'm sure, I do like him.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17575981630687432-7033355697726707551?l=bubbliblue.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bubbliblue.blogspot.com/feeds/7033355697726707551/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17575981630687432&amp;postID=7033355697726707551&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17575981630687432/posts/default/7033355697726707551'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17575981630687432/posts/default/7033355697726707551'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bubbliblue.blogspot.com/2009/03/my-inspiration.html' title='My Inspiration'/><author><name>xeieyenne - bLue</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15959941728748315398</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CxKywxQJwLo/Seh08KuR8FI/AAAAAAAAAH4/Z_uu0Stqct8/S220/00001.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CxKywxQJwLo/Sa_DS4vHzWI/AAAAAAAAAHk/fP46_YMGaCo/s72-c/12312.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17575981630687432.post-565980478738011725</id><published>2009-03-05T03:19:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-03-05T03:54:40.138-08:00</updated><title type='text'>It's always been you.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CxKywxQJwLo/Sa-9Yalp9ZI/AAAAAAAAAHc/Iz4h8Mr8cwY/s1600-h/1_228475097l.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CxKywxQJwLo/Sa-9Yalp9ZI/AAAAAAAAAHc/Iz4h8Mr8cwY/s320/1_228475097l.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5309670712844875154" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't help but post the picture of us, after the show. that's it. I'm tired of this mess. but still I'm thirst by his love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I miss him, and everything of him.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17575981630687432-565980478738011725?l=bubbliblue.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bubbliblue.blogspot.com/feeds/565980478738011725/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17575981630687432&amp;postID=565980478738011725&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17575981630687432/posts/default/565980478738011725'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17575981630687432/posts/default/565980478738011725'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bubbliblue.blogspot.com/2009/03/its-always-been-you.html' title='It&apos;s always been you.'/><author><name>xeieyenne - bLue</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15959941728748315398</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CxKywxQJwLo/Seh08KuR8FI/AAAAAAAAAH4/Z_uu0Stqct8/S220/00001.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CxKywxQJwLo/Sa-9Yalp9ZI/AAAAAAAAAHc/Iz4h8Mr8cwY/s72-c/1_228475097l.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17575981630687432.post-6979246793467823660</id><published>2009-02-04T18:53:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-04T19:01:17.376-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Im damn inlove. capping tomorrow.</title><content type='html'>Ok.. my entry that i typed just a few moments ago just blown off. damn!!! what computer is this?!?!?! crap!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WEll, I want able to use the net these past few days for reason : I am preparing for more important events of my life. such as RD, Econ assign and Capping, Pinning and Candle Lighting Ceremony, which will be held tomorrow. how was that. so I got to go. need to find my assign. damn where is it.?!?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;RD: no thanks.. Ma'am Mendoza again uhhhgggrrr!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17575981630687432-6979246793467823660?l=bubbliblue.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bubbliblue.blogspot.com/feeds/6979246793467823660/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17575981630687432&amp;postID=6979246793467823660&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17575981630687432/posts/default/6979246793467823660'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17575981630687432/posts/default/6979246793467823660'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bubbliblue.blogspot.com/2009/02/im-damn-inlove-capping-tomorrow.html' title='Im damn inlove. capping tomorrow.'/><author><name>xeieyenne - bLue</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15959941728748315398</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CxKywxQJwLo/Seh08KuR8FI/AAAAAAAAAH4/Z_uu0Stqct8/S220/00001.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17575981630687432.post-6622140175883186122</id><published>2009-01-25T02:57:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-25T02:58:11.221-08:00</updated><title type='text'>result of boredom</title><content type='html'>my name is: Blue&lt;br /&gt;this morning i was: dreaming.&lt;br /&gt;im afraid of: roaches&lt;br /&gt;i dream about: him... tingnan nyo na lang sa pizzahut..2 un. mali ang isa. haha!&lt;br /&gt;Have You Ever...&lt;br /&gt;pictured your crush naked?: haha. yes!!!&lt;br /&gt;been in love: yes&lt;br /&gt;cried when someone died: yes&lt;br /&gt;lied: we all do&lt;br /&gt;flowers or candy: both..&lt;br /&gt;scruff or clean shaven: clean shaven.&lt;br /&gt;tall or short: masmatangkadsakin. haha&lt;br /&gt;With The Opposite Sex...&lt;br /&gt;what do you notice first?: nose! haha!&lt;br /&gt;last person you slow danced with: xa... when was it?&lt;br /&gt;worst question to ask:&lt;br /&gt;Who...&lt;br /&gt;makes you laugh the most?: hmmm.. myself..hahah...&lt;br /&gt;makes you smile: HIM&lt;br /&gt;gives you a funny feeling when you see them: hmm..myself in teh mirror...&lt;br /&gt;is easier talk to: boys or girls?: bayot. promise... hahaha.... ojke.. it depends on a person if he or she is an open minded one.&lt;br /&gt;Do You Ever...&lt;br /&gt;sit on the internet waiting for someone special to IM you?: hmm yup.. plano namin eh.. na una akong umuwi ng bahay kasi hinatid nya ako. oh bongga&lt;br /&gt;save AIM conversations?: nope&lt;br /&gt;wish you were a member of the opposite sex?: no!&lt;br /&gt;cry because of something someone has said: yea&lt;br /&gt;pray?: OFCOURSE&lt;br /&gt;Have You Ever...&lt;br /&gt;fallen for your best friend?: yeah.. that was before. yuck tibo ako.&lt;br /&gt;rejected someone: yea&lt;br /&gt;cheated on someone: yea?&lt;br /&gt;been cheated on: yea&lt;br /&gt;done something you regretted: superYES&lt;br /&gt;wanted to die: YES!&lt;br /&gt;Who Was The Last Person...&lt;br /&gt;you talked to on the phone: gale?&lt;br /&gt;hugged: puppy&lt;br /&gt;you instant messaged: astigkabill.&lt;br /&gt;you laughed with: hm.... sino buh katbi ko kanina..cla tate.&lt;br /&gt;Do You...&lt;br /&gt;color your hair:no plans&lt;br /&gt;ever get off the computer: huh?&lt;br /&gt;habla espanol: what was that? translator pls!&lt;br /&gt;sprechen sie deutsches: WTF!&lt;br /&gt;fight with your parents: yup! haha! bad daugh&lt;br /&gt;have friends you've lost touch with: yes.. dennise! where are you?!?!!&lt;br /&gt;feel happy?: nope!&lt;br /&gt;wish you could fly away.. far, far away?: yes! as in super alis sa solar system...&lt;br /&gt;believe in God?: YUP.&lt;br /&gt;could you live without the computer?: yes. kaya nila noon.. makakaya ko ngaun... kung ala talagang umimbento ng comp... sa history, para lang ito sa military.. tapos nagingicon na..sikat na ang comp.&lt;br /&gt;what's your favorite candy?: wala&lt;br /&gt;whats your favorite fruit?: now?suha. un binigay nya eh and mangga..(di hinog)&lt;br /&gt;sunrise or sunset?: both.. both have different excellent meaning in life.&lt;br /&gt;what hurts the most? physical pain or emotional pain? emotional pain&lt;br /&gt;trust others way too easily?: kinda&lt;br /&gt;are your fingers cold?: yes&lt;br /&gt;coke or pepsi: COKE&lt;br /&gt;Final Questions...&lt;br /&gt;I want: HIM BACK!!!!&lt;br /&gt;I wish: HIS WITH ME&lt;br /&gt;I love: MARC JERICK GOLINGAN CHAN!&lt;br /&gt;I miss: MARC JERICK GOLINGAN CHAN&lt;br /&gt;I fear: TO LOSE HIM FOREVER!&lt;br /&gt;I hear: SOUNDS?&lt;br /&gt;I smell: fart. kidding!&lt;br /&gt;I wonder: what will happen next?!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17575981630687432-6622140175883186122?l=bubbliblue.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bubbliblue.blogspot.com/feeds/6622140175883186122/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17575981630687432&amp;postID=6622140175883186122&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17575981630687432/posts/default/6622140175883186122'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17575981630687432/posts/default/6622140175883186122'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bubbliblue.blogspot.com/2009/01/result-of-boredom.html' title='result of boredom'/><author><name>xeieyenne - bLue</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15959941728748315398</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CxKywxQJwLo/Seh08KuR8FI/AAAAAAAAAH4/Z_uu0Stqct8/S220/00001.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17575981630687432.post-2205255151618579757</id><published>2009-01-23T20:12:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-23T20:37:39.670-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Nurse&apos;s Life'/><title type='text'>Always be Wanting, Needing and Loving Him</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;It's a rainy morning as I woke up today. Like I was doing almost everyday,(to tell you, even when there's a class) I will still hug my pillow tight wishing it was him. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;yeah i know it is so pathetic, but still i love it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Well, I made my way to school so that I can catch up with our dean to give a down payment on the "shoes" for the capping, but unfortunately, I wasn't been inform that the office is closed. Crap! Well, since the decoration committee is there, I joined them for a while, since I'm waiting for the time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But what made me update my blog today is the scenario at the canteen.&lt;br /&gt;Characters:&lt;br /&gt;Jessy, Ma'am Rochelle Menor, Ma'am Gallor and ofcourse. AKO!&lt;br /&gt;well the story goes like this...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CANTEEN MOMENT:&lt;br /&gt;Jessy: "Blue, ipasa mo na daw ang RLE mo kay Ma'am Menor, sabi nya."&lt;br /&gt;Blue: "San xa? tapos ko naman pasa. nung exam pa."&lt;br /&gt;Jessy:"ayun oh!"&lt;br /&gt;Blue:"San?"&lt;br /&gt;Jessy:"ayun oh, sulod na lang."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;-I went inside of the canteen-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I saw Ma'am Menor waving her hands, indicating,"Halika dito."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Blue: Ma'am ano po yun Ma'am?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Ma'am Menor:"Ipasa mo yung RLE mo sakin."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Blue:"yung mga RD Ma'aM?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Ma'am Menor:"oo"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Blue:"Napasa ko na Ma'am yung exam pa. Yun ung sinabi ko na regalo ko nung birthday mo."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Ma'am Menor:"Bakit walang pangalan"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Blue:"nandun sa mga RD Ma'am."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Ma'am Menor:"ah cge.hahanapin ko na lang."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Blue:"Ok Ma'am thanks Ma'am." - I faced Ma'am Gallor, and then I greeted her.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Ma'am Gallor: She smiled.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Ma'am Menor: Siya si blue.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Ma'am Gallor: She looked at me and then smiled. and then continue to eat.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;blue:"Ah ma'am alis na po ako. Good bye Ma'am"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;-What was that??!?!? Last Monday I think, Sir Dagoc also talked to me and he did mentioned my name, though I'm not her student even for the past semester. waah!!! (Ma'am Menor did mentioned my name as "Ms. Mendoza". what da?!?! huhu...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;"I want my life to be private as it is."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17575981630687432-2205255151618579757?l=bubbliblue.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bubbliblue.blogspot.com/feeds/2205255151618579757/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17575981630687432&amp;postID=2205255151618579757&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17575981630687432/posts/default/2205255151618579757'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17575981630687432/posts/default/2205255151618579757'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bubbliblue.blogspot.com/2009/01/always-be-wanting-needing-and-loving.html' title='Always be Wanting, Needing and Loving Him'/><author><name>xeieyenne - bLue</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15959941728748315398</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CxKywxQJwLo/Seh08KuR8FI/AAAAAAAAAH4/Z_uu0Stqct8/S220/00001.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17575981630687432.post-713698810177933812</id><published>2009-01-17T04:04:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-17T00:21:38.042-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Nurse&apos;s Life'/><title type='text'>Where's the Justice?</title><content type='html'>I &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;don't&lt;/span&gt; know where would I start my "&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;reklamos&lt;/span&gt;". JOKE! Well, I just want to let my feelings out. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;huhu&lt;/span&gt;..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, first of all thank you thank you! that I'm &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;not late&lt;/span&gt; in our practice this day, though in reality if we really follow the time &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;given&lt;/span&gt; my Ms. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;Escobillo&lt;/span&gt;, I'm 10 minutes late that mean I can have a 2 hours extension duty. But thanks for the other &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;officers&lt;/span&gt; that they given us considerate.Though still there are still student who are late; they shouldn't also be blame because it is an urgent announcement.hehe. (thanks Cass for the text message last night.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As for my comment, hmm... Well, tomorrow (Sunday) we will have again our practice and to tell you this. again it is whole day practice. As I mentioned earlier we have a return demonstation this coming Monday. So where's the justice. by the way, 3 return demonstration namely Nebulization, Suctioning and Oxygenation; relation to respiratory system. and before the RD we will have our Post test about we have tackled before the examination. huhu!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;goodluck to me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17575981630687432-713698810177933812?l=bubbliblue.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bubbliblue.blogspot.com/feeds/713698810177933812/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17575981630687432&amp;postID=713698810177933812&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17575981630687432/posts/default/713698810177933812'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17575981630687432/posts/default/713698810177933812'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bubbliblue.blogspot.com/2009/01/wheres-justice.html' title='Where&apos;s the Justice?'/><author><name>xeieyenne - bLue</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15959941728748315398</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CxKywxQJwLo/Seh08KuR8FI/AAAAAAAAAH4/Z_uu0Stqct8/S220/00001.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17575981630687432.post-5241453553725637358</id><published>2009-01-16T00:10:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-16T01:10:43.563-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Life. Dream. Life. Love. Eat. Sleep.'/><title type='text'>Dameans Certified Meriendahan.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CxKywxQJwLo/SXBI_CJz10I/AAAAAAAAAHU/eUbW9LPfq7U/s1600-h/%7EbubbLibLue%7E014.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 125px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CxKywxQJwLo/SXBI_CJz10I/AAAAAAAAAHU/eUbW9LPfq7U/s320/%7EbubbLibLue%7E014.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5291809809907308354" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CxKywxQJwLo/SXBI-9iokoI/AAAAAAAAAHM/zWVILPsz5Ng/s1600-h/%7EbubbLibLue%7E012.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 151px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CxKywxQJwLo/SXBI-9iokoI/AAAAAAAAAHM/zWVILPsz5Ng/s320/%7EbubbLibLue%7E012.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5291809808669250178" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CxKywxQJwLo/SXBI-8X4heI/AAAAAAAAAHE/K68nGi52Pwc/s1600-h/%7EbubbLibLue%7E013.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 134px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CxKywxQJwLo/SXBI-8X4heI/AAAAAAAAAHE/K68nGi52Pwc/s320/%7EbubbLibLue%7E013.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5291809808355722722" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We all know that today's life is very indeed difficult. You can't see 500 bucks in the road (like when I was a kid, i found 500 bucks outside the church. lucky me.); if you drop a coin in the "&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;canal&lt;/span&gt;" you well get it even though you know will get your hand soiled and you save even a 5 centavo coin. See how difficult life it is now. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Damean&lt;/span&gt;, on the other hand, knows how to minimize the expenses of their daily lives and saving money for future use. (e.g. xerox copies, payment of anything and birthday presents.) Our batch is &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;quite&lt;/span&gt; very sweet. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;wee&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since I am a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;damean&lt;/span&gt;, I minimize my expenses by buying &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;nutritious&lt;/span&gt; foods that aren't having me a sore in my pocket. Well, since in our group we are saving money for our capping so we can help our parents in the expenses, we decided to eat &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;turon, saging and camote cue&lt;/span&gt;. It's not that it's delicious and healthy, it's also cheaper compared to the foods in the canteen. Speaking also with nutrious facts, we did never bought a coke. haha! Because we are afraid of &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;diabetes&lt;/span&gt;, which is now a pandemic illness. So let's drink&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; Coke Zero&lt;/span&gt;. I'm just kidding. hehe.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17575981630687432-5241453553725637358?l=bubbliblue.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bubbliblue.blogspot.com/feeds/5241453553725637358/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17575981630687432&amp;postID=5241453553725637358&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17575981630687432/posts/default/5241453553725637358'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17575981630687432/posts/default/5241453553725637358'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bubbliblue.blogspot.com/2009/01/dameans-certified-meriendahan.html' title='Dameans Certified Meriendahan.'/><author><name>xeieyenne - bLue</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15959941728748315398</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CxKywxQJwLo/Seh08KuR8FI/AAAAAAAAAH4/Z_uu0Stqct8/S220/00001.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CxKywxQJwLo/SXBI_CJz10I/AAAAAAAAAHU/eUbW9LPfq7U/s72-c/%7EbubbLibLue%7E014.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17575981630687432.post-4199467099007277228</id><published>2009-01-15T01:48:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-15T02:00:02.707-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='just post.'/><title type='text'>My Friend Had Replace Isabella Swan</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CxKywxQJwLo/SW8Gk7TQp7I/AAAAAAAAAGU/g_qPicPVq_U/s1600-h/IMG0277A.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CxKywxQJwLo/SW8Gk7TQp7I/AAAAAAAAAGU/g_qPicPVq_U/s320/IMG0277A.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5291455318647154610" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;(Photo was being &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;editted&lt;/span&gt; for Lit. 4)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is why I want to learn &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;PHOTOSHOP&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I couldn't get more &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;shobiz&lt;/span&gt; than this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First time I saw this, I must admit that I was quite envy about it, because the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;tarpulin&lt;/span&gt; was quite good and I wish I am the girl (not that to post in the lobby, where all &lt;span style="font-style: italic;" class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;damean&lt;/span&gt; could see it. The humiliating part ever.) Well, I was very intrigued because the picture is somehow very familiar to me. Then again, since we have classes I wasnt able to focus on it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happened that I passed by the lobby to go to the Marist gate, I have near view of the tarpulin, and really, I recognized the face in the tarpulin with Edward Cullen. It is my friend, Faith Patris. But then, I'm still not positive at the moment, that is why I texted her.(See technology does make our life easier.) (BLank!!!) No reply from the reciever of my text. But later at the day, I recieved a message from her, saying that she really is the girl in the tarpulin. It was their group project in Lit. 4 . She was being pushed through her classmate to replace &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Bella &lt;/span&gt;in the picture since she was the one who is available.&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; (My Gad! What a big Break!) &lt;/span&gt;So she did the photoshoot and &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;DANG! &lt;/span&gt;She's on the picture with Edward Cullen. How lucky she is... hehe..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;LESSON : Learn Adobe Photoshop.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17575981630687432-4199467099007277228?l=bubbliblue.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bubbliblue.blogspot.com/feeds/4199467099007277228/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17575981630687432&amp;postID=4199467099007277228&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17575981630687432/posts/default/4199467099007277228'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17575981630687432/posts/default/4199467099007277228'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bubbliblue.blogspot.com/2009/01/my-friend-had-replace-isabella-swan.html' title='My Friend Had Replace Isabella Swan'/><author><name>xeieyenne - bLue</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15959941728748315398</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CxKywxQJwLo/Seh08KuR8FI/AAAAAAAAAH4/Z_uu0Stqct8/S220/00001.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CxKywxQJwLo/SW8Gk7TQp7I/AAAAAAAAAGU/g_qPicPVq_U/s72-c/IMG0277A.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17575981630687432.post-2679768998057749155</id><published>2009-01-13T04:15:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-13T04:25:41.911-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sick druing exams.</title><content type='html'>My two Rules.&lt;br /&gt;Consant Change and Play!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A very tire-y day. I'm so weak that I couldnt even know if I'm pressing the apostrophe of this keyboard. Lol. Well, indeed this day was quite unbearable.  Though atleast, I saw HiM. And that would make my day, quite so fasinating. Lol.&lt;br /&gt; OB - it's just as simple as memorizing a rap with a piece of Eminem.&lt;br /&gt; ECON - my gosh... epistaxis on Test 2. Matching Type.. I really hate monkeys you know.&lt;br /&gt; STS - I'm reallyso pabaya.. "philosophy in life. answer ko.. philosophy of.?" gosh... I can't bear my brain is complete aching at the moment. I've been experiencing nausea at that moment. thanks for the Arozcaldo to the rescue.... XD&lt;br /&gt;  PEDIATRIC NURSING - DAMN... I cant barely sure if I'm writing the right answer. Hello! We just had our 2 meeting because inadequate man power. How was that? Do you expect us to stock up some quite tremendous information in just a little span of time? My gosh. I'm sorry for being blunt. But indeed, BSN - 2B is shouting for justice. JUSTICE MUST REIGH. ok enough.. Got to study NCM 101 becuase as far as I know it 250 + point and we'll going to take that up about let's say... less than 2 hours.. gosh... But I wont bother.. Becuase if Jerick can do.. So am I.... haha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Labeled.Ambivalent-&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17575981630687432-2679768998057749155?l=bubbliblue.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bubbliblue.blogspot.com/feeds/2679768998057749155/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17575981630687432&amp;postID=2679768998057749155&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17575981630687432/posts/default/2679768998057749155'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17575981630687432/posts/default/2679768998057749155'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bubbliblue.blogspot.com/2009/01/sick-druing-exams.html' title='Sick druing exams.'/><author><name>xeieyenne - bLue</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15959941728748315398</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CxKywxQJwLo/Seh08KuR8FI/AAAAAAAAAH4/Z_uu0Stqct8/S220/00001.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17575981630687432.post-186548698521741264</id><published>2009-01-10T04:37:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-10T04:37:43.066-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>My two Rules.&lt;br /&gt;Consant Change and Play!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I dont know why I'm feeling like this. I couldn't understand why I'm so dreadfully emotionless right now. though I still wait for him with a percent chance, yet still I understand&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess I dont want high school love anymore. A love that's so selfish and a love with jealousy.  I want TRUE Love.. Love with understanding, because I know at the end of the day, he still sits home with me. chanting our songs and lines of vows. I love him, and thanks to him i know what love is. I wont cry because its over and it hurts. But I will smile because I've learned that a guy like him would always be crazy all over me yey, will be independent to live a life even without me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BOW!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17575981630687432-186548698521741264?l=bubbliblue.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bubbliblue.blogspot.com/feeds/186548698521741264/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17575981630687432&amp;postID=186548698521741264&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17575981630687432/posts/default/186548698521741264'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17575981630687432/posts/default/186548698521741264'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bubbliblue.blogspot.com/2009/01/my-two-rules.html' title=''/><author><name>xeieyenne - bLue</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15959941728748315398</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CxKywxQJwLo/Seh08KuR8FI/AAAAAAAAAH4/Z_uu0Stqct8/S220/00001.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17575981630687432.post-7303924303995625549</id><published>2009-01-08T00:20:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-08T00:37:57.042-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Exams.</title><content type='html'>Few day from now, I will become a vombie once again. Rising from the sand of loneliness and grief, once I've been defeat. "&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;oh c'mon, what am I thinking? a drama would make my grade as perfect as it should be?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Exams as fast approaching, yet I'm still here taking a glance at my friendster, myspace and multiply account. Is that a good nursing student should be? where's my priority? Time management?&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Whoah... I'm arguing with myself again, which is I always do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Well, as time goes by my days become better and better. Which is good. Some time in Valentine's day, I should be ok. Ok that I am happy though I am in the world of single-hood. Well, it's not that I'm very happy because I'm back with the gang. But atleast I free from any stress and like "am I not good enough?" syndrome.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well since blogging is my online diary which my friends, hopefully reads it. (&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;haha!&lt;/span&gt;) I feel more like I'm in the world of mature people, though in the true life, according to my beloved parents, I'm not mature enough. (&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;teehee!&lt;/span&gt;) Well, growing up is a process. Let's take the line.. "there's no over night make up." that means all things in this world has it's process to grow and develop to achieve that optimum goal. And as far as we all know that all the goal that we want requires lot effort and perseverance to achieve it. hehe... wow.. (&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;tumatanda na ako! syempre mag-eeighteen na ako. LEGAL age na ako. pwede nang mag-asawa. toinks.&lt;/span&gt;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So as for conclusion, I therefore conclude that I need to find time to atleast make myself as lovely as possible, not only from the outside appearance but also spiritual and inside appearance??? hehe... ofcourse. Well, I will make myself health as possible.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BOW!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NOTE! Since it is already examination week. THERE WOULD BE NO NET ACCESS UNTIL FUTHER NOTICE. *&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;2 days exams lang po kami. so probably. wed lang... hehe&lt;/span&gt;.*&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17575981630687432-7303924303995625549?l=bubbliblue.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bubbliblue.blogspot.com/feeds/7303924303995625549/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17575981630687432&amp;postID=7303924303995625549&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17575981630687432/posts/default/7303924303995625549'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17575981630687432/posts/default/7303924303995625549'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bubbliblue.blogspot.com/2009/01/exams.html' title='Exams.'/><author><name>xeieyenne - bLue</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15959941728748315398</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CxKywxQJwLo/Seh08KuR8FI/AAAAAAAAAH4/Z_uu0Stqct8/S220/00001.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17575981630687432.post-8594985822174522162</id><published>2009-01-06T00:19:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-06T00:32:53.538-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Breathing in Me.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CxKywxQJwLo/SWMXApzBRkI/AAAAAAAAAGE/8Hjz6fP6axs/s1600-h/%7Esha%7E3209.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CxKywxQJwLo/SWMXApzBRkI/AAAAAAAAAGE/8Hjz6fP6axs/s320/%7Esha%7E3209.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5288095687450379842" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My two Rules.&lt;br /&gt;Consant Change and Play!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAPPY NEW YEAR!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ONE - Well, after few months of breathing in and breathing out, I found out that for the past few months I wrote some hypocrite blog entries. Now, that I finally decided for a change I wont change my blog, since I love my URL. But I will delete some of my entries.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TWO- Since now is the best time for change, I've broke up with him. Aw... Honestly HE broke up with me. Yes!!! Damn! &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I want my PRIDE back!&lt;/span&gt; But atleast now, I've been moving on. Yes, each day that had pass, is totally a new day for me to become better person. Thanks to him, that he made me much stronger. Thank You.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THREE- Since he broke up with me. I've got a new boyfriend. (YES!!!) Haha.. Well, that's life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FOUR - I will totally redesign my blog because my frienemy Ian Paul Carreon, got nice blog. Damn!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FIVE - From now on. My studies will be first on my list. So I've got to go.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ciao.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17575981630687432-8594985822174522162?l=bubbliblue.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bubbliblue.blogspot.com/feeds/8594985822174522162/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17575981630687432&amp;postID=8594985822174522162&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17575981630687432/posts/default/8594985822174522162'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17575981630687432/posts/default/8594985822174522162'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bubbliblue.blogspot.com/2009/01/breathing-in-me.html' title='Breathing in Me.'/><author><name>xeieyenne - bLue</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15959941728748315398</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CxKywxQJwLo/Seh08KuR8FI/AAAAAAAAAH4/Z_uu0Stqct8/S220/00001.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CxKywxQJwLo/SWMXApzBRkI/AAAAAAAAAGE/8Hjz6fP6axs/s72-c/%7Esha%7E3209.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17575981630687432.post-7546136567164073576</id><published>2008-09-14T00:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-14T01:38:52.108-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Reign of Eagles and the Girls Night Out</title><content type='html'>It was a very close fight between White Eagles and Red Lions. But still in the end the champion are the Colleges of Education and Nursing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After the Awarding Ceremony, my friends from the business college and I went to Tops to eat our dinner. hmm.. After that we went to Dry Docks to have our little party.. Ha-ha.. Oh well... we ordered 2 sets of liquors, Red horse Stallion and San Mig Lite. I first drank the Red Horse Stallion then San Mig lite. Hmm... Tough I know I’m a bit tipsy already when I drank the San Mig Lite; still I pursued to drink it. Hmm... At least I’m not a dead shot when we went home. It was late when we decided to go home. It was 1 AM. It was the first time ever in Gensan. And to think and conclude that my parents didn’t know the real thing happen. (BAD GIRL!) We decided to sleep over at April’s house since we cannot go home because we were really sound drunk. Without April’s Parents’ Consent, we went to her house and slept there. OHhh… It was really dangerous since we weren’t able to ask their permission.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*I was 2 days not in proper rest because we (my community group mates) worked on our community diagnosis. Then I went to the party just to have fun. I’m being rebellious. Enjoying my a bit single-hood life.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17575981630687432-7546136567164073576?l=bubbliblue.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bubbliblue.blogspot.com/feeds/7546136567164073576/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17575981630687432&amp;postID=7546136567164073576&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17575981630687432/posts/default/7546136567164073576'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17575981630687432/posts/default/7546136567164073576'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bubbliblue.blogspot.com/2008/09/reign-of-eagles-and-girls-night-out.html' title='Reign of Eagles and the Girls Night Out'/><author><name>xeieyenne - bLue</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15959941728748315398</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CxKywxQJwLo/Seh08KuR8FI/AAAAAAAAAH4/Z_uu0Stqct8/S220/00001.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17575981630687432.post-1652990834205062556</id><published>2008-09-07T21:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-07T21:43:14.042-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CxKywxQJwLo/SMStFPX4OmI/AAAAAAAAAEE/ZMSxxxpOEXs/s1600-h/NURSESLIFE.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5243506171703736930" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CxKywxQJwLo/SMStFPX4OmI/AAAAAAAAAEE/ZMSxxxpOEXs/s320/NURSESLIFE.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;My two Rules.&lt;br /&gt;Consant Change and Play!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I should tell that being a nursing student really requires alot of hardwork and dedication. Since we are now, wearing the so called "CHN Uniform" we are expected to be concious in our actions and in our words we say. Thanks God, I reached this stage but ofcourse I should not stop dreaming. Since we need to put in our mind that "we should not be contented to the things we have, we should dream big to achieve big." and "never do something for prestige or because people are watching you. Do the things you love so that the love of your work will reflect on who and what you are."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Things change and nowe I'm ready for being this way. Achieve for the better life for the others. It's not about helping yourself.. But it's about helping yourself to help others. Next step.... Capping and Pinning.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17575981630687432-1652990834205062556?l=bubbliblue.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bubbliblue.blogspot.com/feeds/1652990834205062556/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17575981630687432&amp;postID=1652990834205062556&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17575981630687432/posts/default/1652990834205062556'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17575981630687432/posts/default/1652990834205062556'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bubbliblue.blogspot.com/2008/09/my-two-rules.html' title=''/><author><name>xeieyenne - bLue</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15959941728748315398</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CxKywxQJwLo/Seh08KuR8FI/AAAAAAAAAH4/Z_uu0Stqct8/S220/00001.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CxKywxQJwLo/SMStFPX4OmI/AAAAAAAAAEE/ZMSxxxpOEXs/s72-c/NURSESLIFE.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17575981630687432.post-4024815414057362229</id><published>2008-08-05T02:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-05T03:08:31.063-07:00</updated><title type='text'>NurSinG iS a CALLiNg...(FlorenCe Nightingale)</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My two Rules.&lt;br /&gt;Consant Change and Play!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align=justify&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Long time of not blogging, sometimes make me feel sick. (CuZ) BLogging is the outlet of my daily exposure of bulk of problems and anxieties. Blogging is just a part of my daily life, right now and there. Maybe I can call this a hobby... hmm.. and Yes, indeed, it is a hobby. Alright now.. Stop.. Haha..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;June was very so high for me since it was my month of adjustment of being a second year student and also as a boyfriend of a not so hot guy, named Jerick Chan. (haha!)... Full of anxiety and very down syndrome filled my days of being her girl or let say wife. We fought for non-sense things(because of me... and always) hmm.. I know it's my fault.. haha! Im super duper selosa, and the thing was I have nothing to jealous be about cuz he's faithful to me.(faithful nga ba?) hmm.. Blah blah..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In school, demands of the teachers are overflowing.(kami daw ung naka-survive daw lage!) ehem! *But being a survivor doesnt mean that we dont have our weaknesses right?* I have a big problem regarding in the TIME MANANGEMENT Thingy.. But atleast now, I can handle it, slowly.(horay for me!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Obessession. + Punishment!&lt;br /&gt;I have new phone and I bought this Last July 16... aNyway, My Money. See? Im independent enough. I was so obssessed with it since I love taking pics.. And the part is that... Im being so punished because.. PIMPLES start to appear. I mean.. it's like DANG! It was just all of a sudden. Waking up in the morning seeing your face that have multiple zits makes a ladies life so worthless. haha! but really, I never have these zits before. This is the first time. Huhu. Im doom!!! Im so ugly, and the fact is that.. I have a boyfriend.(Is he looking at these zits or what?) The heLL!! Help.. Fortunately, my friends(real true friends) are there to help me not to worry about it, it will just pass out(as they say.)They've given me tips on how to handle this stuff and also how to meditate. Thanks guys... I owe you alot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;RD.&lt;br /&gt;Finish of the discussion of the theories of Comm. Health Nursing.. it's time for the application of it. Ma'am Jayag was the one who gave us the demo of bag technique and urinalysis. Then The assigned CI for us to return her(Ma'am Jayag) demo, was Ma'am Solizar-Martin. Laban?? hehe. Reign for the group 5. It was our lucky day... I got 57.88 in Bag TEchnique and 55.11 in Urinalysis. hehe.. I didnt study...(swear!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fast - Approuching COmmunity.&lt;br /&gt;Knowing that Ma'aM Helen MAe Jayag, our C.I, is the C.I. in our community.(Yes!) We are so lucky. But I'll not going to be lax.. mahirap na Pare.. ma-dale pa tayo.&lt;br /&gt;Goddluck to group 5...&lt;br /&gt;hehe..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17575981630687432-4024815414057362229?l=bubbliblue.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bubbliblue.blogspot.com/feeds/4024815414057362229/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17575981630687432&amp;postID=4024815414057362229&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17575981630687432/posts/default/4024815414057362229'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17575981630687432/posts/default/4024815414057362229'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bubbliblue.blogspot.com/2008/08/nursing-is-callingflorence-nightingale.html' title='NurSinG iS a CALLiNg...(FlorenCe Nightingale)'/><author><name>xeieyenne - bLue</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15959941728748315398</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CxKywxQJwLo/Seh08KuR8FI/AAAAAAAAAH4/Z_uu0Stqct8/S220/00001.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17575981630687432.post-2558832218797170957</id><published>2008-07-03T13:07:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-03T13:34:46.342-07:00</updated><title type='text'>INSIGHTS of BUTO'T BALAT ( COMDEV ASSIGNMENT - ALMOST PROJECT )</title><content type='html'>My two Rules.&lt;br /&gt;Consant Change and Play!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align=justify&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Food is one of the basic needs of a person in order to be fully developed. Maslow’s Hierarchy of Needs. But what if this first stage of needs is not sustained by the family? Will there be possibility to achieve self-actualization?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It’s very sad to know that many of people today are dying because of hunger. And it’s dying to know that knowing that rich people out there are just disposing their leftover foods in the wastebasket.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Knowing in that particular time, when the rice isn’t increased into P 50, there are still people who are suffering in hunger. How much more right now that it is so expensive to buy rice? What will they eat? I would be unbelievable to know that Philippines ranked 2nd in cases of severe malnourishment, where the Philippines is bountiful of food.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; In Buto’t Balat Film I realized that I am very lucky that I could eat more than 3 times a day and sometimes, there are still leftovers in my snacks. I never experience also to skip breakfast because there is no food in the refrigerator or my parents can’t afford to buy us food.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; I was greatly affected with what I have seen that I couldn’t help but wonder what the world’s richest tycoons are doing with their wealth when millions of people are dying of hunger. Buto’t Balat is not new to this very moment, since it was an issue also year ago. But what keeps me wondering is that, why the government wouldn’t take an action prior to this specific problem? This documentary stood up to its duty of showing the reality behind the entire façade of the government’s claims of serving the people. In a world where the price of perfumes cost almost a month’s salary, there are also people who could not even afford a day’s meal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mode= antok. pero lingaw. ala pay tulog&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17575981630687432-2558832218797170957?l=bubbliblue.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bubbliblue.blogspot.com/feeds/2558832218797170957/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17575981630687432&amp;postID=2558832218797170957&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17575981630687432/posts/default/2558832218797170957'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17575981630687432/posts/default/2558832218797170957'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bubbliblue.blogspot.com/2008/07/insights-of-butot-balat-comdev.html' title='INSIGHTS of BUTO&apos;T BALAT ( COMDEV ASSIGNMENT - ALMOST PROJECT )'/><author><name>xeieyenne - bLue</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15959941728748315398</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CxKywxQJwLo/Seh08KuR8FI/AAAAAAAAAH4/Z_uu0Stqct8/S220/00001.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17575981630687432.post-4243994245661279407</id><published>2008-07-01T08:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-01T10:02:48.766-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Blah Blah Blah. its july 2. Happy Birthday Haley.</title><content type='html'>My two Rules.&lt;br /&gt;Consant Change and Play!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I miss the things we used to do. I miss the times when I say 'I hate you so much'. I miss those crazy damn moments when we're together and I miss the laugh we use to share when we feel like laughing for non-sense reason.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I miss you my dear cousins. I miss the things that we used to do. I miss Utah and Japan.(not to mention.the place is a bit boring!) I will always stay the Lil Xeilin Mei. -back flip!-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-mikimoto lavish secrets-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Oyasumi nasai!-&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17575981630687432-4243994245661279407?l=bubbliblue.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bubbliblue.blogspot.com/feeds/4243994245661279407/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17575981630687432&amp;postID=4243994245661279407&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17575981630687432/posts/default/4243994245661279407'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17575981630687432/posts/default/4243994245661279407'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bubbliblue.blogspot.com/2008/07/blah-blah-blah-its-july-2-happy.html' title='Blah Blah Blah. its july 2. Happy Birthday Haley.'/><author><name>xeieyenne - bLue</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15959941728748315398</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CxKywxQJwLo/Seh08KuR8FI/AAAAAAAAAH4/Z_uu0Stqct8/S220/00001.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17575981630687432.post-6956158519457372983</id><published>2008-07-01T08:23:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-01T08:33:58.177-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Insight... Pobreng Pinoy (Com.Dev. Assignment)</title><content type='html'>My two Rules.&lt;br /&gt;Consant Change and Play!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;--------------------------------------------------------------&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align=left&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font face="arial" color="black" size="2"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;God had given us all the things that we need for us to survive in our daily lives. He had given us gifts that we should treasure the most because it’s the evidence that He created us with His own image and likeness. He gave us complete well functioned body for us to use in our daily survival.&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;We know that decent jobs are hard to come by, so for everyday subsistence, some Filipinos sell their body parts. “Pobreng Pinoy” shows folks who have sold their skin, teeth, blood and one even his left eye in exchange for money.&lt;br /&gt;In this documentary film, I was totally shocked to see the real state of the Philippines’ Economic, especially the conditions of our fellow Filipinos particularly in Manila. It’s sad to think that people sell their body parts just to have a food for their stomach and for their family’s needs. For me it is not right to sell the body parts that God had given you, it is because that body doesn’t belong to you and nevertheless it is God’s possession, He let you use it and enjoy with it.&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;blockquote&gt;I cannot blame also the people who sold some parts of their body since they badly needed the money. They have no work to provide their daily needs and they don’t have the enough knowledge to gain the money exchange to the parts of their body.&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;blockquote&gt;Like the man who sold his left eye just to have money so that he can give it to his family in the province. He sacrificed the constant pain that he will bring for the rest of his life in a P 250,000.&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;blockquote&gt;Poverty is the root of our daily problems as of today’s living. We can also feel the crisis in our home, especially when our parents will educate us the importance of money and how to use the money wisely. Even in middle class community and high class community, they all feel the crisis that our country experiencing today.&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;We may blame the leaders in our community, but we need first to reflect if we are the right person to blame them. We should consider the things that we do, because the leaders may give you what you really need, like job, but we need to cooperate to them. We need to do something in order for us to achieve what we really want to achieve.&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17575981630687432-6956158519457372983?l=bubbliblue.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bubbliblue.blogspot.com/feeds/6956158519457372983/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17575981630687432&amp;postID=6956158519457372983&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17575981630687432/posts/default/6956158519457372983'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17575981630687432/posts/default/6956158519457372983'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bubbliblue.blogspot.com/2008/07/insight-pobreng-pinoy-comdev-assignment.html' title='Insight... Pobreng Pinoy (Com.Dev. Assignment)'/><author><name>xeieyenne - bLue</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15959941728748315398</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CxKywxQJwLo/Seh08KuR8FI/AAAAAAAAAH4/Z_uu0Stqct8/S220/00001.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17575981630687432.post-6523305730883213536</id><published>2008-07-01T08:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-01T08:20:29.499-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Sad Story of Lost Wallet</title><content type='html'>My two Rules.&lt;br /&gt;Consant Change and Play!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font face="arial" color="000000" size="2"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I never expected that on this day, i would lose again my wallet(considering one of my precious thing of daily living) I LOST MY PRECIOUS AND PRESTIGIOUS WALLET. huhu. Tracing back my footsteps, I couldn't find it. Hopefully, there's somebody who will return it due to his/her conscience... huhu.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-MODE: gawa NCP and insights, study NCM.-&lt;br /&gt;-current Mood:Badtrip of the demands in nursing.-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17575981630687432-6523305730883213536?l=bubbliblue.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bubbliblue.blogspot.com/feeds/6523305730883213536/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17575981630687432&amp;postID=6523305730883213536&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17575981630687432/posts/default/6523305730883213536'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17575981630687432/posts/default/6523305730883213536'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bubbliblue.blogspot.com/2008/07/sad-story-of-lost-wallet.html' title='Sad Story of Lost Wallet'/><author><name>xeieyenne - bLue</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15959941728748315398</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CxKywxQJwLo/Seh08KuR8FI/AAAAAAAAAH4/Z_uu0Stqct8/S220/00001.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17575981630687432.post-3106050728535093738</id><published>2008-06-20T20:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-20T20:13:42.716-07:00</updated><title type='text'>YOU'RE PASTHETIC LOSSER E.I.C.!</title><content type='html'>My two Rules.&lt;br /&gt;Consant Change and Play!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WWHATEVER YOU'RE PROBLEM IS IT'S NOT MY PROBLEM ANYMORE. GO TO HELL AND DIE!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17575981630687432-3106050728535093738?l=bubbliblue.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bubbliblue.blogspot.com/feeds/3106050728535093738/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17575981630687432&amp;postID=3106050728535093738&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17575981630687432/posts/default/3106050728535093738'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17575981630687432/posts/default/3106050728535093738'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bubbliblue.blogspot.com/2008/06/youre-pasthetic-losser-eic.html' title='YOU&apos;RE PASTHETIC LOSSER E.I.C.!'/><author><name>xeieyenne - bLue</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15959941728748315398</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CxKywxQJwLo/Seh08KuR8FI/AAAAAAAAAH4/Z_uu0Stqct8/S220/00001.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17575981630687432.post-8471943757833404796</id><published>2008-05-16T20:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-16T20:40:05.895-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Summer with Him.</title><content type='html'>My two Rules.&lt;br /&gt;Constant Change and Play!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font face=tahoma color=black size=2&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now,I really have nothing to do so I just open my blog and post something I want to post. (heck the keyboard crap.) well, here just listening to love songs, particularly sad love songs... I'm not sad OK?? i love my love right now. Especially I'm with him every single moment of my life. But right now, he's at school, finishing their project with Isko, Kea, Cheska, Mike, Sheila. heeheh... woah alamkodaw.. kunwari lang to me.... heheh.... i really hate the freakin keyboard.... darn it!..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well let's start the talkin'.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well, this week is very exhausted, fun,sad.... in short mixed emotions.&lt;br /&gt;Since this week is our last week of summer class, and that means say temporary goodnight to my hubby, Jerick. hm...&lt;br /&gt;Is it ok if If generalized the whole week thing??&lt;br /&gt;hm.. Well, this week.. we have lots of arguments, fights and reconciliation. heheh... bait namin noh??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well, lots of tears and laughters filled the week. But atleast, we're still together and I know and I'm sure that he's really into me. Well, I love my JERICK!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hmm... His Mom gave me things.. woah.. i didnt ask for anything.. heheh.... Yesterday, We were at his house just doing nothing.. hehe... watching tv, picture2x and ano pa buh??? Basta yun. I love being with him.. I'm reaching out to his parents also cause they're reaching out for me. Unlucky Jerick, my mom doesnt want me to have Bf.. huhu...&lt;br /&gt;well that's life.. but atleast she will realize my side that we are doing nothing that can harm us especially our future. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cxge na... laro pa ako minilife.. hehe&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17575981630687432-8471943757833404796?l=bubbliblue.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bubbliblue.blogspot.com/feeds/8471943757833404796/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17575981630687432&amp;postID=8471943757833404796&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17575981630687432/posts/default/8471943757833404796'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17575981630687432/posts/default/8471943757833404796'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bubbliblue.blogspot.com/2008/05/summer-with-him.html' title='Summer with Him.'/><author><name>xeieyenne - bLue</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15959941728748315398</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CxKywxQJwLo/Seh08KuR8FI/AAAAAAAAAH4/Z_uu0Stqct8/S220/00001.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17575981630687432.post-8586080105190888154</id><published>2008-05-12T02:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-12T02:51:14.717-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Super Duper Stress</title><content type='html'>My two Rules.&lt;br /&gt;Consant Change and Play!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, beingin a relationship full of stress(school, my family doesnt prove me to have a bf, andchismosang intrigerang alang magawa sa buhay) is very exhausted but fun. Atleast may pinag-uusapan kayo... It's like many obstacles that makes you strong as a couple. Being with him, makes me feel so secured and very comfortble in such a way that he's beside me and  i know nothings gonna harm me. (char na ni jerick,) I love him for the reason that he makes me feel complete each and everyday. He's the one im looking for and hopefully he's the one i'll you know..bwahah.. kakahiya sabihin.. waak!!! till hir...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;miss yah oll.. sorry matagal ako nakapg-blog.. hangers angcomp sa bhaay... hehe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;xoxo.bloo&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17575981630687432-8586080105190888154?l=bubbliblue.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bubbliblue.blogspot.com/feeds/8586080105190888154/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17575981630687432&amp;postID=8586080105190888154&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17575981630687432/posts/default/8586080105190888154'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17575981630687432/posts/default/8586080105190888154'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bubbliblue.blogspot.com/2008/05/super-duper-stress.html' title='Super Duper Stress'/><author><name>xeieyenne - bLue</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15959941728748315398</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CxKywxQJwLo/Seh08KuR8FI/AAAAAAAAAH4/Z_uu0Stqct8/S220/00001.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17575981630687432.post-2379133741719563258</id><published>2008-04-09T02:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-09T02:55:22.518-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I Pass...Thank GOD!</title><content type='html'>My two Rules.&lt;br /&gt;Consant Change and Play!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font face=arial color=black size=2&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I never expected this, I PASSED!(ok I'm not Pissed.) I'm just merrily love this feeling that after sleepless nights, unwanted scolding by the C.I.s and pressured subjects, I actually pass the nursing cut off... hmm. I dont know to do right now, honestly speaking I am still shock because I didnt expect this. I was totally speechless when I saw my name on the list printed in blue ink. "103. Mendoza, Roxanne Cheyselle" I was like... uh-oh.. i passed.. it's a miracle... and I was like, 'Dad are you a doctor now, or what? Is it real? Am i just dreaming or what..?!' Heck I made the starting point, now I'm going to finish what I've just started. I dont know if I'm doing this right, Still at the back of my mind, I still love computers and making some fabulous website.. ( DREAMWEAVER pulleasse!!!) I love photo editing but I also love nursing. It's just I want to pursue it but I dont know, Im scared cause I hate being a failure... because believe it or not, in the family (Dad, Mom and Red) I'm the ignorant one.(haha. no kidding!)I have a poor vocabulary but atleast I am good in Math. I dont even know why the entrace result gives me a 'S6'. I know it's unbelievable...I also can't believe it myself. Hmm... Ok lets get this straight. I pass it.. that's all... I'm happy and somehow scared for the next challenges.. more breakouts and more sleepless niht.. and oh.. I fell like crying..(yeah I know.. I'm over reacting...who cares..)&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;by the way, srry for not wrutting almost 2 months because my freakin computer cannot open the site... sorry bout that. love yah all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;till next time...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-xoxo.bloo-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CONGRATZ SA NAKAPASA....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17575981630687432-2379133741719563258?l=bubbliblue.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bubbliblue.blogspot.com/feeds/2379133741719563258/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17575981630687432&amp;postID=2379133741719563258&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17575981630687432/posts/default/2379133741719563258'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17575981630687432/posts/default/2379133741719563258'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bubbliblue.blogspot.com/2008/04/i-passthank-god.html' title='I Pass...Thank GOD!'/><author><name>xeieyenne - bLue</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15959941728748315398</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CxKywxQJwLo/Seh08KuR8FI/AAAAAAAAAH4/Z_uu0Stqct8/S220/00001.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17575981630687432.post-7896113132385610225</id><published>2008-03-14T05:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-14T05:04:27.799-07:00</updated><title type='text'>love.hope.trust.faith.loyalty.understanding.patience.</title><content type='html'>My two Rules.&lt;br /&gt;Consant Change and Play!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i never want to share this to you.. video of miaka and tamahome...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/Yq82W-tV9N8&amp;hl=zh_HK"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/Yq82W-tV9N8&amp;hl=zh_HK" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;kanta ko kasi yan kay jerick... shett...&lt;br /&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/17575981630687432-7896113132385610225?l=bubbliblue.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bubbliblue.blogspot.com/feeds/7896113132385610225/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17575981630687432&amp;postID=7896113132385610225&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17575981630687432/posts/default/7896113132385610225'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17575981630687432/posts/default/7896113132385610225'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bubbliblue.blogspot.com/2008/03/lovehopetrustfaithloyaltyunderstandingp.html' title='love.hope.trust.faith.loyalty.understanding.patience.'/><author><name>xeieyenne - bLue</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15959941728748315398</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CxKywxQJwLo/Seh08KuR8FI/AAAAAAAAAH4/Z_uu0Stqct8/S220/00001.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17575981630687432.post-8557503739685896161</id><published>2008-03-12T21:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-12T21:44:38.747-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Asawa aSawa...</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;My two Rules.&lt;br /&gt;Consant Change and Play!&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;justified&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font face="comic sans ms" color="black" size="1"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hmm.. lucky daw ako.. and many say that bilib sila sakin.. why man? hmm... is is because of my hmm... u know.hmm because of Jerick.. well, being with him, hmm... well, it's really great... tawanan, iyakan, kabuangan.. ang ganda talga... hmmm.. kato lang sa.. pangitaon pa ko adto.. aiiee mali ako diay mangita niya.. naa koy kinahanglan...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;gastos ang nursing exam na... sa isang subject 3 pa jud ang exam.. maka-buang!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;genius na jud ko anig study.. buang na ko.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/justified&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17575981630687432-8557503739685896161?l=bubbliblue.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bubbliblue.blogspot.com/feeds/8557503739685896161/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17575981630687432&amp;postID=8557503739685896161&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17575981630687432/posts/default/8557503739685896161'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17575981630687432/posts/default/8557503739685896161'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bubbliblue.blogspot.com/2008/03/asawa-asawa.html' title='Asawa aSawa...'/><author><name>xeieyenne - bLue</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15959941728748315398</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CxKywxQJwLo/Seh08KuR8FI/AAAAAAAAAH4/Z_uu0Stqct8/S220/00001.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17575981630687432.post-1802883830073581692</id><published>2008-03-12T21:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-12T21:36:00.297-07:00</updated><title type='text'>hmm... think about it... smooth dancing.</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt; &lt;font face="RAVIE" color="red" size="3"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My two Rules.&lt;br /&gt;Consant Change and Play!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/fonT&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/aGjg_cBMc_Y&amp;rel=1&amp;border=0"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/aGjg_cBMc_Y&amp;rel=1&amp;border=0" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent"width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&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/17575981630687432-1802883830073581692?l=bubbliblue.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bubbliblue.blogspot.com/feeds/1802883830073581692/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17575981630687432&amp;postID=1802883830073581692&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17575981630687432/posts/default/1802883830073581692'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17575981630687432/posts/default/1802883830073581692'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bubbliblue.blogspot.com/2008/03/hmm-think-about-it-smooth-dancing.html' title='hmm... think about it... smooth dancing.'/><author><name>xeieyenne - bLue</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15959941728748315398</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CxKywxQJwLo/Seh08KuR8FI/AAAAAAAAAH4/Z_uu0Stqct8/S220/00001.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17575981630687432.post-970375007920161428</id><published>2008-03-04T16:41:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-03-04T17:33:59.821-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Culmination of PGS. tapos na RD. deadma Erk.  Equals Obsssesion of food.</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;font face="Arial Black" color="cyan" size="3"&gt;My two Rules.&lt;br /&gt;Consant Change and Play!&lt;BR&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font face="comis sans ms" color="ff99cc" size="1"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;justify&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whew. what a week, it was so exhausting. Well anyway, before some carbon dioxide goes up into my brain... let me start talking expensive chuvaness whatso eva.. hmm.. Well last Sunday, we had our culmination of PGS. in long... Personal Growth Session.(haha!) We had so much fun in taking stolen pictures not with the dance, food, venue and ofcourse the ambience.. hmm.. our 200 bucks just proceeds to that kindof party.. wah.. that's ridiculous. I'm soo not in the moodto dance that nights.. inadequate lights but thank God, the music are good. hmm.. and besides. I dance with Ian C.. Waah.. It's was just a bet thingy or lets call it this way.. Truth or Dare.. haha! WEll, please dont label me again... I'm innocent... haha! well, atleast my night is not a waste. I'll post the pic when i have time...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last monday, we had our Quiz and RD... hmm... the good thing about that morning is that I'm the hightest in our Quiz and the worst part is... I got a low low grade in RD.. talking about malas... hehe. Mrs. Garcia... hmmm yeah.. Patriche's Mom... was the one who graded my RD... hmm.. i was so frustrated because of some noise outside that I could hardly hear the beat of apical pulse.. grr... i thought it was 67.. un pla.. 89.. waah.. what a deaf... hmm... shocks,... ang hina kaya nun ano.. hmm.. anyway, di ko pa nakita c toot.. that's the hardest part of having a nursing student boyfriend. You cant catch him during your free time. huhu...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday, hmm late nanaman ako sa English.. huhu.. anyway, I got so much fun btu tired in our Practicum sa PE.. stupid talga.. huhu... cge lang.. atleast tapos na..and tom.. exam na.. ala pa ako naka-study.. hmm... I saw Jerick also.. hmm deadma.. as if ala akong nakita.. deretso deretso.. may isang tao kasi na naiilang akong kasama nya.IM NOT JEALOUS IM JUST HMM what exact word to be use... NAIILANG.. ganun.. so I just ignore him to death.. Ayun alang nangyari... makapagpapansin ka ba sa isang taong ayaw ka pansin?? diba hindi.. ayan...cge lang.. alam kong gusto nya pansisnin ko xa.. pro ako mismo ung hindi namansin kasi ako na sa loob.. hehe.. tagal nya nag-hintay tpos parang ala lang.. hehe... grabe na to huh.. naka-buing.. hehe... cge lang.. tom ko nalang cguro xa pansinin.. hehe.. I LOVE YOU JERICK!!!Ü&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17575981630687432-970375007920161428?l=bubbliblue.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bubbliblue.blogspot.com/feeds/970375007920161428/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17575981630687432&amp;postID=970375007920161428&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17575981630687432/posts/default/970375007920161428'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17575981630687432/posts/default/970375007920161428'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bubbliblue.blogspot.com/2008/03/culmination-of-pgs-tapos-na-rd-deadma.html' title='Culmination of PGS. tapos na RD. deadma Erk.  Equals Obsssesion of food.'/><author><name>xeieyenne - bLue</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15959941728748315398</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CxKywxQJwLo/Seh08KuR8FI/AAAAAAAAAH4/Z_uu0Stqct8/S220/00001.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17575981630687432.post-1953053873596074072</id><published>2008-02-27T23:15:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-27T23:34:58.805-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm child at heart and child at face. haha!</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;My two Rules.&lt;br /&gt;Consant Change and Play!&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font face="Times New Roman" Color="ff6699" size="2"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I never wanted to say goodbye, because...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;jusify&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Many people told me that I am such an elementary student. Is that proper way to greet me? hmm.. let me see. kinda. Well, many people think that I am a highschool or elementary student. &lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In other situation, with I am with Jerick, the people will say that we were like a highschool couples. hmm.. why?? is it the way we treat each other? We love to laugh around and make funny jokes with each other. We also love to talk about some stuffs regarding with my studies.. weeh tutor jud xa. haha! Well, I know... He's intelligent and I am not. PLEASE stop comparing us. Hmm...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One month na kami.. haii..(anong kinalaman nito sa topic?? haha!) well, Isko told me about the rumors.. yes... isko.. as in.. Dioscoro Nuñez. He's such a nice friend.. natatawa ako sa mukha nya.. Sorry isko.. but it's true.. ala lang.. kasi para ka kasind seryoso na nagpapatawa.. the way you look, it's really nakakatawa...sorry atleast diba magaan ang pakiramdam sayo ng tao.. hehe..(nawawala ako sa  suject.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As I'm going back to the subject. Yeah. many people surprise that I am already a college student well infact I look like an elementary or highchool student. Well, lucky me.. got baby face... haha!(mas baby face pa si Jerick. hmmp-.-)  So hangang dito na lang ako.. ayoko kasi mag-isip basta gusto ko lang mag-type.. tama ba na?? kumusta naman yun???&lt;br /&gt;cge,,.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CiaO!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/justify&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17575981630687432-1953053873596074072?l=bubbliblue.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bubbliblue.blogspot.com/feeds/1953053873596074072/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17575981630687432&amp;postID=1953053873596074072&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17575981630687432/posts/default/1953053873596074072'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17575981630687432/posts/default/1953053873596074072'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bubbliblue.blogspot.com/2008/02/im-child-at-heart-and-child-at-face.html' title='I&apos;m child at heart and child at face. haha!'/><author><name>xeieyenne - bLue</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15959941728748315398</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CxKywxQJwLo/Seh08KuR8FI/AAAAAAAAAH4/Z_uu0Stqct8/S220/00001.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17575981630687432.post-8308826842616318725</id><published>2008-02-27T01:55:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-27T02:13:26.312-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Wanted Clone!</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font face="Tempus Sans ITC" size="3" color="pink"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I cant hide forever, but I cant wait a little longer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;justify&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font face="comic sans ms" color="green" size="1"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's the thing, my mom has a thought that I have already a boyfriend and for that matter, I'm very nervous because I do have a boyfriend. She thinks that I'm going to gone gaga because of a boy. Well to tell you frankly, im going going gaga na over him, but somehow, I'm controlling myself because its not that I dont want to fall deeply, but it is the right thing to do. Priority. Waak.. Is it me talking herE? Well, honestly.. I'm really am. I realize I wasted so many moments just because of useless guys.. haha! Am I saying this again?? Well, yes I AM! (sorry for the Capz. Im just being emotional again. haha!) Well, soon after, I want to be this way, being insane but somehow not arrogant and valueing time. time is precious, why waste it with stupid guys? weeh.. well, guys im sorry if I am saying this but its true. I maybe ridiculous because I am saying this after all of these pathetic moments. Atleast I learned something in my past. Evne though I really regret and hate it. Hmm.. What else? blah Blah... I've got nothing to say.&lt;br /&gt;To the tittle.. I need a clone because I cant lie anymore to my mom. She partly right, but somehow, I need something to grow. and that's a hot boyfriend. Just kidding. Well, I need to go. Ciao.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mode: Finishing Case Study.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/justify&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_CxKywxQJwLo/R8U3TnusVwI/AAAAAAAAAD8/NLcwVrKn3n4/s1600-h/saddest.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_CxKywxQJwLo/R8U3TnusVwI/AAAAAAAAAD8/NLcwVrKn3n4/s320/saddest.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5171600557326751490" /&gt;&lt;/a&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/17575981630687432-8308826842616318725?l=bubbliblue.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bubbliblue.blogspot.com/feeds/8308826842616318725/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17575981630687432&amp;postID=8308826842616318725&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17575981630687432/posts/default/8308826842616318725'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17575981630687432/posts/default/8308826842616318725'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bubbliblue.blogspot.com/2008/02/wanted-clone.html' title='Wanted Clone!'/><author><name>xeieyenne - bLue</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15959941728748315398</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CxKywxQJwLo/Seh08KuR8FI/AAAAAAAAAH4/Z_uu0Stqct8/S220/00001.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_CxKywxQJwLo/R8U3TnusVwI/AAAAAAAAAD8/NLcwVrKn3n4/s72-c/saddest.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17575981630687432.post-1222873849293692236</id><published>2008-02-25T22:23:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-25T22:41:55.076-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Him. &lt;3</title><content type='html'>&lt;font face="comic sans ms" color="ff99cc" size="1"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;justify&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've already fell in love with him. Worst is that it so deep but atleast, I know where to stand up. Yet, I dont want it to belike this. But It happen so fast and so sudden that I want to finnaly quit this. But the back of my mind, I dont want to quit this nightmares of fantasies and sweet lullabies. Being with him, makes my heart sing and makes my day dance.. (haha.. cheesy.) But it's true, love conquers all. Well, now I believe in that particular saying cause I already experience it. DANG! Help.. Katreena and Kathlyn.. (anyway, why am I asking for help??!!) aLL i Can do is focus.. Focus on myself, rather than think of him morning till night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wanted to die. &lt;b&gt; DANG! &lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/justify&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;CENTER&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i65.photobucket.com/albums/h228/bluekista/01-18.jpg"&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i65.photobucket.com/albums/h228/bluekista/04-2.jpg"&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17575981630687432-1222873849293692236?l=bubbliblue.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bubbliblue.blogspot.com/feeds/1222873849293692236/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17575981630687432&amp;postID=1222873849293692236&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17575981630687432/posts/default/1222873849293692236'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17575981630687432/posts/default/1222873849293692236'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bubbliblue.blogspot.com/2008/02/him-3.html' title='Him. &lt;3'/><author><name>xeieyenne - bLue</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15959941728748315398</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CxKywxQJwLo/Seh08KuR8FI/AAAAAAAAAH4/Z_uu0Stqct8/S220/00001.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17575981630687432.post-4612291410416443</id><published>2008-02-25T21:49:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-25T22:19:34.393-08:00</updated><title type='text'>BFGF.</title><content type='html'>&lt;font face="arial" size="1" color="ff9966"&gt; &lt;br&gt;&lt;justify&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, I never had a chance to watch some of love movies since last year, because movies like that makes me imagine some cheesy moments with a guy named ___. Well, lets just keep it in my id or lets say unconciousness, since I already accept my past. Uhhm... Back to the main story. Watching love stories makes also my eyes so teary that makes people think I am crying. Yeah, I know I'm ridiculous, I'm already crying. Masyado ang emotional. haha. But atleast many people are like that. Pigil pigil the emotions but then at the end of the day, halos tumulo ang lahat ng sipon sa kaiiyak.(eew!).. Haha. I'm not like that ano. I'm just narrating what had happen last night.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The movie BFGF for me is a blast. Richard G. is sreally a good actor, not to mention that he's a hot actor.(yummy!) is that suppose to be the proper word for a gal like me?? hehe. Well, Rivera is also a funny actress and same also with the person who play the role as Akiko. De Vera also plays the role of Mark is also good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I loove this movie.. I wont summarize the movie because it's not my job to narrate the story.. haha. but honestly. i wont.. just watch it...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next Movie : My Big LoVe. Starring. Toni Gonzaga, Kristine Hermosa and Sam Milby. a story of love in different sizes. haha! Murag ako.. Remember??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/justify&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i65.photobucket.com/albums/h228/bluekista/02-11.jpg"&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/17575981630687432-4612291410416443?l=bubbliblue.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bubbliblue.blogspot.com/feeds/4612291410416443/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17575981630687432&amp;postID=4612291410416443&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17575981630687432/posts/default/4612291410416443'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17575981630687432/posts/default/4612291410416443'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bubbliblue.blogspot.com/2008/02/bfgf.html' title='BFGF.'/><author><name>xeieyenne - bLue</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15959941728748315398</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CxKywxQJwLo/Seh08KuR8FI/AAAAAAAAAH4/Z_uu0Stqct8/S220/00001.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17575981630687432.post-8436930428793988600</id><published>2008-02-25T04:09:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-25T04:42:39.469-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Family Case Study with Ceazar Ian Muñoz</title><content type='html'>&lt;font face="curlz mt" color="ff99cc" size="3"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well a hell week to me and to my partner.(if he care)&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font face="arial" color="000000" size="2"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;justify&gt;&lt;br /&gt;An assignment that almost a project is given to us last Friday, to be pass this Friday.(heck what was that?! Is that suppose to be a joke?!) Well, as a student,we really can't complain about that specific rush! I admit that our lessons are quite delayed compared with the other sections. But please C.I.s beconsiderate to us also. :( --- we are also students with so many, many subjects that we need to pass. Well, I can see that hmm.. What am I seeing again?? So many negatives that coming my way... waah... I need to balance specific tasks and roles...Daughter, big sister, student, myself and being a hmm... an insane individual in the community?? I need to cut it off, its a bit stupid to write this blog with a mountain of assignments waiting for me...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so sayonara!&lt;br /&gt;thanks for wasting your time..&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/justify&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i65.photobucket.com/albums/h228/bluekista/01-20.gif"&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/17575981630687432-8436930428793988600?l=bubbliblue.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bubbliblue.blogspot.com/feeds/8436930428793988600/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17575981630687432&amp;postID=8436930428793988600&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17575981630687432/posts/default/8436930428793988600'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17575981630687432/posts/default/8436930428793988600'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bubbliblue.blogspot.com/2008/02/family-case-study-with-ceazar-ian-muoz.html' title='Family Case Study with Ceazar Ian Muñoz'/><author><name>xeieyenne - bLue</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15959941728748315398</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CxKywxQJwLo/Seh08KuR8FI/AAAAAAAAAH4/Z_uu0Stqct8/S220/00001.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17575981630687432.post-8792993333339890253</id><published>2008-02-22T18:11:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-22T18:33:22.359-08:00</updated><title type='text'>In Love &lt;3 -.-</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The whole month of April was full of anxiety, love, patience, and craziness.. Well, lot things happe like the U-Week, Valentines, Birthday Party, Musikahan and some moments that I'll treasure. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Being with somebody you like feels like heaven, but somehow there's always a hell that blocks your imaginary way.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Well these are some pics that I'll always keep.. &lt;3&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5169997971884627698" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_CxKywxQJwLo/R7-Fw3usVvI/AAAAAAAAAD0/9ftnYnizlyU/s320/1_568627501l.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5169996348386989746" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_CxKywxQJwLo/R7-ESXusVrI/AAAAAAAAADU/pOWZGfaxFvA/s320/1_162577344l.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5169996627559864002" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_CxKywxQJwLo/R7-EinusVsI/AAAAAAAAADc/ZQf4lAz02pk/s320/1_274854308l.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5169997714186589922" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_CxKywxQJwLo/R7-Fh3usVuI/AAAAAAAAADs/qb80qsyf9hE/s320/1_482642654l.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5169995807221110434" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_CxKywxQJwLo/R7-Dy3usVqI/AAAAAAAAADM/7uRIqZsdwdQ/s320/1_159834590l.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5169994909572945554" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="215" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_CxKywxQJwLo/R7-C-nusVpI/AAAAAAAAADE/OQedelOr0g4/s320/1_921262549l.jpg" width="277" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5169996962567313106" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_CxKywxQJwLo/R7-E2HusVtI/AAAAAAAAADk/vrJrX0n6VFQ/s320/1_450163039l.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll never forget this... &lt;3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17575981630687432-8792993333339890253?l=bubbliblue.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bubbliblue.blogspot.com/feeds/8792993333339890253/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17575981630687432&amp;postID=8792993333339890253&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17575981630687432/posts/default/8792993333339890253'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17575981630687432/posts/default/8792993333339890253'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bubbliblue.blogspot.com/2008/02/in-love-3.html' title='In Love &lt;3 -.-'/><author><name>xeieyenne - bLue</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15959941728748315398</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CxKywxQJwLo/Seh08KuR8FI/AAAAAAAAAH4/Z_uu0Stqct8/S220/00001.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_CxKywxQJwLo/R7-Fw3usVvI/AAAAAAAAAD0/9ftnYnizlyU/s72-c/1_568627501l.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17575981630687432.post-4218294202197076159</id><published>2008-02-22T17:49:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-22T17:57:59.535-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Labo Nyo MEN!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;If you smile at them, they think you're being pa-cute.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;If you don't naman, sasabihan kang suplada.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;If you response to his love agad, they think you're easy to get.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;If you took years to decide, sobra kang hard to get.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;If you go out with him alone, sasabihan kang liberated.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Pag may chaperon ka along, Bad Trip dahil madidisturb.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;If you go out with another guy, tingin sayo play girl.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Pag-stick ka sa kanya, they claim your dead na dead.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;If you ask him where his been, sasabihan ka na overprotective.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Pag pinababayaan mo naman, they think you're fooling lang.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;If you let him kiss you, they think you're cheap.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;If you refuse naman, they go find another chick.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Girls are just human being at may mistakes din.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;And we often wonder kung bakit...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;ANG LABO NYO MEN!!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17575981630687432-4218294202197076159?l=bubbliblue.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bubbliblue.blogspot.com/feeds/4218294202197076159/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17575981630687432&amp;postID=4218294202197076159&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17575981630687432/posts/default/4218294202197076159'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17575981630687432/posts/default/4218294202197076159'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bubbliblue.blogspot.com/2008/02/labo-nyo-men.html' title='Labo Nyo MEN!!'/><author><name>xeieyenne - bLue</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15959941728748315398</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CxKywxQJwLo/Seh08KuR8FI/AAAAAAAAAH4/Z_uu0Stqct8/S220/00001.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17575981630687432.post-5109442898448999300</id><published>2008-02-07T23:27:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-07T23:50:06.933-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Chismis. Chismis. Gossip. Gossip. Rumors. Rumors.. Attacks...</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;This week is a hard week, since the 85% of 1st year nursing student knew about me and someone. Just last Saturday, we jst some kinda "date" and this last Monday, it's like the whole school new about it.. and the worst part is, people taking pictures of us like paranoids... they're such so pathetic just to take a picture of a normal people.. haha... (star struck ba sila???) Talk of the town and many people ask me.. my answer: "&lt;strong&gt;Respect Private Lives&lt;/strong&gt;" well, they should.. hehe.. after all, I love my life if it is private.. But last night, it seems it's not private after all. Because all of a sudden, Je, come up to me at the canteen... sat beside me.. ayun nalaman na ng school.. atleast nabawasan ang issue na ako daw nagalapit sa kanya well infact.. HINDI!!! Letche ng mga tao na na... haha! duh! dont be so jealous that Je is not into you. Waak... JK.. what I'm trying to say..&lt;strong&gt;  MIND YOUR OWN BUSSINESS!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;thanks.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17575981630687432-5109442898448999300?l=bubbliblue.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bubbliblue.blogspot.com/feeds/5109442898448999300/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17575981630687432&amp;postID=5109442898448999300&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17575981630687432/posts/default/5109442898448999300'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17575981630687432/posts/default/5109442898448999300'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bubbliblue.blogspot.com/2008/02/chismis-chismis-gossip-gossip-rumors.html' title='Chismis. Chismis. Gossip. Gossip. Rumors. Rumors.. Attacks...'/><author><name>xeieyenne - bLue</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15959941728748315398</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CxKywxQJwLo/Seh08KuR8FI/AAAAAAAAAH4/Z_uu0Stqct8/S220/00001.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17575981630687432.post-368202556251704633</id><published>2008-01-31T23:23:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-31T23:33:48.579-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Boy-Girl Relationship Seminar.Jerox26 Rocks.</title><content type='html'>Last Saturday, we had a boy-girl seminar.(ang dami kasing nabubuntis sa batch namin last sem lang.. waah!) Talked about some sort things on how to preserve girl's virginity and how guys control and respect womanhood of a girl. Well, it's quite interesting but for me, it's not.. duh.. i have no BOYFRIEND in that particular time. I have a point right?. Lolz how pathetic. Well anyway the organizer of our seminar is the WDC. Hehe... I forgot the meaning.. haha Lolz(how pathetic)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WEll, after quite sometime. at night I said yes to a friend. hehe.Ü bleeh.. (may boyfriend na ako!)&lt;br /&gt;Well, he's Marc Jerick Chan. Im so lucky to have him as a man... see how cute he is and how intelligent he is.. DL xa men.. hahai!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hmm.. crush ng campus.. hay loka na ako... tama na po!hehe... cge next time.. the rest is still unwritten.. bleeh! :P well, be happy...&lt;br /&gt;practice kami 2 rd tom.. hhee... tuturuan nya pa pla ako.. haha! RD NA!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17575981630687432-368202556251704633?l=bubbliblue.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bubbliblue.blogspot.com/feeds/368202556251704633/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17575981630687432&amp;postID=368202556251704633&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17575981630687432/posts/default/368202556251704633'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17575981630687432/posts/default/368202556251704633'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bubbliblue.blogspot.com/2008/01/boy-girl-relationship-seminarjerox26.html' title='Boy-Girl Relationship Seminar.Jerox26 Rocks.'/><author><name>xeieyenne - bLue</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15959941728748315398</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CxKywxQJwLo/Seh08KuR8FI/AAAAAAAAAH4/Z_uu0Stqct8/S220/00001.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17575981630687432.post-2634185088061278005</id><published>2008-01-31T23:17:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-31T23:23:11.216-08:00</updated><title type='text'>No one Will Replace You..</title><content type='html'>This day is a very sad day to us BSN - 1E.  Our teacher, friend, mom, ate and kabarkada resigned in our institution. It's really sad for me cause I cant share my care for her, now that she needs my support. (char no.. pero tinuod.) I mean she's my teacher for quite long but now in just on blink of an eye, I lost her.(not totally naman. :P) I miss her so much... huhu.. mamimiss ka namin man.. huhu.. :(&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17575981630687432-2634185088061278005?l=bubbliblue.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bubbliblue.blogspot.com/feeds/2634185088061278005/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17575981630687432&amp;postID=2634185088061278005&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17575981630687432/posts/default/2634185088061278005'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17575981630687432/posts/default/2634185088061278005'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bubbliblue.blogspot.com/2008/01/no-one-will-replace-you.html' title='No one Will Replace You..'/><author><name>xeieyenne - bLue</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15959941728748315398</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CxKywxQJwLo/Seh08KuR8FI/AAAAAAAAAH4/Z_uu0Stqct8/S220/00001.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17575981630687432.post-4602999225063864045</id><published>2008-01-29T21:26:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-29T21:35:35.649-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last Monday, our C.I.s and some of my classmates, including me ofcourse had our contract signing..(Lolz. contract signing??) actually it is a waver signing... some "rules and regulations" to improve our performance in teh classroom.. huhu... mas feel ko pa c ma'm Jecka and Sir Dave. huhu...(as in.. silent kay Ma'm Rodulfa)&lt;br /&gt;weLl, pinag-bawalan po akong manoon ng tv, mag-dota, mag-surf sa net(except for the research for our studies) , ayun.. ang dami po talaga. limit ang texting.. haha! ayan... san ka nyan??? it's difficult for me to follow it, but I need  to follow it, in order for me to pass the top 200. Char ano?? and tsaka nga pala, we're the last batch to have a 4-year nursing course here in the Philippines. It is because the DeptEd is planning to make the Nursing (as a course) be a 5-year course(daw engineering ged.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So for now, I need to, you know, focus on  something important.. Setting Priorities kunuhay ni mga men... hheehe..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chge na.. basi naga-hulat na akong lalabs.. haha! Char..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.-JeRox26-.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17575981630687432-4602999225063864045?l=bubbliblue.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bubbliblue.blogspot.com/feeds/4602999225063864045/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17575981630687432&amp;postID=4602999225063864045&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17575981630687432/posts/default/4602999225063864045'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17575981630687432/posts/default/4602999225063864045'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bubbliblue.blogspot.com/2008/01/last-monday-our-c.html' title=''/><author><name>xeieyenne - bLue</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15959941728748315398</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CxKywxQJwLo/Seh08KuR8FI/AAAAAAAAAH4/Z_uu0Stqct8/S220/00001.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17575981630687432.post-351690846668623518</id><published>2008-01-22T21:36:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-22T21:59:39.364-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Spirity of the Paper.</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Well, this is the game involved with papers, your hands, a friend and ofcourse yourself. This process is the proces of knowing if the person you like, like you too.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Procedure.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;In a 3 pieces of paper, write the names of 3 persons there whom you like and the one who like you. Then, place the 3 small papers in 3 different short gond paper and fold it diagonally.(it should be inside the of the bond paper.middle.)  Then, place it to the inter-digital spaces of yours(do not include the space between your thumb and point finger.) Then afterwards, concentrate(feel the breeze that touches your intragumentary system. and feel that nobody is with you at that moment of your concentration.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Then say this sentence 3 times "Spirit of the paper tell me who are the person in this paper likes me." After that, go back to your friend, and get he paper from the lower portion of your finger.  If the paper/papers are outside the bondpaper, that person likes you...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;Well my friends tried it to me. and it's amazing cause the paper was outside the bondpaper. I observe how she fold it and how she put the small paper in the bond paper. It's really makes me so scary cause it's very unbelievable.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Well the persons in the paper...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;RMH&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;KAL&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;MJC&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;the persons that shows they like me are..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;KAL&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;MJC&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;I know it sounds very pathetic but it's true.&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/17575981630687432-351690846668623518?l=bubbliblue.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bubbliblue.blogspot.com/feeds/351690846668623518/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17575981630687432&amp;postID=351690846668623518&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17575981630687432/posts/default/351690846668623518'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17575981630687432/posts/default/351690846668623518'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bubbliblue.blogspot.com/2008/01/spirity-of-paper.html' title='The Spirity of the Paper.'/><author><name>xeieyenne - bLue</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15959941728748315398</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CxKywxQJwLo/Seh08KuR8FI/AAAAAAAAAH4/Z_uu0Stqct8/S220/00001.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17575981630687432.post-6164625836071922054</id><published>2008-01-18T19:04:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-18T19:23:52.535-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Pictures.Edited.Past tiMe.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_CxKywxQJwLo/R5FsOUyIq_I/AAAAAAAAACw/7idebmVwDiw/s1600-h/0013.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5157022041668889586" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_CxKywxQJwLo/R5FsOUyIq_I/AAAAAAAAACw/7idebmVwDiw/s320/0013.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_CxKywxQJwLo/R5FsO0yIrAI/AAAAAAAAAC4/Lfs0CCwyyvQ/s1600-h/0014.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5157022050258824194" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_CxKywxQJwLo/R5FsO0yIrAI/AAAAAAAAAC4/Lfs0CCwyyvQ/s320/0014.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5157020980811967410" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 157px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 211px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="210" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_CxKywxQJwLo/R5FrQkyIq7I/AAAAAAAAACQ/ncicewe_W4Q/s320/0001.jpg" width="233" border="0" /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_CxKywxQJwLo/R5FrQUyIq6I/AAAAAAAAACI/iUlKJrmt2qw/s1600-h/0000.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5157020976517000098" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="190" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_CxKywxQJwLo/R5FrQUyIq6I/AAAAAAAAACI/iUlKJrmt2qw/s320/0000.jpg" width="237" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_CxKywxQJwLo/R5FrQkyIq8I/AAAAAAAAACY/DfnQXkOSZKg/s1600-h/0002.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5157020980811967426" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_CxKywxQJwLo/R5FrQkyIq8I/AAAAAAAAACY/DfnQXkOSZKg/s320/0002.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_CxKywxQJwLo/R5FrQkyIq9I/AAAAAAAAACg/WhDDJE_Vvxg/s1600-h/0011.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5157020980811967442" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_CxKywxQJwLo/R5FrQkyIq9I/AAAAAAAAACg/WhDDJE_Vvxg/s320/0011.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_CxKywxQJwLo/R5FrQ0yIq-I/AAAAAAAAACo/l1nV6A26dd0/s1600-h/0012.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5157020985106934754" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_CxKywxQJwLo/R5FrQ0yIq-I/AAAAAAAAACo/l1nV6A26dd0/s320/0012.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;I never thought this whole &lt;strong&gt;customizing brushes&lt;/strong&gt; would be such easy. Thanks for the power of cyber world, I am able to know how to do it. Damn. I's so stupid. haha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;Friday Night, January 18, 2008, after the long week of examination, my past time is still the computer and the cyber world.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17575981630687432-6164625836071922054?l=bubbliblue.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bubbliblue.blogspot.com/feeds/6164625836071922054/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17575981630687432&amp;postID=6164625836071922054&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17575981630687432/posts/default/6164625836071922054'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17575981630687432/posts/default/6164625836071922054'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bubbliblue.blogspot.com/2008/01/pictureseditedpast-time.html' title='Pictures.Edited.Past tiMe.'/><author><name>xeieyenne - bLue</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15959941728748315398</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CxKywxQJwLo/Seh08KuR8FI/AAAAAAAAAH4/Z_uu0Stqct8/S220/00001.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_CxKywxQJwLo/R5FsOUyIq_I/AAAAAAAAACw/7idebmVwDiw/s72-c/0013.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17575981630687432.post-7951859832670167678</id><published>2008-01-16T19:55:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-16T19:58:28.483-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Class'/><title type='text'>Exam NoseBleed</title><content type='html'>Maka-nosebleed ang exam except for R.E. 1 and  English 2.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nakum ang Health Care. ang baba siguro ng nakuha ko.. Ala kasi nagstudym lalo na ang Anatomy and Physiology Both Lab and Lect. Sus.. sa katangahan ko pa -10 pa ako. WTF!?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hate it talga. I really hate it... next time i'll try my best na. Ala kasi ako sa mood.. Hahay.&lt;br /&gt;pati sa pagsulat ng blog ala rin. hmmm&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17575981630687432-7951859832670167678?l=bubbliblue.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bubbliblue.blogspot.com/feeds/7951859832670167678/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17575981630687432&amp;postID=7951859832670167678&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17575981630687432/posts/default/7951859832670167678'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17575981630687432/posts/default/7951859832670167678'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bubbliblue.blogspot.com/2008/01/exam-nosebleed.html' title='Exam NoseBleed'/><author><name>xeieyenne - bLue</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15959941728748315398</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CxKywxQJwLo/Seh08KuR8FI/AAAAAAAAAH4/Z_uu0Stqct8/S220/00001.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17575981630687432.post-8479250585534446444</id><published>2008-01-07T19:09:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-07T19:25:24.449-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Class'/><title type='text'>English Writting. haha. "about Love"</title><content type='html'>This is a english seatwork on how to use "Noun Clauses and it's functions" the italic words are the noun clauses.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;topic: love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#3366ff;"&gt;I never thought that all of sudden I'll be falling. &lt;em&gt;That a large and frightful sound of DANG &lt;/em&gt;will ease my pain. A man whom I consider a big brother would turn out to be a perfect partner. I aslo never thought that I could be such blind. To see you as just a friend when you are just waiting in line. The fact is &lt;em&gt;that I like you too. &lt;/em&gt;Hope you still hanging there too. I hope that when I open this door of my heart once more, you are the one &lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;I'll&lt;/span&gt; see infront of my door. Right now let's just wait until the sun rises. 'Cause no matter what happen, if you still hanging, I'll be choosing you. And when we are already together... I will always say yes to &lt;em&gt;whatever demand you demand me to.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Char kaayo no? inspired daw ko.&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/17575981630687432-8479250585534446444?l=bubbliblue.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bubbliblue.blogspot.com/feeds/8479250585534446444/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17575981630687432&amp;postID=8479250585534446444&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17575981630687432/posts/default/8479250585534446444'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17575981630687432/posts/default/8479250585534446444'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bubbliblue.blogspot.com/2008/01/english-writting-haha-about-love.html' title='English Writting. haha. &quot;about Love&quot;'/><author><name>xeieyenne - bLue</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15959941728748315398</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CxKywxQJwLo/Seh08KuR8FI/AAAAAAAAAH4/Z_uu0Stqct8/S220/00001.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17575981630687432.post-1162737445617551859</id><published>2008-01-07T18:50:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-07T19:06:47.844-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Toni Clone.</title><content type='html'>My bet friend told me that my ex-boyfriend has a total clone. Just kidding. Well it is. But when I saw the profile of the man that she said to be my ex "clone", well it is not. Really. Camille naman... di naman yun gwapo mas gwapo pa rin si toot. hay... how i wish i could win him back.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17575981630687432-1162737445617551859?l=bubbliblue.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bubbliblue.blogspot.com/feeds/1162737445617551859/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17575981630687432&amp;postID=1162737445617551859&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17575981630687432/posts/default/1162737445617551859'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17575981630687432/posts/default/1162737445617551859'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bubbliblue.blogspot.com/2008/01/toni-clone.html' title='Toni Clone.'/><author><name>xeieyenne - bLue</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15959941728748315398</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CxKywxQJwLo/Seh08KuR8FI/AAAAAAAAAH4/Z_uu0Stqct8/S220/00001.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17575981630687432.post-3597451352171893541</id><published>2008-01-07T01:57:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-07T02:13:39.633-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Pasukan Nanaman Ngaung Taon.</title><content type='html'>Hay haggard. Nakakapagod ang araw na to. First thing in the morning napaka pagod na. I need to rush in going to school because we need to decorate the kiosk for the program in H. Care.. I got to run in the hallway hjolding 3 paper bags and a shoulder bag(ofcourse in my shoulder) Well that's life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By God's blessings, it rained. haha! what a blessing it is. It was  a perfect moment for a couple to muni-muni. OMG! hehe. Just kidding. Well, the program was hosted by the two intelligent and beautiful ladies in our room, Sarah Huertas and Karl Lyn Echaves. We all started with a prayer by the charming lady, Rajane Paalisbo. The openning remarks by our lovely Clinical Instructor, Ms. Jecka Javier, that been follewed by our own jingles. Group one - the Big Ten, well I dont really heard their jingle.(sorry guys.) Group 2 - Injection thingy is the group's name. I dont know.(Pardon me!) Well it is a angel by shagy tune with matching guitar strums by Sarah. Group 3 - Nurses' Sanctuary well it is a jingle by Gracielle. hehe.. tune:pasko. Group 4 - With matching guitar yun. I forgot. hehe!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cooking show na!!! Well it's kinda eew for me. ang hirap ang comment ko. Ang kalat namin. Promise! I dont even want to look at our prodect. naku naman po.. masyado kami kawawa. haha. ang OMG! madumi talaga ako. dusing dusing. And i've got a stolen shot by Ian. Shet. but I was kinda bit smiling. Stolen pa ba yun? Well, I'm not looking at the camera. I just look like a gaga, giggling in a pace. haha! Stupid!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, perfecta ng quiz sa H. Care! Weeh! gaLing. Memorized gud lahat. pati definition. asan ka nyan.. nagstudy. haha! and talking about 7 over 10 lang ako. huhu. shocks i forgot the golgi apparatus pla ang answer. I was focus un the perixosomes, mitochondria, lysosomes, cytoplasms, Rough ER., Smooth ER, ribosomes and ofcourse it's functions. OMG! sayang naman ang 3 points. Naku. I bettet get going. Enough for the lame story telling. Just kidding guys. Well, got to go. It's getting late. I got to study pa for the exams. Exams are next weeks. Pressure time!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17575981630687432-3597451352171893541?l=bubbliblue.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bubbliblue.blogspot.com/feeds/3597451352171893541/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17575981630687432&amp;postID=3597451352171893541&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17575981630687432/posts/default/3597451352171893541'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17575981630687432/posts/default/3597451352171893541'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bubbliblue.blogspot.com/2008/01/pasukan-nanaman-ngaung-taon.html' title='Pasukan Nanaman Ngaung Taon.'/><author><name>xeieyenne - bLue</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15959941728748315398</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CxKywxQJwLo/Seh08KuR8FI/AAAAAAAAAH4/Z_uu0Stqct8/S220/00001.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17575981630687432.post-3116587677746712936</id><published>2008-01-07T01:47:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-07T01:55:36.997-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Pasukan Nanaman Song.</title><content type='html'>Pasukan nanaman oh kay tulin ng araw.&lt;br /&gt;Pasukan nanaman tila bakasyon kailan lang&lt;br /&gt;Ngayon ay pasukan dapat pasalamatan.&lt;br /&gt;Ngayon ay pasukan tayo ay mag-awitan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Baon! Baon! Baon nanamang uli tanging baon natin pinakamimithi!&lt;br /&gt;Baon! Baon! Baon nanamang muli tanging baon naghahari!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17575981630687432-3116587677746712936?l=bubbliblue.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bubbliblue.blogspot.com/feeds/3116587677746712936/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17575981630687432&amp;postID=3116587677746712936&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17575981630687432/posts/default/3116587677746712936'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17575981630687432/posts/default/3116587677746712936'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bubbliblue.blogspot.com/2008/01/pasukan-nanaman-song.html' title='Pasukan Nanaman Song.'/><author><name>xeieyenne - bLue</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15959941728748315398</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CxKywxQJwLo/Seh08KuR8FI/AAAAAAAAAH4/Z_uu0Stqct8/S220/00001.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17575981630687432.post-5863254696219510920</id><published>2008-01-05T22:18:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-05T22:20:44.926-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Fashion Icon</title><content type='html'>FAshion icon???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;let me see. I love sienna miller's style, it so simple yet gorgeous. i love following her sense of style cause she never fail to accessorized it with IN accessories. She's so fashionable and gorgeous in just a simple tee and jeans.Ü&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-xoxo-&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17575981630687432-5863254696219510920?l=bubbliblue.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bubbliblue.blogspot.com/feeds/5863254696219510920/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17575981630687432&amp;postID=5863254696219510920&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17575981630687432/posts/default/5863254696219510920'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17575981630687432/posts/default/5863254696219510920'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bubbliblue.blogspot.com/2008/01/fashion-icon.html' title='Fashion Icon'/><author><name>xeieyenne - bLue</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15959941728748315398</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CxKywxQJwLo/Seh08KuR8FI/AAAAAAAAAH4/Z_uu0Stqct8/S220/00001.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17575981630687432.post-1759726633367310180</id><published>2008-01-05T22:10:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-05T22:14:47.028-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Ninang ko. i love the baby.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#3333ff;"&gt;Ninang po ako sa anak ng aking friend na si Razel. Reizha Angelique P. Mondelar ang name ng baby. Kamukhang kamukha ng tatay nya.uyy...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#009900;"&gt;Well the thought of having  a baby is really cool, but having a chit chat with friends on how painful being pregnant is scary. waah! i love babies. especially girls. hehe..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;I love my inaanak. Ready na to be a Godparent. super!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17575981630687432-1759726633367310180?l=bubbliblue.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bubbliblue.blogspot.com/feeds/1759726633367310180/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17575981630687432&amp;postID=1759726633367310180&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17575981630687432/posts/default/1759726633367310180'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17575981630687432/posts/default/1759726633367310180'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bubbliblue.blogspot.com/2008/01/ninang-ko-i-love-baby.html' title='Ninang ko. i love the baby.'/><author><name>xeieyenne - bLue</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15959941728748315398</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CxKywxQJwLo/Seh08KuR8FI/AAAAAAAAAH4/Z_uu0Stqct8/S220/00001.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17575981630687432.post-5773672727746642566</id><published>2008-01-05T22:08:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-05T22:10:40.161-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Fashion Trends in 2008. by Candymag.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;In: Feminine dressing, thin belts, head scarves, pencil skirts that are knee length or longer, sequins, metallics, silk jersey and chiffon, hats, clutches, dressing up, colors- orange, rose, lavender, green and silver, the new neutral.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Out: wicker and raffia shoes, ultra short skirts and shorts, peasant skirts, jersey knits, babydoll dresses, lots of black and/or other dark colors, loud geometric prints The take away: Focus on fit and quality- less on brand. Go cheap on accessories like the skinny belt (can get from forever21, target, hm) and metallic purses. Shop now (while some stores still have some summer merchandise on sale) for spring/summer colors like lavender (saw light weight early fall sweaters in lavender at Macys and plus size store Ashley Stewart that could be purchased now for spring).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17575981630687432-5773672727746642566?l=bubbliblue.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bubbliblue.blogspot.com/feeds/5773672727746642566/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17575981630687432&amp;postID=5773672727746642566&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17575981630687432/posts/default/5773672727746642566'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17575981630687432/posts/default/5773672727746642566'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bubbliblue.blogspot.com/2008/01/fashion-trends-in-2008-by-candymag.html' title='Fashion Trends in 2008. by Candymag.'/><author><name>xeieyenne - bLue</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15959941728748315398</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CxKywxQJwLo/Seh08KuR8FI/AAAAAAAAAH4/Z_uu0Stqct8/S220/00001.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17575981630687432.post-7337531356766265022</id><published>2008-01-05T00:28:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-05T00:34:33.957-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Class'/><title type='text'>New Year. New Life.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;I, Roxanne Cheyselle Blue Mendoza, a girl in Gensan. haha. What an introduction...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;It's a new year andmy new year's resolution are.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;forget about the past, and make it an instrument to start a whole better life.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;Forget about Boys, they're just a bunch of toilets. JK!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;Read! REad! Read!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;Go to the spa. haha! time to relax.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;Love myself more than anyone else.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;Be an example anda role model. Char!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;Lastly, make friendship that last.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;Well as for me right now, class napud.  And  so kapagod. Exam na next two weeks and I better study.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;Ciao for now.&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/17575981630687432-7337531356766265022?l=bubbliblue.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bubbliblue.blogspot.com/feeds/7337531356766265022/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17575981630687432&amp;postID=7337531356766265022&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17575981630687432/posts/default/7337531356766265022'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17575981630687432/posts/default/7337531356766265022'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bubbliblue.blogspot.com/2008/01/new-year-new-life.html' title='New Year. 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