<?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-7879023</id><updated>2011-04-22T02:54:20.872+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Of Grace and Esprit</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ofgraceandesprit.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7879023/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ofgraceandesprit.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Grace</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10647593888772116813</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://images.veavoochie.multiply.com/image/1/photos/3/600x600/11.JPG'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>62</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7879023.post-111917041225109914</id><published>2005-06-19T16:13:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-06-19T16:40:12.300+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Just A Thought</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;I'm thinking about going on hiatus (just like &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://veascharmbracelet.blogspot.com"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;vea&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;) because I feel that this sem will be a very busy and tough one. I think I'll have my hands full with schoolwork and endless projects and exams that I'll find little or no time at all for blogging. Besides, all my posts will be about school, school, &lt;strong&gt;school&lt;/strong&gt; and my frustrations and complaints regarding my profs, projects, &lt;em&gt;grades&lt;/em&gt; and the list goes on. C'mon, who would want to read that right?! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;but I don't know. I'll surely miss bloggy world if ever I took a leave.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Oh well anyway, &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Happy Father's Day&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; to all your dads (and to all those who are already daddies as well)!!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Have a great week ahead!!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7879023-111917041225109914?l=ofgraceandesprit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ofgraceandesprit.blogspot.com/feeds/111917041225109914/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7879023&amp;postID=111917041225109914' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7879023/posts/default/111917041225109914'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7879023/posts/default/111917041225109914'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ofgraceandesprit.blogspot.com/2005/06/just-thought.html' title='Just A Thought'/><author><name>Grace</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10647593888772116813</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://images.veavoochie.multiply.com/image/1/photos/3/600x600/11.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7879023.post-111884930933828752</id><published>2005-06-15T23:24:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-06-15T23:49:17.850+08:00</updated><title type='text'>First Day of School</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;what a lame title!!! hehe, can't think of any. gawd, it's only the first day of school and my brains aren't functioning well already. to think we didn't even have any formal lessons yet!!! i think i better kiss advertising goodbye!!! &lt;em&gt;naku&lt;/em&gt;, that's one of our subjects pa &lt;em&gt;naman&lt;/em&gt;. (creative = grace? definitely not!) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;anywaaay...today was ok. I was so happy I got to see my blockmates again. I missed those guys much over the summer! as for my two professors that I got to meet earlier...well, they were ok, i think. I just didn't like the fact that 1 of them loves to give out thick &lt;strong&gt;readings&lt;/strong&gt;. readings are ok, actually. as long as they are not in FILIPINO! i usually fall asleep before I even reach page 5 &lt;em&gt;kasi&lt;/em&gt; when I read school stuff in filipino. the other prof seems to be not a threat. he's soft-spoken, kinda almost like a lolo and he doesn't strike me as "terror prof". (still, i sjould be careful with him, right?) but he is so damn serious!!! and believe me, it's bad to have a serious bordering on boring prof on a 6 pm-9 pm class! again, i'd probably fall asleep or daydream.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;i've only met two of my professors and already being a DL will be harder to maintain this sem. oooh, i'm ecstatic to meet the rest of them! &lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;----&gt; i meant that sarcastically, of course.&lt;/span&gt; ;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7879023-111884930933828752?l=ofgraceandesprit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ofgraceandesprit.blogspot.com/feeds/111884930933828752/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7879023&amp;postID=111884930933828752' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7879023/posts/default/111884930933828752'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7879023/posts/default/111884930933828752'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ofgraceandesprit.blogspot.com/2005/06/first-day-of-school.html' title='First Day of School'/><author><name>Grace</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10647593888772116813</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://images.veavoochie.multiply.com/image/1/photos/3/600x600/11.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7879023.post-111857692433264165</id><published>2005-06-12T19:01:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-06-12T19:48:45.756+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Last Hurrah</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Well, I can now say that summer is officially over for me. On wednesday, June 15, classes will begin. My feelings towards school are quite a mix. I feel somewhat excited, somewhat nervous and dreadful and a little in between. All I know is I have to do better this schoolyear. I have to keep pushing myself to study, work and concentrate a bit more harder. No more dillydallying; time to get serious. ---&gt; &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;ha! I wish I can be/do all these!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I don't know about my schedule. I am happy that there's no more &lt;strong&gt;7 a.m.&lt;/strong&gt; classes for me, but then again I'm kinda annoyed because for most number of days, classes ends at 6 or &lt;strong&gt;9 pm&lt;/strong&gt;!!! And every freakin' subject lasts for 3 hours! Gah! I can't even stay alive on my 1 hour and half classes during my frosh and sophie years!!! this year is proving to be tough. hmm...but I'm tougher! &lt;em&gt;hahaha!&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;***********&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 418px; HEIGHT: 533px" height="598" src="http://webzoom.freewebs.com/mrandmrssmith/800x600.jpg" width="662" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;So as a last summer hurrah, I went out to see &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Mr. and Mrs. Smith&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;/strong&gt;Can I just say that &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Angelina Jolie&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; was just the bomb in this movie! (I didn't mean that to sound lesbo,&lt;em&gt; ha&lt;/em&gt;. I just soo admire and appreciate her in this movie.) I don't care much about &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Brad Pitt&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;though. (I never went ga-ga over him. my apologies to his fans out there. peace!) What I love about this movie is its got the action, romance-comedy thing going on. (I love it when they get brutal with each other then sweet the next!) Then, put two great stars...voila! you've got a great Hollywood movie. :)&lt;br&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;br&gt;I know there's a Hollywood classic which is identically named Mr. and Mrs. Smith. If I remember correctly, the movie stars &lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Robert Montgomery&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Carole Lombard&lt;/span&gt;. (they are &lt;em&gt;really&lt;/em&gt; old now...) What I don't know is if it's theme is exactly the same as Pitt's and Jolie's Mr. and Mrs. Smith. I haven't seen this classic yet. (I'm actually looking for a copy.) ----&gt; &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;guys, tell me if you know something ha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;br&gt;You all have a great week ahead! ;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7879023-111857692433264165?l=ofgraceandesprit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ofgraceandesprit.blogspot.com/feeds/111857692433264165/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7879023&amp;postID=111857692433264165' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7879023/posts/default/111857692433264165'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7879023/posts/default/111857692433264165'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ofgraceandesprit.blogspot.com/2005/06/last-hurrah.html' title='Last Hurrah'/><author><name>Grace</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10647593888772116813</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://images.veavoochie.multiply.com/image/1/photos/3/600x600/11.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7879023.post-111815903854457037</id><published>2005-06-07T23:33:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-06-08T00:04:21.983+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Just For Laughs</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;I've received this e-mail from my friend. I was laughing my a** off as i read this stuff. I thought of posting it here, hoping to somehow brighten your day a little bit more. If you're having a bad day or just feeling a little blue, I'm sure this will make you smile. So, read on guys! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;***Boyfriend to Girlfriend, may LQ: What do you take me for?! Granted???!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;***Guard, answering the telephone: Hello?... Ah yes, for a while.Please hang yourself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;***Starlet in an interview: If the odds are against me, then I will against them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;***Army officer to cadet:Officer: "Do you know why I ask you to stand?"Cadet: "No, sir."Officer: "Ok, why?" (anlabo!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;***Teacher to students: Baka gusto nyong ibilad ko kayo sa covered courts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;***Teacher: Class, I want you to watch sex scenes.Class: What?! Teacher!Teacher: What's wrong? It's a beautiful film starring Bros Welles! (BruceWillis)Class: Aah, Sixth Sense!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;***Sa isang examination:Student: Mam, pwedeng gumamit ng liquid paper?Teacher: Ang kulit naman! Sinabi nang pad paper lang eh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;***A reporter interviews a politician about the Philippine economy.Politician says: Talagang mahirap ang buhay natin ngayon. Pero slow byslow, we will success.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;***Heard in a fastfood chain:Yaya: Ma'm, gusto po ni Mark ng KIDNEY MEAL! &lt;---- ok, sino po gusto nyongtoy na kasama si dickey mouse o si konald duck? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;***In a restaurant:Waiter: Sir, How do you want your egg?Customer: Side in, side out. (SUNNY SIDE UP, HUNGHANG!!!) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;***Mom interviews her daughter's suitor:Mom: What's your course?Suitor: Geo po (for geology).Mom: Ahhh... Geo-rnalism. Ok yan. (ok nga!) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;***Teacher to students: Okay, form two straight circles and find your heightalphabetically! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;***Teacher to students: Okay class, it's time to go home. Form a line and passout slowly. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;***Angry teacher to student: I want you to bring your father and your mother,especially your parents, understood?! Bring them tomorrow in front of me,right here, right now! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;***Emcee, in a party: The next song is the favorite song of my best friend,and neither do I! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;***Posted in an establishment: None ID, nothing entry. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;***Teacher: Oy, magdala kayo ng chip ahoy a.Student: Miss may "s" yon...Teacher: A, sorry. Chip ahoys! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;***Two lousy-in-english friends talking to each other:Friend 1: Am I raining outside?Friend 2: Not yet. Sprinkle only.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;***Alma Moreno, in her show introduces Nora Aunor who comes in late:Finally, please welcome, the late Nora Aunor! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!!!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;P.S.&lt;/strong&gt; Sa mga tumatawa after mabasa ang post na ito...ARE YOU DRUGS? (addict kaba?)&lt;br /&gt;The e-mail message and any accompanying attachments above are intendedonly for the addressee/s and may contain information that is privileged andconfidential. If it was inadvertently sent to you, please notify the senderimmediately, delete the message and refrain from using, keeping, reviewing,forwarding or reproducing it to avoid liability. The views expressed in thesaid message are those of the sender and may not necessarily reflect theview of the company, except where the sender expressly, and with authority,states them to be the views of Unilab.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7879023-111815903854457037?l=ofgraceandesprit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ofgraceandesprit.blogspot.com/feeds/111815903854457037/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7879023&amp;postID=111815903854457037' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7879023/posts/default/111815903854457037'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7879023/posts/default/111815903854457037'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ofgraceandesprit.blogspot.com/2005/06/just-for-laughs.html' title='Just For Laughs'/><author><name>Grace</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10647593888772116813</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://images.veavoochie.multiply.com/image/1/photos/3/600x600/11.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7879023.post-111803412031167408</id><published>2005-06-06T11:54:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-06-06T13:02:00.373+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Talk N' Text Anniversaya</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Being a PA was no joke. I thought at first it was going to be easy. you know, run a few errands and stuff like that. "How hard can being an &lt;em&gt;utusan &lt;/em&gt;be, right? Surely the work would be light and I'll have lots of free time to rest and chat with people." - This is what I had in mind. Boy was I wrong!!! I knew it was the real deal when our boss told us our call time on saturday was &lt;strong&gt;6 A.M.&lt;/strong&gt; Gosh, 6 am!!! Eh the night before we were at SM &lt;strong&gt;Fairview&lt;/strong&gt; having a meeting that lasted until 10:30 pm,  so consequently we got home to &lt;strong&gt;SAMPALOC&lt;/strong&gt; at around 11:30 pm!!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://veascharmbracelet.blogspot.com"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Vea&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt; and I had to wake up at &lt;strong&gt;4 am&lt;/strong&gt; just to make it to our call time! Imagine that! So anyway, we somehow expected that upon our arrival at Sm Fairview they would at least let us eat breakfast first before they let us work. ( hello? for energy...) ha! The first sentence they told us was "&lt;em&gt;sige, magbuhat na kayo ng chairs and tables&lt;/em&gt;."&lt;em&gt; &lt;/em&gt;so we're like, "&lt;em&gt;oookaay" &lt;/em&gt;and we head on to our proper zones (&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://veascharmbracelet.blogspot.com"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Vea&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt; and I were separated. I work at the backstage and &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://veascharmbracelet.blogspot.com"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Vea&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt; deals with the games/&lt;em&gt;perya.&lt;/em&gt;) and through out the day we rarely saw or spoke with each other. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Don't get me wrong, ok? I am not whining nor complaining. In fact, if I were asked to do this kind of job again, I would do it. I had fun &lt;em&gt;naman. &lt;/em&gt;Working at the stage and the backstage was kinda cool coz I got to see lot of stars up close.&lt;em&gt; hehe, kahit na karamihan &lt;strong&gt;Chow Time&lt;/strong&gt; artists lang&lt;/em&gt;! ( I doubt if you guys even know that Chow Time is a noon time variety show on IBC 13! Honestly, it was the first time I got to watch that show!) So, who did I see? Well, there was &lt;em&gt;Bobby Yan&lt;/em&gt;, &lt;em&gt;Angelica Jones&lt;/em&gt;, that guy they call &lt;em&gt;Hubes&lt;/em&gt;, &lt;em&gt;April Boy&lt;/em&gt; (nyak! in fairness, even up close his hair was perfect! &lt;em&gt;daig pa ang hair ko&lt;/em&gt;!) ----&gt; they are the Chow Time hosts; then there were &lt;em&gt;Mark Herras&lt;/em&gt; and &lt;em&gt;Jennylyn Mercado&lt;/em&gt;, &lt;em&gt;Aaliyah Parks&lt;/em&gt; (?), &lt;em&gt;Keith Martin&lt;/em&gt; (o diba, international!) and of course the TNT endorsers &lt;em&gt;Marvin Agustin&lt;/em&gt;, &lt;em&gt;Dominic&lt;/em&gt;, &lt;em&gt;Kristene Hermosa&lt;/em&gt;, &lt;em&gt;Vhong Navarro&lt;/em&gt; and &lt;em&gt;Bea Alonzo&lt;/em&gt;. (John Lloyd was a no show.) I also got to talk personally with some of the TNT Phone Pals players like &lt;em&gt;Taulava&lt;/em&gt;, &lt;em&gt;Pablo&lt;/em&gt;, &lt;em&gt;Fran&lt;/em&gt;, &lt;em&gt;Gelig&lt;/em&gt;, &lt;em&gt;Honeycutt&lt;/em&gt;...and I forgot the rest. (I'm not really familiar with these PBA players.) hehe, I just asked them for their full names, jersey numbers and the position they are playing. &lt;em&gt;yun lang&lt;/em&gt;. I also got to be one of the idiot girls...you know, the one who holds the idiot boards up so the artists could read their spiels?! thus, the name &lt;em&gt;idiot girls&lt;/em&gt;! hay, I won't tell you anymore who was really an "idiot". &lt;em&gt;basta eto lang, nangawit ako sa paghahawak ng idiot boards!!! &lt;/em&gt;wehehehe.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Thank God it rained that Saturday coz if it didn't, the event would have lasted until 10 pm! Imagine, 6 am-10 pm! It's kinda too much, right? In fact, by 3 pm I was ready to collapse due to the heat and exhaustion. &lt;em&gt;Ikaw ba naman ang pabalik-balikin sa loob ng sm from parking lot I, di ka ba mapagod?! &lt;/em&gt;take note, I am doing all these under the heat of the sun! That's why I was so happy when it rained. As early as 8:30 pm we were done &lt;em&gt;na&lt;/em&gt;. Then came my favorite part of the day, &lt;em&gt;the kuhaan ng salary&lt;/em&gt;!!! We got paid 1000 for our PA work. Some say it's kinda small compensation &lt;em&gt;daw&lt;/em&gt; for all the things we did, but for me it's ok&lt;em&gt; na&lt;/em&gt;. I'm after my resume and the experience. The salary is just a bonus. hehe. :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;The moment I got to bed, I fell asleep agad!!! I woke up at around 10 am yesterday, and boy my body hurts like hell!!! Promise! I stayed home &lt;em&gt;nga&lt;/em&gt; all day yesterday to rest. In fact, I'm still resting now. &lt;em&gt;Grabe&lt;/em&gt;, it felt like I did a two-days work instead of one! (sorry to my friends/ka-lunchdate today. just didn't feel like going out. i'll make it up to you guys &lt;em&gt;na lang. &lt;/em&gt;ok?) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;so that's it. may we all have a great week ahead! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7879023-111803412031167408?l=ofgraceandesprit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ofgraceandesprit.blogspot.com/feeds/111803412031167408/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7879023&amp;postID=111803412031167408' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7879023/posts/default/111803412031167408'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7879023/posts/default/111803412031167408'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ofgraceandesprit.blogspot.com/2005/06/talk-n-text-anniversaya.html' title='Talk N&apos; Text Anniversaya'/><author><name>Grace</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10647593888772116813</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://images.veavoochie.multiply.com/image/1/photos/3/600x600/11.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7879023.post-111769962207336137</id><published>2005-06-02T15:48:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-06-02T16:07:02.080+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Watched Another Movie...</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 218px; HEIGHT: 237px" height="176" src="http://www.moviefans.de/a-z/m/madagascar/madagascar-press-sheet.jpg" width="256" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;My shobe and I went out and had a movie date again. We wanted to watch this movie since last week, but we never had the time until now. It was a cute movie. I love the scheming little penguins! they are so adorable! I think the actors ( &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;ben stiller&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;, &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;chris rock&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; and &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;david schwimmer&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;) and &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;jada pinkett-smith&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; did a wonderful job dubbing the animated cartoons. This movie certainly live up to cartoon greats like &lt;em&gt;shrek&lt;/em&gt; and &lt;em&gt;shark tale. &lt;/em&gt;( these 3 have the same producers, actually.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;well, I'll go rest now. I have a very &lt;em&gt;looong &lt;/em&gt;day tomorrow and on saturday. better charge up for that PA work for the Talk N' Text Anniversaya on SM Fairview. will tell you all about it on my next entry. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7879023-111769962207336137?l=ofgraceandesprit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ofgraceandesprit.blogspot.com/feeds/111769962207336137/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7879023&amp;postID=111769962207336137' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7879023/posts/default/111769962207336137'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7879023/posts/default/111769962207336137'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ofgraceandesprit.blogspot.com/2005/06/watched-another-movie.html' title='Watched Another Movie...'/><author><name>Grace</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10647593888772116813</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://images.veavoochie.multiply.com/image/1/photos/3/600x600/11.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7879023.post-111753354797601984</id><published>2005-05-31T17:42:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-05-31T17:59:07.983+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm Baaack!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;I'm finally back after a week- long "sort of" vacation at my guama's house. I enjoyed a lot because finally I was able to go swimming!!! eventhough it's just the conventional, clubhhouse pool, ok na. swimming is &lt;em&gt;still&lt;/em&gt; swimmimg!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;my cousin, China, drove me crazy!!! &lt;em&gt;grabe ang energy ng batang ito&lt;/em&gt;! the only solitude i was able to get was everytime she was asleep! and that's like 10 hours a day &lt;em&gt;lang yata&lt;/em&gt;! but either way I enjoyed my stay over there. and being a &lt;em&gt;tindera&lt;/em&gt; was a cool experience. the most i've selled were cigarettes, &lt;em&gt;ice tubig&lt;/em&gt;, Coke and candies. guama said i was a lucky charm coz last week was the most &lt;em&gt;mabenta &lt;/em&gt;week she's had in months! hehe. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;wow! i miss blogging and doing rounds of bloghopping! i was only able to check my mails and friendster twice while i was there...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;thank God for ABC 5! &lt;em&gt;buti na lang talaga&lt;/em&gt; i was able to watch AI's finale! I'd go ballistic otherwise. wait, I did go ballistic though when carrie won. hehe kidding. &lt;em&gt;sayang&lt;/em&gt;! BO, BO, BO! anywaaay, this is so last week!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;well, this is me. Cheerio folks! :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7879023-111753354797601984?l=ofgraceandesprit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ofgraceandesprit.blogspot.com/feeds/111753354797601984/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7879023&amp;postID=111753354797601984' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7879023/posts/default/111753354797601984'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7879023/posts/default/111753354797601984'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ofgraceandesprit.blogspot.com/2005/05/im-baaack.html' title='I&apos;m Baaack!'/><author><name>Grace</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10647593888772116813</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://images.veavoochie.multiply.com/image/1/photos/3/600x600/11.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7879023.post-111666342756424995</id><published>2005-05-21T15:49:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-05-21T16:17:09.963+08:00</updated><title type='text'>MIA For A While...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;I'll be gone for a week, but it's not because I'm taking a grand vacation somewhere. (oh how I wish!) I'll be over at my guama's house (my shobe's going with me) taking care of things. She's really old and a super active, ever noisy, 4- year old brat (hehe),  plus a &lt;em&gt;sari-sari&lt;/em&gt;  store to manage is kinda too much for her to handle on her own.  My guama's kinda sick too so she really needs help in the house. So while there I'll play &lt;em&gt;tindera&lt;/em&gt;/nanny. Hope I'll be more of help than a &lt;em&gt;pabigat&lt;/em&gt;!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;A week without cable (I have to catch AI on ABC 5. It's the finale &lt;em&gt;pa naman&lt;/em&gt;!!!) and the internet. If ever I want to use a computer, I have to rent somewhere. So probably no blogging, friendster and ym for a while. Thank God they have ac or else I might have not said yes to my mom!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;On the lighter side of things, they do have a clubhouse there with a huge pool. If I happen to have a free time, I'll do some swimming - something I've been wanting to do since summer began. so yey!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Catch you all soon! Have a happy weekend! :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7879023-111666342756424995?l=ofgraceandesprit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ofgraceandesprit.blogspot.com/feeds/111666342756424995/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7879023&amp;postID=111666342756424995' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7879023/posts/default/111666342756424995'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7879023/posts/default/111666342756424995'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ofgraceandesprit.blogspot.com/2005/05/mia-for-while.html' title='MIA For A While...'/><author><name>Grace</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10647593888772116813</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://images.veavoochie.multiply.com/image/1/photos/3/600x600/11.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7879023.post-111632237695944972</id><published>2005-05-17T16:48:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-05-21T16:21:49.266+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Just Another Movie Day</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Summer heat is just awful!!! Even with the little rain pour here in Cavite, the heat is still unbearable! So today, I decided to go to ATC ( well actually, I'm picking up my shobe there) and do some cooling off. There weren't many people so you can really feel the power of the mall's ac. I love going to the mall on weekdays as opposed to weekends. I have the mall almost all to myself since you know everybody's working and all on weekdays. So while we were there, we decided to go ahead and watch a movie. We didn't want to go home just yet and besides, the heat would kill us if we traveled at noon! here's what we've watched...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 246px; HEIGHT: 287px" height="86" src="http://media.movieweb.com/galleries/2739/posters/poster1_full.jpg" width="28" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;It was good movie. I was supposed to watch this with &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://veascharmbracelet.blogspot.com"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;vea&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;, but it didn't happen. Anyway, &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Ashton Kutcher&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; is just the cutest!!! I've never seen him sing and dance in a movie before. I loved it when he was dancing the tango with Bernie Mac. so, so, soooooo cute!!! and &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Bernie Mac&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; is hilarious! But still, my eyes were all glued to Ashton! *sighs...* &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7879023-111632237695944972?l=ofgraceandesprit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ofgraceandesprit.blogspot.com/feeds/111632237695944972/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7879023&amp;postID=111632237695944972' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7879023/posts/default/111632237695944972'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7879023/posts/default/111632237695944972'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ofgraceandesprit.blogspot.com/2005/05/just-another-movie-day.html' title='Just Another Movie Day'/><author><name>Grace</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10647593888772116813</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://images.veavoochie.multiply.com/image/1/photos/3/600x600/11.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7879023.post-111591622449122766</id><published>2005-05-13T00:23:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-05-21T16:30:09.506+08:00</updated><title type='text'>.....Uhh.....</title><content type='html'>&lt;span &gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;LOVE&lt;/strong&gt;...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;for you&lt;/em&gt;...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;strikes you like lightning...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;is easy as a breeze that come and go...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;feels like the sunlight on your face...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;is like floating on cloud nine...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;is like a roller coaster ride...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;is victory you've achieved over another...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;are tears you are willing to shed because of one person...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;is a sacrifice you are willing to make...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;is something worth dying for.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;for me&lt;/em&gt;...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;is more like the raindrops that soaks your shirt slowly and gets to your heart...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;is the air that surrounds you everyday...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;is more like the moonlight that guards you in your darkest hours...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;is like standing on solid ground with your eyes cast on the sky above...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;is more like a taxi ride that gets you safely home...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;is the victory you share with another...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;are the tears that you've saved yourself from shedding...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;doesn't have to be a sacrifice because we can compromise...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;is something definitely worth living for.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7879023-111591622449122766?l=ofgraceandesprit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ofgraceandesprit.blogspot.com/feeds/111591622449122766/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7879023&amp;postID=111591622449122766' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7879023/posts/default/111591622449122766'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7879023/posts/default/111591622449122766'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ofgraceandesprit.blogspot.com/2005/05/uhh.html' title='.....Uhh.....'/><author><name>Grace</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10647593888772116813</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://images.veavoochie.multiply.com/image/1/photos/3/600x600/11.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7879023.post-111582508484147627</id><published>2005-05-11T22:56:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-05-21T16:29:40.876+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Untitled</title><content type='html'>&lt;span &gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;This summer is definitely proving to be one of the most unproductive, boring summers of my life!!! I haven't done anything remotely close to productive! As in &lt;em&gt;zilch&lt;/em&gt;. &lt;em&gt;zero&lt;/em&gt;. &lt;em&gt;nada&lt;/em&gt;. Even the "fun" part is nowhere to be found! This is so frustrating! Randomness could either kill me or drive me into insanity! and it's &lt;em&gt;May&lt;/em&gt;, for crying out loud! That's why i'm seriously considering going to that trip to the province with my father. Come to think of it, I haven't been there since I was 12 (i think). This could just be the "action" I need to liven up what few weeks I have before classes start on june 13th.&lt;em&gt; Ack!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Out&lt;em&gt; &lt;/em&gt;of sheer boredom, extremely hot weather and impulsiveness, I had my hair chopped off yesterday. Yep! All three+ inches of it!!! At first I was sad and regretful especially when I saw all those hair on the salon floor, but I got over it as soon as I stepped out of the salon. My head feels light and I feel "fresh" than ever. The cut is great because it's very low maintenance - less shampoo and conditioner is needed, less water is used just to rinse my hair off everything and definitely less time in the shower! Heck, I'm done taking a bath in 7 minutes flat! Amazing. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;And besides, I feel like my old self again. Back in high school, I was the &lt;em&gt;queen&lt;/em&gt; of short hairdo's. One day I could be sporting a new bob, then weeks after I could be seen in a boy cut. I have always been experimental with my hair. But since I stepped into college, I stopped being that and grew my hair long and stopped visiting the salon more often. Now I'm happy. At least my hair is getting some action. Cheerio.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7879023-111582508484147627?l=ofgraceandesprit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ofgraceandesprit.blogspot.com/feeds/111582508484147627/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7879023&amp;postID=111582508484147627' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7879023/posts/default/111582508484147627'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7879023/posts/default/111582508484147627'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ofgraceandesprit.blogspot.com/2005/05/untitled.html' title='Untitled'/><author><name>Grace</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10647593888772116813</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://images.veavoochie.multiply.com/image/1/photos/3/600x600/11.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7879023.post-111513412851552246</id><published>2005-05-03T23:16:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-05-21T16:30:54.606+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Green Monster!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span &gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Imagine this scenario...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;You are with your friends and you tell them a great news. Everybody's happy for you and they're hugging and congratulating you on your "success". You thought &lt;em&gt;everybody &lt;/em&gt;is happy. -WRONG! - A certain friend's hug doesn't feel right and neither does his/her words sound sincere. You can feel something's up and you can see through his/her smile that he/she isn't really &lt;em&gt;that &lt;/em&gt;happy for you...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;a case of the green-eyed monster...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;I know most of you share the same experience or know a few people like this, and &lt;em&gt;diba&lt;/em&gt;, truth be told, &lt;em&gt;nakakainis&lt;/em&gt;!!! ugh.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7879023-111513412851552246?l=ofgraceandesprit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ofgraceandesprit.blogspot.com/feeds/111513412851552246/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' 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src='http://images.veavoochie.multiply.com/image/1/photos/3/600x600/11.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7879023.post-111476745387479608</id><published>2005-04-29T17:13:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-05-21T16:31:31.796+08:00</updated><title type='text'>What Do You Do?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span &gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;What do you do when you feel like life is moving too fast and it's throwing you off course?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;What do you do when you hurt so much and you can't cry because people expect you to be "happyhappyjoyjoy"?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;What do you do when yo want to run to the other side but you can't because your feet is tied in shackles?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;What do you do when you're just tired of living what is viewed to be "right" by others?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;What do you do when you want to scream but you just have no strength?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;What do you do when the trust you share with someone is tainted with lies?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;What do you do when a loved one's hand you were holding suddenly let you fall?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;What do you do when one day, you wake up, you find out that everything and everyone you believe in are the same things and people you should have not believed in in the first place? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;What do you do when one day, you wake up and you don't know who you are anymore?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;What do you do when you lose hope, faith and reason at the same time?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;What do you do when you have your heart and spirit broken and stomped upon?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Again, what do you do?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;What &lt;em&gt;will&lt;/em&gt; you do???&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7879023-111476745387479608?l=ofgraceandesprit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ofgraceandesprit.blogspot.com/feeds/111476745387479608/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7879023&amp;postID=111476745387479608' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7879023/posts/default/111476745387479608'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7879023/posts/default/111476745387479608'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ofgraceandesprit.blogspot.com/2005/04/what-do-you-do.html' title='What Do You Do?'/><author><name>Grace</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10647593888772116813</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://images.veavoochie.multiply.com/image/1/photos/3/600x600/11.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7879023.post-111459791973510027</id><published>2005-04-27T18:15:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-05-21T16:32:29.180+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Remembering Charmander</title><content type='html'>&lt;span &gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;It's kinda funny how little, trivial things can remind you of forgotten moments and special things or people...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;like how an old Pokemon playing card can remind you of a boy who sat beside the girl in front of you in every class during your first year high school...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;how that boy finally recognized your existence when out of the blue your pikachu and charmander cards fell out of the judith mcnaught novel you were reading...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;how he charmingly asked what you were doing with those cards and if you actually played with them...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;how you told him that you actually use those cards as bookmarks and that it just so happens that you find pikachu and charmander cute...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;how he smiled and asked you if he could have charmander since he liked him as well...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;and you smiled what you hoped was your best smile ever and said, "sure!" as nonchalantly as you could as you hand charmander over...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;*sigh*.....silly, isn't it?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;but I confess, I still have pikachu with me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;I can't help but wonder how charmander is doing right now...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7879023-111459791973510027?l=ofgraceandesprit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ofgraceandesprit.blogspot.com/feeds/111459791973510027/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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src='http://images.veavoochie.multiply.com/image/1/photos/3/600x600/11.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7879023.post-111442643460629314</id><published>2005-04-25T18:19:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-05-21T16:35:58.656+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hopefulness or Stubborness? What is it?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span &gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;A certain person once told me that I'm too persistent, actually bordering on stubborn, for my own good. For me, it was more on being too hopeful rather than being stubborn. I know there are people out there who are like me. Those people who continue to believe and hope for whatever it is that they want even if the odds are completely against them. Some say I am crazy for being this way; but I say I am brave.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;I have hoped too much on certain things and got my spirit broken a few times. Friends tell me that if I had only looked reality in the eye and paid attention to what was really there, I might have saved myself. During my low times, I think they are right and I go blaming myself for being stubborn or sticking it out. Then I stand up, go into battle again and hope that this time victory will be mine.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;For me, as long as I know I have faith in my heart, it doesn't really matter whether I fall or succeed. Half the battle is already won when I begin to hope and face what could turn out to be a tragedy, and persisting could make this "tragedy" into a victory. Well, that's the way I see it. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7879023-111442643460629314?l=ofgraceandesprit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ofgraceandesprit.blogspot.com/feeds/111442643460629314/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7879023&amp;postID=111442643460629314' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7879023/posts/default/111442643460629314'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7879023/posts/default/111442643460629314'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ofgraceandesprit.blogspot.com/2005/04/hopefulness-or-stubborness-what-is-it.html' title='Hopefulness or Stubborness? What is it?'/><author><name>Grace</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10647593888772116813</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://images.veavoochie.multiply.com/image/1/photos/3/600x600/11.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7879023.post-111365106065227932</id><published>2005-04-16T18:45:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-05-21T16:36:47.953+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Get Into the Movies</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img src="http://us.movies1.yimg.com/movies.yahoo.com/images/hv/photo/movie_pix/universal_pictures/the_wedding_date/theweddingdate_bigposter2.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;I found this movie cute. It's not your typical romantic film that's overly mushy, but still it's worth watching. Actually, for me, the fact that it's not mushy-mushy gives the film plus points. I loved &lt;strong&gt;Dermot Mulroney&lt;/strong&gt;'s character, Nick. I thought he was charming. &lt;strong&gt;Debra Messing&lt;/strong&gt; was not bad herself. Her character, Kat, was a bit funny. And the songs in the movie was great! I wouldn't mind getting a copy of this film and it's soundtrack. I can already hear &lt;em&gt;Home&lt;/em&gt; by Michael Buble playing in my head...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://us.movies1.yimg.com/movies.yahoo.com/images/hv/photo/movie_pix/twentieth_century_fox/hide_and_seek/hideandseek_bigearlyposter.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span &gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;I don't know about you guys, but this film didn't scare me a bit. and the ending was kinda predictable. (well, for me it was. Half way through the movie I was already able to guess who's the killer and how the movie would end.) All in all I'd say the movie was OK.....but &lt;strong&gt;Dakota Fanning&lt;/strong&gt; and &lt;strong&gt;Robert De Niro&lt;/strong&gt; were both spectacular as always. Actually, Dakota was so spooky! She has proven yet again what a child wonder she is! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;The next movies on my list are &lt;strong&gt;Finding Neverland&lt;/strong&gt; (starring Johnny Depp and Kate Winslet) and &lt;strong&gt;The Spongebob Movie&lt;/strong&gt;...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;By the way, when trailers were rolling I saw that &lt;strong&gt;Paris Hilton&lt;/strong&gt; is now a movie star!!! She's got a movie titled &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;House of Wax &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;showing soon. She's even one of the main stars, I think. So to those Paris Hilton fans, watch out for this movie. :)&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7879023-111365106065227932?l=ofgraceandesprit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ofgraceandesprit.blogspot.com/feeds/111365106065227932/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7879023&amp;postID=111365106065227932' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7879023/posts/default/111365106065227932'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7879023/posts/default/111365106065227932'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ofgraceandesprit.blogspot.com/2005/04/get-into-movies.html' title='Get Into the Movies'/><author><name>Grace</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10647593888772116813</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://images.veavoochie.multiply.com/image/1/photos/3/600x600/11.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7879023.post-111304179868786900</id><published>2005-04-09T17:48:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-05-21T16:37:28.226+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Childhood</title><content type='html'>&lt;span &gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Do you remember your childhood?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;I was with my little cousins earlier and being the &lt;em&gt;makulit&lt;/em&gt; and&lt;em&gt; maingay&lt;/em&gt; kids that they are, it was natural that by the end of the day I was super &lt;em&gt;pagod &lt;/em&gt;and harassed &lt;em&gt;na&lt;/em&gt;. I am not complaining in any way, ok. I love kids and i love how they remind me of myself when i was little too. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;As a kid, I was super &lt;em&gt;kulit &lt;/em&gt;and a brat!!! In fact, the family used to call me "kulit" and not my name. hehe. If people were to ask me how was my childhood I'd definitely say it was one of the fun parts of my life. It was this time that I taught myself how to ride the bicycle and to swim in a 4-feet pool. (I was so hard-headed and very persistent to learn that I decided to teach myself how to do these things when everyone claimed they were too busy to teach me!) It was this time that every summer my ahia would stay at our house and every afternoon we'd bike around the village. It was this time that I've learned you can't always get sick when you dance in the rain and made some &lt;em&gt;tampisaw&lt;/em&gt;. And it was also this time that I've learned the joys of playing &lt;em&gt;piko, tumbang preso (?), tagu-taguan, ten-twenty, &lt;/em&gt;and&lt;em&gt; chinese garter &lt;/em&gt;with my &lt;em&gt;kapit-bahays. &lt;/em&gt;And of course this was also the time when I've cried the most because of scraped knees, a bully, or simply the &lt;em&gt;"palo" &lt;/em&gt;I used to get everyday (promise it was everyday!) because I came home late, I smelled of the sun and my shirt, or rather, I was &lt;em&gt;grasa-grasa. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Remembering these things make me smile, and now as I think of it I was very lucky to have a happy childhood. True, all of us were once a child before, but only a few get to say that they were &lt;em&gt;really&lt;/em&gt; once a child. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;So, do you remember your childhood???&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;I know I do.....with a smile :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7879023-111304179868786900?l=ofgraceandesprit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ofgraceandesprit.blogspot.com/feeds/111304179868786900/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7879023&amp;postID=111304179868786900' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7879023/posts/default/111304179868786900'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7879023/posts/default/111304179868786900'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ofgraceandesprit.blogspot.com/2005/04/happy-childhood.html' title='Happy Childhood'/><author><name>Grace</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10647593888772116813</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://images.veavoochie.multiply.com/image/1/photos/3/600x600/11.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7879023.post-111262978131807993</id><published>2005-04-04T23:35:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-05-21T16:38:08.446+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hard Work Does Pay</title><content type='html'>&lt;span &gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Whoopee! Yehey! Yippee!!!!! I am cleared! Meaning, I passed all my subjects!!! *Thank you, Atsi Jane, for getting my clearance for me since I was so lazy to go out and get it on my own! Mwah!*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Now I truly believe that hard work does pay off. Just checked my grades online 5 minutes ago, and I made it to the dean's list!!!! hehe. I know this isn't pure luck anymore (unlike last sem) because I &lt;em&gt;think &lt;/em&gt;I've worked harder this sem. Therefore, I conclude, I deserve to be in the list!!! hahaha!!! Oooh...what should I ask for as a reward from my parents?!? wahaha!!! as if!!! Goodnight people. I know I'd definitely be sleeping well! :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;*Thanks Vea for informing me about our online grades. Hope this will pave the way for my parents to say "yes" to baguio!!! :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7879023-111262978131807993?l=ofgraceandesprit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ofgraceandesprit.blogspot.com/feeds/111262978131807993/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7879023&amp;postID=111262978131807993' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7879023/posts/default/111262978131807993'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7879023/posts/default/111262978131807993'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ofgraceandesprit.blogspot.com/2005/04/hard-work-does-pay.html' title='Hard Work Does Pay'/><author><name>Grace</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10647593888772116813</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://images.veavoochie.multiply.com/image/1/photos/3/600x600/11.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7879023.post-111250707779915495</id><published>2005-04-03T13:41:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-05-21T16:38:48.466+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Goodbye Dearest Pope</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 174px; HEIGHT: 173px" height="110" src="http://etcatholic.com/sept7/wire%20pope25d.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span &gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;When I woke up at 4 this morning to prepare for church, the news of the death of our dearest Pope met me. Like everybody else around the world, I was affected immensely by this sad news. I can say the sadness I felt when Princess D was nothing compared to what I am feeling right now. So he's not my grandfather or anything, but I just feel he is such a big loss to the world, and I'm sure every person must feel the same as I do. It's either that or they're a bunch of atheists.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Now I know we are in a mourning state, but we must all remember to do our part. The late Pope John Paul II spent his life praying for our sins and our souls and for the world's betterment, and now it is our turn to pray for him. We don't know what awaits us or the Catholic faith after this tragedy, but let us hope that the person next in line to the papacy is someone who is as kind, loving and generous as the late Pope. Let us remember, &lt;em&gt;"God will never forsake his people."&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7879023-111250707779915495?l=ofgraceandesprit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ofgraceandesprit.blogspot.com/feeds/111250707779915495/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7879023&amp;postID=111250707779915495' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7879023/posts/default/111250707779915495'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7879023/posts/default/111250707779915495'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ofgraceandesprit.blogspot.com/2005/04/goodbye-dearest-pope.html' title='Goodbye Dearest Pope'/><author><name>Grace</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10647593888772116813</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://images.veavoochie.multiply.com/image/1/photos/3/600x600/11.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7879023.post-111243456184684671</id><published>2005-04-02T17:19:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-05-21T16:39:16.526+08:00</updated><title type='text'>THE PACIFIER</title><content type='html'>&lt;span &gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;I was supposed to get my clearance today, but when i woke up this morning my mom told me shw didn't want me to go to UST anymore since it was just a waste of time. Imagine, I'd commute for an hour and a half, then when I reach school, I'd just get my clearance then bail pronto and travel back again to cavite. So it was a smarter to choice to just let my mom have my i.d. and get my clearance after work. This plan was actually ok...only my mom wasn't able to get my clearance because she came to school at almost 5 and the AB office was already closed and the stupid AB guard won't let her in the building anymore!!! well I guess I'll be waiting in vain for a couple of days more!!! sheesh!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Anyhow, I'm ok. This day was ok. Thanks to Vin Diesel!!! :) Watched &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;The Pacifier&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/em&gt;earlier with my sisters. I love the film and I love VIN!!!! I'm at a loss for words...&lt;em&gt;basta&lt;/em&gt;! You guys should not miss this movie!!! If you adored Vin Diesel in&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt; Fast and the Furious,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt; &lt;em&gt;XX&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;X&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;, Pitch Black&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; or &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Saving Private Ryan&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;/em&gt;you'd love him more in this film!!! I know I went gaga over him!!! *sigh*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7879023-111243456184684671?l=ofgraceandesprit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ofgraceandesprit.blogspot.com/feeds/111243456184684671/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7879023&amp;postID=111243456184684671' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7879023/posts/default/111243456184684671'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7879023/posts/default/111243456184684671'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ofgraceandesprit.blogspot.com/2005/04/pacifier.html' title='THE PACIFIER'/><author><name>Grace</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10647593888772116813</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://images.veavoochie.multiply.com/image/1/photos/3/600x600/11.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7879023.post-111233334343007847</id><published>2005-04-01T13:13:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-05-21T16:39:42.226+08:00</updated><title type='text'>April Fool's Day</title><content type='html'>&lt;span &gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;I've been such a bum. For the past two weeks of summer vacation, I've done nothing but watch tv, eat eat eat, and be a mall rat! Gosh! My life spells B-O-R-I-N-G!!! -all caps!!! I wish there's something I can look forward to...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Oh. Speaking of which, tomorrow is a big day. It's &lt;em&gt;the&lt;/em&gt; CLEARANCE DAY. Honestly speaking I am excited about getting my grades and finally putting an end to my misery, but still i am also nervous about this. Though I am quite sure I have no reason to be because I have been a good student, somehow I don't feel at ease. Well, tomorrow's a few hours away. Just a little bit more of waiting...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;I've been receiving lots of "joke joke joke" texts today. Then I remembered it is April Fool's Day &lt;em&gt;pala. &lt;/em&gt;I haven't found my victim yet. hehe. Happy April Fool's Day to you all! Have a great weekend!!! :) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7879023-111233334343007847?l=ofgraceandesprit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ofgraceandesprit.blogspot.com/feeds/111233334343007847/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7879023&amp;postID=111233334343007847' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7879023/posts/default/111233334343007847'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7879023/posts/default/111233334343007847'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ofgraceandesprit.blogspot.com/2005/04/april-fools-day.html' title='April Fool&apos;s Day'/><author><name>Grace</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10647593888772116813</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://images.veavoochie.multiply.com/image/1/photos/3/600x600/11.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7879023.post-111119951630644800</id><published>2005-03-19T09:51:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-03-19T14:51:14.666+08:00</updated><title type='text'>And I'm Back in the Game!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Everyone thought I was leaving blogspot -&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;not&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;!!! Was just too busy and too lazy, that's all. Anyway, so much has happened since I last blogged that I don't know where to start my &lt;em&gt;kwentos&lt;/em&gt;! Ok, first off, WHOOPEE!!! I'm done with my sophomore year in college! Gosh! I'll be a junior &lt;em&gt;na&lt;/em&gt;...it seems only yesterday I was starting out as a frosh...oh, my...well i'm happy nonetheless coz this year was great! I got close to some people I never really got to talk to when we were in first year; I've managed to cross the line and make friends with really great people...as vea have said in her blog - our block is somehow "divided" into two groups. But thanks to the play, we've all melded into one. (&lt;em&gt;sana!&lt;/em&gt;) We even celebrated twice, no, &lt;em&gt;thrice&lt;/em&gt; as a whole class! First was at Bingkay's right after our play; second, at the fort (not "&lt;em&gt;the fort&lt;/em&gt;" that you have in mind...) right after we're done with our finals; third (and my favorite so far) at the Providence Tower, karaoke-&lt;em&gt;ing &lt;/em&gt;and at PICC, biking in the night!!! Hopefully there is still a fourth (EK!), fifth (Star City!) and sixth (Tagaytay!) to come in the summer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;*Guys, as I write this, I am missing you all!!! Waaaahhhhh!!!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So anyway, what are my plans for the summer?! Well,first,I want to get a job. Not a "serious and heavy" type of job, but a "fun" summer job. I just want to earn money and have a fun experience at the same time. Problem is, I don't have any idea where and how to start this plan of mine!!! Any help or suggestion from you guys is very much welcome!!! :)&lt;br /&gt;Second, my high school barkada are planning a "beach trip"...we haven't finalized our plans yet because as usual we have a problem with our transpo!!! (&lt;em&gt; guys naman, college na tayo! commute na talaga tayo! road trip, anyone?!&lt;/em&gt;)&lt;br /&gt;Well so far that's just about it. I hope I'll come up with better and brighter ideas to do for this summer!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh! Holy Week is just around the corner, and I don't have any plans yet...&lt;br /&gt;Hmm....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Let's all have a great summer!!! :)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7879023-111119951630644800?l=ofgraceandesprit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ofgraceandesprit.blogspot.com/feeds/111119951630644800/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7879023&amp;postID=111119951630644800' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7879023/posts/default/111119951630644800'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7879023/posts/default/111119951630644800'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ofgraceandesprit.blogspot.com/2005/03/and-im-back-in-game.html' title='And I&apos;m Back in the Game!'/><author><name>Grace</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10647593888772116813</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://images.veavoochie.multiply.com/image/1/photos/3/600x600/11.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7879023.post-110811443036602261</id><published>2005-02-11T16:58:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-02-11T17:33:50.376+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Updates...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;I went awol here sa blog for quite some time...hehe. To be honest, apart from being busy with school, I felt really lazy to do some blogging. The thought of leaving the blogging world has come to mind countless of times because I know I'm starting to be reallly irresponsible here, and lately blogging just isn't fun anymore...but hey, I'm still here! For some unknown reason, I just can't leave &lt;em&gt;talaga. &lt;/em&gt;I know I'd miss blogging too much and I'd probably be back again anyway. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;So here's what's been happening:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;I'm so frustrated with my English prof because she's been standing us up for&lt;br /&gt;the past two meetings!!! &lt;em&gt;Tuloy&lt;/em&gt; I can't finish up with my report!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;I want to go see &lt;em&gt;The Phantom of the Opera &lt;/em&gt;real soon. like, tomorrow?! :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Hurrah!!! Our class has finally chosen &lt;em&gt;Once On This Island &lt;/em&gt;for our musical play!!! Finally we're heading somewhere! I have a feeling it'll be great. And I'm gonna be a dancer!!! hehe. People in class wanted me to play little Ti Moune ( child version of the lead character), but I really felt I don't want to do some acting. I've already tried that. I want to do something different this time and luckily, everything went my way. Yey!!! *oh!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://veascharmbracelet.blogspot.com"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt; vea&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt; bagged the lead role yet again! double yey!!!*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;I've finally experienced attending the Ash Wednesday mass. It was my first time ever and it was a cool experience. but the ash they put on your forehead was somewhat itchy...i don't know if it was just me...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;well i think that's just about it. ooh...valentine's just around the corner...!!! :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;happy weekend to all!!&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/7879023-110811443036602261?l=ofgraceandesprit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ofgraceandesprit.blogspot.com/feeds/110811443036602261/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7879023&amp;postID=110811443036602261' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7879023/posts/default/110811443036602261'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7879023/posts/default/110811443036602261'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ofgraceandesprit.blogspot.com/2005/02/updates.html' title='Updates...'/><author><name>Grace</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10647593888772116813</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://images.veavoochie.multiply.com/image/1/photos/3/600x600/11.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7879023.post-110672365082602114</id><published>2005-01-26T14:42:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-01-26T15:17:41.500+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Fruit of Thy Labor...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Finally I found time to do some blogging! It's been a while since I last posted something here. Anyway, prelim week is long over. &lt;em&gt;Allelujah! &lt;/em&gt;In fact, I already got the results of some of my exams. I did pretty well &lt;em&gt;naman &lt;/em&gt;so I'm happy! Half of the second semester's done...a month and some weeks more of schoolwork and I'm all "hello!" summer sunshine!!! But before all the rejoicing, there are loads of stuff to do!!! There's the &lt;em&gt;Noli &lt;/em&gt;presentation, which by the way we haven't even done a single thing about, there's the broadcom project and again, i haven't started doing my work (tsk! tsk!), the theology report that i keep on putting off, the english group reporting, the PLAY (very important!)...and what else?! I know there seems to be more...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;HAY&lt;/em&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and then there is still Baseco house-building thing every Sunday!!! (*cwts, anyone?!) i swear, my arms still hurt because of those heavy hollow blocks!!! but painting the houses was cool; i say it's my favorite part! come to think of it, the work is okay. what i don't like is the sun on my skin and the heat! &lt;em&gt;grabe&lt;/em&gt;!!! feels so much like summer! the color of my arms is not even anymore...! oh well, 3 sundays more to go...3 sundays (9 am-4 pm) of painfully hot weather and muscle pains!!!now this is what it must have felt like doing the &lt;em&gt;polo y servicio&lt;/em&gt; during the spanish times. no wonder many filipinos rebelled against this unjust labor system!!! &lt;em&gt;***naks! sir dalangin would be so proud!***&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7879023-110672365082602114?l=ofgraceandesprit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ofgraceandesprit.blogspot.com/feeds/110672365082602114/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7879023&amp;postID=110672365082602114' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7879023/posts/default/110672365082602114'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7879023/posts/default/110672365082602114'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ofgraceandesprit.blogspot.com/2005/01/fruit-of-thy-labor.html' title='Fruit of Thy Labor...'/><author><name>Grace</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10647593888772116813</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://images.veavoochie.multiply.com/image/1/photos/3/600x600/11.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7879023.post-110572212338913748</id><published>2005-01-15T01:36:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-01-15T01:02:03.390+08:00</updated><title type='text'>No Life, Just School</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Another weekend of staying home and burying myself in tons of schoolbooks!!! I have no choice since next week is our prelim examination week. So that means no blogging, no malling, no long hours spent in front of the tv, no &lt;em&gt;ym-ing &lt;/em&gt;with friends to chitchat.....hence the title. Well I am not complaining. I know perfectly well that this is one of my duties as a &lt;em&gt;responsible&lt;/em&gt; student. If I want to make it to the dean's list again, I have to throw in some sacrifices. And these are minor sacrifices, so I guess it's ok. I'm trying to see the light at the end of the tunnel - reaping the fruits of my hardwork in the end.  Meaning, I'll be able to go with my high school friends to the beach come summer time without having a hard time asking for mom and dad's permission and going up the stage to receive my "dl" certificate and absolutely no hard time asking for "summer" allowance when I need to go shop! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;I pray to God that He may give me enough patience and strength to help me focus as I study, and I also pray that He may bless me with a good memory so that I may remember every important names and dates in Philippine history and the other subjects as well. AMEN.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Happy Weekend to all of you!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7879023-110572212338913748?l=ofgraceandesprit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ofgraceandesprit.blogspot.com/feeds/110572212338913748/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7879023&amp;postID=110572212338913748' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7879023/posts/default/110572212338913748'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7879023/posts/default/110572212338913748'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ofgraceandesprit.blogspot.com/2005/01/no-life-just-school.html' title='No Life, Just School'/><author><name>Grace</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10647593888772116813</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://images.veavoochie.multiply.com/image/1/photos/3/600x600/11.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7879023.post-110516658690606931</id><published>2005-01-08T14:15:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-01-08T14:46:28.276+08:00</updated><title type='text'>First Weekend of the Year</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;....and I'm stuck at home! I can't go out because I know I have to stay home to review for all the upcoming exams next week!!! I have like 5 written exams and 1 oral exam (an oration) for the next week! I haven't even begun memorizing my speech! I'm still in my "slack-off" mode. And I feel bad because I so want to watch the Tiong Lian games in Chiang Kai later today...it's the opening &lt;em&gt;pa naman&lt;/em&gt;!!! My atsi jane and joy are going to watch, my Mom as well and even my Dad!!! The whole family is going except for me! (and well, Tina...) I hope tomorrow will be better because this is not definitely a good way to start the year! I mean, weekend is supposed to be all about relaxation and fun...oh, I just want to go out and watch some court action, see my friends and make kwento...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;well, I'll go back to my books now. Happy Weekend to you all! Hope your weekend's way better than mine!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7879023-110516658690606931?l=ofgraceandesprit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ofgraceandesprit.blogspot.com/feeds/110516658690606931/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7879023&amp;postID=110516658690606931' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7879023/posts/default/110516658690606931'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7879023/posts/default/110516658690606931'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ofgraceandesprit.blogspot.com/2005/01/first-weekend-of-year.html' title='First Weekend of the Year'/><author><name>Grace</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10647593888772116813</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://images.veavoochie.multiply.com/image/1/photos/3/600x600/11.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7879023.post-110455380904081162</id><published>2005-01-01T13:19:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-01-01T12:30:09.040+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Cheers to the New Year!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;I know it's a cliche, but time does really fly so fast! Another year has ended yet again, and hurrah to year 2005! Many say this year is definitely not going to be one of our best years, but I still say we have a lot to thank God for. So I'm wishing all the people out there the best of everything - lots of love, more reason to smile, less problems, and many more blessings!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:180%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;HAPPY NEW YEAR!!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7879023-110455380904081162?l=ofgraceandesprit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ofgraceandesprit.blogspot.com/feeds/110455380904081162/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7879023&amp;postID=110455380904081162' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7879023/posts/default/110455380904081162'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7879023/posts/default/110455380904081162'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ofgraceandesprit.blogspot.com/2005/01/cheers-to-new-year.html' title='Cheers to the New Year!!!'/><author><name>Grace</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10647593888772116813</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://images.veavoochie.multiply.com/image/1/photos/3/600x600/11.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7879023.post-110416636947297569</id><published>2004-12-28T01:25:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2004-12-28T01:01:55.313+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Of Christmas and the New Year</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;I feel like my energy has been zapped by all the festivities: completing the misa de gallo...cooking noche buena...then Christmas eve...family get-together on the 25th...visiting people, people, PEOPLE...whew! I suddenly feel tired that I've spent today in bed! But nonetheless I am happy!!! -Happy with spending some time with my cousins(that I don't get to spend much time with); happy that nobody ended up with food-poisoning because of me; happy that everybody in the family is happy; and happy because I've received lots of gifts!!! hehe. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the new year is coming and it's definitely another big celebration, but I'm thinking more than that. Yesterday, I've watched lots of predictions on tv about the year 2005 and it seemed that the incoming year doesn't sound too promising for the whole country. they (psychics and astrologers) have predicted that the economy will be much worst as compared to the year 2004, that the government will be in turmoil and the country as well, and that nature won't be friendly this coming year. (earthquakes and typhoons ring a bell?) hay...I couldn't take all these ugly predictions that I turned the tv off before I get too devastated and too scared. I mean, hearing all these, what's to look forward to in the coming year??? I try to keep in mind &lt;em&gt;na lang &lt;/em&gt;that God knows better. These, after all, are just &lt;strong&gt;predictions&lt;/strong&gt; made by man. I'm praying extra hard that they are all wrong!!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7879023-110416636947297569?l=ofgraceandesprit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ofgraceandesprit.blogspot.com/feeds/110416636947297569/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7879023&amp;postID=110416636947297569' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7879023/posts/default/110416636947297569'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7879023/posts/default/110416636947297569'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ofgraceandesprit.blogspot.com/2004/12/of-christmas-and-new-year.html' title='Of Christmas and the New Year'/><author><name>Grace</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10647593888772116813</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://images.veavoochie.multiply.com/image/1/photos/3/600x600/11.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7879023.post-110416639197849574</id><published>2004-12-28T01:25:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-12-28T00:53:11.976+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Of Christmas and the New Year</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;I feel like my energy has been zapped by all the festivities: completing the misa de gallo...cooking noche buena...then Christmas eve...family get-together on the 25th...visiting people, people, PEOPLE...whew! I suddenly feel tired that I've spent today in bed! But nonetheless I am happy!!! -Happy with spending some time with my cousins(that I don't get to spend much time with); happy that nobody ended up with food-poisoning because of me; happy that everybody in the family is happy; and happy because I've received lots of gifts!!! hehe. :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;the new year is coming and it's definitely another big celebration, but I'm thinking more than that. Yesterday, I've watched lots of predictions on tv about the year 2005 and it seemed that the incoming year doesn't sound too promising for the whole country. they (psychics and astrologers) have predicted that the economy will be worser as compared to the year 2004, that the government will be in turmoil and the country as well, and that nature won't be friendly this coming year. (earthquakes and typhoons ring a bell?) hay...I couldn't take all these ugly predictions that I turned the tv off before I get too devastated and too scared. I mean, hearing all these, what's to look forward to in the coming year??? I try to keep in mind &lt;em&gt;na lang &lt;/em&gt;that God knows better. These, after all, are just &lt;strong&gt;predictions&lt;/strong&gt; made by man. I'm praying extra hard that they are all wrong!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7879023-110416639197849574?l=ofgraceandesprit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ofgraceandesprit.blogspot.com/feeds/110416639197849574/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7879023&amp;postID=110416639197849574' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7879023/posts/default/110416639197849574'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7879023/posts/default/110416639197849574'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ofgraceandesprit.blogspot.com/2004/12/of-christmas-and-new-year_28.html' title='Of Christmas and the New Year'/><author><name>Grace</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10647593888772116813</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://images.veavoochie.multiply.com/image/1/photos/3/600x600/11.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7879023.post-110346870181220392</id><published>2004-12-19T22:25:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-12-19T23:05:01.813+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Back To Chinese Land</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;My high school &lt;em&gt;barkada &lt;/em&gt;had&lt;em&gt; &lt;/em&gt;a get together yesterday. I was so tired when I got home that I didn't blog about it anymore last night. I never realized how much i missed them until i saw them all yesterday. It has been so long since we've all last seen one another, but we more than make up for lost time. Suddenly I was back to everything chinese - the company, the faces i'm seeing, the food, the language...everything! I never thought I'd say this, but I miss my chinese half. It was like when I went to college, I was detached from it somehow. And yesterday was like a big homecoming...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;So anyway, we didn't go out anymore because we all felt lazy and just wanted to hang out and talk, talk, talk. We just stayed at Charmaine's house and had loads of girl talk. Now I can say that our conversations are more mature and more open. Each one of us have changed in more ways than one. I was happy to know that these changes were for the better. I used to feel before that we were growing apart with distance and time, but I&lt;em&gt; &lt;/em&gt;felt reassured yesterday that our friendship is much stronger than anything that could break us up. I really wish we could see one another more often, but sad to say our schedules make it hard to do so. But we'll try.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Oh, another thing I miss about them is the fact that they call me by my name!!! I so miss hearing people call me "GRACE". Now in college people call me shobe and sometimes, they forget what my real name is! I find it sad... Sometimes, I find myself wishing that they would all stop calling me shobe (not that there's something wrong with it) because I don't know...shobe seems so common, everywhere. -Well, at least where I came from. And it somehow in a weird way, makes me think that there are two me's. Like, "shobe" is college and "grace" is the high school counterpart...oh well, that's just what I think.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7879023-110346870181220392?l=ofgraceandesprit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ofgraceandesprit.blogspot.com/feeds/110346870181220392/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7879023&amp;postID=110346870181220392' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7879023/posts/default/110346870181220392'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7879023/posts/default/110346870181220392'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ofgraceandesprit.blogspot.com/2004/12/back-to-chinese-land.html' title='Back To Chinese Land'/><author><name>Grace</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10647593888772116813</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://images.veavoochie.multiply.com/image/1/photos/3/600x600/11.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7879023.post-110327576070516807</id><published>2004-12-17T16:35:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-12-17T17:29:20.706+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Paskuhan ' 04</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Yesterday was our last day of school and it was also the night of the annual &lt;em&gt;Paskuhan&lt;/em&gt; event of UST. For the sake of those who don't know what &lt;em&gt;Paskuhan&lt;/em&gt; is, it is a big Christmas celebration held in the open field of UST. You can watch different dance groups, chorale, bands etc. of all colleges perform and this event lasts till the early morning because at around midnight ( i think) there is nonstop dancing...sort of like a big disco. The UST ground is open to the public so people from everywhere usually join the party. Too bad we didn't have the fireworks display last night!!! It is the first time ever that we didn't have fireworks and I think that's the reason why the school is not as jampacked as before. Many people so love to see those amazing fireworks. People who have seen the fireworks display of before could attest to how beautiful those fireworks were. It adds "omph" to the night!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;So anyway, I didn't attend all of my classes because I know everybody's so lazy &lt;em&gt;na&lt;/em&gt; to have formal lessons. Even the teachers were already in their "Paskuhan mode", so to speak. So after our last class (the prof was a no-show), &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://veascharmbracelet.blogspot.com"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;Vea&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;and I headed straight to her house to kill time and catch some sleep before the big event. It was fun fixing ourselves up...putting on make-up and stuff... So by 6 pm we met up with the rest of our friends and the night of quasi-partying begun. We had to wait in line (such a long, &lt;em&gt;long&lt;/em&gt; line!) for our free food, and it was painful because we were all so hungry &lt;em&gt;na. &lt;/em&gt;Well except for Vea. After getting our food we sat down on the grass and although it was not very comfortable to eat picnic style, barely seeing what we're eating because of the dim lights and sometimes you get disturbed by all the people walking by, it was actually fun. You get to hear live music as you eat and make &lt;em&gt;kwentos &lt;/em&gt;with your friends. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://veascharmbracelet.blogspot.com"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;Vea&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;and I had to leave for a while though, because we're attending the &lt;em&gt;simbang gabi&lt;/em&gt; at her high school. It's nice going to church with friends because it's alot more fun. There were these adorable little kids in white dresses (I don't know what Vea calls them) singing complete with hand actions....so cute!!! So after the &lt;em&gt;simbang gabi&lt;/em&gt;, we went back to UST and arrived just in time to hear rivermaya playing. It was already 10 pm yet there were still so many people! By the time I got home it was already 12:30 am. I didn't stay long in UST anymore because I was quite tired already. My energy was zapped by all the walking and talking and laughing. Besides, I was going home to Cavite. Well even if I didn't stay for the dancing, I had loads of fun. I just really wish there were fireworks...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7879023-110327576070516807?l=ofgraceandesprit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ofgraceandesprit.blogspot.com/feeds/110327576070516807/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7879023&amp;postID=110327576070516807' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7879023/posts/default/110327576070516807'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7879023/posts/default/110327576070516807'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ofgraceandesprit.blogspot.com/2004/12/paskuhan-04.html' title='Paskuhan &apos; 04'/><author><name>Grace</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10647593888772116813</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://images.veavoochie.multiply.com/image/1/photos/3/600x600/11.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7879023.post-110301553959997804</id><published>2004-12-14T16:48:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-12-14T17:12:19.600+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Christmas Is Defintely In the Air</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Have you ever wondered what is it with Christmas that makes people a lot more generous, forgiving and happy no matter what state they are in physically, emotionally and financially, good or bad? It seems that there is an air of positivity and joyfulness that envelopes us all during this special time of the year. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;I just got home from the nearest mall and I am so tired. ( having commuted from Ust to my home in Cavite then out again to SM Bacoor...) Despite the tiredness and blah, I feel so happy and fulfilled because finally I can bring stuff to donate (to the Bilibid prisoners and the victims of the typhoon Yoyong)  to school tomorrow!!! I'm so excited to hand in my goodies! I guess what makes me feel great is the fact that the money I used to buy all the stuff is my allowance that I saved up for weeks.  I was planning to use the money to buy a new outfit for Christmas or the New Year, but I opted to help those who are in need even in my own little way. I figured I might as well help those little children with no homes, food to eat and new clothes this Christmas because of the tragedy called Yoyong. I'm lucky I have clothes to wear &lt;em&gt;pa &lt;/em&gt;and so I thought a new outfit could wait and that helping others will be a nice Christmas gift to myself. Besides, I can save up again and who knows, I might get what I want under the Christmas tree!!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Well, I better study now. I almost forgot I have an exam in Biology tomorrow! &lt;em&gt;Yan, inuna ko pa shopping! &lt;/em&gt;(but of course!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7879023-110301553959997804?l=ofgraceandesprit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ofgraceandesprit.blogspot.com/feeds/110301553959997804/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7879023&amp;postID=110301553959997804' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7879023/posts/default/110301553959997804'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7879023/posts/default/110301553959997804'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ofgraceandesprit.blogspot.com/2004/12/christmas-is-defintely-in-air.html' title='Christmas Is Defintely In the Air'/><author><name>Grace</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10647593888772116813</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://images.veavoochie.multiply.com/image/1/photos/3/600x600/11.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7879023.post-110258959189625053</id><published>2004-12-09T18:30:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-12-09T18:53:11.896+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Rant and Rave</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;~ I was sick for the past number of days...my sickness was caused by eating strawberries from baguio!! It's some case of amoeba and from what I've heard, it's rampant these days. So be cautious of eating fruits and vegetables from baguio because these stuff are the carriers of the bacteria. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;~ I missed going to Bahay Tsinoy with &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://veascharmbracelet.blogspot.com"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;Vea&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://dippie.blogspot.com"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;Francis &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;and Ted!!! So now I have to go without friends this Saturday....bummer!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;~This afternoon was the Recognition Day. (it's where they hand out to dean's listers their  certificates...sort of an awarding...) It was cool to have received my certificate as a proof of my hard labor over the past sem, but the part I liked best was (walking down the aisle! hehe joke!) I shaking hands with the assistant dean of our college, the rector, and  my professors! Plus, all these people were looking at my mom as she went up stage for the second time because my elder sister is a dean's lister too. (again...) I've never felt more proud of myself! hehe. &lt;em&gt;parang ang talitalino namin...nyak! :)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7879023-110258959189625053?l=ofgraceandesprit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ofgraceandesprit.blogspot.com/feeds/110258959189625053/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7879023&amp;postID=110258959189625053' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7879023/posts/default/110258959189625053'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7879023/posts/default/110258959189625053'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ofgraceandesprit.blogspot.com/2004/12/rant-and-rave.html' title='Rant and Rave'/><author><name>Grace</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10647593888772116813</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://images.veavoochie.multiply.com/image/1/photos/3/600x600/11.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7879023.post-110216451433613558</id><published>2004-12-04T20:01:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-12-07T17:32:35.686+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hello Kitty: 30 Years of Cuteness</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Eversince I was a child I have always, &lt;em&gt;always &lt;/em&gt;loved Hello Kitty and until now I am still a big fan. I remember that every time my family and I went to shopping when I was a kid I'd always go visit Gift Gate first and I'd cry and cry endlessly if my mom refused to buy me what I want. Yes, I was a brat...but not a spoiled brat. I learned that the more I cried, the more my mom won't get me what I want. So now I'm not a brat anymore!!! hehe.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;I was surfing the web earlier and I saw this:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 436px; HEIGHT: 211px" height="30" src="C:\My Documents\Grace's Pics\sanrio1.jpg" width="336"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 441px; HEIGHT: 263px" height="30" src="C:\My Documents\Grace's Pics\sanrio3.jpg" width="616"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 442px; HEIGHT: 308px" height="30" src="C:/My Documents\Grace's Pics\sanrio5.jpg" width="619"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Sanrio Hello Kitty 25' Airstream Trailer &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;From sea to shining sea, travel first class and always in the pink. Airstream trailers have set the highest standard for on-the-road lifestyles; Sanrio has taken a classic-styled Airstream Continental CCD and completely decked it out in Hello Kitty finery. Every detail has been rethought and redone for a heavenly Hello Kitty road trip, from the upholstery on the built-in L-shaped sofa and dinette booth (notice the bright face on the backs of the white-trimmed fuchsia seats) to the vivid pink appliances (including microwave, TV and DVD players). &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The sleeping area features plush pink faux-fur bedding on a double bed, with piles of matching throw pillows, a large Hello Kitty for cuddling, a round roof window, and even a pair of adult-sized slippers for padding around in the morning. Airstream ingenuity creates ample storage for clothes, supplies and food. This one-of-a-kind trailer also comes fully equipped with rugs, dishtowels, kitchenware and bathroom accessories—all Hello Kitty–themed, all absolutely over-the-top and contrasting stylishly against the black-and-bare aluminum backdrop.&lt;br /&gt;Outside, designers have printed a lavish, oversized Hello Kitty face on the side with the traditional "Hello Kitty" script boldly across the front door. On the back, a Hello Kitty winks at any envious tailgaters. This super-sweet look will leave other drivers, other Airstream owners and especially other Hello Kitty collectors completely breathless and completely, stylishly, in the dust.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Standard 2004 Airstream 25' Continental CCD features include: &lt;/strong&gt;Panoramic windows and pull roller shades, 13,500 A/C with heat strip and manual control, 25,000 BTU furnace with electronic ignition, Three-burner range with oven, Microwave and refrigerator, Six-gallon water heater, Internet-ready hookups&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;isn't it adorable?! I'd be happy to live in a trailer just like this one. I think I'd love living in this because I can travel and bring my home with me wherever I go. Plus, it's no ordinary trailer. It's so cute!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;This is actually on auction...the last bid was $55,000.00 if I were super super rich, I won't think twice to buy this Hello Kitty trailer. *sigh....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7879023-110216451433613558?l=ofgraceandesprit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ofgraceandesprit.blogspot.com/feeds/110216451433613558/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7879023&amp;postID=110216451433613558' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7879023/posts/default/110216451433613558'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7879023/posts/default/110216451433613558'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ofgraceandesprit.blogspot.com/2004/12/hello-kitty-30-years-of-cuteness.html' title='Hello Kitty: 30 Years of Cuteness'/><author><name>Grace</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10647593888772116813</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://images.veavoochie.multiply.com/image/1/photos/3/600x600/11.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7879023.post-110191494728915356</id><published>2004-12-01T23:01:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-12-01T23:29:07.290+08:00</updated><title type='text'>It's December Already!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;Gosh! It's already December first! Time really does fly fast! Soon I'll be attending the &lt;em&gt;simbang gabi.&lt;/em&gt; Ooh, I can hardly wait. I really look forward to that.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;Well today is such a waste of time! We only had 1 class today! then I had to stay at school till about 3 pm because of cwts, which by the way was a waste of time too!!! But I don't know, today was so much fun even if it was tiring. My friends and I just hang out and talked, talked, talked! We had a barrel of laughs over the most trivial of things. Basta, it was fun! Plus, me and &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://martinpierce.blogspot.com"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Martin&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;were able to make one person sooo happy...(haha! you know who you are!). Then &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://veascharmbracelet.blogspot.com"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;Vea &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;was able to help this old lady by giving her slippers, a shawl and a bag of rice. I swear, her face lit up when Vea handed her the bag of goodies.&lt;em&gt; Nakakatouch. &lt;/em&gt;In fact, I am so inspired by this act of benevolence that I'm planning to do something just like this before Christmas. Wow, Christmas is really in the air. I can feel it's magic. It makes me want to do good and be good!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;Not a bad way to start the month... :)&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7879023-110191494728915356?l=ofgraceandesprit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ofgraceandesprit.blogspot.com/feeds/110191494728915356/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7879023&amp;postID=110191494728915356' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7879023/posts/default/110191494728915356'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7879023/posts/default/110191494728915356'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ofgraceandesprit.blogspot.com/2004/12/its-december-already.html' title='It&apos;s December Already!!!'/><author><name>Grace</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10647593888772116813</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://images.veavoochie.multiply.com/image/1/photos/3/600x600/11.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7879023.post-110153563186631439</id><published>2004-11-27T13:45:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-11-27T17:44:58.806+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hometown: Cavite</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Funny how I don't know anything about my hometown. I've been living in Cavite for the past 16 years of my life, and yet I don't know anything. Worst, I don't even know my neighbors' names and faces! And that's something considering that I live in a &lt;em&gt;village&lt;/em&gt;. Well as a child I had playmates, but now when we see one another in the streets or the church it's as if we never shared toys or laughter. Heck, I don't even remember their names! (I doubt if they remember mine) I am a stranger in a place I call my hometown. I never gave much thought to it before, but now that I ponder on it, it indeed seems weird. I know more about binondo or manila!!! It feels like I live there and not here. But you can't really blame me. I was schooled in manila since kindergarten and i have spent more time there than here at home. We leave the house at 5 in the morning and come back home at around 7 in the evening. That is basically the family's routine since time immemorial. Plus, there was even a time that my sisters and I lived in tondo and binondo, going home only on the weekends. No wonder our neighbors think we are aloof and unfriendly! (according to tsismis courtesy of our then helper) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;well earlier today, my papa and I set out to do my history project. we travelled the whole of imus, cavite to take pictures of historical places(that I didn't know existed). it was quite an adventure. we rode an owner jeep and I felt for the very first time that Cavite is indeed a province. (It's easy to forget this truth when everyday you are stuck in traffic and on every 15/30 of the month you see signs of mallwide sales along the highway.) We had to ask for directions because we are not familiar with the place. This tricycle driver even asked us if we were tourists or if we live in manila. he had quite a laugh when we told him that we just live in bacoor! my papa then said to me, "&lt;em&gt;para pala tayong tanga!&lt;/em&gt;" I couldn't agree more.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt; I never appreciated the province I "sort of" grew up in until now. I didn't know there was a lot I was missing. All I knew before was the beaches to go to on summer vacations. That for me was Cavite. I didn't realize that Cavite was the home of many first battles and unsung heroes. Getting in touch with the history of my hometown was a great, enriching experience for me. And I have Sir Dalangin, our history professor, to thank. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7879023-110153563186631439?l=ofgraceandesprit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ofgraceandesprit.blogspot.com/feeds/110153563186631439/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7879023&amp;postID=110153563186631439' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7879023/posts/default/110153563186631439'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7879023/posts/default/110153563186631439'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ofgraceandesprit.blogspot.com/2004/11/hometown-cavite.html' title='Hometown: Cavite'/><author><name>Grace</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10647593888772116813</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://images.veavoochie.multiply.com/image/1/photos/3/600x600/11.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7879023.post-110139096020903710</id><published>2004-11-25T21:34:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-11-25T21:59:04.010+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Information Overload!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;I'm just taking a time out from studying because my head hurts like hell! Seriously. I've been cramming all things that are philippine history into my head since 8 in the morning! (well of course i took breaks...ok, &lt;em&gt;lots &lt;/em&gt;of breaks. but still!) Yet I feel like there's absolutely nothing stored in my head. Imagine, I have to memorize every single detail there is written on the philippine map because the exam tomorrow is a blank map reading identifying everything down to gulfs, straights, islands and what have you! Then as if that wasn't enough, I have to brush up on general information about what else, the philippines! Like where's the longest lake, the highest mountain, most populated place, etc etc! And to top it all off, I have to know all 13 regions and what places/provinces comprise every single region! WHEW! can someone just shoot me?! &lt;em&gt;really&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;I am praying earnestly that the jeepney/bus strike will carry on tomorrow. I need time!!! Plus, I don't really want to go to school. I feel somewhat tired of everything that has school written on it. I'd like to rest, rest, rest!!! somebody just please wake me up when a decade has gone by! that will be nice. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7879023-110139096020903710?l=ofgraceandesprit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ofgraceandesprit.blogspot.com/feeds/110139096020903710/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7879023&amp;postID=110139096020903710' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7879023/posts/default/110139096020903710'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7879023/posts/default/110139096020903710'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ofgraceandesprit.blogspot.com/2004/11/information-overload.html' title='Information Overload!'/><author><name>Grace</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10647593888772116813</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://images.veavoochie.multiply.com/image/1/photos/3/600x600/11.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7879023.post-110093133989138587</id><published>2004-11-20T13:52:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-11-20T14:15:39.893+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Market! Market!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;I was so tired when I got home last night that I immediately went to bed. I didn't have time nor the strength to make a post about yesterday's fun, so I'm taking this time to do it. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://veascharmbracelet.blogspot.com"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;Vea&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt; wanted to finish up with all our Christmas shopping, so we went to Market! Market! yesterday after school with &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://ameryceliza.blogspot.com"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;Amery&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;, Tita Verna and Tita Marisa. We almost didn't go because all the cabs we hailed didn't know where Market! Market! is. Good thing Tita Verna (Vea's mom) and her cousin, Tita Marisa were going there too to buy Christmas decors. So there goes our transpo! We first took a stop at Glorietta to eat lunch and shop a little (sale sale sale!) then we were off to Market! Market! It was my first time to go there, and I loved the place! Considering the many people there, the place didn't look nor feel crowded at all. Plus, it was so &lt;em&gt;lamig&lt;/em&gt;!!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://veascharmbracelet.blogspot.com"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;Vea&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt; was right to say that the place was a hundred times better than Tutuban! Although I think the prices of the clothes are a little cheaper pa rin at Tutuban... Well anyway I had a blast looking for stuff to give and stuff for myself. I didn't even go beyond my budget!!! That's new! Before, I always come home without a penny left in my wallet. It really feels good to have bought what you want and still have extra cash to spend on something. But I felt&lt;em&gt; bitin..&lt;/em&gt;.I swear I'll go by there again before Christmas! After all, I'm not yet done with my Christmas shopping!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;December is really a &lt;em&gt;gastos &lt;/em&gt;month...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7879023-110093133989138587?l=ofgraceandesprit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ofgraceandesprit.blogspot.com/feeds/110093133989138587/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7879023&amp;postID=110093133989138587' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7879023/posts/default/110093133989138587'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7879023/posts/default/110093133989138587'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ofgraceandesprit.blogspot.com/2004/11/market-market.html' title='Market! Market!'/><author><name>Grace</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10647593888772116813</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://images.veavoochie.multiply.com/image/1/photos/3/600x600/11.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7879023.post-110077510791957361</id><published>2004-11-18T18:30:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-11-18T18:51:47.920+08:00</updated><title type='text'>SMALL RANTINGS</title><content type='html'>&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;I am soooo tired!!! This is how I feel everyday after school. And to think we're not doing much pa. I mean, no papers and brain cells-killing exams yet. Oh God! I'll be a goner once things start getting really serious...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;I still am not feeling all too well. I've been down with fever since Sunday till Tuesday, and I'm supposed to be better now. but my throat is still killing me and I can't eat anything that's sweet, sour, spicy &lt;em&gt;and &lt;/em&gt;salty!!! so what's left for me then?!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;I can't find anything about my history homework!!! all the sites that are supposed to help me are either under construction or "page can not be found!" Argh!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;I feel like there are many things I should be doing, but my mind is drawing a big blank!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;*hope tomorrow will be better. after all, i'm going shopping!!! yey!&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/7879023-110077510791957361?l=ofgraceandesprit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ofgraceandesprit.blogspot.com/feeds/110077510791957361/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7879023&amp;postID=110077510791957361' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7879023/posts/default/110077510791957361'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7879023/posts/default/110077510791957361'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ofgraceandesprit.blogspot.com/2004/11/small-rantings.html' title='SMALL RANTINGS'/><author><name>Grace</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10647593888772116813</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://images.veavoochie.multiply.com/image/1/photos/3/600x600/11.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7879023.post-109981998839039156</id><published>2004-11-07T16:49:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-11-07T17:33:08.390+08:00</updated><title type='text'>OH, I'M NINETEEN!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Yikes! Last year of having that "teen" in my age! Next birthday, I'll be &lt;strong&gt;twenty&lt;/strong&gt;!!! Oh no! I swear, I'll cry floods of tears. Yes, really. I love having to celebrate my birthday, but I hate the fact that I am getting older too! time really is an unstoppable culprit. Robs you off everything really fast and you can't do anything about it. I know I shouldn't be sad and all because, really, I don't look my age, and some people think it's something I should be and will be thankful for in the years to come...but still, I cringe everytime I tell people how old I really am. (And they &lt;em&gt;always&lt;/em&gt; never believe me!) When I was a kid, I was never one of those of kids who can't wait to grow up and try all the mature things that adults do. I have always loved and enjoyed being a kid, and a teenager for that matter. I love the idea of going to school everyday, chatting with friends, having my weekly allowance, and how everytime I go to the mall my parents are always the one who spends the money, and I get to have semestral, Christmas and summer breaks... I guess it all boils down to one thing: I love the idea of less responsibility and more fun. The family have always said that I'm the happy-go-lucky type. I don't know whether I should feel happy and lucky about that...something tells me otherwise. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;So anyway, how did I spend my special day?! I spent it simply. My family and I went to church (of course), I "sort of" prepared our lunch( had my mom cook the pansit because it was too dami and heavy therefore hard to mix with all my little strength, my sisters helped me with wrapping the lumpia and make the chicken macaroni salad), and then my sisters and I went to the mall and watch &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;First Daughter&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;. No relatives came to celebrate with us, but they all called to greet me naman. (and I'm collecting my strawberries from baguio from my uncle tomorrow) And of course, my favorite part...receiving my &lt;em&gt;"am paw"&lt;strong&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;from my parents (hmm...wonder how much money I've received...) and having blueberry cheesecake for dessert! No birthday of mine is complete without having my birthday money and cake!!! Haha!!! :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7879023-109981998839039156?l=ofgraceandesprit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ofgraceandesprit.blogspot.com/feeds/109981998839039156/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7879023&amp;postID=109981998839039156' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7879023/posts/default/109981998839039156'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7879023/posts/default/109981998839039156'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ofgraceandesprit.blogspot.com/2004/11/oh-im-nineteen.html' title='OH, I&apos;M NINETEEN!!!'/><author><name>Grace</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10647593888772116813</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://images.veavoochie.multiply.com/image/1/photos/3/600x600/11.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7879023.post-109949605363213883</id><published>2004-11-03T23:11:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-11-03T23:34:13.633+08:00</updated><title type='text'>IN MY HEAD</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;PLAIN JANE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;She has the most ordinary of faces, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;one you would easily forget.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;She lives and breathe among us,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;but to be her is something of regret.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;In the crowded hallways of your school,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;or in the middle of a busy street&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;you pass by her, ignore her,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;run from her with your fast little feet.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;She is a nonconformist, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;does things differently.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;She dances in the rain when it's harsh and pouring,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;she sings even when the music has long stopped playing.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;For love ones, she would fight any battle.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;In front of enemies, she remains humble.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;She shouts when no one dares to speak;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;she listens when nobody cares to hear.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;She cries, she laughs, she loves, she hurt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;she is human in every way.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;She is extraordinary beneath that plain face,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Yes! extraordinary, you can say.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Do you know her? "Plain Jane"?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Stop! Don't turn your back, try to see&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;this someone so beautiful&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;yet at first glance is ordinary.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7879023-109949605363213883?l=ofgraceandesprit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ofgraceandesprit.blogspot.com/feeds/109949605363213883/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7879023&amp;postID=109949605363213883' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7879023/posts/default/109949605363213883'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7879023/posts/default/109949605363213883'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ofgraceandesprit.blogspot.com/2004/11/in-my-head.html' title='IN MY HEAD'/><author><name>Grace</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10647593888772116813</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://images.veavoochie.multiply.com/image/1/photos/3/600x600/11.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7879023.post-109922389405392515</id><published>2004-10-31T19:19:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-10-31T20:02:16.973+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Halloween!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;My sisters and I went to SM earlier, and the mall was swarming with kids in different halloween costumes! There were even babies....they were soooo cute!!! I think the most common costume kids love to wear was that of the witch. I've seen lots of different little witchies and some of them really went all the way! (cool make-up!) There were hunchbacks, vampires, white ladies, batmen, disney princesses, fairies, the infamous killer in scream and get this, there was this one little boy wearing a &lt;em&gt;mulawin &lt;/em&gt;costume with feathers and all!!! He was sooo adorable!!! Then all these kids go from one store to the other to get their treats. this is really one thing I love about Halloween. Maybe because I never got to wear costumes every Halloween when I was a kid. I never even got to attend a Halloween party! We never had those in my school. If I had the chance to wear a costume and attend a Halloween party, I want to be a poison ivy....or as silly as dee dee...or something/someone really hideous. Times like these really make me want to regret I attended a conservative chinese school!!! I miss a lot in my childhood because of it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On a happier note, I enjoy Halloween even if I don't have parties to go to or a chance to go trick or treating doning a cool costume because I get to have a major bonding session with my cousins! Like right now, the house is alive with all the noise and the laughter. And this only happens thrice a year: Christmas, New Year and Halloween. (birthdays don't count because birthdays here are like ordinary days...sad, but true...) And tomorrow, we all have to wake up at 3 a.m. to go to the cemetery. if you're wondering why the hell so early, don't. Again, it's the chinese in us!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well people, Happy Halloween!!! :) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7879023-109922389405392515?l=ofgraceandesprit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ofgraceandesprit.blogspot.com/feeds/109922389405392515/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7879023&amp;postID=109922389405392515' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7879023/posts/default/109922389405392515'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7879023/posts/default/109922389405392515'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ofgraceandesprit.blogspot.com/2004/10/happy-halloween.html' title='Happy Halloween!!!'/><author><name>Grace</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10647593888772116813</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://images.veavoochie.multiply.com/image/1/photos/3/600x600/11.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7879023.post-109861736756102537</id><published>2004-10-24T19:01:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-10-24T19:29:27.563+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Ladder 49</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;My sisters and I just wanted to go see a movie and chill. W e had our hearts set on watching &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;White Chicks&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;, but unfortunately they didn't have it in the mall that we went to! So my sisters chose to watch&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt; &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Ladder 49&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; instead. I wasn't too gungho about the said movie, but what the heck, we're already there so might as well go watch something than nothing! I really thought I would just sleep on it. Why? Well first, I thought it was a "too boyish" kind of film. Second, I am so not a fan of Joaquin Phoenix! Lastly, it's about firefighters...what's exciting about that?! But the movie proved me wrong. I didn't sleep a wink! I was crying towards the end of the movie!!! When the credits rolled, I didn't want to leave my seat. I wanted to watch it all over again! It was that good a movie. ( Even if it didn't end the way I wanted it to...) I don't want to say anything 'coz I might spoil the fun for those who haven't seen it yet, but this is my verdict: &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Ladder 49&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;is up there with&lt;strong&gt; &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Armageddon&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; and &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Con Air&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;!!! It is a must-see film!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7879023-109861736756102537?l=ofgraceandesprit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ofgraceandesprit.blogspot.com/feeds/109861736756102537/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7879023&amp;postID=109861736756102537' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7879023/posts/default/109861736756102537'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7879023/posts/default/109861736756102537'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ofgraceandesprit.blogspot.com/2004/10/ladder-49.html' title='Ladder 49'/><author><name>Grace</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10647593888772116813</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://images.veavoochie.multiply.com/image/1/photos/3/600x600/11.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7879023.post-109834069732016647</id><published>2004-10-21T14:11:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-10-21T14:42:58.740+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I Am Just So Happy, Happy, Happy, Happy...lalalalalalalaaa....</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;This past semester was not easy...but I survived and conquered!!! bwahahahaha!!! Seriously speaking, I'm just sooo happy to have found out earlier that I am on the &lt;em&gt;Dean's List&lt;/em&gt;. I deserve it because it was something I've worked hard for and of course, prayed for. I'm thankful that the Lord gave me enough strength and patience when I felt like I was ready to give up with computer and filipino!!! (hehe) What I'm really happy about is the fact that I won't hear &lt;em&gt;"bakit&lt;/em&gt; &lt;em&gt;ikaw hindi ka DL, eh si atsi mo nakaya - speech"&lt;/em&gt; from my papa. Finally I showed him that I can do it as well if I really put my heart into it! And of course, I'm happy because this is the first time ever that I have something I can call an academic achievement! This is the first, really. I'm not ashamed to say that I was never on the honor list when I was in elementary and high school. my grades were okay, mind you. I just never seemed to have made it because of my waterloo, which is MATH!!! But now, I'm beginning to like math...hope stats next sem won't change my newfound love for numbers! (???) Anyway, this may be just a stroke of luck to some people, but I know it's not. I've worked hard for this! So now is the time for one big celebration!!! (I just wish my best friend, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://veascharmbracelet.blogspot.com"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Vea&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;, could be celebrating with me. Oh well, don't be sad girl! We'll have a double celebration next time around!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Have I mentioned I'm sooooooooo happy?! haha! You can't burst my bubble! Nothing can burst my bubble!!! lalalalala... :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7879023-109834069732016647?l=ofgraceandesprit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ofgraceandesprit.blogspot.com/feeds/109834069732016647/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7879023&amp;postID=109834069732016647' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7879023/posts/default/109834069732016647'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7879023/posts/default/109834069732016647'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ofgraceandesprit.blogspot.com/2004/10/i-am-just-so-happy-happy-happy.html' title='I Am Just So Happy, Happy, Happy, Happy...lalalalalalalaaa....'/><author><name>Grace</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10647593888772116813</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://images.veavoochie.multiply.com/image/1/photos/3/600x600/11.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7879023.post-109801424475477461</id><published>2004-10-17T19:41:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-10-17T21:54:06.100+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Anger Management</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;When you want to tell people off or just so pissed or angry, what do you do? Do you tell them straight to their face? Or do you pretend everything's okay and just let it pass? Or you write people letters telling them how much they have hurt you?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I confess I'm the letter-writing type. I'm not into confrontations because everything tends to get a little too dramatic - a lot of shouting, a lot of crying, a lot of ugly things. And I've realized this is not really the best thing to do when you're at the height of anger. Often times, you say a lot of hurtful stuff that you usually don't mean, and you end up regretting it and the problem ends up all blown out of proportion. Friends think I don't know how to get angry because they claim they have never seen me angry! Most friends don't even know I've been mad with them one to many times!Only those who have stuck it with me were unfortunate enough to have experienced my wrath! haha!(Believe me, I'm quite the monster when I'm really super mad! My high school best friend, Kelsey, can attest to that.) I guess I just have my own way of "managing" my anger which is to just write letters. I write every single thing that comes into mind be it nasty or not. Oh, I curse too. No holds barred. Then when I'm all calmed down, I'll read it and decide one to hundred times whether I should give it to the person or not. And usually, I end up tearing the letter into tiny pieces and throwing it all together with the negative emotions I have towards the person. So in a way I am ridding myself of all the ugly feelings without hurting the person with reckless, nasty words I might have said if I were to tell the person off. I just think that one bad thing is enough. I don't need to go make it any worse. I guess the only downfall here is that I don't get to say to the person how he/she has wronged me or how much he/she has hurt me. But I'm learning...in the past years I gave out some letters, only they are "revised edition." *wink! wink!*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another thing I do when I don't have time to write or there's no pen and paper near me is that I stay silent then count from one to as many as it takes for me to mellow down. When I do this though, people think I'm giving them the cold shoulder! While it might be true that I am giving them the cold shoulder, it is also true that I'm giving myself time to cool off and think about what I'll say next. I know myself. I can say awful things when I'm really pissed. And I'm really thankful that most of my friends know that once I'm not speaking to them anymore, they should shut up. And after a while, everything will be back to normal again like nothing ever happened! just let me be; i'll come to my senses eventually. After all, I don't hold grudges. It's too heavy an extra baggage to carry around!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt; :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7879023-109801424475477461?l=ofgraceandesprit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ofgraceandesprit.blogspot.com/feeds/109801424475477461/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7879023&amp;postID=109801424475477461' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7879023/posts/default/109801424475477461'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7879023/posts/default/109801424475477461'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ofgraceandesprit.blogspot.com/2004/10/anger-management.html' title='Anger Management'/><author><name>Grace</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10647593888772116813</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://images.veavoochie.multiply.com/image/1/photos/3/600x600/11.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7879023.post-109759536073569708</id><published>2004-10-12T22:24:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-11-01T19:41:34.750+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Superman No More</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 190px; HEIGHT: 167px" height="44" src="file:///C:/My Documents\Grace's Pics\superman.jpg" width="188" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;By now i think everybody knows that the great Christopher Reeve, popularly known for playing &lt;em&gt;Superman&lt;/em&gt;, is dead. At age 52, he died of complications from an infection caused by a bedsore last Sunday. (according to the news) This is making me sad right now. I am such a fan of Christopher Reeve! I watched all 4 of his &lt;em&gt;Superman&lt;/em&gt; films and &lt;em&gt;Somewhere in Time&lt;/em&gt;!!! I even religiously watched "Smallville" when I found out he'll be playing Dr. Swann! Heck, he was my first ever celebrity crush!!! I was hoping that he would succeed in his scientific study of disabilities like his and with his fight for looser restrictions on stem-cell research. I was hoping that someday I could see all 6'4 of him on tv/screen again. I admire him for his courage because eventhough he had a spinal cord injury after his May 1995 riding accident, he continued to live life and even be a leader of such a noble cause - finding a cure to paralysis. Thus, the Christopher Reeve Paralysis Foundation was born. Well, i guess the adage good people die young (or something to that sort) is true after all. In any case, Christopher Reeve is a legacy. *May he now rest in peace...* &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7879023-109759536073569708?l=ofgraceandesprit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ofgraceandesprit.blogspot.com/feeds/109759536073569708/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7879023&amp;postID=109759536073569708' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7879023/posts/default/109759536073569708'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7879023/posts/default/109759536073569708'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ofgraceandesprit.blogspot.com/2004/10/superman-no-more.html' title='Superman No More'/><author><name>Grace</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10647593888772116813</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://images.veavoochie.multiply.com/image/1/photos/3/600x600/11.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7879023.post-109732236169571305</id><published>2004-10-09T19:15:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-10-09T19:46:01.696+08:00</updated><title type='text'>FINALLY FREE!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;I'm finally over and done with my finals! Whooooppeeeeee!!! And to start off with the celebration, I'm having a "movie marathon weekend." In fact, just yesterday afternoon, right after the exams,&lt;a href="http://veascharmbracelet.blogspot.com"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt; Vea &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Ginx and I went to the mall and watched &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;WIMBLEDON&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;em&gt; &lt;/em&gt;The movie was nice...not much&lt;em&gt; kilig-factor&lt;/em&gt; though. Didn't know Paul Bettany could do some serious acting! I still remember him as Geoffrey Chaucer in &lt;em&gt;A Knight's Tale&lt;/em&gt;!!! :) I think he was effective nonetheless. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;br&gt;Earlier today I watched &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;SHARK TALE&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/em&gt;with my sisters! It was such a cool movie!!! I love Will Smith!!! He(Oscar) was so hilarious!!! and Lenny, the vegetarian shark, was sooooooooo cute and lovable!!! the movie will definitely bring out the child in every person! I can't really say which was best....&lt;em&gt;Finding Nemo&lt;/em&gt; or &lt;em&gt;Shark Tale&lt;/em&gt;. These are cartoons I'd definitely be watching time and time again!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;br&gt;Tomorrow, I'm planning on watching &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;RAISING HELEN&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;. I think it'll be a good watch. Oh, I'm such a movie buff!!! I just want to go see and see and see movies!!! I think that's how I'm gonna spend my sembreak - going to malls to catch a movie (a little shopping is always good...hehe), renting videos of movies I didn't get to see because I was stuck doing school stuff, and of course the awaited trip to Bagiuo with &lt;a href="http://veascharmbracelet.blogspot.com"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Vea &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;and Tita Verna....and yeah, pay visit to my high school barkada at DLSU and do some long overdue bonding! I sooo owe them!!! well a simple way of spending sembreak always works for me. Happy weekend peeps!!! :)&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/7879023-109732236169571305?l=ofgraceandesprit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ofgraceandesprit.blogspot.com/feeds/109732236169571305/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7879023&amp;postID=109732236169571305' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7879023/posts/default/109732236169571305'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7879023/posts/default/109732236169571305'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ofgraceandesprit.blogspot.com/2004/10/finally-free.html' title='FINALLY FREE!!!'/><author><name>Grace</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10647593888772116813</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://images.veavoochie.multiply.com/image/1/photos/3/600x600/11.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7879023.post-109629973767114088</id><published>2004-09-27T23:27:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-09-27T23:42:17.670+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Nothin' Really</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;New lay out! Yey! Just got bored of the old one...so here it is...a new lay out!!! I think I like this better than the first. What do you guys think??? I'd be happy to know!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;br&gt;Just like &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://veascharmbracelet.blogspot.com"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;Vea&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;, I'll be saying goodbye to blogging till hell week is over! I have to concentrate on my studies first if I really want to make it to the dean's list. And I really, really want to! Two weeks of no blogging is not that much of a sacrifice. after all, I'll be back soon. :) so to all people who are having their finals as well, a big good luck y'all!!! We'll make it happen!!! bye!!! &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/7879023-109629973767114088?l=ofgraceandesprit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ofgraceandesprit.blogspot.com/feeds/109629973767114088/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7879023&amp;postID=109629973767114088' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7879023/posts/default/109629973767114088'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7879023/posts/default/109629973767114088'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ofgraceandesprit.blogspot.com/2004/09/nothin-really.html' title='Nothin&apos; Really'/><author><name>Grace</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10647593888772116813</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://images.veavoochie.multiply.com/image/1/photos/3/600x600/11.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7879023.post-109601964107975594</id><published>2004-09-24T17:07:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-09-24T17:54:01.080+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I Know His Name!!!...And a Day of "Horror"</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;*Sigh*...i finally know his name! after months and months of wondering, I now know his name!!! and this was made possible by a very good friend! You know who you are...I so love you right now! :) I won't mention na his name...it's better to be cautious than to be sorry in the end. He has a nice name though, albeit sounding a little "telenovela-ish." hay...here's the catch though...my friend is not sure that the guy I like is the same guy he's talking about. In short, my friend is not sure ******** is the guy's real name! waahh! But I feel it is! I really do! Oh God, please don't let me be wrong! I used friendster na to find him(hehe!), but alas he has no friendster account!!! OMG! what kind of a person does not have a friendster account?! everybody I know has one! what if he turned out to be some weirdo? or he's gay? oh i hope not! this is the second time I had a crush on someone. (yep! you've read right. &lt;em&gt;second time&lt;/em&gt;. the first one lasted for 9 years!) i have a feeling this is another hopeless case! oh no!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;br&gt;watched &lt;em&gt;Feng Shui &lt;/em&gt;earlier with friends. i really enjoyed it coz we didn't go to the mall to watch it. we rented a private room at the SALA( a place near Ust where they really rent out air-conditioned rooms for private, cozy movie-watching). it was so much fun because we all hear our screams echo in the tiny room and people outside were trying to see what was goin' on inside and what the heck we were watching!!! it was funny seeing my friends cover their eyes and try to watch the movie at the same time. and tabi-tabi pa sila!!! it was a funny sight. should have brought out my phone and took pictures of them! hehe mean!!! :) the movie, i must say, was no let down. it was way better than S&lt;em&gt;hake, Rattle and Roll&lt;/em&gt; or any Filipino horror film that's been made actually. although it still didn't manage to make me scream or cover my eyes. but that's ok...I laughed while watching &lt;em&gt;The Sixth Sense&lt;/em&gt; and &lt;em&gt;The Ring&lt;/em&gt;. I swear, I haven't seen any horror movie that really qualified as "horror" to me. well, I haven't seen &lt;em&gt;The Exorcist&lt;/em&gt;. maybe it will do the job. :)&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/7879023-109601964107975594?l=ofgraceandesprit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ofgraceandesprit.blogspot.com/feeds/109601964107975594/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7879023&amp;postID=109601964107975594' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7879023/posts/default/109601964107975594'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7879023/posts/default/109601964107975594'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ofgraceandesprit.blogspot.com/2004/09/i-know-his-nameand-day-of-horror.html' title='I Know His Name!!!...And a Day of &quot;Horror&quot;'/><author><name>Grace</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10647593888772116813</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://images.veavoochie.multiply.com/image/1/photos/3/600x600/11.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7879023.post-109583605140690253</id><published>2004-09-22T14:29:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-09-22T14:56:46.196+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Back To Blogging World</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Finally I'm able to blog again!!! I have two reasons why I was on hiatus for the past days(weeks?)...reason # 1: I'm living in caloocan again!!! we have a computer there, but it doesn't have the internet yet. (people there use it for typing and typing alone!) have to dispose of a lot of stuff like the printer and the cpu itself. Have to save up for that first. reason # 2: my sister has 24 papers to finish in two weeks excluding her thesis, so basically she hogs the computer!!! whenever I'm home in cavite for the weekend I can't do blogging because *surprise!* my atsi's in front of the computer again! Thank God I'm home right now and she &lt;em&gt;finally&lt;/em&gt; felt tired and took a rest. the computer is all mine!!! hehehe!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;I never realized September could be so tiring. I have debuts to attend to lined up on all the September weekends! Whew! 3 are done and 1 more to go! don't get me wrong, I loved all the debuts I've gone to...(hi vea!!!) I just want to have some rest day again. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;teachers are not cooperating either! its like suddenly they all are too eager to give us exams and cramming all lessons that are left untouched! they &lt;em&gt;go &lt;/em&gt;to class now! ha! it's because finals are drawing near...i hate this! i miss being dismissed early because a certain prof didn't go to school. waahh!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;well, im happy I've got a tagboard again. i really miss reading messages from friends. I hope what happened before won't happen again. I'm praying that whoever that person is, he/she got a life over the weekend!!! tee hee! :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7879023-109583605140690253?l=ofgraceandesprit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ofgraceandesprit.blogspot.com/feeds/109583605140690253/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7879023&amp;postID=109583605140690253' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7879023/posts/default/109583605140690253'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7879023/posts/default/109583605140690253'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ofgraceandesprit.blogspot.com/2004/09/back-to-blogging-world.html' title='Back To Blogging World'/><author><name>Grace</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10647593888772116813</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://images.veavoochie.multiply.com/image/1/photos/3/600x600/11.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7879023.post-109532935536218125</id><published>2004-09-16T17:59:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-09-16T18:11:29.253+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Irritated!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;I've been busy during this week and as a result I wasn't able to blog. Earlier today I checked my site and what I saw in my tagboard really irritated me! This certain person who clearly has nothing better to do with his/her life, is using my name and being so nasty to my friends. Such a sick person!!! I think he/she is just so bored with his/her life kaya ganon. Anyway, sick sick sick!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;I removed my tagboard (maybe it's just for a while) coz it's such a hassle to keep on deleting those absurd messages! I have no time for this noh!!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7879023-109532935536218125?l=ofgraceandesprit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ofgraceandesprit.blogspot.com/feeds/109532935536218125/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7879023&amp;postID=109532935536218125' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7879023/posts/default/109532935536218125'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7879023/posts/default/109532935536218125'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ofgraceandesprit.blogspot.com/2004/09/irritated.html' title='Irritated!!!'/><author><name>Grace</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10647593888772116813</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://images.veavoochie.multiply.com/image/1/photos/3/600x600/11.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7879023.post-109486167035532094</id><published>2004-09-11T07:46:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-09-11T08:19:36.263+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Yesterday's Fun</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;I was so tired when I got home last night that I just fell asleep the moment I laid down in bed!!! After class kc we (martin, vea, marvie and I) went to Tututban to shop. I wanted to buy something cheap but nice, and vea's looking for stuffs to accesorize her outfit for her upcoming debut next Saturday. Hay...i really missed going to Tutuban! I used to go there every weekend and sometimes even right after class when I was in high school. ( Uno, my school, was just a stone's throw away from Tutuban!) So anyway, we shopped for three hours, more or less. By the time we were ready to go home, my feet were already killing me! (my school shoes is not good for lots of walking!!!) but vea was drained out of energy right before we even started!!! hehe. Poor vea...she was so disappointed she didn't get the skirt she wanted. (they didn't have it in her size) Martin is the ultimate shopping mate! he helped me in choosing my clothes, plus he's so fun to have around! I really enjoyed yesterday's shopping trip to Tutuban and i feel I've accomplished something because I was able to buy 1 whole outfit for only 450! Yey! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The fun doesn't stop there. After Tutuban, we (vea and I) went back to UST to watch this pageant called "&lt;em&gt;Quest for Ideal Artlet Personality.&lt;/em&gt;" It was fun watching the show coz there are some cute guys in it! hehe! I hated waiting in line though. Imagine, they told us the doors will be opened at 5:45 and it opened at 6:15!!! (the posters even said the show will begin at 5!!!!) hay...filipino time talaga! I really hate that! but anyway, I enjoyed the watching the show even if I didn't stick around to finish it.(it was late na kc) Yey Mr. CA won!!! hehe :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;enjoy the weekend, y'all!!! :) &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/7879023-109486167035532094?l=ofgraceandesprit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ofgraceandesprit.blogspot.com/feeds/109486167035532094/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7879023&amp;postID=109486167035532094' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7879023/posts/default/109486167035532094'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7879023/posts/default/109486167035532094'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ofgraceandesprit.blogspot.com/2004/09/yesterdays-fun.html' title='Yesterday&apos;s Fun'/><author><name>Grace</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10647593888772116813</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://images.veavoochie.multiply.com/image/1/photos/3/600x600/11.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7879023.post-109411252380777309</id><published>2004-09-02T15:35:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-09-02T16:28:00.546+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Speechless Still</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;I've watched &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.thenotebookmovie.com"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The Notebook&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;yesterday in Greenbelt, and up to now I still have no words to describe the movie. It took me a day to make a blog about it! I feel words won't do it justice. I'm just too awestruck. By what? I don't really know. Albeit a few alterations(it didn't really follow the book..), the movie was no disappointment. I'd love to see it over and over again! Ryan Gosling surprised me. I've always thought he was just a so-so actor. But in the movie, I didn't see a trace of the "young hercules." (not that I'm an avid fan...just saw a couple of episodes) After seeing the movie, I learned to like him. hehe.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;What moved me about the movie(and the novel as well) was basically the kind of love Noah and Allie shared. It's the kind of love everybody wishes to have but only a lucky few get. Heck! I don't even think that kind of love exists nowadays. - What with divorce and all. For some, seeing that kind of "love" on film makes them hope and believe that such love does exists amidst all the chaos in the world and with one's self. I, myself, always have that feeling after seeing movies like this one. But then I step out of the cinema, take a look around me and I see nothing of the hope or the love i've just seen on film. Then it hits me...this is reality. Well, I'm not being a cynic or anything. That's just the way I see it. That's why i love seeing movies like The Notebook...makes me forget about my quite depressing thoughts. If you don't share my views, then good for you!!! :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;All in all the movie was really great, amazing, brilliant, wonderful!!! and oh you'd love this: it is &lt;strong&gt;WORTH&lt;/strong&gt; your money and your precious time!&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;The weekend is just around the corner, so go catch the movie and cry your hearts out!!! :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;P.S. for someone who's speechless, this is quite a lot of words! hehe!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7879023-109411252380777309?l=ofgraceandesprit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ofgraceandesprit.blogspot.com/feeds/109411252380777309/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7879023&amp;postID=109411252380777309' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7879023/posts/default/109411252380777309'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7879023/posts/default/109411252380777309'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ofgraceandesprit.blogspot.com/2004/09/speechless-still.html' title='Speechless Still'/><author><name>Grace</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10647593888772116813</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://images.veavoochie.multiply.com/image/1/photos/3/600x600/11.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7879023.post-109359991768922023</id><published>2004-08-27T17:10:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-08-27T18:28:21.920+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Weight, What's the Deal?!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;I didn't go to class today and while I was chatting it up on ym I came across a high school batchmate. How I wish I didn't have that talk with him. I ended up feeling lousy and bad about myself!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here goes our conversation:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;whattafriend: &lt;em&gt;ei, how have u been?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;br&gt;me: &lt;em&gt;good. u?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;br&gt;whattafriend: &lt;em&gt;great. break na sa school e. last tym i saw u was april or may, ryt?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;br&gt;me: &lt;em&gt;yep! buti pa kau...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;br&gt;whattafriend: &lt;em&gt;u grew fat over the past two years...d tulad nung hs tau.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;br&gt;me: &lt;em&gt;oook....glad u took notice!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;br&gt;whattafriend: &lt;em&gt;no offense meant. dba c ***** nag-ggym? y don't u try din, if u have free tym dba?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;br&gt;me: &lt;em&gt;hello? how rude can u get!!! u s***! ngaun lang nga tayo nag-usap, ganyan pa hirit mo?! leche ka ah!!!&lt;/em&gt; (hehe...I didn't say that, of course. although I was dying to!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;br&gt;me:(this is what I really said) &lt;em&gt;la free tym e. in fact, I'm busy ryt now. I don't have tym for long chikahan. maybe I'll catch you next tym. cge, bye!!!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so I ended the conversation there. hell! where did he get off telling me about my weight and actually giving me a piece of advice to go to the gym?!? i know I've gained a few pounds. well, ok, 9 lbs for the last 2 years. but is that a big deal? i mean, so what?! leche sya!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;br&gt;am I being o.a. lang? well, I felt that was so not nice of him. I mean, is that how u greet a hs friend u haven't seen or talked to for some time? i know I'm way fat as compared to before. He didn't have to rub it in my face. now I know why others make their "weights" a big deal. it's because of people like him!!! no matter how much u don't want stupid, unsolicited comments like that affect you, somehow it gets stuck in your brain. I know...it's here lurking at the back of my head. yan tuloy, i feel super fat and ugly right now. shit! hmpf! I'll get on that southbeach diet thing a.s.a.p. I still have to see him and other old hs friends this september because of a debut of a close friend. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Georgia;font-size:100%;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;br&gt;well, HAPPY weekend you all!!!!&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/7879023-109359991768922023?l=ofgraceandesprit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ofgraceandesprit.blogspot.com/feeds/109359991768922023/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7879023&amp;postID=109359991768922023' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7879023/posts/default/109359991768922023'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7879023/posts/default/109359991768922023'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ofgraceandesprit.blogspot.com/2004/08/weight-whats-deal.html' title='Weight, What&apos;s the Deal?!'/><author><name>Grace</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10647593888772116813</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://images.veavoochie.multiply.com/image/1/photos/3/600x600/11.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7879023.post-109342739497253623</id><published>2004-08-25T17:22:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-08-25T20:09:05.960+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Don't Know What I'm Doing...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;I was just thinking about my course, communication arts, and frankly, I don't know what I'm doing staying here. for innumerable times such thought always come to mind. I'm an introvert to begin with. I'm not a people-person either. I'm almost always shy except around people I really, really know. I don't like speaking in front of a crowd. I absolutely have no plan in venturing into broadcasting or anything that'll show myself in tv. There are just so many reasons why I am not so, you know, fit for this course!!! So why did I even take this course?! I wanted to escape math, that's why! and yeah, I wanted to do advertising. But now, I don't see myself going anywhere with this course. &lt;em&gt;Parang walang future...&lt;/em&gt; I really don't know. Maybe I should have pushed thru with my plan of becomimg a doctor or anything related to med. Maybe I should have not listened to people discouraging me to follow my ultimate dream of becoming a world renown chef! Hell! I should have done that. well, regrets regrets regrets! regrets won't do me any good. at least I know that. I'm gonna stick with this course then once I have a decent-paying job, I'll study culinary arts. coz that's the&lt;em&gt; c.a.&lt;/em&gt; I should have studied!!! I'll even pay for my own schooling if my papa still refuse to pay for it!!! heck, I can do that! I feel good already now that I have a plan. The problem now is actualizing the plan... oh but i'll worry about that some other time in the future. I have other things to worry about. sigh...problems just don't end!!!&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/7879023-109342739497253623?l=ofgraceandesprit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ofgraceandesprit.blogspot.com/feeds/109342739497253623/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7879023&amp;postID=109342739497253623' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7879023/posts/default/109342739497253623'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7879023/posts/default/109342739497253623'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ofgraceandesprit.blogspot.com/2004/08/dont-know-what-im-doing.html' title='Don&apos;t Know What I&apos;m Doing...'/><author><name>Grace</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10647593888772116813</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://images.veavoochie.multiply.com/image/1/photos/3/600x600/11.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7879023.post-109309301674645471</id><published>2004-08-21T20:42:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-08-27T18:10:58.610+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Blogger's Block...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;I've been having blogger's block for a week now. It's either that or my life is just so monotonous that after just a few blogging, I'm already out of stuff to say!!! Ha! Oh well, I'm sharing with you one of my favorite poems. I believe in it, you know... After reading it, you guys should tell me what you thought of it. I'd be glad to know!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;ONCE IN A LIFETIME&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;by: Danielle Steel&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;br&gt;It happens only once, not twice&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;the moment vanishes like mice&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;scurrying past,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;life much too fast&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;and only for the very brave,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;the strong, the true&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;and when the moment comes for you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Don't let it pass you by&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;for in a twinkle of an eye &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;the love is gone&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;the moment dead&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;an empty ringing in your head.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;you will know&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;when fate has whispered in your ear&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;oh, never fear beloved friend&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;for in the end,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;it's worth the price,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;the fee&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;the cost...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;when all is lost &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;and love is won&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;when true love comes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;there is but one.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7879023-109309301674645471?l=ofgraceandesprit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://images.veavoochie.multiply.com/image/1/photos/3/600x600/11.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7879023.post-109257317540232497</id><published>2004-08-15T20:28:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-08-27T18:12:51.050+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;JUST ONE YOU&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;br&gt;One look...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;and I'll be drowning in your stare.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;One smile...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;and I have witnessed joy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;One touch...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;and I'll feel as I have never felt before.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;A kiss...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;I'll be breathing the breath of life.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;One You... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;and there's nothing and no one that I'll ever need.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Georgia;font-size:100%;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Just YOU...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Here with me.&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/7879023-109257317540232497?l=ofgraceandesprit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ofgraceandesprit.blogspot.com/feeds/109257317540232497/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7879023&amp;postID=109257317540232497' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7879023/posts/default/109257317540232497'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7879023/posts/default/109257317540232497'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ofgraceandesprit.blogspot.com/2004/08/just-one-you-one-look.html' title=''/><author><name>Grace</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10647593888772116813</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://images.veavoochie.multiply.com/image/1/photos/3/600x600/11.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7879023.post-109240710211426384</id><published>2004-08-13T22:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-08-13T23:25:42.273+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Yellow Cab</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;I first heard about this from a a friend and then I saw it on a replay of Oprah some time last year. A certain lady said that girls should some time take matters into their own hands if they want to end up with someone. (or something to that line) It's not right that you should wait just because you're a girl. She said it's just like waiting for a cab in a dark, remote place. How will you be able to find the "right" cab that'll &lt;em&gt;take you home&lt;/em&gt; if you won't actually try to hail one? You can't wait forever for some cab to look at you and finally stop and give you a ride home. You have to do something for the driver to notice you like that "hitching thing" or whatever. Point is, do something to get you where you want to go. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Well, all my life I have been waiting for my yellow cab to take a stop in front of me. but i don't know if that yellow cab passed me by already because I was too busy looking elsewhere, or I was just stupid as to not do a single thing for the driver to notice me. but maybe, just maybe, it's on its way....just caught up in bad traffic. but then if it's already right there in front of me, how will I hail my yellow cab?! and if suppose I did, what will I do if it turned out to be one hell of a horror ride? I'll be left some place i don't know and I'd have to pick myself up again. I'm just too much of a &lt;em&gt;segurista &lt;/em&gt;or a dreamer. Is it a fault to hope that I'll have &lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;one&lt;/span&gt; ride to get home? Just one, good ride. That's it! I just don't want to start on something that will bring me to a worser state than I was before...&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/7879023-109240710211426384?l=ofgraceandesprit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ofgraceandesprit.blogspot.com/feeds/109240710211426384/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7879023&amp;postID=109240710211426384' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7879023/posts/default/109240710211426384'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7879023/posts/default/109240710211426384'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ofgraceandesprit.blogspot.com/2004/08/yellow-cab.html' title='Yellow Cab'/><author><name>Grace</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10647593888772116813</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://images.veavoochie.multiply.com/image/1/photos/3/600x600/11.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7879023.post-109221057610273698</id><published>2004-08-11T15:27:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-08-11T15:52:41.236+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Just About School</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;sometimes i really feel tired of going to school. i mean, you have exams to study for, deadlines to meet, and if you're unlucky you have terror teachers to deal with too! but when you get a high score in a certain exam, it starts to feel like it's all worth it, u know. just like earlier. i wasn't really expecting that i'll get a high score in finance. it's &lt;em&gt;math,&lt;/em&gt; for crying out loud!but i knew i'd do okay coz i studied naman for that prelim exam. i was really shocked and so happy when i got hold of my test paper coz i got a perfect score!!! never in a million years would I have thought that I'll get a hundred in an exam in math!(it has always been my waterloo...) I &lt;em&gt;really&lt;/em&gt; suck in math. this is really a first! natsci wasn't bad either...got a 92 preliminary grade. and so was ethics. hehe!if keep this same performance with the rest of the subjects i've got, i might &lt;em&gt;finally &lt;/em&gt;make it to the dean's list! then i'll finally get my dad off my case! he's been chewing my ears as to when I'll finally be like my elder sis who's always in the dean's list. it's hard to have that everyday...and I don't know if can deal with that kind of pressure for the whole of my college life! so I'm gonna try really hard. we'll see what will happen...&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/7879023-109221057610273698?l=ofgraceandesprit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ofgraceandesprit.blogspot.com/feeds/109221057610273698/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7879023&amp;postID=109221057610273698' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7879023/posts/default/109221057610273698'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7879023/posts/default/109221057610273698'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ofgraceandesprit.blogspot.com/2004/08/just-about-school.html' title='Just About School'/><author><name>Grace</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10647593888772116813</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://images.veavoochie.multiply.com/image/1/photos/3/600x600/11.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7879023.post-109215210812216982</id><published>2004-08-10T23:19:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-08-10T23:44:24.546+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hello Relaxation!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;finally prelims are over!!! i can finally do some relaxation and start reading the pile of books i have here at home. been put off for quite some time now. i actually started on some unwinding earlier...heehee. watched &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;50 First Dates&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; and&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt; I-Robot&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; at Vea's right after the exam. great movies! can't choose which one's much better. oh well both are of different genres anyway. i especially liked I-Robot's "effects." really cool! I bet it would have been much cooler if I have seen it in a moviehouse. (we watched the pirated vcd copy...hehe! but it was good!) I wouldn't mind doing this kind of thing everyday! haha! that's me, lazy as ever!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;by the way, me and Vea created the "cartoony" me you see here. we got sick of reviewing for the exam, so we decided to just do a little something to "up" this blog of mine. Know what I think though? The cartoon doesn't even look a little bit like me! maybe except for the eyes, the eyebrows and the chubby cheeks. the rest is I don't know! My hair is not even like that! well yeah, except for the length and the color...so anyway just wanted to say those things even if they're nothing of relevance here. hehe! well all you guys try to enjoy the week no matter how crazy stuff gets, ok?! ciao!!!&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7879023-109215210812216982?l=ofgraceandesprit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ofgraceandesprit.blogspot.com/feeds/109215210812216982/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7879023&amp;postID=109215210812216982' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7879023/posts/default/109215210812216982'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7879023/posts/default/109215210812216982'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ofgraceandesprit.blogspot.com/2004/08/hello-relaxation.html' title='Hello Relaxation!!!'/><author><name>Grace</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10647593888772116813</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://images.veavoochie.multiply.com/image/1/photos/3/600x600/11.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7879023.post-109198364015699794</id><published>2004-08-09T00:11:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-08-09T01:42:39.256+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Dreams of Long Ago: A Case of an Insomnia Attack!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;so here i am, having one of my insomnia attacks. been trying to sleep for the last couple of hours, but my eyes and my mind refuse to cooperate! my eyes are as wide as a big, running on a deserted highway in the middle of the night-freight truck's headlights! know what i mean? so i thought to myself might as well do some blogging since I couldn't sleep and all. u know pass up time...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Georgia;font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;earlier this evening, i had the chance to see one of my all-time favorite movies, which is &lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;A Walk&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;To Remember&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; on HBO. and as usual, i was crying like mad by the end of the movie. so anyway, up to this very second I still am thinking how lucky Jamie Sullivan is! I mean, she snagged Landon Carter and even made him change his ways! as if those weren't enough, she had him waiting for her at the end of the aisle as she took her grand "walk to remember!" well i guess some girls do have all the luck. these kind of things can happen and have happened in real life, right? so i'm thinking yet again, "why not me?!" (waaah!) when i was in my early years in high school, i honestly believed that someone would come and totally sweep me off my feet. (didn't we all?) I envisioned that someone to be a "bad" boy and someone who's a complete opposite of me. well, not really "bad" as in "super bad"....just "slightly bad." he'd be somebody who's reckless and mysterious, someone who hides his true self. then of course he'll fall madly in love with a plain Jane like me, and i believe you already know what i'm gonna say next. so anyway that&lt;em&gt; &lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;was&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; then.&lt;em&gt; &lt;/em&gt;I no longer hope for the impossible. I blame it all on the movies and the pocket books that makes you hope and believe that you'll have the exact same fairy tale as the heroines had in the movies/pocket books someday. so ok maybe a few or more than a few have got lucky, but what are the chances that I'll be one of them? I'm not saying that I do not believe in those stuff anymore. - I am an incurable romantic after all. all I'm saying is that now i know I'm gonna get my &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;own sui generis&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; fairy tale and not some movie-like romance. as people always say, there is a fine line between what's real and what's fantasy. I should know. I &lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;tripped &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;on it&lt;/span&gt;!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7879023-109198364015699794?l=ofgraceandesprit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ofgraceandesprit.blogspot.com/feeds/109198364015699794/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7879023&amp;postID=109198364015699794' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7879023/posts/default/109198364015699794'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7879023/posts/default/109198364015699794'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ofgraceandesprit.blogspot.com/2004/08/dreams-of-long-ago-case-of-insomnia.html' title='Dreams of Long Ago: A Case of an Insomnia Attack!'/><author><name>Grace</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10647593888772116813</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://images.veavoochie.multiply.com/image/1/photos/3/600x600/11.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7879023.post-109186091960108445</id><published>2004-08-07T14:22:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-04-30T13:45:34.236+08:00</updated><title type='text'>First Time</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;this is my first time to ever have a webpage, and i admit i am totally clueless here!!! so first of, i really want to thank my bessie &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://veascharmbracelet.blogspot.com"&gt;VEA&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;(applaud! applaud!) for helping me here and for convincing me relentlessly that having a blog is not a bad thing after all. so far i have no regrets! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;well, today is such a rainy day(at least here in cavite). I'm usually a bum whenever this kind of weather rolls in. i'm just home, but my thoughts are definitely somewhere... I can't write anything anymore because then i know i'd only be blabbering - and that's so much for a first time!!! so anyway, here's a short poem that came to my head just about now....it's not much of a good one, but hey this is my blog! enjoy!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Do I Have the Right?&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;I thought i had it in my hands&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;I thought I could hold on.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;I grasp it ever so tightly,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;but then it was gone.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Then i realized I never really had it&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;it was all a part of a crazy fantasy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;A dream so wonderful,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;but nothing close to reality.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;I cried myself a river&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;one faithful April night&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;I had questions running in my head,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;"Did i ever have the right?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Now i still wonder...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;DO I HAVE THE RIGHT?&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7879023-109186091960108445?l=ofgraceandesprit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ofgraceandesprit.blogspot.com/feeds/109186091960108445/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7879023&amp;postID=109186091960108445' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7879023/posts/default/109186091960108445'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7879023/posts/default/109186091960108445'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ofgraceandesprit.blogspot.com/2004/08/first-time.html' title='First Time'/><author><name>Grace</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10647593888772116813</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://images.veavoochie.multiply.com/image/1/photos/3/600x600/11.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
