<?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-14131100</id><updated>2011-12-28T23:56:43.282+08:00</updated><category term='rent'/><category term='philippines'/><category term='camera'/><category term='metro manila'/><category term='underwater'/><title type='text'>Magni Nominis Umbra</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nonexistentego.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14131100/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nonexistentego.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14131100/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Hannah B. Reyno</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zE5Iztv78mw/SVby5UnGkWI/AAAAAAAAAJA/FcRFugsBLUE/S220/DSC_0087+(2).JPG'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>169</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14131100.post-6184574313176833304</id><published>2010-05-15T09:06:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-15T09:20:16.037+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hug</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;Hugging is a good medicine. It transfers energy and gives the person hugged an emotional lift. You need four hugs a day for survival, eight for maintenance, and twelve for growth. Scientists say that hugging is a form of communication because it can say things you don't have words for. And the nicest thing about a hug is that you usually can't give one without getting one.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Our PROSEC teacher taught us this, and that is why high school with Sixtreme was smothered with warm hugs and sweet kisses.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Hugs to everyone! :))&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14131100-6184574313176833304?l=nonexistentego.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14131100/posts/default/6184574313176833304'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14131100/posts/default/6184574313176833304'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nonexistentego.blogspot.com/2010/05/hug.html' title='Hug'/><author><name>Hannah B. Reyno</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zE5Iztv78mw/SVby5UnGkWI/AAAAAAAAAJA/FcRFugsBLUE/S220/DSC_0087+(2).JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14131100.post-350733066239258725</id><published>2010-03-18T16:00:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-18T16:23:38.573+08:00</updated><title type='text'>God, Interest Me</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I call upon to Him with that prayer when I’m exhausted, when I’m nonchalant or when I’m naturally me, seeking to excite and ignite my adrenaline. He responds always, as in for all time, He never fails. By response, I mean He shows me the remarkable, the extraordinary, the appealing, the motivating, the noteworthy, the noble, those I never knew exist or still exist, those that make you smile, make you feel alive, those small and big things in life. Occasionally, He even answers my quick prayer by offering desirable and exhilarating outdoor adventures. Those sort of response from Him, I like! However, there are these of which I refer to as unlike times, and today is one of them.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;What occurred today interests me, but I’d rather not go through that hazard for another time. With my act made hastily on impulse, I feel guilt-ridden and culpable. Please papa God, not for another time. It involves aggression and onslaught, to some extent a recurrence of the &lt;a href="http://nonexistentego.blogspot.com/2008/08/save-destroy.html"&gt;past&lt;/a&gt;. I abhor the mixed emotions.  :'(&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14131100-350733066239258725?l=nonexistentego.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14131100/posts/default/350733066239258725'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14131100/posts/default/350733066239258725'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nonexistentego.blogspot.com/2010/03/god-interest-me.html' title='God, Interest Me'/><author><name>Hannah B. Reyno</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zE5Iztv78mw/SVby5UnGkWI/AAAAAAAAAJA/FcRFugsBLUE/S220/DSC_0087+(2).JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14131100.post-1296318098523406279</id><published>2010-03-15T11:22:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-15T11:27:02.736+08:00</updated><title type='text'>On What Side of the Coin</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I exceptionally have an aversion to unexpectedly coming across to something to which I become bothered and flustered. I wish to know your true intent with that act because I don't know what to feel &amp;amp; how to react. This may sound unjust since I’m implying an inequitable distinction between flattering and fault-finding propositions, but why do you have to convene with her. What scheme are you working on? Is that your means of ... or of ... ? It’s too sudden of a downer, I'm unprepared, and you caught me off guard. Please assure me that this uncertainty is not how it adversely appears to be. Enlighten me that I'm right with my approving inference. Restore my confidence and set my mind at rest.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I'm not in my good frame of mind to study for this week’s exam anymore.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14131100-1296318098523406279?l=nonexistentego.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14131100/posts/default/1296318098523406279'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14131100/posts/default/1296318098523406279'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nonexistentego.blogspot.com/2010/03/on-what-side-of-coin.html' title='On What Side of the Coin'/><author><name>Hannah B. Reyno</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zE5Iztv78mw/SVby5UnGkWI/AAAAAAAAAJA/FcRFugsBLUE/S220/DSC_0087+(2).JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14131100.post-7675007217598306400</id><published>2010-03-14T23:12:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2011-02-16T23:54:26.219+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Ill-Equipped</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I have been requested to represent the institution. What do I do? I’m not robustly on my top form for it. It’s in a couple of weeks and I necessitate at least six weeks of training to improve on my physical fitness and to finish the battle competently and with ease. This great advantageous chance may never come yet again. If under favourable conditions, I could and I will. Fatefully, ad lib, impromptu and spur-of-the-moment are under no circumstances germane in this sporting stratagem; furthermore, my performance in my academics is below accustomed and is middling. Actually, I’m a little anxious and unassertive as I am long-drawn-out from taking actions on behalf of. I could do with ruminating through this tonight, so help me God.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Update: I politely refused. I might regret this before long. Hayy.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Update: I said yes, and we bagged 2nd place! :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14131100-7675007217598306400?l=nonexistentego.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14131100/posts/default/7675007217598306400'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14131100/posts/default/7675007217598306400'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nonexistentego.blogspot.com/2010/03/ill-equipped.html' title='Ill-Equipped'/><author><name>Hannah B. Reyno</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zE5Iztv78mw/SVby5UnGkWI/AAAAAAAAAJA/FcRFugsBLUE/S220/DSC_0087+(2).JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14131100.post-7737419645126960411</id><published>2010-03-14T15:01:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-15T09:21:10.766+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sunday is Family Day</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I saw COCO MARTIN yesterday! He looked like an angel, grabe! And oh, he's from Novaliches as well! HAHAHA :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Kakilig-kilig na panaginip! :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;MC’s activity today is charity run that carried on not much as for a lengthy period, an approximation of three hours including chatting and gobbling down. While Earl is a despondency, I’m grateful Perf, Bryan and Jeff could accompany me. What I in actuality desire to blog is that I’m home in the early hours! I, together with my family, took a seat around our table for lunch a minute ago. Fulfilling it is in view of the fact that I’ve never eaten any breakfast/brunch/lunch/dinner with them for weeks now. Co-curricular activities are getting all the more complex to pull off and involve consuming a great deal of the time of my life; thus, today is perfectly a faultless day! A time to sit down and relax with loved ones, oh I truly love the pleasant atmosphere.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Here are some pictures of our lunch today.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zE5Iztv78mw/S5yKwqDkuRI/AAAAAAAAAPA/Hftlr8fbNcg/s1600-h/DSC_6444.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 133px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zE5Iztv78mw/S5yKwqDkuRI/AAAAAAAAAPA/Hftlr8fbNcg/s200/DSC_6444.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5448382217739090194" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zE5Iztv78mw/S5yKwHoey_I/AAAAAAAAAO4/VKJWlRyZg2s/s1600-h/DSC_6443.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 133px; height: 200px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zE5Iztv78mw/S5yKwHoey_I/AAAAAAAAAO4/VKJWlRyZg2s/s200/DSC_6443.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5448382208498650098" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zE5Iztv78mw/S5yKvnzOxPI/AAAAAAAAAOw/Rod581xH-TE/s1600-h/DSC_6442.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 133px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zE5Iztv78mw/S5yKvnzOxPI/AAAAAAAAAOw/Rod581xH-TE/s200/DSC_6442.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5448382199953802482" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zE5Iztv78mw/S5yKvAhs9ZI/AAAAAAAAAOo/AVQaph04lr0/s1600-h/DSC_6435.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 133px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zE5Iztv78mw/S5yKvAhs9ZI/AAAAAAAAAOo/AVQaph04lr0/s200/DSC_6435.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5448382189411300754" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zE5Iztv78mw/S5yKuvRcHDI/AAAAAAAAAOg/L_oD_ReQC-I/s1600-h/DSC_6433.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 133px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zE5Iztv78mw/S5yKuvRcHDI/AAAAAAAAAOg/L_oD_ReQC-I/s200/DSC_6433.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5448382184779684914" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14131100-7737419645126960411?l=nonexistentego.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14131100/posts/default/7737419645126960411'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14131100/posts/default/7737419645126960411'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nonexistentego.blogspot.com/2010/03/sunday-is-family-day.html' title='Sunday is Family Day'/><author><name>Hannah B. Reyno</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zE5Iztv78mw/SVby5UnGkWI/AAAAAAAAAJA/FcRFugsBLUE/S220/DSC_0087+(2).JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zE5Iztv78mw/S5yKwqDkuRI/AAAAAAAAAPA/Hftlr8fbNcg/s72-c/DSC_6444.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14131100.post-7286448978026659768</id><published>2010-02-24T00:28:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-06-04T20:48:11.189+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Pagbabago</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Madaming nagaganap na pagbabago, sinasadya man, yung di maiiwasan, o yung mga di-ayon at ayon sa ating kagustuhan. Kung tutuusin, ako mismo ay napupuno ng pagbabago. Iba na hilig ko, iba na nais ko, iba na ibig ko, iba na nagpapaikot ng mundo ko. Nagbago at patuloy na nagbabago, ako’y nandirito pa rin, iisa ang hangarin, na maging...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14131100-7286448978026659768?l=nonexistentego.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14131100/posts/default/7286448978026659768'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14131100/posts/default/7286448978026659768'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nonexistentego.blogspot.com/2010/02/pagbabago.html' title='Pagbabago'/><author><name>Hannah B. Reyno</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zE5Iztv78mw/SVby5UnGkWI/AAAAAAAAAJA/FcRFugsBLUE/S220/DSC_0087+(2).JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14131100.post-6051095198739948392</id><published>2010-02-24T00:08:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-18T16:24:37.533+08:00</updated><title type='text'>X</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Biglang nakakita ng litrato, na siyang inupload ng kaibigan mo. Napaisip ako, tulad pa rin kaya ng dati ang iyong pabango. Pareho pa rin ang hugis ng iyong mukha. Siya ring tamis ng ngiti sa iyong mata. Nagbago na kaya ang iyong panlasa? Nakatutuwang isipin minsa’y naging akin ka. Sa kabilang banda, nakalulungkot, nakayayamot, parang hindi na kita kilala. Magawa mo pa kaya akong maalala? Miss ata kita. Joke lang, asa ka pa! HAHAHA :D&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14131100-6051095198739948392?l=nonexistentego.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14131100/posts/default/6051095198739948392'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14131100/posts/default/6051095198739948392'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nonexistentego.blogspot.com/2010/02/x.html' title='X'/><author><name>Hannah B. Reyno</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zE5Iztv78mw/SVby5UnGkWI/AAAAAAAAAJA/FcRFugsBLUE/S220/DSC_0087+(2).JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14131100.post-355766435104242772</id><published>2010-02-13T21:33:00.008+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-18T16:24:19.631+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Go On</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;Yesterday, I met Coach Champ by chance, sitting at the pavilion. He waved, I waved.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Coach: &lt;i&gt;Hindi ka na bumalik at nagpakita, tapos tumataba ka pa ah!&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;H: &lt;i&gt;Oo nga po eh. Panggabi na po kasi kami sa CE. Kayo rin kaya tumataba! HAHAHA :D&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Coach: &lt;i&gt;Isang taon ka pa ‘di ba?&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;H: &lt;i&gt;Opo, lapit na!&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Coach: &lt;i&gt;Alam mo sayang ka... Sayang ka.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Then I felt intolerably embarrassed and pierced. Awkward silence presided over the setting. He had plans for me, BIG plans. Expression of regret in concert with annoyance is visibly evident on my face. As I make an effort to be unruffled and to have sturdy control over my emotions, I informed him that I was with Mountaineering Club, and blah. We finished the casual talk by conversely wishing good lucks. I was shyly uncomfortable, grabe.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;From Facebook: "On this day, God wants you to know that it's time you let go. Yes, of course, you want to control so everything happens in just the way you want it. But at the end of the day, we control nothing, - it's all in God's hands, - has always been, and will always be. So, do what you can, and then let go, and let God handle the rest."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;My present writings, measured up to my writings few years back, are a disaster and a humiliating failure.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I saw pictures of you smiling, it left me smiling, too. :) Do more of what you’re doing, and keep yourself happy, okay? I'm happy that you're happy. Happy Valentine’s, dreamboy!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14131100-355766435104242772?l=nonexistentego.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14131100/posts/default/355766435104242772'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14131100/posts/default/355766435104242772'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nonexistentego.blogspot.com/2010/02/go-on.html' title='Go On'/><author><name>Hannah B. Reyno</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zE5Iztv78mw/SVby5UnGkWI/AAAAAAAAAJA/FcRFugsBLUE/S220/DSC_0087+(2).JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14131100.post-580534389711923839</id><published>2010-02-12T12:44:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-18T16:24:06.598+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Busy Bee</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I have been markedly busy to fret concerning my past worries. In point of fact, I’m not that all affected to any further extent. I'm content the way it is. Yes! I am expressing gratitude to all who/that keep me as busy as a bee. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Our time will come, for God's time is always perfect.  :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14131100-580534389711923839?l=nonexistentego.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14131100/posts/default/580534389711923839'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14131100/posts/default/580534389711923839'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nonexistentego.blogspot.com/2010/02/busy-bee.html' title='Busy Bee'/><author><name>Hannah B. Reyno</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zE5Iztv78mw/SVby5UnGkWI/AAAAAAAAAJA/FcRFugsBLUE/S220/DSC_0087+(2).JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14131100.post-3808458462282956999</id><published>2010-02-02T01:02:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-18T16:24:11.327+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Where Did It Come From?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I’m walking when I’m used to running. I’m considering defenses when I’m used to constantly engaging in. I’m losing potentials when I’m used to its full utilization. I’m unable to find that zeal and enthusiasm in the same degree as when I did have it initially. Someone please push me to go beyond the usual limits. I’m at present jaded and apathetic. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Offensive it is when someone really close exhibits lies to others in relation to you just to get ahead of and be noticed. I seem not to be familiar with, but I’m well-informed. I’ve conversed with my friends in another circle concerning this. I made conscious effort to hear them out, but am doing otherwise. To you my friend, I’d still play the unchanged role. Friends care, friends share. But please, impede yourself from talking deceits and fabrications with the intent of getting a hold of that boy you desire. I’ll stay silent, I’ll stay patient.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14131100-3808458462282956999?l=nonexistentego.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14131100/posts/default/3808458462282956999'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14131100/posts/default/3808458462282956999'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nonexistentego.blogspot.com/2010/02/where-did-it-come-from.html' title='Where Did It Come From?'/><author><name>Hannah B. Reyno</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zE5Iztv78mw/SVby5UnGkWI/AAAAAAAAAJA/FcRFugsBLUE/S220/DSC_0087+(2).JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14131100.post-6329688429292629431</id><published>2010-01-18T23:16:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-25T22:12:21.269+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Bold and Italicized</title><content type='html'>My Personality&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I’m loud.&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I’m obnoxious.&lt;br /&gt;I’m sarcastic.&lt;br /&gt;I’m cocky.&lt;br /&gt;I cry easily.&lt;br /&gt;I have a bad temper.&lt;br /&gt;For the most part, I don’t like people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I’m easy to get along with.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I like to fight. &lt;/strong&gt;[just bad people :) HAHAHA nag-explain?]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;I have more enemies than friends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I’ve smoked.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;I’ve smoked weed.&lt;br /&gt;I drink coffee.&lt;br /&gt;I clean my room daily.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My Appearance&lt;br /&gt;I’m shorter than 5’5.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I wear makeup.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;I wear a piece of jewelry at all times.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I wear contacts.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I wear glasses.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;I’ve had braces.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I have braces.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;I change my hair color often.&lt;br /&gt;I straighten my hair often.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;My ears are pierced.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;I have small feet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Relationships&lt;br /&gt;I’m in a relationship now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I’m single. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I’m crushin’. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I’ve missed an ex before.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;I’m always scared of being hurt.&lt;br /&gt;An ex has physically abused me at least once.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I’ve told someone I loved them when I didn’t.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I’ve told someone I didn’t love them when I did.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I’ve been in love more than two times.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;I believe in love at first sight.&lt;br /&gt;I believe lust is more important than love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Friendships&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I have a best friend.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I have at least ten friends.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I’ve gotten a phone call in the last 48 hours from a friend.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;I’ve beaten up a friend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I’ve been in a serious fight with a friend.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;I can trust at least five people with my life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Experiences&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I’ve been on a plane.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I’ve been on a train.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I’ve left the state/province.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Someone close to me has died.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I’ve taken a taxi.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I’ve taken a city bus.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I’ve taken a school bus.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I’ve gone bungee jumping. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I’ve made a speech.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I’ve been in some sort of club.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I’ve won an award.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;I’ve spent 24 hours on the computer straight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;I’ve been in a physical fight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Music&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I listen to country.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I listen to some pop.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I listen to techno.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I listen to rock.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I’m one of those people who play songs repeatedly until I hate it.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;I hate the radio.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I download music.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;I buy CD’s.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Television&lt;br /&gt;I spend at least six hours a day watching television.&lt;br /&gt;I watch soap operas daily.&lt;br /&gt;I’m in love with Days Of Our Lives.&lt;br /&gt;I’ve seen and like The OC.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I’ve seen and like One Tree Hill.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I’ve seen and like America’s Next Top Model.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;I’ve seen and like Popular.&lt;br /&gt;I’ve seen and like House.&lt;br /&gt;I’ve seen and like 24.&lt;br /&gt;I’ve seen and like CSI.&lt;br /&gt;I’ve seen and like Everwood.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Family Life&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I get along with both of my parents.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;My biological parents are still together.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I have at least one brother.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I have at least one sister.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;I have at least one step brother/sister.&lt;br /&gt;I have at least one half brother/sister.&lt;br /&gt;I’ve been kicked out of the house.&lt;br /&gt;I’ve ran away from my home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I’ve sworn at my parents.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I’ve made my parents cry.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I’ve lied to my parents.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I’ve lied to my parents about where I am.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I’ve lied to my parents about what I’m doing.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I’ve lied to my parents so I’d be allowed out.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;I’ve walked out when I’ve been grounded.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hair&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I’ve cut my hair in the past year.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;I’ve dyed my hair in the past year.&lt;br /&gt;I’ve had black.&lt;br /&gt;I’ve been red.&lt;br /&gt;I’ve been light brown.&lt;br /&gt;I’ve been medium brown.&lt;br /&gt;I’ve been brown.&lt;br /&gt;I’ve had streaks.&lt;br /&gt;I’ve had purple/pink.&lt;br /&gt;I’ve gotten my hair thinned.&lt;br /&gt;I use conditioner.&lt;br /&gt;I’ve used silk therapy.&lt;br /&gt;I’ve used hot oil treatments.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I’ve curled my hair.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I’ve straightened my hair.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I’ve ironed my hair.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I’ve braided my hair.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I’ve had/want dreadlocks.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;School&lt;br /&gt;I’ve thrown something at a teacher.&lt;br /&gt;I’ve yelled at a teacher.&lt;br /&gt;I’ve been suspended.&lt;br /&gt;I’ve had an in-school suspension.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I’ve been sent to the principal’s office.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I’ve walked out of class. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I’ve skipped an entire day of school.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I’ve skipped a whole month of one certain class.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I’ve failed a test.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I’ve cheated on a test.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I’ve helped someone else cheat on a test.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;I’ve failed Art.&lt;br /&gt;I’ve failed P.E.&lt;br /&gt;I’ve failed Math.&lt;br /&gt;I’ve failed Science.&lt;br /&gt;I’ve failed another class.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;A teacher has called my parents.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;I’ve been caught skipping.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14131100-6329688429292629431?l=nonexistentego.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14131100/posts/default/6329688429292629431'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14131100/posts/default/6329688429292629431'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nonexistentego.blogspot.com/2010/01/bold.html' title='Bold and Italicized'/><author><name>Hannah B. Reyno</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zE5Iztv78mw/SVby5UnGkWI/AAAAAAAAAJA/FcRFugsBLUE/S220/DSC_0087+(2).JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14131100.post-2370167818223803317</id><published>2009-12-06T12:25:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-06T12:36:57.124+08:00</updated><title type='text'>There's Something Else</title><content type='html'>The last semester was interesting, extra interesting in fact for the reason that of being varied, challenging, stimulating and exciting! I’ve converged with real cool individuals to become gradually less different and eventually the same. Mountaineers, yes, it’s who they are. I suppose I’ve become involved much in the waters with great enthusiasm thus I’m giving a go to explore forests and top of mountains. I’m truly blissful making friends with them. In such a span of time which not lasts long, I’m self-assured to state that we’re thoroughly involved in a friendly relationship and that I could disclose secrets, share moments with them, and unreservedly let them in on my life. They’re quite a literal to being tagged as family.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zE5Iztv78mw/Sxs0R4O-C3I/AAAAAAAAAN0/yOv35N5LBW4/s1600-h/4152569850_da40cac1a3_b.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zE5Iztv78mw/Sxs0R4O-C3I/AAAAAAAAAN0/yOv35N5LBW4/s320/4152569850_da40cac1a3_b.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5411976858973375346" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Regarding family, my sister and I were conversing the recent past. “Buti na lang si mama ay si mama, at si papa ay si papa,” she said. It affected me suddenly and unexpectedly. As I agreed to her terms, I considered myself especially blessed. I could neither request nor look for more.&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;He meant it when he said it, but I’m emotionless towards it. Have I grown cold and numb? Or maybe, just maybe, there’s yet that small piece of me desiring and waiting for someone else. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;If there's a game we could play...&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;CHRISTMAS NAAAA! It’s time to parteeeey! :D&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14131100-2370167818223803317?l=nonexistentego.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14131100/posts/default/2370167818223803317'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14131100/posts/default/2370167818223803317'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nonexistentego.blogspot.com/2009/12/theres-something-else.html' title='There&apos;s Something Else'/><author><name>Hannah B. Reyno</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zE5Iztv78mw/SVby5UnGkWI/AAAAAAAAAJA/FcRFugsBLUE/S220/DSC_0087+(2).JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zE5Iztv78mw/Sxs0R4O-C3I/AAAAAAAAAN0/yOv35N5LBW4/s72-c/4152569850_da40cac1a3_b.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14131100.post-3022255405483184993</id><published>2009-09-08T07:46:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-08T07:50:44.230+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Yes, Sweeter &amp; Nicer</title><content type='html'>When a man and a woman have feelings with each other, it does not necessarily mean that to preserve your intense feelings you need to have a formal relationship as boyfriend and girlfriend. While both of you are still busy with your personal lives or in anything, it's possible that you could make each other as an inspiration. No commitment, just a romantic bond. Isn't it much sweeter and nicer when you both accomplished everything you want in life and yet, you still end up together? :P&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14131100-3022255405483184993?l=nonexistentego.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14131100/posts/default/3022255405483184993'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14131100/posts/default/3022255405483184993'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nonexistentego.blogspot.com/2009/09/yes-sweeter-nicer.html' title='Yes, Sweeter &amp; Nicer'/><author><name>Hannah B. Reyno</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zE5Iztv78mw/SVby5UnGkWI/AAAAAAAAAJA/FcRFugsBLUE/S220/DSC_0087+(2).JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14131100.post-6219626902351344350</id><published>2009-07-17T21:26:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-17T21:42:20.811+08:00</updated><title type='text'>True, Been There</title><content type='html'>Pathology&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;p&gt;I know exactly what you're thinking. You think you feel guilty, but it's not that. There's no such thing as guilty. There's just the fear of getting caught. It's the first day after, so that fear is still fresh. Your brain's all sick and twisted up. You're paranoid everyone knows, you fucked up, you're going to lose everything. You want to throw up but there's nothing in your stomach. You're not going to sleep tonight. You'll hit the bottle, you'll watch some TV, looking for any news that they're on to you but there won't be any. Tomorrow morning, you're going to wake up and it's going to be the same world. Nothing has changed. And that fear will start to creep away, and after a few days you're going to realize no one knows shit. That this whole bloody thing that's amounted to you as some kind of importance has somehow slipped beneath the notice of the world. And then you'll be a new man.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14131100-6219626902351344350?l=nonexistentego.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14131100/posts/default/6219626902351344350'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14131100/posts/default/6219626902351344350'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nonexistentego.blogspot.com/2009/07/pathology.html' title='True, Been There'/><author><name>Hannah B. Reyno</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zE5Iztv78mw/SVby5UnGkWI/AAAAAAAAAJA/FcRFugsBLUE/S220/DSC_0087+(2).JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14131100.post-6605100398156286327</id><published>2009-07-07T23:03:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-07T23:06:16.574+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Pay Attention</title><content type='html'>Boys Over Flowers Episode 17&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;Because you want to get to know him&lt;br /&gt;Learning what he does and wanting&lt;br /&gt;to do it with him&lt;br /&gt;Because you want to know him better...&lt;br /&gt;I know that&lt;br /&gt;feeling very well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14131100-6605100398156286327?l=nonexistentego.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14131100/posts/default/6605100398156286327'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14131100/posts/default/6605100398156286327'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nonexistentego.blogspot.com/2009/07/pay-attention.html' title='Pay Attention'/><author><name>Hannah B. Reyno</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zE5Iztv78mw/SVby5UnGkWI/AAAAAAAAAJA/FcRFugsBLUE/S220/DSC_0087+(2).JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14131100.post-8778914698326942980</id><published>2009-07-04T17:05:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-07T23:09:08.484+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Girls in my Circle</title><content type='html'>When I was little,&lt;br /&gt;I used to believe in the concept of one best friend,&lt;br /&gt;And then I started to become a woman.&lt;br /&gt;And then I found out that if you allow your heart to open up,&lt;br /&gt;God would show you the best in many friends.&lt;br /&gt;One friend is needed when you're going through things with your man.&lt;br /&gt;Another friend is needed when you're going through things with your mom.&lt;br /&gt;Another will sit beside you in the bleachers as you delight in your children and their activities.&lt;br /&gt;Another when you want to shop, share, heal, hurt, joke, or just be.&lt;br /&gt;One friend will say, 'Let's cry together,'&lt;br /&gt;Another, 'Let's fight together,'&lt;br /&gt;Another, 'Let's walk away together.'&lt;br /&gt;One friend will meet your spiritual need,&lt;br /&gt;Another your shoe fetish,&lt;br /&gt;Another your love for movies,&lt;br /&gt;Another will be with you in your season of confusion,&lt;br /&gt;Another will be your clarifier,&lt;br /&gt;Another the wind beneath your wings.&lt;br /&gt;But whatever their assignment in your life,&lt;br /&gt;On whatever the occasion,&lt;br /&gt;On whatever the day,&lt;br /&gt;Or wherever you need them to meet you with their gym shoes on and hair pulled back,&lt;br /&gt;Or to hold you back from making a complete fool of yourself.&lt;br /&gt;Those are your best friends.&lt;br /&gt;It may all be wrapped up in one woman,&lt;br /&gt;But for many, it's wrapped up in several.&lt;br /&gt;One from 6th grade, &lt;br /&gt;A bunch from high school,&lt;br /&gt;Several from the college years,&lt;br /&gt;A couple from old jobs,&lt;br /&gt;On some days your mother,&lt;br /&gt;On some days your neighbor,&lt;br /&gt;On others, your sisters,&lt;br /&gt;Some days your sister-in -law,&lt;br /&gt;And on some days, your daughters.&lt;br /&gt;So whether they've been a friend for 20 minutes or 20+ years,&lt;br /&gt;Thanks for being in my circle.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14131100-8778914698326942980?l=nonexistentego.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14131100/posts/default/8778914698326942980'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14131100/posts/default/8778914698326942980'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nonexistentego.blogspot.com/2009/07/girls-in-my-circle.html' title='Girls in my Circle'/><author><name>Hannah B. Reyno</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zE5Iztv78mw/SVby5UnGkWI/AAAAAAAAAJA/FcRFugsBLUE/S220/DSC_0087+(2).JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14131100.post-6471434638116301493</id><published>2009-07-02T23:29:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-02T23:44:34.550+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Unsystematic</title><content type='html'>I lied and I offer my sincerest apology. Does it hurt? In point of fact, it hurts even further in this side of the mountain. What happened? We were good friends. Is change really that fear-provoking? Change is good. Step up, and incite me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14131100-6471434638116301493?l=nonexistentego.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14131100/posts/default/6471434638116301493'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14131100/posts/default/6471434638116301493'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nonexistentego.blogspot.com/2009/07/unsystematic.html' title='Unsystematic'/><author><name>Hannah B. Reyno</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zE5Iztv78mw/SVby5UnGkWI/AAAAAAAAAJA/FcRFugsBLUE/S220/DSC_0087+(2).JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14131100.post-5808325989472998293</id><published>2009-06-29T14:39:00.011+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-29T15:29:05.333+08:00</updated><title type='text'>City of Smiles</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zE5Iztv78mw/SkhnfAjiM4I/AAAAAAAAANU/RHOc4_fPd9A/s1600-h/DSC_0546.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5352641939552482178" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zE5Iztv78mw/SkhnfAjiM4I/AAAAAAAAANU/RHOc4_fPd9A/s320/DSC_0546.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;our real purpose :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zE5Iztv78mw/SkhiLEyggdI/AAAAAAAAAMs/mlY-3ryyYA8/s1600-h/DSC_0561.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5352636099533504978" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zE5Iztv78mw/SkhiLEyggdI/AAAAAAAAAMs/mlY-3ryyYA8/s320/DSC_0561.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; authentic Bacolod chicken inasal :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zE5Iztv78mw/SkhiLirxIAI/AAAAAAAAAM8/IY0BHai2O4U/s1600-h/DSC_0607.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5352636107558297602" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zE5Iztv78mw/SkhiLirxIAI/AAAAAAAAAM8/IY0BHai2O4U/s320/DSC_0607.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Henry's favorite, puso ng manok :)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zE5Iztv78mw/SkhiLXxzeZI/AAAAAAAAAM0/3UaCuhn2aHU/s1600-h/DSC_0574.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5352636104630827410" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zE5Iztv78mw/SkhiLXxzeZI/AAAAAAAAAM0/3UaCuhn2aHU/s320/DSC_0574.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;gooood times :) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5352637150862416322" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zE5Iztv78mw/SkhjIRS2mcI/AAAAAAAAANE/q3C3njC5nUE/s320/DSC_0618.JPG" border="0" /&gt;21-inch pizzas to share :) &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zE5Iztv78mw/Skhnfe6C-uI/AAAAAAAAANc/XuHxlWwCp_s/s1600-h/DSC_0572.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5352641947699968738" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zE5Iztv78mw/Skhnfe6C-uI/AAAAAAAAANc/XuHxlWwCp_s/s320/DSC_0572.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;doses of laughter :) &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zE5Iztv78mw/SkhnfmK14ZI/AAAAAAAAANk/oysZgXxmdwo/s1600-h/DSC_0626.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5352641949649461650" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zE5Iztv78mw/SkhnfmK14ZI/AAAAAAAAANk/oysZgXxmdwo/s320/DSC_0626.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; strikingly dumb, but comical tour :) &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zE5Iztv78mw/Skhnfz2ZQpI/AAAAAAAAANs/lhKYcoa3Kp8/s1600-h/DSC_0639.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5352641953321796242" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zE5Iztv78mw/Skhnfz2ZQpI/AAAAAAAAANs/lhKYcoa3Kp8/s320/DSC_0639.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;BongBong's pasalubongs :) &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5352637158116673586" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zE5Iztv78mw/SkhjIsUZyDI/AAAAAAAAANM/ETL4HkDHpb0/s320/DSC_0666.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;All-in-all, it was FUN FUN FUN! :)) &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14131100-5808325989472998293?l=nonexistentego.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14131100/posts/default/5808325989472998293'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14131100/posts/default/5808325989472998293'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nonexistentego.blogspot.com/2009/06/city-of-smiles.html' title='City of Smiles'/><author><name>Hannah B. Reyno</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zE5Iztv78mw/SVby5UnGkWI/AAAAAAAAAJA/FcRFugsBLUE/S220/DSC_0087+(2).JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zE5Iztv78mw/SkhnfAjiM4I/AAAAAAAAANU/RHOc4_fPd9A/s72-c/DSC_0546.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14131100.post-4485246237834686160</id><published>2009-06-22T12:26:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-02T08:41:34.820+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Simut-Sarap!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;What to do, what to do? Let's cook! :D&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;My brothers and I can't seem to lay our mouths on &lt;em&gt;that&lt;/em&gt; equivalent flavor of pad Thai which we've tasted in Thailand, for that reason, my sister and I cooked! Ohhlala, first time and we perfected the recipe! Bwahahaha :D Swak na swak daw sabi nina Noie &amp;amp; Nins! :D&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;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;As for the bun ga xao, I prepared it the night before today and it was all devoured right then; however, my father is appealing to me with regards to making twofold of it on the grounds that he is craving for more, more, more! HAHAHA :D&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;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zE5Iztv78mw/Sj8MDegL5vI/AAAAAAAAAMk/WR2rm_cxwWQ/s1600-h/DSC_0502.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5350008136206640882" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zE5Iztv78mw/Sj8MDegL5vI/AAAAAAAAAMk/WR2rm_cxwWQ/s320/DSC_0502.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;em&gt;Pad Thai&lt;/em&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;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zE5Iztv78mw/Sj8MDETKnBI/AAAAAAAAAMc/tr74iw9RbDI/s1600-h/DSC_0511.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5350008129172708370" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zE5Iztv78mw/Sj8MDETKnBI/AAAAAAAAAMc/tr74iw9RbDI/s320/DSC_0511.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&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;em&gt;Bun Ga Xao &amp;amp; Nuoc Cham sauce&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14131100-4485246237834686160?l=nonexistentego.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14131100/posts/default/4485246237834686160'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14131100/posts/default/4485246237834686160'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nonexistentego.blogspot.com/2009/06/simut-sarap.html' title='Simut-Sarap!'/><author><name>Hannah B. Reyno</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zE5Iztv78mw/SVby5UnGkWI/AAAAAAAAAJA/FcRFugsBLUE/S220/DSC_0087+(2).JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zE5Iztv78mw/Sj8MDegL5vI/AAAAAAAAAMk/WR2rm_cxwWQ/s72-c/DSC_0502.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14131100.post-2835839897876753482</id><published>2009-06-19T21:33:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-19T21:38:08.983+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Tired, Sleepy &amp; Happy</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;Sweet dreams, everyone. Sweet dreams, you. Yes, you. :)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;“To all, to each, a fair good-night, And pleasing dreams, and slumbers light.” &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;-Sir Walter Scott&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14131100-2835839897876753482?l=nonexistentego.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14131100/posts/default/2835839897876753482'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14131100/posts/default/2835839897876753482'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nonexistentego.blogspot.com/2009/06/tired-sleepy.html' title='Tired, Sleepy &amp; Happy'/><author><name>Hannah B. Reyno</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zE5Iztv78mw/SVby5UnGkWI/AAAAAAAAAJA/FcRFugsBLUE/S220/DSC_0087+(2).JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14131100.post-8307915919681110888</id><published>2009-06-15T23:22:00.008+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-16T00:26:51.662+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Gotta Be Somebody</title><content type='html'>First time, I was driving under the influence of alcohol. It's a hazard, agreed, but I had to endeavor to evaluate my action or reaction given that circumstance. All I can say is, it's ELECTRIFYING! HAHAHA :D On my way home, I kept on oddly passing around another automobile, and another, and so on, as if I were leaving no stone unturned! Let me show you how. Tada, I drew it(see 1)! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5347575840865988514" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 219px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zE5Iztv78mw/SjZn5QRHL6I/AAAAAAAAAMU/6bmiF_r6UiM/s320/overtake.bmp" border="0" /&gt;What a shameful drawing, eh? Even supposing two is proper and one is unmannerly, it was gut-busting and I love it! It was akin to training and working on my agility with orange cones! HAHAHA :D However, once is enough and more than necessary.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's our first day tomorrow as 4th year student! Yey! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Summing up my summer vacation, I could definitely assert that I have lived it up! I had my own share of realizations, a profuse of it, and communiqués, even blow by blows and enthralling mishaps, such an intertwining scenes and affairs which presented itself, and now cut short. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Good bye summer love, till we meet again. :D&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14131100-8307915919681110888?l=nonexistentego.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14131100/posts/default/8307915919681110888'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14131100/posts/default/8307915919681110888'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nonexistentego.blogspot.com/2009/06/gotta-be-somebody.html' title='Gotta Be Somebody'/><author><name>Hannah B. Reyno</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zE5Iztv78mw/SVby5UnGkWI/AAAAAAAAAJA/FcRFugsBLUE/S220/DSC_0087+(2).JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zE5Iztv78mw/SjZn5QRHL6I/AAAAAAAAAMU/6bmiF_r6UiM/s72-c/overtake.bmp' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14131100.post-5770170312507859529</id><published>2009-06-02T08:30:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-02T08:31:33.072+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Secret</title><content type='html'>I feel overly ecstatic today! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Michael Beckwith says in The Secret: “You can begin right now to feel healthy. You can begin to feel prosperous. You can begin to feel the love that’s surrounding you, even if its not there and what will happen is &lt;strong&gt;the universe will correspond to the nature of your song. The universe will correspond to the nature of that inner feeling and manifest because that’s the way you feel.&lt;/strong&gt;”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bob Proctor says in The Secret: “See yourself living in abundance and you will attract it. It always works. &lt;strong&gt;It works every time, with every person.&lt;/strong&gt;"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Joe Vitale says in The Secret: “&lt;strong&gt;And the universe will start to rearrange itself to make it happen for you.&lt;/strong&gt; If you turn it over to the universe you will be surprised and dazzled by what is delivered to you. This is where magic and miracles happen.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That’s all there is to The Law of Attraction. &lt;strong&gt;Always expect your desires. Expect miracles.&lt;/strong&gt; All this takes is a little practice.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14131100-5770170312507859529?l=nonexistentego.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14131100/posts/default/5770170312507859529'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14131100/posts/default/5770170312507859529'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nonexistentego.blogspot.com/2009/06/secret_02.html' title='The Secret'/><author><name>Hannah B. Reyno</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zE5Iztv78mw/SVby5UnGkWI/AAAAAAAAAJA/FcRFugsBLUE/S220/DSC_0087+(2).JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14131100.post-4016504000089729086</id><published>2009-05-17T18:02:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-18T20:45:12.105+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm Happy Today!</title><content type='html'>I’ve triumphed over the temptation. It’s a great feeling; it’s like my character is too ingrained to be altered.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, for the first time, we are complete, as a family, travelling domestically. Yabang Pinoy! Ganda ng Pinas!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll add more pictures here soon. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bohol is AMAZING, while we consider Cebu to be satisfactory, and we're currently in Puerto Princesa, the always beautiful and mesmerizing Puerto Princesa! Hello El Nido in a few days! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5336799454138224370" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zE5Iztv78mw/ShAe0_VoTvI/AAAAAAAAAL8/DwEPozeyUoE/s320/DSC_1235.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zE5Iztv78mw/ShAf5a9MxyI/AAAAAAAAAME/ynp_kMNS1iw/s1600-h/DSC_1487.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5336800629783054114" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zE5Iztv78mw/ShAf5a9MxyI/AAAAAAAAAME/ynp_kMNS1iw/s320/DSC_1487.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zE5Iztv78mw/ShFYOaqthBI/AAAAAAAAAMM/krS12BJ_beE/s1600-h/DSC_0817.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5337144038110626834" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zE5Iztv78mw/ShFYOaqthBI/AAAAAAAAAMM/krS12BJ_beE/s320/DSC_0817.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14131100-4016504000089729086?l=nonexistentego.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14131100/posts/default/4016504000089729086'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14131100/posts/default/4016504000089729086'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nonexistentego.blogspot.com/2009/05/im-happy-today.html' title='I&apos;m Happy Today!'/><author><name>Hannah B. Reyno</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zE5Iztv78mw/SVby5UnGkWI/AAAAAAAAAJA/FcRFugsBLUE/S220/DSC_0087+(2).JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zE5Iztv78mw/ShAe0_VoTvI/AAAAAAAAAL8/DwEPozeyUoE/s72-c/DSC_1235.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14131100.post-8097392786804836587</id><published>2009-05-11T00:38:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-11T00:46:16.959+08:00</updated><title type='text'>BABY'S BABIES!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zE5Iztv78mw/SgcEVSIYv6I/AAAAAAAAAL0/SAv_zirlVic/s1600-h/DSC_0594.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5334237047334420386" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zE5Iztv78mw/SgcEVSIYv6I/AAAAAAAAAL0/SAv_zirlVic/s320/DSC_0594.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5334236873231091522" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zE5Iztv78mw/SgcELJi6x0I/AAAAAAAAALs/f_Kt3BpJZDI/s320/DSC_0615.JPG" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zE5Iztv78mw/SgcEK1DKsiI/AAAAAAAAALk/X5d6dlciK7c/s1600-h/DSC_0618.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5334236867729207842" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zE5Iztv78mw/SgcEK1DKsiI/AAAAAAAAALk/X5d6dlciK7c/s320/DSC_0618.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zE5Iztv78mw/SgcEKjgkscI/AAAAAAAAALc/BHpPeSWBPt0/s1600-h/DSC_0638.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 209px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5334236863020708290" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zE5Iztv78mw/SgcEKjgkscI/AAAAAAAAALc/BHpPeSWBPt0/s320/DSC_0638.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5334236859170546546" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zE5Iztv78mw/SgcEKVKn43I/AAAAAAAAALU/BcOOvqpxdvM/s320/DSC_0649.JPG" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zE5Iztv78mw/SgcEKMLnZ0I/AAAAAAAAALM/a8pC7zV-VDs/s1600-h/DSC_0720.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5334236856758789954" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zE5Iztv78mw/SgcEKMLnZ0I/AAAAAAAAALM/a8pC7zV-VDs/s320/DSC_0720.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14131100-8097392786804836587?l=nonexistentego.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14131100/posts/default/8097392786804836587'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14131100/posts/default/8097392786804836587'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nonexistentego.blogspot.com/2009/05/babys-babies.html' title='BABY&apos;S BABIES!'/><author><name>Hannah B. Reyno</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zE5Iztv78mw/SVby5UnGkWI/AAAAAAAAAJA/FcRFugsBLUE/S220/DSC_0087+(2).JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zE5Iztv78mw/SgcEVSIYv6I/AAAAAAAAAL0/SAv_zirlVic/s72-c/DSC_0594.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14131100.post-1117760338568475607</id><published>2009-05-10T17:23:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-10T17:48:42.232+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Temptation</title><content type='html'>I was introduced to an acquaintance. She’s doing it, and I've been there. Personally, I consider it wrong and it's best steered clear of. If not for its elation that it endowed me with, I wouldn’t be incited to desire it yet all over again. I have certainty of the right decision, but just by seeing it executed in my mind’s eye, I feel ecstatically weak. Clock is ticking, and I’m still and all irresolute if I’ll consent to her invitation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is a test of strength of character, and I hope to struggle appropriately against this appealing circumstance.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14131100-1117760338568475607?l=nonexistentego.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14131100/posts/default/1117760338568475607'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14131100/posts/default/1117760338568475607'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nonexistentego.blogspot.com/2009/05/temptation.html' title='Temptation'/><author><name>Hannah B. Reyno</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zE5Iztv78mw/SVby5UnGkWI/AAAAAAAAAJA/FcRFugsBLUE/S220/DSC_0087+(2).JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14131100.post-6130383450240892425</id><published>2009-04-24T15:11:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-25T15:21:23.193+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Puppies</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;My baby has babies! It’s emotionally overpowering considering she’s my object of affection. It’s a little bit heartrending besides. Instead of running towards me, she would pay attention to her puppies. Oh well, I’m extremely proud at some point, I grasp on how it’s like in taking pride of one’s child.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Anyway, she has three cream puppies. Kuya Yeyeh, my brother who’s a vet, said that even with two blue chows, it’s not conforming to the expected pattern for them to produce blue young. It takes three generations for a further blue one.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zE5Iztv78mw/SfK4p_M6wOI/AAAAAAAAAK8/M7oE74qAQ_k/s1600-h/DSC_0611.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5328524340612481250" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zE5Iztv78mw/SfK4p_M6wOI/AAAAAAAAAK8/M7oE74qAQ_k/s320/DSC_0611.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zE5Iztv78mw/SfK4qAP1h_I/AAAAAAAAALE/XmrP0hXENN8/s1600-h/DSC_0616.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5328524340893157362" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zE5Iztv78mw/SfK4qAP1h_I/AAAAAAAAALE/XmrP0hXENN8/s320/DSC_0616.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14131100-6130383450240892425?l=nonexistentego.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14131100/posts/default/6130383450240892425'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14131100/posts/default/6130383450240892425'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nonexistentego.blogspot.com/2009/04/puppies.html' title='Puppies'/><author><name>Hannah B. Reyno</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zE5Iztv78mw/SVby5UnGkWI/AAAAAAAAAJA/FcRFugsBLUE/S220/DSC_0087+(2).JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zE5Iztv78mw/SfK4p_M6wOI/AAAAAAAAAK8/M7oE74qAQ_k/s72-c/DSC_0611.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14131100.post-3408034845516508233</id><published>2009-04-04T14:15:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-06T22:38:49.738+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Philadelphia New York Cheesecake</title><content type='html'>Just sharing a cheesecake recipe by Philadelphia! You'll never go wrong with this one. It's simply and sinfully perfect. :))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zE5Iztv78mw/Sdb-e-2lupI/AAAAAAAAAK0/Gg4wi0xpkJc/s1600-h/PHILADELPHIA_Classic_New_York_Cheesecake.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 307px; height: 204px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zE5Iztv78mw/Sdb-e-2lupI/AAAAAAAAAK0/Gg4wi0xpkJc/s320/PHILADELPHIA_Classic_New_York_Cheesecake.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5320719818006313618" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;INGREDIENTS&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; * 1 1/4 cups HONEY MAID Graham Cracker Crumbs&lt;br /&gt; * 1/4 cup butter, melted&lt;br /&gt; * 5 (250 g) packages PHILADELPHIA Brick Cream Cheese, softened&lt;br /&gt; * 1 cup sugar&lt;br /&gt; * 3 tablespoons flour&lt;br /&gt; * 1 tablespoon vanilla&lt;br /&gt; * 1 cup sour cream&lt;br /&gt; * 4 eggs&lt;br /&gt; * 1 (19 ounce) can cherry/blueberry pie filling&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;DIRECTIONS&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HEAT oven to 325°F.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MIX crumbs and butter; press onto bottom of 13x9-inch pan. Bake 10 min.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MEANWHILE, beat cream cheese, 1 cup sugar, flour and vanilla with mixer until well blended. Add sour cream; mix well. Add eggs, 1 at a time, mixing on low speed after each just until blended. Pour over crust.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BAKE 40 min. or until center is almost set. Cool completely. Refrigerate 4 hours. Top with pie filling.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14131100-3408034845516508233?l=nonexistentego.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14131100/posts/default/3408034845516508233'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14131100/posts/default/3408034845516508233'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nonexistentego.blogspot.com/2009/04/philadelphia-new-york-cheesecake.html' title='Philadelphia New York Cheesecake'/><author><name>Hannah B. Reyno</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zE5Iztv78mw/SVby5UnGkWI/AAAAAAAAAJA/FcRFugsBLUE/S220/DSC_0087+(2).JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zE5Iztv78mw/Sdb-e-2lupI/AAAAAAAAAK0/Gg4wi0xpkJc/s72-c/PHILADELPHIA_Classic_New_York_Cheesecake.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14131100.post-8186747044677514719</id><published>2009-04-02T23:29:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-03T12:34:36.161+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Minus One</title><content type='html'>Last night, Mami Juliet breathed her last breath. A motorbike’s side mirror hit her subtle, beautiful face. Thus far, I can’t accept it as factual. She is the most powerful woman I recognize in terms of physical strength. Besides her age of 70, she’s beyond doubt on top! She is able to lift 45 pounds smoothly and effortlessly. Having the craziest expression of amusement, she acts upon as an entertainer to her crowd. It interests me to see her on a daily basis, since she provides me my dosage of mirth and wisdom, while we gorge our much loved Hong Kong noodles.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I intend to go on with this soon after. It’s deeply distressing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zE5Iztv78mw/SdWRPZtSh0I/AAAAAAAAAKs/P4seDRuK0Fg/s1600-h/DSC-1317.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zE5Iztv78mw/SdWRPZtSh0I/AAAAAAAAAKs/P4seDRuK0Fg/s320/DSC-1317.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5320318228593018690" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14131100-8186747044677514719?l=nonexistentego.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14131100/posts/default/8186747044677514719'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14131100/posts/default/8186747044677514719'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nonexistentego.blogspot.com/2009/04/minus-one.html' title='Minus One'/><author><name>Hannah B. Reyno</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zE5Iztv78mw/SVby5UnGkWI/AAAAAAAAAJA/FcRFugsBLUE/S220/DSC_0087+(2).JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zE5Iztv78mw/SdWRPZtSh0I/AAAAAAAAAKs/P4seDRuK0Fg/s72-c/DSC-1317.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14131100.post-6880455549718793004</id><published>2009-03-31T00:09:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-31T00:27:33.024+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Little Strangers</title><content type='html'>They were moving around agitatedly up to a time their whole attention were taken up by my brothers who were playing Tekken. In spite of that fact, I suppose they were more intrigued with my camera given that they started raising the corners of their mouths in front of me. HAHAHAHA :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cute, sweaty and innocent-looking kids :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zE5Iztv78mw/SdDw4f3ch7I/AAAAAAAAAKk/1ubug8zBCoM/s1600-h/DSC_4274.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zE5Iztv78mw/SdDw4f3ch7I/AAAAAAAAAKk/1ubug8zBCoM/s320/DSC_4274.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5319016013341951922" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zE5Iztv78mw/SdDw4IdhUGI/AAAAAAAAAKc/wlNXYvRFmjY/s1600-h/DSC_4273.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zE5Iztv78mw/SdDw4IdhUGI/AAAAAAAAAKc/wlNXYvRFmjY/s320/DSC_4273.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5319016007059198050" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14131100-6880455549718793004?l=nonexistentego.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14131100/posts/default/6880455549718793004'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14131100/posts/default/6880455549718793004'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nonexistentego.blogspot.com/2009/03/little-strangers.html' title='Little Strangers'/><author><name>Hannah B. Reyno</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zE5Iztv78mw/SVby5UnGkWI/AAAAAAAAAJA/FcRFugsBLUE/S220/DSC_0087+(2).JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zE5Iztv78mw/SdDw4f3ch7I/AAAAAAAAAKk/1ubug8zBCoM/s72-c/DSC_4274.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14131100.post-5285101178966230874</id><published>2009-03-30T00:14:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-30T01:13:33.440+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Jeers, Cheers and Beers</title><content type='html'>Third post free from breaks, and I’m yet bursting with oomph! Ooh lala, energy! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Unbelievably, I’m steering clear of a lot of these jeers, cheers and beers. I’m starting up a small business, and I necessitate all the riches I could gather round. Consumers are in close proximity and hanging around, and I’m here, quite behind, a little out of my mind. To where could I get money, I’m restricted of funding! Oh well, jeers, cheers and beers, they all get better when I establish myself to earn. HAHAHA :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I refuse to waste away, and yes to gimmicks without pay! So friends, kung miss niyo ako, libre, libre, libre! FREE ME! HAHAHA Okay, it’s intended to be grammatically mistaken. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Out of the topic, I’ll share what I’m currently longing. This cheesecake is not the light and fluffy style. Its texture is dense and its flavour full, but not as dense and full as Burgoo's. Nevertheless, YUMMY! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zE5Iztv78mw/Sc-qUXCWcQI/AAAAAAAAAKU/GMdVNaCtGps/s1600-h/DSC_2668.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zE5Iztv78mw/Sc-qUXCWcQI/AAAAAAAAAKU/GMdVNaCtGps/s320/DSC_2668.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5318656951705825538" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14131100-5285101178966230874?l=nonexistentego.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14131100/posts/default/5285101178966230874'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14131100/posts/default/5285101178966230874'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nonexistentego.blogspot.com/2009/03/jeers-cheers-and-beers.html' title='Jeers, Cheers and Beers'/><author><name>Hannah B. Reyno</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zE5Iztv78mw/SVby5UnGkWI/AAAAAAAAAJA/FcRFugsBLUE/S220/DSC_0087+(2).JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zE5Iztv78mw/Sc-qUXCWcQI/AAAAAAAAAKU/GMdVNaCtGps/s72-c/DSC_2668.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14131100.post-1741879308126829538</id><published>2009-03-29T23:40:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-30T00:25:16.057+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Jump for Joy</title><content type='html'>My father and sister dear are at Los Angeles since the 19th, and I miss them. I miss them, but if truth be told, I don’t. Labo! HAHAHA :D Every so often, when I liven up from snoozes, I find myself chattering to my sister and afterward becoming conscious that she’s not even on her bed. I lack clear knowledge and definite stand whether I miss them or not. Conceivably, I’m merely being resentful, bearing in mind that they’re living at home away from home. I wish to travel now. Okay, I’m being futile here. HAHAHA :D But hey, maybe I do miss them. Yihee! Sister dear, if in case you’ve got a period devoted to reading this, well, you’re familiar with what I hunger most, a backpack for backpacking! HAHAHA :D Weeeeh! Remember, size S for my torso, should be lightweight, has an internal frame, 2500-5000 cubic inches of cargo space, heaps of backcountry features, and colored brightly! I fancy bright and happy colors! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Speaking of, I’m very much jumpy and keyed up! On my birthday, I’ll go to Thailand with two of my younger brothers, Noie &amp;amp; Nins, 14 and turning 13 on the 2nd, respectively! Yehey! Albeit I can cajole them to backpack the bordering countries, I won’t risk exposing them to the statistical odds of danger. Nevertheless, this trip will be all gooood! Wuhoo, jump for joy! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jumping, being carefree, lighthearted and happy-go-lucky! It’s not only for kids, but for kids at heart in addition! Isn’t it a great deal of fun in this world with a great deal of love? Yey! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I took a picture of the street lights in Manila, and tada, there's a heart! Love love, all around, there's love love. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zE5Iztv78mw/Sc-gb7UUgII/AAAAAAAAAKM/dst54tLUdzk/s1600-h/DSC_2631.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zE5Iztv78mw/Sc-gb7UUgII/AAAAAAAAAKM/dst54tLUdzk/s320/DSC_2631.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5318646086587678850" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14131100-1741879308126829538?l=nonexistentego.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14131100/posts/default/1741879308126829538'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14131100/posts/default/1741879308126829538'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nonexistentego.blogspot.com/2009/03/jump-for-joy.html' title='Jump for Joy'/><author><name>Hannah B. Reyno</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zE5Iztv78mw/SVby5UnGkWI/AAAAAAAAAJA/FcRFugsBLUE/S220/DSC_0087+(2).JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zE5Iztv78mw/Sc-gb7UUgII/AAAAAAAAAKM/dst54tLUdzk/s72-c/DSC_2631.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14131100.post-1319058597872121735</id><published>2009-03-29T23:05:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-30T11:32:04.709+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I Vote Earth!</title><content type='html'>Citizens of the world were asked for an hour-long power-down as an action to global warming. Well, I believe Philippines’ campaign did remarkably great. Ten million Filipinos played a part, yo! That’s a grand number, taking into consideration there are ninety million heads, and making an allowance for those who are uncovered with energy. It was enchanting to see people from all walks of life come together, and light a candle. Even if it was for a modest point in time, I sensed the Christmas spirit, or perhaps, Earth spirit. It was an incredibly genial feeling, characterized by those light-emitting candles. Although I was graced as an attendant at a debut along with my mother, and Sofitel didn’t take part in, when I directed my eyes outside, there were hardly any light. Indeed, it was a purposeful darkness. MOA showed full support to boot. I heard they had a ceremony and some candlelight acts. What an amorous way of celebrating Earth. My little brothers back home turned their lights off as well for awareness’ sake! Oh yeah, starry starry night, Filipinos shared good times by candlelight. :))&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14131100-1319058597872121735?l=nonexistentego.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14131100/posts/default/1319058597872121735'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14131100/posts/default/1319058597872121735'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nonexistentego.blogspot.com/2009/03/i-vote-earth.html' title='I Vote Earth!'/><author><name>Hannah B. Reyno</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zE5Iztv78mw/SVby5UnGkWI/AAAAAAAAAJA/FcRFugsBLUE/S220/DSC_0087+(2).JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14131100.post-3190396448135715679</id><published>2009-03-09T16:13:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-09T16:22:30.540+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Bike and Dive</title><content type='html'>It’s very pleasing, when people of the identical enthusiasm convene, they tie like a knot. They effortlessly make friends with. No delays. You sit alongside, and boom! No buts. Age doesn’t carry some weight. Old ones and young ones occur with one accord. No subtle differences. They behave toward you as if with even balance.  It’s a unique sort of link that binds. You hear their active involvement and exposure, they hear yours, and you both gain knowledge of.  Everything else doesn’t matter. You just take pleasure in your passion with their company. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Indeed, God sheltered the humanity with an incredible beauty. :))&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14131100-3190396448135715679?l=nonexistentego.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14131100/posts/default/3190396448135715679'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14131100/posts/default/3190396448135715679'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nonexistentego.blogspot.com/2009/03/bike-and-dive.html' title='Bike and Dive'/><author><name>Hannah B. Reyno</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zE5Iztv78mw/SVby5UnGkWI/AAAAAAAAAJA/FcRFugsBLUE/S220/DSC_0087+(2).JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14131100.post-6263140752428516368</id><published>2009-03-07T22:44:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-09T16:24:21.996+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Beautiful Eyes</title><content type='html'>*Mapapatingin ka nga ba kapag ang isang tao ay nakatingin sa'yo?&lt;br /&gt;*Kapag nahuli mong nakatitig sa'yo ang isang tao, bigla-bigla ka bang titingin sa ibang direksyon, o tititigan mo siya pabalik?&lt;br /&gt;*Siya nga lang ba talaga nakikita mo kahit kasama mo ibang tao?&lt;br /&gt;*Nakatutunaw nga ba ang isang tingin?&lt;br /&gt;*May kinalaman ba ang mga nakikita mo sa napapanaginipan mo?&lt;br /&gt;*Sa mga mata nga ba makikita ang tunay na nararamdaman ng isang tao?&lt;br /&gt;*Bawat kislap ba nito ay nagpapahiwatig ng pagkaligalig, at sa bawat luha ng hinanakit?&lt;br /&gt;*Napipigilan ba ang pagluha?&lt;br /&gt;*Kung oo, hanggang kailan mo kayang pigilan ito?&lt;br /&gt;*Sapat na ba ang isang malalim na tingin na tagos sa puso at may tama sa kaluluwa upang mahulog sa isang tao?&lt;br /&gt;*Maaari bang makipagtalik gamit ang mga mata?&lt;br /&gt;*Siya nga bang bulag ang pag-ibig?&lt;br /&gt;*Sabi ng mga guro, "Makuha ka sa isang tingin!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAHAHAHA Sabaw! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sa totoo lang, ang gusto ko lang i-blog ay...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Delikado tingnan ang isang tao, nakakaadik.&lt;/strong&gt; Lalo na kapag masaya siya, sarap pagmasdan. Shitty, stalker. HAHAHA :D&lt;br /&gt;Yan lang naman talaga, pero kung anu-ano pa nasabi ko. HAHAHA :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So yeah, I've been watching you from the corner of my eye. :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14131100-6263140752428516368?l=nonexistentego.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14131100/posts/default/6263140752428516368'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14131100/posts/default/6263140752428516368'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nonexistentego.blogspot.com/2009/03/beautiful-eyes.html' title='Beautiful Eyes'/><author><name>Hannah B. Reyno</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zE5Iztv78mw/SVby5UnGkWI/AAAAAAAAAJA/FcRFugsBLUE/S220/DSC_0087+(2).JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14131100.post-789896321238653885</id><published>2009-03-04T10:09:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-04T10:29:20.235+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Smooth Morning</title><content type='html'>Have you looked up this morning?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You should have. The sky took in the sight as if it was a rippling sand dunes, or a turquoise water agitated by the gentle breeze. It flowed light as it rises and falls. Oh, with its graceful continuity, it was promising! :))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was undifferentiated to &lt;a href="http://flickr.com/photos/minaco375/3008235554/"&gt;this&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14131100-789896321238653885?l=nonexistentego.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14131100/posts/default/789896321238653885'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14131100/posts/default/789896321238653885'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nonexistentego.blogspot.com/2009/03/smooth-morning.html' title='Smooth Morning'/><author><name>Hannah B. Reyno</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zE5Iztv78mw/SVby5UnGkWI/AAAAAAAAAJA/FcRFugsBLUE/S220/DSC_0087+(2).JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14131100.post-3229711358028493370</id><published>2009-03-02T01:31:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-02T01:50:28.040+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Chinchilla</title><content type='html'>It's past 1:30a.m., and I can't fall asleep. I can't prevent a disturbing thought of chinchilla from entering my mind. It's charming, in its own way. It was just in the past few minutes when I found myself adoring their dense, soft and beautiful beautiful fur. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why do I feel belatedly? It was a couple of years back since I first and last perceived and stroked a chinchilla. HAHAHA :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I WANT ONE, ONE PAIR PLEASE! :P&lt;br /&gt;I suppose &lt;a href="http://migsybuks.multiply.com/photos/album/58/chincheeeesssse"&gt;he's the lone owner/vendor&lt;/a&gt; of chinchillas in the Philippines.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have an aversion to rodents, save for the change of my heart at this moment. It's oh so charming once you lay a hand on it. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zE5Iztv78mw/SarAWIsyyII/AAAAAAAAAKE/SGWDDDQch5o/s1600-h/SANY0022.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zE5Iztv78mw/SarAWIsyyII/AAAAAAAAAKE/SGWDDDQch5o/s320/SANY0022.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5308266597334567042" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;my host in Waikiki&lt;/span&gt; and her pet&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zE5Iztv78mw/SarAV9ncP0I/AAAAAAAAAJ8/CyNdndZhP3Y/s1600-h/SANY1404.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zE5Iztv78mw/SarAV9ncP0I/AAAAAAAAAJ8/CyNdndZhP3Y/s320/SANY1404.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5308266594359328578" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14131100-3229711358028493370?l=nonexistentego.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14131100/posts/default/3229711358028493370'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14131100/posts/default/3229711358028493370'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nonexistentego.blogspot.com/2009/03/chinchilla.html' title='Chinchilla'/><author><name>Hannah B. Reyno</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zE5Iztv78mw/SVby5UnGkWI/AAAAAAAAAJA/FcRFugsBLUE/S220/DSC_0087+(2).JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zE5Iztv78mw/SarAWIsyyII/AAAAAAAAAKE/SGWDDDQch5o/s72-c/SANY0022.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14131100.post-3949651908653231201</id><published>2009-02-02T11:32:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-04-20T20:52:47.932+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Game Over</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;A LOT occurred within past weeks; I just failed to keep those in memory. Gooood things and bad ones, I’m unable to bring to light. All I have down pat are:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;1. The Curious Case of Benjamin Button – OOHLALA! If you loved The Notebook, you’ll love this much much moooore! It’s soul-filling. :))&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;2. SEXBEES – Last Saturday was sheer harmony with 3CEA girls, my new loves. :))&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;3. LEG OF LAMB – Oh gosh, rapture! :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;4. Game is over.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14131100-3949651908653231201?l=nonexistentego.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14131100/posts/default/3949651908653231201'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14131100/posts/default/3949651908653231201'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nonexistentego.blogspot.com/2009/02/game-over.html' title='Game Over'/><author><name>Hannah B. Reyno</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zE5Iztv78mw/SVby5UnGkWI/AAAAAAAAAJA/FcRFugsBLUE/S220/DSC_0087+(2).JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14131100.post-1595984550741488976</id><published>2009-01-11T23:38:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-11T23:43:52.153+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Check!</title><content type='html'>This one's from &lt;a href="http://www.blogger.com/pbux.multiply.com"&gt;PatBu&lt;/a&gt;. Woah, noh? :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Unexpectedly you came. Indifferent and clueless but you had the aura of complexity. I didn’t bother to recognize the beauty that was innate in you for it was just one of those senseless conversations for me. We were both minding our own pointless existence. As the witty exchange of words drew us together, it suddenly occurred to me that this was different. You were different. I instantly noticed how amazingly smart you were. That and more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was the black pawn. You were the white knight. We were always on the same board but we never had our squares aligned. While I was busy protecting, shielding my own realm, you were having your own share of victorious moments. I took my steps one square at a time, constantly being aware of the threat that haunted me for years. Your valor radiated from within while your horse galloped. Your mere presence was too overwhelming for me not to notice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You were my metaphor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your vagueness was intriguing me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For some strange reason it was as if I understood every crap you’ve been telling me. I just refused to acknowledge the fact that they were affecting me this much. I was trying desperately hard to resist being dragged any further into this but the scent of paranoia that once lingered in my whole being seemed to have faded.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It had its toll.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You had me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We both knew that we could not justify the mediocrity of it all. You once told me that caring for someone over SMS was hypocrisy. Still you said you meant those words that you blurted out that one midnight when I was about to hit the sack. How ironic. I had doubts about its sincerity, though. I told you that. You didn’t argue. You just understood.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was confused that’s why I just had to draw the line. I didn’t want to hold on to something that was not even there. You assured me that it was there, constantly hovering over my open palm. Somehow I just couldn’t grasp it. Maybe because I was just trying hard to get a grip of it for I feared that it might go away. I realized that I wasn’t letting it have a chance to calmly rest on my palm. I know you were just taking your time. You’ve been doing that from the start. You would never know how much I appreciated you for that. You were just probably as scared as I was. Not even half I bet, for now you have everything to lose.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I’m nearing the end of the chessboard. Soon I’ll be transformed into a queen. I don’t know how to rule. This whole sense of sovereignty and royalty is far too profound for me to comprehend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Give me reasons to trust you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tell me you’ll guard me with all your heart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tell me you’ll erase the fear that I’ve been having of falling in love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Assure me that you’re the one I’ve been longing for and I’ll forever be yours.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Check! Your move...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14131100-1595984550741488976?l=nonexistentego.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14131100/posts/default/1595984550741488976'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14131100/posts/default/1595984550741488976'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nonexistentego.blogspot.com/2009/01/check.html' title='Check!'/><author><name>Hannah B. Reyno</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zE5Iztv78mw/SVby5UnGkWI/AAAAAAAAAJA/FcRFugsBLUE/S220/DSC_0087+(2).JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14131100.post-5618416445858967087</id><published>2009-01-05T23:48:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-06T09:23:18.934+08:00</updated><title type='text'>HAPPY NEW YEAR</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;This new year, I’m feeling new, as if I had slept and had just awakened - a new woman with a new mind and a new soul -. HAHAHAHA SHITTY. May ganon? But really, I'm feeling unlike somebody who I was for the years past. It's bettah bettah! :D&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;I LOVE SIXTREME! :D&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zE5Iztv78mw/SWIuVntn0WI/AAAAAAAAAJY/glRX9PmDm3o/s1600-h/sixtremefull.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5287839861458850146" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: pointer; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zE5Iztv78mw/SWIuVntn0WI/AAAAAAAAAJY/glRX9PmDm3o/s320/sixtremefull.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Nikko made this. Cooool, noh?&lt;br /&gt;That's merely a quarter of Sixtreme. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Umalis na yung iba eh, yung iba weren't able to make it. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center" align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;So yeah, nothing compares.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14131100-5618416445858967087?l=nonexistentego.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14131100/posts/default/5618416445858967087'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14131100/posts/default/5618416445858967087'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nonexistentego.blogspot.com/2009/01/happy-new-year.html' title='HAPPY NEW YEAR'/><author><name>Hannah B. Reyno</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zE5Iztv78mw/SVby5UnGkWI/AAAAAAAAAJA/FcRFugsBLUE/S220/DSC_0087+(2).JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zE5Iztv78mw/SWIuVntn0WI/AAAAAAAAAJY/glRX9PmDm3o/s72-c/sixtremefull.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14131100.post-4777594132567955206</id><published>2008-12-30T01:36:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2011-04-14T23:20:09.666+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sapul</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;“There are some things in life that are just not worth rushing, especially something that you wish would last a lifetime,” my slightly drunk friend said.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;“It does apply to certain state of affairs.”&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;“In your case, it does.”&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;“&lt;em&gt;Ows, hindi nga? Lul, dami mong alam!&lt;/em&gt; HAHAHAHA!”&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;While Wait For You by Yamin was playing in the background, deep-seated edginess stirred within me. I’m dreadfully eager to become extremely affluent without more ado, and am unwilling to linger. Yes, this is with regard to money, yo! &lt;em&gt;Yayaman ako nang sobra-sobra! Arogante bang pakinggan? Well, mayabang talaga ko.&lt;/em&gt; HAHAHA :D&lt;em&gt; Pera lang pinag-uusapan namin niyan, pero may rushing and last a lifetime siyang nalalaman! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;However, come to think of it, what she said was spot on, accurate, right and true! &lt;em&gt;Sapul&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Okay, back to money! I’m not knowledgeable as to what brought about these exaggerated fostering feelings of personal worth. Conceivably, I’m just high-spirited in a candid way!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;On a lighter note, I choose to believe! Believe you can, believe you can’t. Either way, you will be right!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Oh, money makes the world go round round, baby! :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Quite the reverse, here’s a thought-provoking quote from Inez: “Everyone says love hurts but that's not true. Loneliness hurts. Rejection hurts. Losing someone hurts. Jealousy hurts. Everyone gets these things confused with love. But in reality, love is the only thing that covers up all the pain and makes someone feel wonderful again. Love is the only thing in this world that doesn't hurt.”&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Yeah, love makes the world go round round, baby! :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14131100-4777594132567955206?l=nonexistentego.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14131100/posts/default/4777594132567955206'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14131100/posts/default/4777594132567955206'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nonexistentego.blogspot.com/2008/12/sapul.html' title='Sapul'/><author><name>Hannah B. Reyno</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zE5Iztv78mw/SVby5UnGkWI/AAAAAAAAAJA/FcRFugsBLUE/S220/DSC_0087+(2).JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14131100.post-8178292727885530720</id><published>2008-12-21T17:54:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2011-04-14T23:20:20.456+08:00</updated><title type='text'>On Selflessness</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Selflessness is putting other people’s interests before your own. Its core and reason are pure and divine, noble and dignified; thus, it is a characteristic worthy of honour and credit.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;However, at the same time as I drove myself back home, I became wide awake that my being selfless encumbers me from attaining joy from a particular underlying essential idea. Okay, my situation is I’m ready to voluntarily forsake &lt;em&gt;it&lt;/em&gt; for a friend’s contentment. I’m not capable of comprehending why my willingness to sacrifice &lt;em&gt;it&lt;/em&gt; outdoes me when in actual fact &lt;em&gt;it&lt;/em&gt; is the lone thing I desire.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Selflessness should be gratifying and flattering, not ungainly and off-putting.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14131100-8178292727885530720?l=nonexistentego.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14131100/posts/default/8178292727885530720'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14131100/posts/default/8178292727885530720'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nonexistentego.blogspot.com/2008/12/on-selflessness.html' title='On Selflessness'/><author><name>Hannah B. Reyno</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zE5Iztv78mw/SVby5UnGkWI/AAAAAAAAAJA/FcRFugsBLUE/S220/DSC_0087+(2).JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14131100.post-903503935410809358</id><published>2008-12-20T20:55:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-04-14T23:20:32.855+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Guilty</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;That’s what I am right at this time. I haven’t mentioned sorry thus far. I’m considering a truly entertaining means to show them I’m contrite. Dinner, maybe? You see, I was unable to locate my way back to Ruth, Dets &amp;amp; Aika past I rummaged around for a good food booth during Paskuhan. I swear to angels and demons that I was miserably struggling to phone them for fifteen minutes or so, on the contrary, network’s traffic was that dire in UST. While struggling, I caught sight of Franz and Joyce, who in that case coursed me to our block’s field spot. Having a good time, I failed to remember that some friends were killing time waiting for me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I deserve condemnation, save for my hope goes to you guys still loving me. I’m truly apologetic. Sorry na, please? Dine with me? My treat! :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5281855283096815490" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zE5Iztv78mw/SUzrZUABh4I/AAAAAAAAAI4/uANvzs5uzro/s320/IMG-1131.JPG" style="cursor: hand; display: block; height: 240px; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; width: 320px;" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14131100-903503935410809358?l=nonexistentego.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14131100/posts/default/903503935410809358'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14131100/posts/default/903503935410809358'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nonexistentego.blogspot.com/2008/12/guilty.html' title='Guilty'/><author><name>Hannah B. Reyno</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zE5Iztv78mw/SVby5UnGkWI/AAAAAAAAAJA/FcRFugsBLUE/S220/DSC_0087+(2).JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zE5Iztv78mw/SUzrZUABh4I/AAAAAAAAAI4/uANvzs5uzro/s72-c/IMG-1131.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14131100.post-3419332213028946993</id><published>2008-12-20T15:47:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2011-04-14T23:20:45.147+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Blissful</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Believe you can, and you will be! :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;***&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I’m pleased that he deliberately deceived one and all that it was someone else. If I did not confront him the night previous to, he would be glaringly embarrassed and ill at ease with my impolite refusal. Let’s leave it that better way.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;***&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Last night I've discovered that if one remains bigoted and narrow-minded, other else’s views would be refused, minds wouldn’t meet, disagreements and disputes would bring into existence. It pins down to others’ individuality. Instead of making possibilities, impossibilities generate. Nothing grows with this sort of outlook. Thus, when dealt with a personality without the natural urge to understand, keep quiet.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;***&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Cold, stars, gifts, CHRISTMAS SPIRIT!!! :D I love Christmas day more than my birthday! :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;***&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;I LOVE MY BLOCKMATES!!! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5281784553432695138" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zE5Iztv78mw/SUyrETeAQWI/AAAAAAAAAIY/fWBVgJ3ZP4I/s320/DSC_1209.JPG" style="cursor: hand; display: block; height: 213px; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; width: 320px;" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zE5Iztv78mw/SUyq44tdOFI/AAAAAAAAAIQ/tjQuFaLkWsA/s1600-h/DSC_1211.JPG"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5281784357271189586" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zE5Iztv78mw/SUyq44tdOFI/AAAAAAAAAIQ/tjQuFaLkWsA/s320/DSC_1211.JPG" style="cursor: hand; display: block; height: 214px; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; width: 320px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zE5Iztv78mw/SUyry0-xzqI/AAAAAAAAAIg/da8rVAXG5Hk/s1600-h/DSC_1022.JPG"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5281785352702512802" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zE5Iztv78mw/SUyry0-xzqI/AAAAAAAAAIg/da8rVAXG5Hk/s320/DSC_1022.JPG" style="cursor: hand; display: block; height: 214px; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; width: 320px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zE5Iztv78mw/SUyrzKY8HMI/AAAAAAAAAIw/BH-sFe92wqw/s1600-h/DSC_1127.JPG"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5281785358449384642" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zE5Iztv78mw/SUyrzKY8HMI/AAAAAAAAAIw/BH-sFe92wqw/s320/DSC_1127.JPG" style="cursor: hand; display: block; height: 214px; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; width: 320px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zE5Iztv78mw/SUyryw73iQI/AAAAAAAAAIo/coIF33L2FDA/s1600-h/DSC_1203.JPG"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5281785351616563458" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zE5Iztv78mw/SUyryw73iQI/AAAAAAAAAIo/coIF33L2FDA/s320/DSC_1203.JPG" style="cursor: hand; display: block; height: 213px; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; width: 320px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14131100-3419332213028946993?l=nonexistentego.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14131100/posts/default/3419332213028946993'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14131100/posts/default/3419332213028946993'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nonexistentego.blogspot.com/2008/12/blissful.html' title='Blissful'/><author><name>Hannah B. Reyno</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zE5Iztv78mw/SVby5UnGkWI/AAAAAAAAAJA/FcRFugsBLUE/S220/DSC_0087+(2).JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zE5Iztv78mw/SUyrETeAQWI/AAAAAAAAAIY/fWBVgJ3ZP4I/s72-c/DSC_1209.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14131100.post-1127364762777300093</id><published>2008-12-12T11:16:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-04-14T23:18:26.163+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Nalilito</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;May hinihintay ka at desperado ka. Biglang isang araw may dumating na panibago. Lalasapin mo ba ang pagkakataon, o patuloy kang mag-aantay sa pinakaaasam mong kakulangan sa iyong buhay? Isusubo mo ba ang panibago na wala namang tiyak na kaluguran, o ipagbabakasakali mo na maghintay pa sa panahon na walang napipintong kasiguraduhan?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a class="cssButton" href="javascript:void(0)" id="publishButton" onclick="if (this.className.indexOf(&amp;quot;ubtn-disabled&amp;quot;) == -1) {var e = document['stuffform'].publish;(e.length) ? e[0].click() : e.click(); if (window.event) window.event.cancelBubble = true; return false;}"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="cssButtonOuter"&gt;&lt;div class="cssButtonMiddle"&gt;&lt;div class="cssButtonInner"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;a class="cssButton" href="javascript:void(0)" id="publishButton" onclick="if (this.className.indexOf(&amp;quot;ubtn-disabled&amp;quot;) == -1) {var e = document['stuffform'].publish;(e.length) ? e[0].click() : e.click(); if (window.event) window.event.cancelBubble = true; return false;}"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14131100-1127364762777300093?l=nonexistentego.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14131100/posts/default/1127364762777300093'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14131100/posts/default/1127364762777300093'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nonexistentego.blogspot.com/2008/12/nalilito.html' title='Nalilito'/><author><name>Hannah B. Reyno</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zE5Iztv78mw/SVby5UnGkWI/AAAAAAAAAJA/FcRFugsBLUE/S220/DSC_0087+(2).JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14131100.post-1374098991266718390</id><published>2008-12-07T07:20:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2011-04-14T23:20:53.524+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Kwento</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Tulog pa mga tao, kaya wala akong makwentuhan. Magbblog na lang ako! HAHAHA :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Natatawa ako sa sarili ko na nahihiya na hindi ko maintindihan. HAHAHA :D Shitty, nakakabaliw! Edi kagabi pauwi na kami ni Jhom tapos dumaan kami sa isang store at bumili ako ng melon shake at ng buy 1 take 1 free na cheeseburger. Sobrang sarap ng cheeseburger nila! Lutong ng bun, at flavorful talaga ang patties at lasap na lasap ko ang cheese! Tapos nag-bus pauwi. Sa bus may batang naka-costume at kumakain ng spaghetti ng Jollibee! Aba'y takam na takam ako. Bagal pa niya kumain non oh. Lalo kong natakam. Kaya pagbaba ko ng SMF, nag-isip ako kung saang Jollibee ako tutungo. Pumunta ko dun sa RPN branch. Habang papunta ko, may nadaanan akong Fat Monk, yung ikaw maglalagay ng sauce sa noodles. Natakam nanaman ako. Bumili ako ng P72 worth. Dalawang order na may dimsum at isa na wala. Sarap talaga, maanghang! Edi dumiretso na ako sa Jollibee, ayoko na ng spaghetti kasi magkamukha naman ang spaghetti at noodles ng Fat Monk? HAHAHA labo :D Edi nag-order ako ng Chickenjoy! Iba talaga ang Chickenjoy. Nagbibigay talaga siya ng joy sa akin. HAHAHA :D Sarap! Lalo na kapag hinuhuli mo yung balat! Oh, joy talaga! At sa sobrang dami pa pala ng tao, may naki-share sa akin ng table. Nakakatuwa yung lalaki, may dimples! Tapos pagkatapos ko kumain, naglakad pa ako ng konti kasi tagal ko nang hindi nakapasok sa RPN para kasing anjologs niya sobra. HAHAHA :D Aba, may nagbebenta pala don ng takuyaki. E gusto ko ng takuyaki lalo na yung sa Little Tokyo sa Makati. Authentic yung andon eh tapos Japanese talaga mismo yung gumagawa. HAHAHA :D So tinry ko yung takuyaki sa RPN baka pareho lang ng lasa nung andon sa Makati. Aba, pwede na rin. Ok lang. Ok lang. Aba na-realize ko marami palang makakain sa RPN. Tapos lakad pa uli ako. Medyo kailangan ko ng maiinom so naghahanap ako ng Fruit Magic or Fruitas. Nag-order ako at aba P80 na lang pala pera ko huh. Nakakahiya sobra, pero buti na lang at mababait silang tao at pinagtawanan na lang nila ako imbis na magalit. Nakakita ako ng mas murang option, pero wala namang fruits involved, ang Zagu! Pero pwede na rin. Malaki-laki na rin siya. Pwede na rin. Mura ng grande, P42 lang! Bumili ako ng pandan! Ayoko ng mga powdered drinks pero sa sobrang takam ko sa inumin na may yelo na durog, e sige, okay na rin. Sabi ko sa sarili ko uuwi na ako, pero hindi ko mapigilan ang paa ko, at bumalik ulit ako sa Fat Monk at bumili ng noodles na walang dimsum. P20 lang. HAHAHA :D Natutuwa ako sa Fat Monk. Hindi diluted yung sauces nila! Hindi katulad sa iba na wala na yung consistency ng sauces nila kaya wala ng lasa at wala ng texture. Paglabas ko ng RPN, meron palang bazaar. In fairness, madaming great finds. Pwede mo siyang i-compare sa mga bazaar sa WTC sa Pasay. Maraming good finds! Marami ring pagkain, daming ulam! Pero hindi ko na siya ma-afford. Sayang. Habang tumitingin-tingin, na-realize ko na medyo nagugustuhan ko na rin and Zagu. Gusto ko yung crystals na niligay nila. Nata ata yon eh. So bumalik ako sa Zagu at humingi ako ng crystals since feeling ko close na kami kasi habang hinihintay ko order ko, nagkkwentuhan kami at nagtatawanan sa kung saan-saan. HAHAHA :D Binigyan ako ni ate ng maraming crystals! Mga 1/3 ng grande plastic cup! Oha oha! Ok rin naman pala talaga ang Zagu. Bait nina ate! Pwede na, pwede na. Hindi ko maintindihan sarili ko pag dating sa inumin. Gusto ko healthful. E since naisip ko na pangit na rin istura ng loob ng tiyan ko pag biniyak kasi puro noodles na may halo-halong sauces, edi i-todo ko na! Pumunta ko sa harap ng RPN para maghanap ng street food. Pero bago pala yon, may babalikan ako sa bazaar, siguro next week. Meron silang mga mugs na malalaki na pwedeng i-personalize! HAHAHA :D Mukhang napakagandang ipanregalo sa magulang ko! Shitty, dati mamahalin ng regalo ko sa kanila, ngayon less than P50 na lang. Pero ganda talaga. Check it out, guys. Sa mga hindi from Novaliches, RPN is Robinson's Place Novaliches! HAHAHA :D Edi ayun nga, naghanap ako ng street food. Wala akong makitang hindi ko nattry, so nag-calamares na lang ulit ako. Bait ni manong, sobra! P18 na lang kasi pera ko non, P3 ang isa, pero pinayagan niya kong kumuha ng pitong malalaking piraso. E medyo natuwa pa siya sa akin, kaya dinagdagan pa niya ng tatlong fried isaw na worth P5 each. Bait ni kuya! Parang angganda ng gabing 'to! Parang ambait ng mga Pinoy sa paligid ko. HAHAHA labo ko nanaman :D Wala na talaga kong pera kaya umuwi na ako! Pagdating ko ng bahay, aba'y may fried chicken, sinigang na bangus, pinakbet at cake! Pag sinuswerte ka nga naman talaga oh! Gusto ko pa naman yang tatlong ulam na yan lalo na pag malutong yung balat ng chicken, tapos yung sinigang sobrang asim at maraming taba yung ulo at tiyan ng bangus, tapos yung pinakbet maraming ampalaya, at yung cake ay matamis! Wowowee, heaven! Sarap mabuhay! Kumuha ako ng pagkain at kumain ako sa rooftop. Ganda ng sky. Dami pang stars oh, at malakas pala ang hangin. Sobrang ramdam ko na ang Christmas. Lapit na talaga mag-Pasko! Yeheyyyy! Nakaupo ako non sa bilyaran eh. Pagkatapos kong kumain, hindi ako makatayo! Shitty, naawa ako sa sarili ko. Hindi ako makatayo sa kabusugan! So sige, nahiga muna ako, at tiningnan ko pa ang stars. Medyo natulog muna ko sa bilyaran at pagkatapos ng dalawang oras ay nagising ako. Ayun, nakatayo na ako! Yehey! HAHAHA :D Tinuloy ko na ulit tulog ko. :D At ngayon, paggising ko. Tawang tawa ako. HAHAHA :D Mukha kong ewan, hindi ko maitayo sarili ko kagabi. HAHAHAHA :D Nakapag-ehersisyo na ako at nakapag-blog na pero tulog pa rin mga tao sa bahay. Ano ba yan! Dream Match na mamaya! Go Pacquiao!!! :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14131100-1374098991266718390?l=nonexistentego.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14131100/posts/default/1374098991266718390'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14131100/posts/default/1374098991266718390'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nonexistentego.blogspot.com/2008/12/kwento.html' title='Kwento'/><author><name>Hannah B. Reyno</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zE5Iztv78mw/SVby5UnGkWI/AAAAAAAAAJA/FcRFugsBLUE/S220/DSC_0087+(2).JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14131100.post-3471194008773283867</id><published>2008-12-04T00:25:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-04-14T23:21:03.109+08:00</updated><title type='text'>From Afar</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;As silence within me rages, I desire to know the hidden. You see, I’m aware of it, but it’s not to an extent that is as much as is needed. Proof varies, so please cry it to my face just so I’ve misread it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;In the dark corners of my room, untold questions for you remain unanswered. It's confounding, complicating even.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;What? When? Why, or why not?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Humble and willing, I’m patiently waiting.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Hayy, what a thought of peripheral nature and a time of waste.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;By the way, I've got a really gooood supposition which strengthens me resolutely, but I'm withholding it from everybody else's knowledge. HAHAHA :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Let's do it RIGHT, okay?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14131100-3471194008773283867?l=nonexistentego.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14131100/posts/default/3471194008773283867'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14131100/posts/default/3471194008773283867'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nonexistentego.blogspot.com/2008/12/from-afar.html' title='From Afar'/><author><name>Hannah B. Reyno</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zE5Iztv78mw/SVby5UnGkWI/AAAAAAAAAJA/FcRFugsBLUE/S220/DSC_0087+(2).JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14131100.post-1729117665228908515</id><published>2008-12-02T09:00:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2011-04-14T23:19:58.219+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Kumukutikutitap</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I afresh attempted to do a front and back walk over, and I did it! Although, I went to the jugular and knocked myself out in doing the back tuck, oh, this is still and all one savvy morning! Oh happy day! :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Christmas is in the offing and fast approaching, as well as the Chocolate Buffet in the Peninsula Manila with Sixtreme on the 13th! Weeee! :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;By the way, have you sighted the moon, Venus &amp;amp; Jupiter last night? It was in beautiful, beautiful arrangement! It was smiling back at me. I believe something wonderful's going to come off and to develop close in time. :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I'M VERY HAPPY TODAY, with reasons unknown of! :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14131100-1729117665228908515?l=nonexistentego.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14131100/posts/default/1729117665228908515'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14131100/posts/default/1729117665228908515'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nonexistentego.blogspot.com/2008/12/kumukutikutitap.html' title='Kumukutikutitap'/><author><name>Hannah B. Reyno</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zE5Iztv78mw/SVby5UnGkWI/AAAAAAAAAJA/FcRFugsBLUE/S220/DSC_0087+(2).JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14131100.post-5211575679866821951</id><published>2008-11-17T14:12:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-17T14:24:19.541+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Human Curiosity</title><content type='html'>It’s the appetite to explore, to recognize, to distinguish, to learn and to be acquainted with. It’s insatiable, always needing more and impossible to satisfy. Human nature, that’s what it is. It exists in all human beings, and it’s excitingly good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But you covetous little girl, you’re not interesting enough to drive me curious. You’re plain flat and mind-numbing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I couldn’t do with someone who gets ahead of and puts me down. You’re being obstructive towards my growth and development as a person. You’re condensing my life to rubble, thus I’m apologetic, I don’t need you in it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Perhaps, you’re expressly envious of me, eh? HAHAHA :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Go ahead, keep talking. You might stumble on something intellectual to say someday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Difference makes no difference if you’re actually peacefully happy and satisfied with the way things are, so be content. :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14131100-5211575679866821951?l=nonexistentego.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14131100/posts/default/5211575679866821951'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14131100/posts/default/5211575679866821951'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nonexistentego.blogspot.com/2008/11/human-curiosity.html' title='Human Curiosity'/><author><name>Hannah B. Reyno</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zE5Iztv78mw/SVby5UnGkWI/AAAAAAAAAJA/FcRFugsBLUE/S220/DSC_0087+(2).JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14131100.post-5732788278854174397</id><published>2008-11-16T14:05:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-16T14:06:02.436+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Intimidate and Dominate</title><content type='html'>Few people ahead of last night notified me concerning myself being rather intimidating. Last night, someone brought it to the surface for another time, informing me that some people sought to make friends with me though feel moderately anxious. I naturally counter their statements by means of asking how and why in the world am that prone. She straightforwardly answered my issues telling me this and that. Detecting me with a puckered brow, she finished it saying, “Don’t be bothered, you’re intimidating inoffensively and pleasantly.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hannah: “Just how can intimidating be inoffensive and pleasant? Anything placed relative with intimidating becomes ghastly.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Friend: “Too good, too good.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I didn’t understand, so far as I didn’t long to prolong the conversation. I stayed idle.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Although as much as possible I desire to be approachable to everyone, intimidating gives the impression of being a threat; therefore, I regard it positively to a certain extent! I’m a threat, yo! HAHAHA :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14131100-5732788278854174397?l=nonexistentego.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14131100/posts/default/5732788278854174397'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14131100/posts/default/5732788278854174397'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nonexistentego.blogspot.com/2008/11/intimidate-and-dominate.html' title='Intimidate and Dominate'/><author><name>Hannah B. Reyno</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zE5Iztv78mw/SVby5UnGkWI/AAAAAAAAAJA/FcRFugsBLUE/S220/DSC_0087+(2).JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14131100.post-1494010481492859184</id><published>2008-11-09T23:59:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-11T13:40:56.495+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Level Up</title><content type='html'>Today is the greatest day of my diving life! Why? It’s because of these:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. I livened up at seven in the morning, set off my foot to the dining area to gorge on my old-style much loved, toast with butter and jam! Oh lala! Tapsilogloglog, as well! That’s what I wish my tapsilog entitled since it comprises of three eggs. Oh, &lt;strong&gt;breakfast love&lt;/strong&gt;! HAHAHA! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. As for all time in diving, I’ve encountered new faces, &lt;strong&gt;new friends&lt;/strong&gt;! Yey! Today, I swam underwater with Jouel, Bob, Norman and of course, Sir Jonje. Jouel was my buddy, an unswerving one. Bob is the foreign individual, but atypically has wandered around Philippines to a greater extent than me! I find Norman comical when he shivered uncontrollably. HAHA :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. &lt;strong&gt;Larry’s Garden&lt;/strong&gt;. Okay, for my non-diver readers out there, this dive spot is a deep one and expressly composed of eight rocks and sandy bottom. Current at this juncture is dreadfully strong. One is ought to obtain apt training and must be an experienced diver to dive into here. I’m extremely appreciative to Sir Jonje that he situated me here. This spot is hardly ever dived into. It would take divers an odd occasion because it’s merely difficult. More strongly, it’s not in the listing of dive spots in a good number of websites. We in fact made use of a line to descend. Of every spots I’ve gone away to, this is certainly the finest. We submerged down to 113 feet and it gave the impression of being charming and untouched. Marine life is supposed to be all with reference to this! It prides itself with assortment of beautiful corals of striking colors and huge fan corals. Oh, there were heaps of crustaceans, in addition! It’s indeed stunning that I don’t have the courage to lock my eyes. Despite the fact that resident white-tip sharks weren’t in attendance any longer, I am still grateful. This is beyond doubt the highlight! Oh, what made it more appealing is the slight down current. Sir Jonje made us grip onto one another’s BCD as we moved upward, had a safety stop and surfaced.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. &lt;strong&gt;Bahura&lt;/strong&gt;. This dive made my day better, as in better to a greater extent! It’s another dive spot of infrequency. Surface was rough and choppy. We were keeping up as we utilized a line almost immediately as we did our back roll. Yet again, this spot is a deep dive and had a stronger current with regard to Larry’s, thus a line to descend. The idea of drifting is audacious; hence, Sir Jonje deems that this sits atop. Actually, experts were the only ones permitted, so can you just visualize how flattering and rewarding I was when I recognized I would be diving here! I caught my adrenaline rushing as I was descending because currents were truly that physically powerful. Oh, I absolutely love the sensation when my adrenaline rushes! By no means did I discern that descending would be that entertaining! When we reached the bottom, current was still existing, but not as powerful; subsequently, as I was realizing the splendor of the sea, we were drifting. Yehey! This spot consists of minor drop-offs, sandy slopes and overhangs. As I stared narrowly into dim and mysterious spaces beneath some builds, I caught sight of an octopus and moray eel! It was my first encounter! The octopus was colossal, about as bulk as two basketballs. Okay, it’s not much big of a deal for the reason that it’s a usual citing. I’m perfectly in high spirits that I’m further on the ball to intricate details. I as well perceived creatures that appeared akin to stones. I believe it’s identified as frog fish. I do necessitate to join Project AWARE, huh. There were masses of jellyfish and hiding groupers to boot! Approximately all good diversity of marine life is here. I’m not jesting, but as I swam, I could hear “My Heart Will Go On” devoid of vocals. It was blissful! I was merrily learning by memory the jewels of that part of the sea when Sir Jonje began rapping on his tank to get our attention and to pose for our air supply. When I confirmed my SPG, I was down low to 700psi!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. About a minute past, three of us who have dive computers read on their respective watches an error. We exceeded a no decompression limit! &lt;strong&gt;Emergency decompression&lt;/strong&gt;, yo! This is a dire thing, characterized by severe, serious, and desperate circumstance, but you see, bad things electrify me! My adrenaline was upbeat and dashing in the course of my veins. It was a bold undertaking I would adore to meet head-on! Anyway, we had an 8-minute decompression stop at 15 feet in mandatory to safely eliminate inert gases, air supply permitting of course. Given that I was short of air, I could do with sharing with my buddy Jouel. He turned out to be short of air, as well, therefore Sir Jonje had to allocate a few of his for me. Although this occurrence had lots of tribulation, it was extraordinary! I looooved it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. We ascended, reached the surface, and presently to become conscious that it was raining hard. I felt similar to I was elsewhere of my country since visibility was low due to heavy fog and conversations were in English. Okay, I seem naïve. What I have an aversion to in relation to UST is you converse in Filipino. Yes, I love our language, it’s just not fair and impartial that I can’t put into practice English as much as I carry out in the duration of breaks, get-togethers with English-speaking friends and moderately at home. I’m not as commendable as I was. Huhu. Nevertheless, I’m in love with the touristy feeling I felt! Sixth reason is the sea and rain combined! &lt;strong&gt;Yehey, too much water was surrounding me!&lt;/strong&gt; :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. I do believe I have the &lt;strong&gt;best Advanced check-out dive&lt;/strong&gt; in the whole of Philippines, really. I had six dives in totality, which included three dives of lackluster (house reef, Dive &amp;amp; Trek and the one fronting Vistamar), a quixotic night dive at Outrigger’s house reef which introduced me to the magical magical magical bioluminescence, LARRY’S GARDEN and BAHURA!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“&lt;em&gt;Ikaw&lt;/em&gt;, have you been to Larry’s Garden and Bahura?”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jouel counseled me to take pride on myself as I pose that question to others! HAHAHA YABANG :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. GREAT LUNCH, and worthwhile talks! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zE5Iztv78mw/SRkZr7fvaOI/AAAAAAAAAGs/WTbN2RJNBZ8/s1600-h/DSC-3981.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5267269481682397410" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zE5Iztv78mw/SRkZr7fvaOI/AAAAAAAAAGs/WTbN2RJNBZ8/s320/DSC-3981.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;my group for day 1 (Jeff, Mary and others)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;I've got no pictures underwater and with day 2 friends. Sad :(&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14131100-1494010481492859184?l=nonexistentego.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14131100/posts/default/1494010481492859184'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14131100/posts/default/1494010481492859184'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nonexistentego.blogspot.com/2008/11/level-up.html' title='Level Up'/><author><name>Hannah B. Reyno</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zE5Iztv78mw/SVby5UnGkWI/AAAAAAAAAJA/FcRFugsBLUE/S220/DSC_0087+(2).JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zE5Iztv78mw/SRkZr7fvaOI/AAAAAAAAAGs/WTbN2RJNBZ8/s72-c/DSC-3981.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14131100.post-6678647299997836374</id><published>2008-11-06T23:42:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-07T00:00:32.562+08:00</updated><title type='text'>BULL</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;Hah, tingnan na lang natin!&lt;br /&gt;Oo, hinahamon kita. Obvious ba?&lt;br /&gt;Yes, tapang ko oh!&lt;br /&gt;Hamunin daw ba ang buhay?&lt;br /&gt;HAHAHA :D &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Trust your gut. Follow your heart. Love your life. :D &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zE5Iztv78mw/SRMSfCEUZxI/AAAAAAAAAGc/JWsy7uC1P70/s1600-h/DSC_3695.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5265572713666471698" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zE5Iztv78mw/SRMSfCEUZxI/AAAAAAAAAGc/JWsy7uC1P70/s320/DSC_3695.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;This is actually the moon and a star. :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5265572719506946338" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zE5Iztv78mw/SRMSfX0y-SI/AAAAAAAAAGk/VkFfZuYdpMQ/s320/DSC_3683.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;We are our parents' happy middle children. :)&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/14131100-6678647299997836374?l=nonexistentego.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14131100/posts/default/6678647299997836374'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14131100/posts/default/6678647299997836374'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nonexistentego.blogspot.com/2008/11/bull.html' title='BULL'/><author><name>Hannah B. Reyno</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zE5Iztv78mw/SVby5UnGkWI/AAAAAAAAAJA/FcRFugsBLUE/S220/DSC_0087+(2).JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zE5Iztv78mw/SRMSfCEUZxI/AAAAAAAAAGc/JWsy7uC1P70/s72-c/DSC_3695.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14131100.post-4771258770428742193</id><published>2008-11-03T01:08:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-15T11:40:29.780+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Mirror Back</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;The most recent night, I was promenading at MOA with my family when I bumped into ate Gracey, a teammate and fellow adrenaline junkie. I’ve been bumping into a great deal of known faces, but she’s out of the usual. You see, taking her into account is an idea of careful consideration of my personal worth. In our earliest social contact, it’s akin to providence driving me shut to her. We were regularly seen jogging jointly before and after training proper, and sitting side by side trading own memories as we take period for rest. Perhaps our roughly identical standard of living reasons our connection. As she tolerably boasts her deeds and accomplishments, I was completely filled with deep and great great great awe of her, but as time took no notice of, I progressively became conscious that I was resembling her in a way. Deliberating the awe I sensed before the consciousness, I gained self-worth. It’s like the feeling of amazement and respect I had for her mirrored back to me. That’s just &lt;b&gt;WOAH&lt;/b&gt;!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I can see myself in her, well, minus her being a race car driver, her being a cum laude and her being a yoga practitioner; plus me being a blah, me being a blah and me being a blah. All other aspects are the equivalent, so quits lang.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I yet again attained high regard for myself. As human, my fundamental needs are satisfied. I feel excessively proud of myself in general. Positive and constructive self-worth, self-esteem, self-confidence, self-regard, self-image, self-integrity, self-efficacy, whatever you call it, it feels damn gooood. :))&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14131100-4771258770428742193?l=nonexistentego.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14131100/posts/default/4771258770428742193'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14131100/posts/default/4771258770428742193'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nonexistentego.blogspot.com/2008/11/mirror-back.html' title='Mirror Back'/><author><name>Hannah B. Reyno</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zE5Iztv78mw/SVby5UnGkWI/AAAAAAAAAJA/FcRFugsBLUE/S220/DSC_0087+(2).JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14131100.post-541142036285916154</id><published>2008-10-23T00:50:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-23T01:09:10.376+08:00</updated><title type='text'>CHOCOLATES!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;The powerful effect of our finals week (the week when I put on 7lbs more) had on me is eating chocolates greedily. Previous to taking our Differential Equations exam, I ate two entire chocolate cakes. It left me in jumping movement for two days! I’m incapable of knowing what my mind had taken in on. Biglaan ang nangyari ng pagkain ko ng dalawang chocolate cake. What I discern, then and there, is that I LOVE CHOCOLATES, distinctively baked treats! Ahead of, I was just masticating on Choco Mucho, but nowadays, it’s poles apart! Chocolates were just an option, a selection, an alternative. Save for now, it’s my choice, it’s my most liked! I’ve delved into chocolates, and I covet my chocolate to be extremely thick and rich, with ganache as a topping! Ganache is the one which destroys me blissfully. By only a small degree of perceiving it weakens me. I’m not giving too much weight here; it truly is. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FYI: Ganache is not an icing, but a paste, a rich paste made of chocolate, cream &amp;amp; butter. It’s fattening, calorific and stuffing, but I consider the fat taken inside my body all important enough to justify the reason for it being damn heavenly. :))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It’s my first instant to cook brownies in the oven tonight. It was tough, further than tough. Primarily for the reason that it’s not even heated dry, it’s yet a mixture but I’m consuming it already. Succeeding reason is that it’s messy, chaotic even. I’ve put together and finished the mixture thick, which rooted it to gum to every object it contacts, and oh, my hands were chocolatey, as well. It’s all fine despite that fact, since I was licking my hand akin to a lollipop! HAHAHA :D Kadiri, ba? It’s too pleasurable! Chocoholics could sympathize, I’m positive. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5260014962326910738" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zE5Iztv78mw/SP9TvU68NxI/AAAAAAAAAFs/U1Bue0gq2Zo/s320/DSC_3203.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;my licked hand :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zE5Iztv78mw/SP9Tv-KIX5I/AAAAAAAAAF0/njcYY7hATBI/s1600-h/DSC_3208.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5260014973396475794" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zE5Iztv78mw/SP9Tv-KIX5I/AAAAAAAAAF0/njcYY7hATBI/s320/DSC_3208.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I love how it cracked!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Here are the goodies from the much loved and best chocolate store in town, &lt;a href="http://chocolatcakes.multiply.com/"&gt;CHOCOLAT&lt;/a&gt;! These chocolate are simple and honest. Oh, it's all about chocolate goodness. :)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5260014972028975794" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zE5Iztv78mw/SP9Tv5EF-rI/AAAAAAAAAF8/DykrfitKbpc/s320/DSC_2296.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;These are their best-sellers:&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5260020853987933938" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zE5Iztv78mw/SP9ZGREY_vI/AAAAAAAAAGE/7OWg95JkbOw/s200/Choco+Caramel.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;Choco Caramel&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zE5Iztv78mw/SP9ZHKooN_I/AAAAAAAAAGM/muoHAWwysOE/s1600-h/Death+by+Tablea.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5260020869440747506" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zE5Iztv78mw/SP9ZHKooN_I/AAAAAAAAAGM/muoHAWwysOE/s200/Death+by+Tablea.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Death by Tablea&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zE5Iztv78mw/SP9ZHx9X5oI/AAAAAAAAAGU/FtIWVMa779Q/s1600-h/Kahlua.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5260020879996741250" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zE5Iztv78mw/SP9ZHx9X5oI/AAAAAAAAAGU/FtIWVMa779Q/s200/Kahlua.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Kahlua&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;See how thick, heavy and rich the ganache is? Ooh la la! I need to become skilled at blending that. :)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14131100-541142036285916154?l=nonexistentego.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14131100/posts/default/541142036285916154'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14131100/posts/default/541142036285916154'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nonexistentego.blogspot.com/2008/10/chocolates.html' title='CHOCOLATES!'/><author><name>Hannah B. Reyno</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zE5Iztv78mw/SVby5UnGkWI/AAAAAAAAAJA/FcRFugsBLUE/S220/DSC_0087+(2).JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zE5Iztv78mw/SP9TvU68NxI/AAAAAAAAAFs/U1Bue0gq2Zo/s72-c/DSC_3203.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14131100.post-512771071370266278</id><published>2008-10-17T21:53:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-17T21:58:22.355+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Something Fishy</title><content type='html'>Vegetarian&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My first attempt endured for a couple of days. It was depleting all of my strength and vitality, I tell you! My second attempt however, endured for a couple of weeks. Yeah, progressing huh? I’m not settling for a third attempt, because I have a love affair with fishes and other sea creatures! I can barely lead my existence exclusive of them, so I’m adopting the pescetarian lifestyle! It’s being a vegetarian whose diet includes fish. Today’s my fourth day as one, and I yearn for this to carry on for a couple of months, at the very least.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yey! I loooove the sea! :))&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14131100-512771071370266278?l=nonexistentego.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14131100/posts/default/512771071370266278'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14131100/posts/default/512771071370266278'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nonexistentego.blogspot.com/2008/10/something-fishy.html' title='Something Fishy'/><author><name>Hannah B. Reyno</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zE5Iztv78mw/SVby5UnGkWI/AAAAAAAAAJA/FcRFugsBLUE/S220/DSC_0087+(2).JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14131100.post-4954875128401077061</id><published>2008-10-16T00:38:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-16T00:58:24.102+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Shot of a Lifetime</title><content type='html'>Just a moment ago, I was hunted to put in writing a full-blown rant, but as the enduring and composed that I am, I refreshed my mind through sleeping, and intending that when I liven up in few hours, it’ll be gone over and done. Now that I am wide awake, I’m satisfactory, okay, just okay. Clearly, I’ve resigned myself to it, but I have not recovered yet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have the chance right here in my palm. Why can’t they just support me? Why is it hard for them to be assured of my ability to succeed? My father dear told me that it involves exposure to very great danger, and numerous have breathed their last just by doing it. For the record, I’m on proverbial terms with what I’m getting myself interested in, and I’m affirmative that it’s out of harm’s way. I for all time have all the gut and boldness within me, but I, in addition, have my dear parents to always decide against action.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Never did I grasp neither explain the nature to myself regarding the discussed. At the outset, they wouldn’t have my back nor would they pour down encouragements on me, but every time it transpires to be successful (which is a good number, not to talk big), they are these parents with fostering feelings of pride for their daughter's feat. &lt;em&gt;Proud na proud na proud sila sa akin, pare.&lt;/em&gt; That, I am unable to comprehend. Why can't they support me from the beginning?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is a further recurrence of the past, and what I dislike intensely in this situation is the upshot that makes me this seemingly rebel daughter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is a shot of a lifetime, and I’m on it!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14131100-4954875128401077061?l=nonexistentego.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14131100/posts/default/4954875128401077061'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14131100/posts/default/4954875128401077061'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nonexistentego.blogspot.com/2008/10/shot-of-lifetime.html' title='Shot of a Lifetime'/><author><name>Hannah B. Reyno</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zE5Iztv78mw/SVby5UnGkWI/AAAAAAAAAJA/FcRFugsBLUE/S220/DSC_0087+(2).JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14131100.post-4908150474371865641</id><published>2008-10-15T00:40:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-15T01:01:35.188+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Lost</title><content type='html'>I want to find myself gone astray. It’s a tourist-y feeling that I be keen on, an amusement that springs to great pleasure. I desire to travel to foreign localities with extensive greenery and surrounded by deep seas, right at this instant. I’d love to be lost in a beautiful area, which has dense growth of trees and is home to other strikingly different living things, akin to the photographs below.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zE5Iztv78mw/SPTOYxibEuI/AAAAAAAAAFk/Tcen0DfJSS8/s1600-h/Kailua.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5257053590058111714" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zE5Iztv78mw/SPTOYxibEuI/AAAAAAAAAFk/Tcen0DfJSS8/s320/Kailua.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Kailua Beach, Oahu, Hawaii&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5257051572454290818" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zE5Iztv78mw/SPTMjVYL9YI/AAAAAAAAAFc/ibTlV2ovg40/s320/DSC_0862.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Yosemite National Park, California&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14131100-4908150474371865641?l=nonexistentego.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14131100/posts/default/4908150474371865641'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14131100/posts/default/4908150474371865641'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nonexistentego.blogspot.com/2008/10/lost.html' title='Lost'/><author><name>Hannah B. Reyno</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zE5Iztv78mw/SVby5UnGkWI/AAAAAAAAAJA/FcRFugsBLUE/S220/DSC_0087+(2).JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zE5Iztv78mw/SPTOYxibEuI/AAAAAAAAAFk/Tcen0DfJSS8/s72-c/Kailua.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14131100.post-987413813640498557</id><published>2008-10-11T23:33:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-11T23:51:08.559+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Intoxicated</title><content type='html'>Thoughts kept forming, that is, I’m drugged. I’m unaware concerning to what’s occurring or existing within me, and why is that; nonetheless, I, in actual fact, do suppose I’m drugged. I feel extreme as emotions are at a level of great intensity.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I was on my way home a moment past, as I move through places, I was at a great deal flabbergasted on how all people articulate in such speed. I mean, the act and way of changing position of their mouths was in rapids, that I, for one, couldn’t acknowledge as true that such is probable. It’s approximating they speak fifteen words in merely a second. Wow, just wow. As I approach the gate, I found myself feeling funny. I seemed to myself weighing comparatively little as I was unsurely carried along by air. Yes! I was flying, yo! Then again, I looked down to my feet, and became conscious that I was not. Despite the fact that my mentality gave the false impression that my stature was stretched fifty percent extra, I stared intently at my feet for quite some time and managed to reach for it, well, just to be clear in mind that I in fact wasn’t flying? I don’t know. I don’t know what I had in mind. Subsequently, as I set my foot off to the master’s bedroom, my head got heavy and relatively bulky. No, it didn’t become larger in size; it was simply an erroneous contemplation. In view of that heaviness I’ve felt, I let it be while I jumped to bed, closed my eyes, and dreamt away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh I had a joyful, joyful, joyful dream! :))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This intoxication is to a certain extent unwholesome, but it’s all good and electrifyingly bold! I already am familiar with how it is to have been on the verge or point of flying! Amen to that, and oh yeah! :))&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14131100-987413813640498557?l=nonexistentego.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14131100/posts/default/987413813640498557'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14131100/posts/default/987413813640498557'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nonexistentego.blogspot.com/2008/10/intoxicated.html' title='Intoxicated'/><author><name>Hannah B. Reyno</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zE5Iztv78mw/SVby5UnGkWI/AAAAAAAAAJA/FcRFugsBLUE/S220/DSC_0087+(2).JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14131100.post-4380538800714639144</id><published>2008-10-09T00:07:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-09T19:34:19.595+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Everything</title><content type='html'>I'm stuck with Michael Buble's lines. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"And you play it coy but it's kinda cute&lt;br /&gt;Ah, when you smile at me you know exactly what you do&lt;br /&gt;Baby don't pretend that you don't know it's true&lt;br /&gt;'cause you can see it when I look at you&lt;br /&gt;And in this crazy life, and through these crazy times&lt;br /&gt;It's you, it's you, you make me sing&lt;br /&gt;You're every line, you're every word, you're everything." :))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's a lush pop from 60's, yo!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"The best is yet to come, and baby wont it be fine&lt;br /&gt;You think you've seen the sun, but you aint seen it shine&lt;br /&gt;The best is yet to come, come the day your mine&lt;br /&gt;Come the day your mine." :))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...and I'm feeling good!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haleiwa guy goes...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Questions, I've got some questions&lt;br /&gt;I want to know you&lt;br /&gt;But what if I could ask you only one thing&lt;br /&gt;Only this one time, what would you tell me?" :))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"There's no combination of words&lt;br /&gt;I could put on the back of a postcard&lt;br /&gt;No song that I could sing&lt;br /&gt;But I can try for your heart, our dreams, and they are made out of real things&lt;br /&gt;like a shoebox of photographs with sepia-toned loving&lt;br /&gt;Love is the answer at least for most of the questions in my heart, like&lt;br /&gt;Why are we here? And where do we go?&lt;br /&gt;And how come it's so hard?&lt;br /&gt;It's not always easy and sometimes life can be deceiving&lt;br /&gt;I'll tell you one thing, it's always better when we're together." :))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I was sitting, waiting, wishing&lt;br /&gt;You believed in superstitions&lt;br /&gt;Then maybe you would see the signs&lt;br /&gt;But lord knows that this world is cruel&lt;br /&gt;And I ain’t the lord no I’m just a fool&lt;br /&gt;Learning loving somebody&lt;br /&gt;Don’t make them love you&lt;br /&gt;Must I always be waiting, waiting on you?&lt;br /&gt;Must I always be playing, playing your fool?" :))&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14131100-4380538800714639144?l=nonexistentego.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14131100/posts/default/4380538800714639144'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14131100/posts/default/4380538800714639144'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nonexistentego.blogspot.com/2008/10/everything.html' title='Everything'/><author><name>Hannah B. Reyno</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zE5Iztv78mw/SVby5UnGkWI/AAAAAAAAAJA/FcRFugsBLUE/S220/DSC_0087+(2).JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14131100.post-7611750385967403077</id><published>2008-10-06T23:58:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-06T23:58:50.679+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Up, Up &amp; Away!</title><content type='html'>I woke up feeling sharply pitiful, as I’ve had a real horrendous nightmare. I dreamt of a man being attacked by a vicious black Rottweiler. Its speed happened swift and without upheaval. Inch by inch, the dog’s razor-sharp teeth ripped the man’s flesh. It carried on in shaking its head, until a big chunk of the man’s tissues and muscles came off. I saw it clearly, free from what dims. What’s more ill is that the instant still zoomed like I was simulating with my father’s camera lens, and at a snail’s pace, there it was, his weeping eyes were glued to mine, as if raising for help, and I wasn’t able to perform any act of bravery. I’ve on no account felt in the vein of a coward in my entire life, not until a short time ago. Oh that dream left me awfully disturbed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What composed me are the praises of my brothers as to my grilling of the squid this dinner. They said it tasted like a rib-eye steak especially tender and flavorful, but it is really the sauce that they went into raptures over. Just when they told me those sweet phrases of praise did I attempt to recall what I put into it, but I barely retained factors and ingredients. I was disturbed, remember? My conclusion is that it’s not of a great distress being in such state, you could positively best a few sides of life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And if you’re down, there’s no other way but up. :))&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14131100-7611750385967403077?l=nonexistentego.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14131100/posts/default/7611750385967403077'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14131100/posts/default/7611750385967403077'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nonexistentego.blogspot.com/2008/10/up-up-away.html' title='Up, Up &amp; Away!'/><author><name>Hannah B. Reyno</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zE5Iztv78mw/SVby5UnGkWI/AAAAAAAAAJA/FcRFugsBLUE/S220/DSC_0087+(2).JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14131100.post-2414112079684728094</id><published>2008-09-26T00:30:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-04-14T23:02:07.537+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Silence</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I don’t take offense while in such particular instant. In point of fact, I find myself wandering, which I justly am grateful for. Don’t be troubled if there’s not anything to converse about. Silence is for all time a positive moment for me. I take and get pleasure from every minute of it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;My thoughts are directed inward and thus focusing happen to be uncomplicated. Although I’m earsplitting every so often, I reflect on myself as an introvert.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;In silence, the world becomes still, and that’s beautiful. A peaceful atmosphere it is.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14131100-2414112079684728094?l=nonexistentego.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14131100/posts/default/2414112079684728094'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14131100/posts/default/2414112079684728094'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nonexistentego.blogspot.com/2008/09/silence.html' title='Silence'/><author><name>Hannah B. Reyno</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zE5Iztv78mw/SVby5UnGkWI/AAAAAAAAAJA/FcRFugsBLUE/S220/DSC_0087+(2).JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14131100.post-701503249591427408</id><published>2008-09-24T23:57:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-04-14T23:09:36.479+08:00</updated><title type='text'>RAIN NOW!</title><content type='html'>It's raining. Amen to that! Read aloud the title and you get my surname pronounced with an accent, yo! HAHAHA :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I’m blogging for the reason that I’m quietly satisfied with the way things are. I’ve at last accepted that this won’t go far as anticipated, and that’s in my case. It could not at all be, but even at this time, I hope. I still hope that maybe, just maybe… Hmm. It’s not thus far the moment; nevertheless, sooner or later it will ensue. It’s still a wishful figment of my imagination, a flight of fancy I desire for you to grasp. Even so I’m content, perhaps to an unexpected extent, it could be true.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;You see, I know that you know that I don't.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I struggle to take no notice of, but unmistakably, it's all I see. It's quite convoluted, eh?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14131100-701503249591427408?l=nonexistentego.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14131100/posts/default/701503249591427408'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14131100/posts/default/701503249591427408'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nonexistentego.blogspot.com/2008/09/rain-now.html' title='RAIN NOW!'/><author><name>Hannah B. Reyno</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zE5Iztv78mw/SVby5UnGkWI/AAAAAAAAAJA/FcRFugsBLUE/S220/DSC_0087+(2).JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14131100.post-6985870613700263211</id><published>2008-09-15T02:52:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-15T03:21:33.229+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Incomplete</title><content type='html'>In the still of the night, I've been craving. Hmmm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;GUSTO KO NG MISTER KABAB NGAYON NA!!! Napadaan kami doon kanina, pero as usual, daming tao. E gutum na gutom na pamilya ko, so lipat-lipat. Nakita ko pa si Nigel Lagarico. Hahaha :D I need pigmates to pig out with. Tulog na lahat ng tao dito. Lech.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aba, after typing Mister Kabab, nag-iba craving ko. Dahil nakita ko 'tong mga 'to sa Food folder ko, gusto ko na ng strawberry yogurt shake!!! Tsaka ng strawberry, and strawberry sundae o kaya kahit anong ice cream na strawberryyyy!!! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zE5Iztv78mw/SM1hEsAcm8I/AAAAAAAAAFE/dis6KMww_cc/s1600-h/IMG_1292.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zE5Iztv78mw/SM1gxP9nC2I/AAAAAAAAAEs/mpfMoYmtC4E/s1600-h/Strawberry.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zE5Iztv78mw/SM1gxP9nC2I/AAAAAAAAAEs/mpfMoYmtC4E/s320/Strawberry.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5245955540171295586" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zE5Iztv78mw/SM1gxcQkkaI/AAAAAAAAAE0/vc9-WwW9Ozg/s1600-h/Strawberry+Ice+Cream.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zE5Iztv78mw/SM1gxcQkkaI/AAAAAAAAAE0/vc9-WwW9Ozg/s320/Strawberry+Ice+Cream.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5245955543472050594" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zE5Iztv78mw/SM1gxX5m9FI/AAAAAAAAAE8/sHN9q7Z-cm8/s1600-h/Strawberry+Yogurt+Shake.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zE5Iztv78mw/SM1gxX5m9FI/AAAAAAAAAE8/sHN9q7Z-cm8/s320/Strawberry+Yogurt+Shake.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5245955542301996114" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zE5Iztv78mw/SM1hEsAcm8I/AAAAAAAAAFE/dis6KMww_cc/s1600-h/IMG_1292.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zE5Iztv78mw/SM1hEsAcm8I/AAAAAAAAAFE/dis6KMww_cc/s320/IMG_1292.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5245955874116901826" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Gusto ko rin ng cake na binigay ni Kiel sa aming dalawa ni Jhom! Sarap eh, sobraaaa! From Tinapayan. Pero hindi ko alam kung masarap talaga siya, libre kasi eh. Kaya masarap sa panlasa namin. HAHAHA basta libre masarap! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zE5Iztv78mw/SM1h_hzgFYI/AAAAAAAAAFM/oLJQDfeG8O0/s1600-h/from+Kiel.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 217px; height: 217px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zE5Iztv78mw/SM1h_hzgFYI/AAAAAAAAAFM/oLJQDfeG8O0/s320/from+Kiel.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5245956884990530946" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Meron pang 2 slices of chocolate cake siyang binigay. SARAP TALAGA!!! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAHAHA wala lang sorry. Ginugutom ko lang sarili ko. Itutulog ko na lang 'to. :D 3:15am na! Wuhoooo :D Nararamdaman ko pa yung energy sa katawan ko. Gusto kong tumalon!!! WAHAHAHA :D So ayun, incomplete ang gabi, pagkat hindi makuha ang tinatakam ng aking labi. Shitty, drama. HAHAHA :D TOMGOOOOOOOOOTS!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14131100-6985870613700263211?l=nonexistentego.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14131100/posts/default/6985870613700263211'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14131100/posts/default/6985870613700263211'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nonexistentego.blogspot.com/2008/09/incomplete.html' title='Incomplete'/><author><name>Hannah B. Reyno</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zE5Iztv78mw/SVby5UnGkWI/AAAAAAAAAJA/FcRFugsBLUE/S220/DSC_0087+(2).JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zE5Iztv78mw/SM1gxP9nC2I/AAAAAAAAAEs/mpfMoYmtC4E/s72-c/Strawberry.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14131100.post-1136564250526420849</id><published>2008-09-14T01:29:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2011-04-14T23:10:06.963+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Lagpas-Ulap</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Having an outstanding support system would be admirable, but having someone to disparage or to demote you… Well, whatever.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;“Bilib ako sa guts mo, pero hindi mo kakayanin.”&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;The one who told me the quoted was one of the survivors who tried to conquer a mountain when the national weather bureau's prediction of fair weather turned to be fallacious. There was a typhoon, man!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;So perhaps I cannot, but sooner or later I will. Oh throw me down real hard and let me fall, I’ll just bounce back harder and higher.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I’m not making an exaggerated show of emotions. In point of fact, my father’s companion who is a mountaineer was just attempting to demote me. Despondently, he did not come up to scratch. Hahaha :) Sorry na lang, but I’m all ready. Although it was not said earnestly, I’ll prove him wide of the mark.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Kahit ano, kaya ko. Kung hindi man, kakayanin ko, kaya kung ano pa man yan, kaya ko talaga yan! Walang imposible sa'kin. Lahat posible. Lahat, YAKANG YAKA! PANIS!!! HAHAHA :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Someday, I'll conquer that regarded to as toughest and meanest mountain, Mt. Halcon! :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 85%;"&gt;"Even though I knew he wasn't going to be there, I still hoped." -Twilight&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14131100-1136564250526420849?l=nonexistentego.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14131100/posts/default/1136564250526420849'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14131100/posts/default/1136564250526420849'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nonexistentego.blogspot.com/2008/09/lagpas-ulap.html' title='Lagpas-Ulap'/><author><name>Hannah B. Reyno</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zE5Iztv78mw/SVby5UnGkWI/AAAAAAAAAJA/FcRFugsBLUE/S220/DSC_0087+(2).JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14131100.post-3630104115792679521</id><published>2008-09-13T12:10:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-04-14T23:11:35.368+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Twilight</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Ye’s surname in Multiply is Cullen since May or June 2008? I’m unable to have off pat since who knows when, and I’m incapable in understanding why Cullen when she is in fact a Gumabao. Yani has been publishing posts on her blog on subject of the saga, and a LOT have been responding to and republishing it. Acutely, a rage it is.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Obviously, I am awfully behindhand with this vogue. It's just currently that I've been exposed to how divine Edward Cullen may well be, which reaches to a closing argument of me, well, jointly with a number of blockmates and friends, being a hopeless romantic. Being such is to a certain extent electrifying, for the reason that I search out to dream silly dreams. HAHAHA :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Lunch time! I’ll draw to a close to this soon after.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;“He was there, a foot away from me, every day. I watched him sometimes, unable to stop myself.”&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14131100-3630104115792679521?l=nonexistentego.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14131100/posts/default/3630104115792679521'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14131100/posts/default/3630104115792679521'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nonexistentego.blogspot.com/2008/09/twilight.html' title='Twilight'/><author><name>Hannah B. Reyno</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zE5Iztv78mw/SVby5UnGkWI/AAAAAAAAAJA/FcRFugsBLUE/S220/DSC_0087+(2).JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14131100.post-1106382070832347556</id><published>2008-09-01T23:24:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-01T23:27:41.350+08:00</updated><title type='text'>STRESSED</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Am I? I was on no account receptive to this condition, for the reason that I suppose I’m at ease and in high spirits in every way, and there’s no means that I am.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;My blockmate/friend Rajiv opened the subject matter, because I’m constantly having an upset stomach. He said, “…baka kasi marami ka masyadong ginagawa.”&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;If this is justly what they term as stress, then let’s seek out on how to relieve stress! &lt;span style="font-family:Wingdings;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;:)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;ul type="disc"&gt;&lt;li class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;Exercise. Regular exercise is one of the best ways to      manage stress. Walking is a great way to get started.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;Write. It can help to write about the things that are      bothering you. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;Let your feelings out. Talk, laugh, cry, and express      anger when you need to. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;Do something you enjoy. A hobby can help you relax.      Volunteer work or work that helps others can be a great stress reliever. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;Learn ways to relax your body. This can include breathing      exercises, muscle relaxation exercises, massage, aromatherapy, yoga, or      relaxing exercises like tai chi and qi gong. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;Focus on the present. Try meditation, imagery      exercises, or self-hypnosis. Listen to relaxing music. Try to look for the      humor in life. Laughter really can be the best medicine. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14131100-1106382070832347556?l=nonexistentego.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14131100/posts/default/1106382070832347556'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14131100/posts/default/1106382070832347556'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nonexistentego.blogspot.com/2008/09/stressed.html' title='STRESSED'/><author><name>Hannah B. Reyno</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zE5Iztv78mw/SVby5UnGkWI/AAAAAAAAAJA/FcRFugsBLUE/S220/DSC_0087+(2).JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14131100.post-3470634986671459431</id><published>2008-08-28T13:11:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-28T13:17:08.410+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='underwater'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='camera'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='metro manila'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='philippines'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='rent'/><title type='text'>Underwater Camera for RENT!</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span class="insertedphoto"&gt;&lt;span class="insertedphoto"&gt;&lt;span class="insertedphoto"&gt;&lt;span class="insertedphoto"&gt;&lt;span class="insertedphoto"&gt;&lt;span class="insertedphoto"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;People looking for an underwater fun MUST capture all the underwater goodness. &lt;p&gt;&lt;span class="insertedphoto"&gt;&lt;span class="insertedphoto"&gt;&lt;span class="insertedphoto"&gt;&lt;span class="insertedphoto"&gt;&lt;span class="insertedphoto"&gt;A decent underwater camera complete with strobe and wide-angle lens is not cheap, so I say, you rent, from me! I have a SeaLife DC600 Elite Set. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span class="insertedphoto"&gt;&lt;span class="insertedphoto"&gt;&lt;span class="insertedphoto"&gt;&lt;span class="insertedphoto"&gt;&lt;span class="insertedphoto"&gt;For only &lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;P500/day&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; or &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;P2500/week&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;memories last a lifetime&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span class="insertedphoto"&gt;&lt;span class="insertedphoto"&gt;&lt;span class="insertedphoto"&gt;&lt;span class="insertedphoto"&gt;&lt;span class="insertedphoto"&gt;OH YEAH! :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span class="insertedphoto"&gt;&lt;span class="insertedphoto"&gt;&lt;span class="insertedphoto"&gt;&lt;span class="insertedphoto"&gt;&lt;span class="insertedphoto"&gt;Or might as well buy it for a whopping&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;PHP45,000!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span class="insertedphoto"&gt;&lt;span class="insertedphoto"&gt;&lt;span class="insertedphoto"&gt;&lt;span class="insertedphoto"&gt;&lt;span class="insertedphoto"&gt;&lt;span class="insertedphoto"&gt;&lt;span class="insertedphoto"&gt;I'm being an inactive diver, so you might as well rent it. I know you want to. I want your money, too. HAHAHA so if you rent from me and I'll have some of your money, we'll both be happy. A happy-happy situation it is! HAHAHA :D &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span class="insertedphoto"&gt;&lt;span class="insertedphoto"&gt;&lt;span class="insertedphoto"&gt;&lt;span class="insertedphoto"&gt;&lt;span class="insertedphoto"&gt;&lt;img class="alignmiddleb" src="http://images.hannahthegreat.multiply.com/image/1/photos/upload/300x300/SLYosgoKCCsAABT9ClI1/SL168.jpg?et=H2oBg%2CPPjbh%2BTFKhSMS0bw&amp;amp;nmid=0" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span class="insertedphoto"&gt;&lt;span class="insertedphoto"&gt;&lt;span class="insertedphoto"&gt;&lt;span class="insertedphoto"&gt;&lt;span class="insertedphoto"&gt;&lt;span class="insertedphoto"&gt;&lt;span class="insertedphoto"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span class="insertedphoto"&gt;&lt;span class="insertedphoto"&gt;&lt;span class="insertedphoto"&gt;&lt;span class="insertedphoto"&gt;&lt;span class="insertedphoto"&gt;&lt;span class="insertedphoto"&gt;&lt;img class="alignmiddleb" src="http://images.hannahthegreat.multiply.com/image/1/photos/upload/300x300/SLYiFgoKCCsAAGtr5ts1/dc600-back.jpg?et=WPQyHw8PFN44jzQ6HlASDA&amp;amp;nmid=0" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span class="insertedphoto"&gt;&lt;span class="insertedphoto"&gt;&lt;span class="insertedphoto"&gt;&lt;span class="insertedphoto"&gt;&lt;span class="insertedphoto"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span class="insertedphoto"&gt;&lt;span class="insertedphoto"&gt;&lt;span class="insertedphoto"&gt;&lt;span class="insertedphoto"&gt;&lt;img class="alignmiddleb" src="http://images.hannahthegreat.multiply.com/image/1/photos/upload/300x300/SLYhyAoKCCsAAGDajJM1/wide-angle-220.jpg?et=tWHAv1uriUXc9KexpsMZAQ&amp;amp;nmid=0" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span class="insertedphoto"&gt;&lt;span class="insertedphoto"&gt;&lt;span class="insertedphoto"&gt;&lt;img class="alignmiddleb" src="http://images.hannahthegreat.multiply.com/image/1/photos/upload/300x300/SLYhrwoKCCsAAGA6gbo1/softcase.jpg?et=Aorc3bShAR1JOzLE8gheAA&amp;amp;nmid=0" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Includes:&lt;/p&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li class="list"&gt;DC600 6.1 mp camera – (SL160) &lt;li class="list"&gt;SL960D Digital Flash &lt;li class="list"&gt;Wide Angle Lens - 24 mm - (SL970) &lt;li class="list"&gt;Lens Dock - (SL972) &lt;li class="list"&gt;Flash Links - (SL962) &lt;li class="list"&gt;SeaLife Soft Elite Case&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p class="list"&gt;***Meet ups can be arranged roundabout Metro Manila, Philippines only. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="list"&gt;***E-mail me at &lt;a href="mailto:hannahreyno@gmail.com"&gt;hannahreyno@gmail.com&lt;/a&gt; if interested. Thank you. :)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14131100-3470634986671459431?l=nonexistentego.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14131100/posts/default/3470634986671459431'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14131100/posts/default/3470634986671459431'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nonexistentego.blogspot.com/2008/08/underwater-camera-for-rent.html' title='Underwater Camera for RENT!'/><author><name>Hannah B. Reyno</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zE5Iztv78mw/SVby5UnGkWI/AAAAAAAAAJA/FcRFugsBLUE/S220/DSC_0087+(2).JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14131100.post-2277134166972472671</id><published>2008-08-25T19:52:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-30T12:33:16.382+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Trust</title><content type='html'>Trust is a complex word, not just a word, but a verb. Without my parents’ reliance, I am a zilch. It’s a serious defeat that’s why I’m effortfully endeavoring my very greatest to earn it. Redundant, eh? It’s to a certain extent expensive, I know. I just truly really necessitate their confidence in and reliance on me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Complex it is because it was inequitably weighed. I ought not to have their misgivings and doubts. I’m an injured party at this point. Yet again, it is complex, so what further can I carry out than to earn it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But it was my mistake, too. I was being stubborn and unrestrained, and they were just being caring. Faults are back on me, so I’m truly sorry.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14131100-2277134166972472671?l=nonexistentego.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14131100/posts/default/2277134166972472671'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14131100/posts/default/2277134166972472671'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nonexistentego.blogspot.com/2008/08/trust.html' title='Trust'/><author><name>Hannah B. Reyno</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zE5Iztv78mw/SVby5UnGkWI/AAAAAAAAAJA/FcRFugsBLUE/S220/DSC_0087+(2).JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14131100.post-7382764354578615505</id><published>2008-08-21T15:38:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-22T07:35:18.424+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sweet &amp; Yummy World</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;The past few days have been tough, disturbing even. Elaborating that friend's drug issue wouldn’t be a choice to be taken. I just seek to share a realization, and it’s concerning how beautiful the world is. In point of fact, I’ve been realizing it over and over again, in different ways, in different modes.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;So a moment ago, I was on my way returning to home. I rode and traveled as passenger in a jeepney, then came after me a family of two women, three kids and grandma, a blind grandma. It was the old lady’s birthday. I can see in her eyes that she’s incredibly really happy. She put in the picture stories of her childhood. Okay, you may state I was eavesdropping, but I just can’t help not to listen in. She was giggling and chuckling with her grandkids all the way to their point of drop. When one of the women said para, I addressed the old lady a greeting of happy birthday and she smiled back at me, then she raised to one of his grandkids to hand over some of their lollipops to me. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;I realized that if a disabled lady could be happy even if she’s not getting any younger, then why can’t I be? Seating in a jeepney with that family even for a while, I can say that they were wrapped with love. I felt a great deal of love within that little space, and to consider that this world is billion times larger than that breathing space, then the love that I’m feeling now is a diminutive of all the love in the world! Top it all off with one sweet lollipop, oh this world is truly sweet, and yummy, too! :))&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Thank you God for re-establishing my disposition. Really, my stances the last few days were scornful and distrustful of human nature, so thank you, thank you. :))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Wingdings;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:+0;"&gt;&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/14131100-7382764354578615505?l=nonexistentego.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14131100/posts/default/7382764354578615505'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14131100/posts/default/7382764354578615505'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nonexistentego.blogspot.com/2008/08/sweet-yummy-world.html' title='Sweet &amp; Yummy World'/><author><name>Hannah B. Reyno</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zE5Iztv78mw/SVby5UnGkWI/AAAAAAAAAJA/FcRFugsBLUE/S220/DSC_0087+(2).JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14131100.post-4220344453544716573</id><published>2008-08-17T01:43:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-17T19:03:00.866+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Asa</title><content type='html'>Humingi ako ng sign kay God na sana kung hindi man mangyayari ang pinakaaasam-asam ko, sana hindi ko na ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ayun, sign granted. Pero mukhang hindi ako handa sa implikasyon ng sign na yon. Gusto ko talaga eh. Ah basta, labo. Kahit na sinagot na ni God tanong ko, at kahit medyo umiiwas na ako, ayun, umaasa pa rin. HAHAHA&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fcuk :(&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14131100-4220344453544716573?l=nonexistentego.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14131100/posts/default/4220344453544716573'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14131100/posts/default/4220344453544716573'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nonexistentego.blogspot.com/2008/08/asa.html' title='Asa'/><author><name>Hannah B. Reyno</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zE5Iztv78mw/SVby5UnGkWI/AAAAAAAAAJA/FcRFugsBLUE/S220/DSC_0087+(2).JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14131100.post-2581550524656450964</id><published>2008-08-14T19:04:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-14T19:10:20.145+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Wishing &amp; Waiting</title><content type='html'>The title says entire of it, so yeah, I pray so hard for this.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14131100-2581550524656450964?l=nonexistentego.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14131100/posts/default/2581550524656450964'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14131100/posts/default/2581550524656450964'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nonexistentego.blogspot.com/2008/08/wishing-waiting.html' title='Wishing &amp; Waiting'/><author><name>Hannah B. Reyno</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zE5Iztv78mw/SVby5UnGkWI/AAAAAAAAAJA/FcRFugsBLUE/S220/DSC_0087+(2).JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14131100.post-5399908045011653620</id><published>2008-08-09T09:20:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-09T09:44:34.671+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Morning :)</title><content type='html'>What makes you happy in the morning?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've got a night programme in school, so when I stir up in the first light, and stumble on no one apart from our maids and dogs, this composes and completes my day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5232324813466933026" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zE5Iztv78mw/SJzzsiAolyI/AAAAAAAAAEg/Ar2jTB2x5jw/s320/DSC_0369.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;EGGS are mere ecstasy. It really is intensely delightful!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I love its protein goodness. :)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I always fry and eat three eggs in the morning from the time when I was a senior in high school, and it by no means fail to make me HAPPY, EXTREMELY HAPPY! :))&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Hayy, I LOVE YOU EGGS!  :))&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14131100-5399908045011653620?l=nonexistentego.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14131100/posts/default/5399908045011653620'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14131100/posts/default/5399908045011653620'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nonexistentego.blogspot.com/2008/08/happy-morning.html' title='Happy Morning :)'/><author><name>Hannah B. Reyno</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zE5Iztv78mw/SVby5UnGkWI/AAAAAAAAAJA/FcRFugsBLUE/S220/DSC_0087+(2).JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zE5Iztv78mw/SJzzsiAolyI/AAAAAAAAAEg/Ar2jTB2x5jw/s72-c/DSC_0369.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14131100.post-7978804226193425862</id><published>2008-08-07T14:42:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-07T14:43:01.664+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Save &amp; Destroy</title><content type='html'>I came to the rescue of a man last night. Oh yes, I saved him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But, I, as well, made a complete wreckage of another man's life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I should feel brave and chivalrous just by that gallant rescue attempt, but I don't.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel higly offensive and reprehensible.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I did not only break the other man's arm, but I pierced his skin and made an open fracture out of it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With just one strike, I caused him severe injury.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I believe that I did what's right, but I feel wrong.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14131100-7978804226193425862?l=nonexistentego.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14131100/posts/default/7978804226193425862'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14131100/posts/default/7978804226193425862'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nonexistentego.blogspot.com/2008/08/save-destroy.html' title='Save &amp; Destroy'/><author><name>Hannah B. Reyno</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zE5Iztv78mw/SVby5UnGkWI/AAAAAAAAAJA/FcRFugsBLUE/S220/DSC_0087+(2).JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14131100.post-1891826606999123858</id><published>2008-08-04T22:02:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-04T22:06:16.850+08:00</updated><title type='text'>BEIJING OLYMPICS</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Three more days to go! :))&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://en.beijing2008.cn/en.shtml"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://images.beijing-2008.org/20070509/Img214070082.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; When I look in your eyes &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I can feel the butterflies &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Could you find a love in me &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Could you carve me in a tree &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Don't fill my heart with lies &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I will you love when you're blue &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Tell me darlin' true &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;What am I to you &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14131100-1891826606999123858?l=nonexistentego.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14131100/posts/default/1891826606999123858'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14131100/posts/default/1891826606999123858'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nonexistentego.blogspot.com/2008/08/beijing-olympics.html' title='BEIJING OLYMPICS'/><author><name>Hannah B. Reyno</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zE5Iztv78mw/SVby5UnGkWI/AAAAAAAAAJA/FcRFugsBLUE/S220/DSC_0087+(2).JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14131100.post-5638524183305846759</id><published>2008-08-04T15:25:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-04T15:45:27.683+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Gawi Tuwing Ika-5 ng Umaga</title><content type='html'>May sugat ako sa bawat paa na sobrang hapdi. Hindi naman ito kalakihan, pero mahapdi nga, masakit, kumikirot. Gusto ko yumagyag. Marami kasi akong nakain kagabi, umuulan e. Hahaha koneksyon? E basta masarap kumain habang nakikinig sa patak ng ulan, di ba? Hayun, kailangan ko malamang magsunog ng taba. Ang puwersa na yumagyag at tumakbo ay nandiyan nanaman.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nagsimulang tumakbo, at pasakit nang pasakit ang sugat. Lumalala ang laki, hanggang sa dumating sa puntong nagdurugo na ang mga ito.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pero ayokong huminto, ayokong sumuko. Paki ko kung mapula na ang mga medyas ko? Gusto ko lang tumakbo pa nang tumakbo, kaya naman takbo pa, takbo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Humantong sa panahon na nawala ang sakit. Minanhid na siguro ang paa ko non. Napakasarap na pakiramdam na malusog ang pangangatawan at walang anumang sakit na nadarama, kaya hayun, pasalamat sa itaas. Lalo naman akong ginanahang tumakbo, hanggang sa umabot na ako sa higit na siyamnapung minutos at nakaramdam ng patak ng ulan at kapaguran. Balik sa bahay, at itinuloy ang pagtulog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ngayon naman, lakas ng hangin. Masarap magmuni-muni at magnilay-nilay. Ganda ng klima. Buti na lang isa akong Pinay! Pinanganak ako sa Pilipinas! Ganda kasi ng lokasyon natin e. Wala akong masabi. Yabang Pinoy! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ang totoo niyan, sa aking pagkakaalam, may gusto akong kalimutan kanina kaya hindi ako nagpapatigil sa sakit ng mga sugat. Hindi ko naman maalala kung anuman 'yon ngayon. Kung anuman  'yon, buti nakalimutan ko na. May gusto nga ba akong kalimutan, o driven lang talaga ako? Basta sobrang saya ko dahil mahina memorya ko. Kahit minsan bagsak ako sa mga pagsusulit, dahilan ng kahinaan ng memorya, wala akong paki. Mabilis akong makalimot ng masasamang bagay o pangyayari. Basta masaya ako, 'yun na 'yon! Sarap mabuhay. :))&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14131100-5638524183305846759?l=nonexistentego.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14131100/posts/default/5638524183305846759'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14131100/posts/default/5638524183305846759'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nonexistentego.blogspot.com/2008/08/ika-5-ng-umaga.html' title='Gawi Tuwing Ika-5 ng Umaga'/><author><name>Hannah B. Reyno</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zE5Iztv78mw/SVby5UnGkWI/AAAAAAAAAJA/FcRFugsBLUE/S220/DSC_0087+(2).JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14131100.post-530610819505375901</id><published>2008-08-01T09:03:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-30T13:57:12.610+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Crystal Clear</title><content type='html'>&lt;blockquote&gt;You may not have heard me speak to you that I love you, but the way that I look into your eyes, the way I smile when you pass by, and the way that my heart feels when you are near, all speaks of what best describes the love that I feel.&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14131100-530610819505375901?l=nonexistentego.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14131100/posts/default/530610819505375901'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14131100/posts/default/530610819505375901'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nonexistentego.blogspot.com/2008/08/crystal-clear.html' title='Crystal Clear'/><author><name>Hannah B. Reyno</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zE5Iztv78mw/SVby5UnGkWI/AAAAAAAAAJA/FcRFugsBLUE/S220/DSC_0087+(2).JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14131100.post-554861251541966031</id><published>2008-07-23T23:23:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-23T23:47:02.668+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sounds of Grief</title><content type='html'>History is destined and doomed to repeat itself, huh. O God, heal all sick, heal my friend. I have a feeling of aversion, if to part with a friend yet again. :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I indited this five years past. Here it goes...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I set upright before you&lt;br /&gt;As sun rises anew&lt;br /&gt;Feeling bitter, feeling blue&lt;br /&gt;Voiceless on what to say, debilitated on what to do&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How unjust is this world&lt;br /&gt;It makes my faith swirled&lt;br /&gt;How can I hark back to the past&lt;br /&gt;When everything is impossible to last&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm beginning to bear hate&lt;br /&gt;Because I'm aware it's done by the cruel fate&lt;br /&gt;Because there's no more staying up late&lt;br /&gt;Up to 5, 6, 7 or 8&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, you're just in front of me&lt;br /&gt;But the fact that I just couldn't see&lt;br /&gt;Pushes and urges me to set you free&lt;br /&gt;Even deep in thought I'm not ready&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It seems soon enough to bother&lt;br /&gt;About our friendship being over&lt;br /&gt;And certainly not did I wonder&lt;br /&gt;That you'd now be six feet under&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How stupid of you not to take caution&lt;br /&gt;We already told you about control and prevention&lt;br /&gt;You know it's fatal when in motion&lt;br /&gt;Especially having alcohol consumption&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But you were not the only one who should pay&lt;br /&gt;Shouldn't others too pass away?&lt;br /&gt;What can I say&lt;br /&gt;What an unearthly place to stay&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You died without even weeping goodbye&lt;br /&gt;I question myself if this is a fcuking lie&lt;br /&gt;While I'm starting to cry&lt;br /&gt;May your soul soar up high&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sooner or later I will flee&lt;br /&gt;Each other, we will see&lt;br /&gt;But as for the moment, it's a mystery&lt;br /&gt;How it settled as a catastrophe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As dusk winds down my day&lt;br /&gt;I close my eyes and to myself I say&lt;br /&gt;In our hearts you'll forevermore stay&lt;br /&gt;Even when you're a great distance away&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;May all of your time be spent&lt;br /&gt;In a place where heartaches mend&lt;br /&gt;With angels and saints you blend&lt;br /&gt;After all, you were a lovely friend&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14131100-554861251541966031?l=nonexistentego.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14131100/posts/default/554861251541966031'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14131100/posts/default/554861251541966031'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nonexistentego.blogspot.com/2008/07/sounds-of-grief.html' title='Sounds of Grief'/><author><name>Hannah B. Reyno</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zE5Iztv78mw/SVby5UnGkWI/AAAAAAAAAJA/FcRFugsBLUE/S220/DSC_0087+(2).JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14131100.post-8883266969016520905</id><published>2008-07-23T00:00:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-23T00:06:26.499+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Panaginip</title><content type='html'>Bakit napakalayo mo sa katotohanan? Parang ayaw na kitang paniwalaan. Pero salamat pa rin sa naibigay mong kaligayahan. :))&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14131100-8883266969016520905?l=nonexistentego.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14131100/posts/default/8883266969016520905'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14131100/posts/default/8883266969016520905'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nonexistentego.blogspot.com/2008/07/panaginip.html' title='Panaginip'/><author><name>Hannah B. Reyno</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zE5Iztv78mw/SVby5UnGkWI/AAAAAAAAAJA/FcRFugsBLUE/S220/DSC_0087+(2).JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14131100.post-4332007642565955454</id><published>2008-07-20T23:48:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T02:03:33.625+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Ang Gabi'y Malamig</title><content type='html'>Looky at our very biggy mangooeyyyy! It's the size of my very pretty face! HAHAHA it tastes good, too! I lalalaloooove it! :))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zE5Iztv78mw/SINeqDCG9DI/AAAAAAAAAEY/Q5MdWYaHsuM/s1600-h/DSC_0316.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zE5Iztv78mw/SINeqDCG9DI/AAAAAAAAAEY/Q5MdWYaHsuM/s320/DSC_0316.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5225124069141574706" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I'll steal your heart tonight. No, you can't fight it. :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14131100-4332007642565955454?l=nonexistentego.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14131100/posts/default/4332007642565955454'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14131100/posts/default/4332007642565955454'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nonexistentego.blogspot.com/2008/07/ang-gabiy-malamig.html' title='Ang Gabi&apos;y Malamig'/><author><name>Hannah B. Reyno</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zE5Iztv78mw/SVby5UnGkWI/AAAAAAAAAJA/FcRFugsBLUE/S220/DSC_0087+(2).JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zE5Iztv78mw/SINeqDCG9DI/AAAAAAAAAEY/Q5MdWYaHsuM/s72-c/DSC_0316.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14131100.post-7584847470514827250</id><published>2008-07-17T12:36:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T02:03:34.704+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Rice Pasta in Chili :D</title><content type='html'>Walang magawa, kaya heto, luto na lang nang luto! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zE5Iztv78mw/SH7OAORP3SI/AAAAAAAAADw/wwyjJz9NLsQ/s1600-h/DSC_0304.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zE5Iztv78mw/SH7OAORP3SI/AAAAAAAAADw/wwyjJz9NLsQ/s320/DSC_0304.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5223839121022115106" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zE5Iztv78mw/SH7OAWwyffI/AAAAAAAAAD4/Ns7FRVEQK_k/s1600-h/DSC_0303.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zE5Iztv78mw/SH7OAWwyffI/AAAAAAAAAD4/Ns7FRVEQK_k/s320/DSC_0303.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5223839123301891570" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zE5Iztv78mw/SH7OAiUcGmI/AAAAAAAAAEA/ood-Fkg8C1E/s1600-h/DSC_0308.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zE5Iztv78mw/SH7OAiUcGmI/AAAAAAAAAEA/ood-Fkg8C1E/s320/DSC_0308.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5223839126404209250" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zE5Iztv78mw/SH7OBU65i1I/AAAAAAAAAEI/jjsIelEFwFI/s1600-h/DSC_0309.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zE5Iztv78mw/SH7OBU65i1I/AAAAAAAAAEI/jjsIelEFwFI/s320/DSC_0309.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5223839139987295058" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zE5Iztv78mw/SH7OB_2M_LI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/9ajx7W_r7ck/s1600-h/DSC_0311.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zE5Iztv78mw/SH7OB_2M_LI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/9ajx7W_r7ck/s320/DSC_0311.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5223839151510322354" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14131100-7584847470514827250?l=nonexistentego.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14131100/posts/default/7584847470514827250'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14131100/posts/default/7584847470514827250'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nonexistentego.blogspot.com/2008/07/rice-pasta-in-chili-d.html' title='Rice Pasta in Chili :D'/><author><name>Hannah B. Reyno</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zE5Iztv78mw/SVby5UnGkWI/AAAAAAAAAJA/FcRFugsBLUE/S220/DSC_0087+(2).JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zE5Iztv78mw/SH7OAORP3SI/AAAAAAAAADw/wwyjJz9NLsQ/s72-c/DSC_0304.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14131100.post-1469731128616793238</id><published>2008-07-16T08:43:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-16T08:48:07.836+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Doctor in our Family</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Oh my, I'm immensely and enthusiastically interested to be presented to somebody! My uncle has a child born out of wedlock, and having been notified that he’s medically qualified and licensed, emotions of wonder, incredulity and respect in me muddled up. I am definitely proud, swollen with pride that he’s a Reyno! Accept or refuse to accept, our family has subjects of concern and matters of disputes. To elucidate, I’ve got distant relatives who are to a great extent reliant and have unclear bearing in life. Sorry a propos to that certain cousins, but won’t you generate your self-directed life plan? Grow up, and get a life!&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;I’m in great faith hoping to get involved in an extremely friendly and affectionate connection with my anonymous cousin soon! :))&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Cousin, stop putting yourself out of our sight, reveal yourself. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14131100-1469731128616793238?l=nonexistentego.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14131100/posts/default/1469731128616793238'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14131100/posts/default/1469731128616793238'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nonexistentego.blogspot.com/2008/07/doctor-in-our-family.html' title='Doctor in our Family'/><author><name>Hannah B. Reyno</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zE5Iztv78mw/SVby5UnGkWI/AAAAAAAAAJA/FcRFugsBLUE/S220/DSC_0087+(2).JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14131100.post-7156177490165256678</id><published>2008-07-10T23:20:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-30T12:35:21.905+08:00</updated><title type='text'>RIGHT ON!</title><content type='html'>from &lt;a href="http://twofaced.multiply.com/"&gt;KrisDab or KatDab&lt;/a&gt;? HAHAHA still confused about the twins :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have you ever noticed that the worst way to miss someone is when they are right beside you? &lt;u&gt;And yet you can't have them.&lt;/u&gt; But when the moment you can't feel them under your fingertips, you miss them?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have you ever wondered which one hurts the most? &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Saying something and wishing you had not, or saying nothing and wishing you had? &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess the most important things are the hardest things to say. They are the things you get ashamed of because words diminish them. Words shrink things that seemed timeless when they were in your head to no more than a living size when they are brought out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't be afraid to tell someone you love them. If you do, they might break your heart. But if you don't, you might break theirs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your heart decides whom it likes and whom it doesn't. You can't tell your heart what to do: It does it on its own. When you least expect it, or even when you don't want to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have you ever wanted to love someone with everything you had, but that other person was too afraid to let you?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Too many of us stay walled&lt;/em&gt;, because we are too afraid to care too much or fear that the other person does not care as much, or not at all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Have you ever loved someone and they have no idea whatsoever?&lt;/strong&gt; Or fell for your best friend in the entire world, and sat around and watched him fall for someone else?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have you ever denied your feelings for someone because your fear of rejection was too hard to handle?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We tell lies when we are afraid. Afraid of what we don't know; afraid of what others think; afraid of what will be found out about us. But every time we tell a lie, the thing we fear grows stronger. Life is all about risks. It requires us to jump. &lt;u&gt;Don't be the person who has to look back and wonder what they would have, or could have had.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;No one waits forever.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14131100-7156177490165256678?l=nonexistentego.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14131100/posts/default/7156177490165256678'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14131100/posts/default/7156177490165256678'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nonexistentego.blogspot.com/2008/07/im-walled.html' title='RIGHT ON!'/><author><name>Hannah B. Reyno</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zE5Iztv78mw/SVby5UnGkWI/AAAAAAAAAJA/FcRFugsBLUE/S220/DSC_0087+(2).JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14131100.post-5195213574419832380</id><published>2008-07-09T13:02:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-21T00:06:50.793+08:00</updated><title type='text'>NAMASAHE KA NA BA?</title><content type='html'>Taas na naman ng singkwenta sentimos ang minimum sa jeep, noh!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PHP8.50 na simula ngayong darating na Biyernes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hirap na talaga ng buhay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kahabag-habag.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14131100-5195213574419832380?l=nonexistentego.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14131100/posts/default/5195213574419832380'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14131100/posts/default/5195213574419832380'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nonexistentego.blogspot.com/2008/07/namasahe-ka-na-ba.html' title='NAMASAHE KA NA BA?'/><author><name>Hannah B. Reyno</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zE5Iztv78mw/SVby5UnGkWI/AAAAAAAAAJA/FcRFugsBLUE/S220/DSC_0087+(2).JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14131100.post-7757339695332316622</id><published>2008-07-07T02:03:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-30T12:40:29.276+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Bilog ang Mundo</title><content type='html'>Nang ako'y tumatawid ng tulay sa Katipunan, isang bata ang lumapit sa akin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Ate, pera.&lt;/span&gt; Sabay dukwang.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wala akong naibigay. Pangit kasi ng aura niya. Kumbaga pakiramdam ko sa bisyo niya 'yon gagamitin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tuloy ako sa paglalakad. Huminto siya, pero lakad pa rin ako. Biglang siyang sumigaw.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Babaliktad din ng mundo!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Babaliktad nga ba?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bumaliktad man, ibabalik at ibabalik ko rin yan sa tunay niyang ayos.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14131100-7757339695332316622?l=nonexistentego.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14131100/posts/default/7757339695332316622'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14131100/posts/default/7757339695332316622'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nonexistentego.blogspot.com/2008/07/bilog-ang-mundo.html' title='Bilog ang Mundo'/><author><name>Hannah B. Reyno</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zE5Iztv78mw/SVby5UnGkWI/AAAAAAAAAJA/FcRFugsBLUE/S220/DSC_0087+(2).JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14131100.post-1980049946559728974</id><published>2008-07-06T01:41:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-06T01:46:00.881+08:00</updated><title type='text'>At the Touch of Love</title><content type='html'>...one becomes a poet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Kung sa panaginip mo lang bibigkasin &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Ang pag-ibig mo sa akin &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Kasabay ng yakap, halik at konting lambing &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Pucha, ayoko nang magising. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Dalawang magkaibang mundo, anong pipiliin mo?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Napapagod din ako, kala mo. :( Get mo? HAHAHA labo. :)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;HAHAHAHA SARAP MABUHAY! :)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;And as I lay me down tonight, I close my eyes, what a beautiful sight. :) -Jason Mraz in Sleeping to Dream :))&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14131100-1980049946559728974?l=nonexistentego.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14131100/posts/default/1980049946559728974'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14131100/posts/default/1980049946559728974'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nonexistentego.blogspot.com/2008/07/at-touch-of-love_06.html' title='At the Touch of Love'/><author><name>Hannah B. Reyno</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zE5Iztv78mw/SVby5UnGkWI/AAAAAAAAAJA/FcRFugsBLUE/S220/DSC_0087+(2).JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14131100.post-2452268433743405496</id><published>2008-06-29T19:12:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-29T19:23:53.664+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Healthy Lifestyle :))</title><content type='html'>c/o &lt;a href="http://nicape.multiply.com/"&gt;NicaPe&lt;/a&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Reasons for sleeping and waking up early.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Evening at 9 - 11pm: is the time for eliminating unnecessary/ toxic chemicals (detoxification) from the antibody system (lymph nodes). This time duration should be spent by relaxing or listening to music. If during this time a housewife is still in an unrelaxed state such as washing the dishes or monitoring children doing their homework, this will have a negative impact on health.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Evening at 11pm - 1am: is the detoxification process in the liver, and ideally should be done in a deep sleep state.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Early morning 1 - 3am: detoxification process in the gall, also ideally done in a deep sleep state.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Early morning 3 - 5am: detoxification in the lungs. Therefore there will sometimes be a severe cough for cough sufferers during this time. Since the detoxification process had reached the respiratory tract, there is no need to take cough medicine so as not to interfere with toxin removal process.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Morning 5 - 7am: detoxification in the colon, you should empty your bowel.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Morning 7 - 9am: absorption of nutrients in the small intestine, you should be having breakfast at this time. Breakfast should be earlier, before 6:30am, for those who are sick. Breakfast before 7:30am is very beneficial to those wanting to stay fit. Those who always skip breakfast, they should change their habits, and it is still better to eat breakfast late until 9 - 10am rather than no meal at all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  Sleeping so late and waking up too late will disrupt the process of removing unnecessary chemicals. Aside from that, midnight to 4:00 am is the time when the bone marrow produces blood. Therefore, have a good sleep and don't sleep late.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The top five cancer-causing foods are:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Hot dogs&lt;br /&gt;Because they are high in nitrates, the Cancer Prevention Coalition advises that children eat no more than 12 hot dogs a month. If you can't live without hot dogs, buy those made without sodium nitrate.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Processed meats and bacon&lt;br /&gt;Also high in the same sodium nitrates found in hot dogs, bacon, and other processed meats raise the risk of heart disease. The saturated fat in bacon also contributes to cancer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Doughnuts&lt;br /&gt;Doughnuts are cancer-causing double trouble. First, they are made with white flour, sugar, and hydrogenated oils, then fried at high temperatures. Doughnuts, says Adams , may be the worst food you can possibly eat to raise your risk of cancer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. French fries&lt;br /&gt;Like doughnuts, French fries are made with hydrogenated oils and then fried at high temperatures. They also contain cancer- causing acryl amides which occur during the frying process. They should be called cancer fries, not French fries, said Adams .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. Chips, crackers, and cookies&lt;br /&gt;All are usually made with white flour and sugar. Even the ones whose labels claim to be free of trans-fats generally contain small amounts of trans-fats.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BRAIN DAMAGING HABITS&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. No Breakfast&lt;br /&gt;People who do not take breakfast are going to have a lower blood sugar level.&lt;br /&gt;This leads to an insufficient supply of nutrients to the brain causing brain degeneration.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Overeating&lt;br /&gt;It causes hardening of the brain arteries, leading to a decrease in mental power.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Smoking&lt;br /&gt;It causes multiple brain shrinkage and may lead to Alzheimer disease.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. High Sugar consumption&lt;br /&gt;Too much sugar will interrupt the absorption of proteins and nutrients causing malnutrition and may interfere with brain development.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. Air Pollution&lt;br /&gt;The brain is the largest oxygen consumer in our body. Inhaling polluted air decreases the supply of oxygen to the brain, bringing about a decrease in brain efficiency.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. Sleep Deprivation&lt;br /&gt;Sleep allows our brain to rest. Long term deprivation from sleep will accelerate the death of brain cells.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. Head covered while sleeping&lt;br /&gt;Sleeping with the head covered increases the concentration of carbon dioxide and decrease concentration of oxygen that may lead to brain damaging effects.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. Working your brain during illness&lt;br /&gt;Working hard or studying with sickness may lead to a decrease in effectiveness of the brain as well as damage the brain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. Lacking in stimulating thoughts&lt;br /&gt;Thinking is the best way to train our brain, lacking in brain stimulation thoughts may cause brain shrinkage.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. Talking Rarely&lt;br /&gt;Intellectual conversations will promote the efficiency of the brain&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The main causes of liver damage are:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Sleeping too late and waking up too late are main cause.&lt;br /&gt;2. Not urinating in the morning.&lt;br /&gt;3. Too much eating.&lt;br /&gt;4. Skipping breakfast.&lt;br /&gt;5. Consuming too much medication.&lt;br /&gt;6. Consuming too much preservatives, additives, food coloring, and artificial sweetener.&lt;br /&gt;7. Consuming unhealthy cooking oil. As much as possible reduce cooking oil use when frying, which includes even the best cooking oils like olive oil. Do not consume fried foods when you are tired, except if the body is very fit.&lt;br /&gt;8. Consuming raw (overly done) foods also add to the burden of liver.&lt;br /&gt;Veggies should be eaten raw or cooked 3-5 parts. Fried veggies should be finished in one sitting, do not store.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14131100-2452268433743405496?l=nonexistentego.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14131100/posts/default/2452268433743405496'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14131100/posts/default/2452268433743405496'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nonexistentego.blogspot.com/2008/06/healthy-lifestyle.html' title='Healthy Lifestyle :))'/><author><name>Hannah B. Reyno</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zE5Iztv78mw/SVby5UnGkWI/AAAAAAAAAJA/FcRFugsBLUE/S220/DSC_0087+(2).JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14131100.post-774606197402416687</id><published>2008-06-29T00:21:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-06T01:38:30.947+08:00</updated><title type='text'>MAINIT</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;Sapat na akong sa araw-araw ika'y nakikita&lt;br /&gt;Mundo ko'y nagagalak at lumiligaya&lt;br /&gt;Pero pagsapit ng pag-iisa&lt;br /&gt;Walang ibang sambit kundi gustung gusto kita&lt;br /&gt;Tang ina, sana maging akin ka&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14131100-774606197402416687?l=nonexistentego.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14131100/posts/default/774606197402416687'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14131100/posts/default/774606197402416687'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nonexistentego.blogspot.com/2008/06/mainit.html' title='MAINIT'/><author><name>Hannah B. Reyno</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zE5Iztv78mw/SVby5UnGkWI/AAAAAAAAAJA/FcRFugsBLUE/S220/DSC_0087+(2).JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14131100.post-6713685071270659777</id><published>2008-06-27T00:50:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-06T01:38:41.535+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Tatlong Buwan</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;Heto nanaman, ayoko ng ganitong pakiramdam.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kagabi'y mapanglaw ang mga bituin. Bakit hindi ko nagawang maalala? Paumanhin kaibigan, pero wala akong makitang kislap sa iyong mga mata. Nasasaktan ako sa taimtim mong pagluha. Nalulungkot, nalulumbay, nawalan ako ng isang kaibigang tunay. :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tahan na, at umasang iibig pang muli.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14131100-6713685071270659777?l=nonexistentego.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14131100/posts/default/6713685071270659777'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14131100/posts/default/6713685071270659777'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nonexistentego.blogspot.com/2008/06/tatlong-buwan.html' title='Tatlong Buwan'/><author><name>Hannah B. Reyno</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zE5Iztv78mw/SVby5UnGkWI/AAAAAAAAAJA/FcRFugsBLUE/S220/DSC_0087+(2).JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14131100.post-4126585841578325724</id><published>2008-06-22T21:01:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-22T22:07:15.370+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Pick-Up Lines :D HIRIT NA!</title><content type='html'>1. Kumain ka ba ng asukal? Ang tamis kasi ng ngiti mo.&lt;br /&gt;2. I'm a bee, can you be my honey?&lt;br /&gt;3. May lahi ka bang keyboard? Type kasi kita. &lt;br /&gt;4. Papupulis kita! Ninakaw mo kasi puso ko.&lt;br /&gt;5. Are you a dictionary? Coz you add meaning to my life.&lt;br /&gt;6. I lost my number. Can I have yours?&lt;br /&gt;7. I forgot your name. Can I call you mine?&lt;br /&gt;8. Ice ka ba? Crush kita, okay lang?&lt;br /&gt;9. Sweswertihin ka sa pagibig ngayong taon, pag naging akin ka.&lt;br /&gt;10. Meralco ka ba? Pag ngumiti ka kasi may spark. &lt;br /&gt;11. Bangin ka ba? Nahulog kasi ako sa'yo.&lt;br /&gt;12. May butas ba yang puso mo? Natrap kasi ako, can't find my way out.&lt;br /&gt;13. Pustiso ka ba? Kasi I can't smile without you.&lt;br /&gt;14. Nabibingi ka na ba? Coz my heart has been screaming out your name for quite some time now.&lt;br /&gt;15. Tapos na ba ung exam mo? Para ako naman sagutin mo.&lt;br /&gt;16. Ok lang na ako ang magbayad ng tuition fee mo? Basta pag-aralan mo lang akong mahalin.&lt;br /&gt;17. Alam mo ba na scientist ako? At ikaw yung LAB ko.&lt;br /&gt;18. May lisensya ka ba? Coz you're driving me crazy. &lt;br /&gt;19. May kilala ka bang gumagawa ng relo? May sira ata relo ko. Pag ikaw kasi kasama ko, humihinto ang oras ko.&lt;br /&gt;20. Aanhin pa ang gravity, kung lagi lang akong mahuhulog sa iyo?&lt;br /&gt;21. Mahilig ka ba magluto na pancit canton? Kasi pag kasama kita, feeling ko, "LUCKY ME."&lt;br /&gt;22. Am i a bad shooter? Coz i keep on missing you.&lt;br /&gt;23. Kung posporo ka at posporo din ako, eh di MATCH tayo.&lt;br /&gt;24. Favorite subject mo ba geometry? Kasi kahit anong angle, ang cute mo.&lt;br /&gt;25. Kapag ako may tindahan, lahat ng tao bebentahan ko ng mura, sayo lang hindi, dahil sayo lang ako magmamahal.&lt;br /&gt;26. Alarm clock ka ba? Ginising mo kasi ang natutulog kong puso eh.&lt;br /&gt;27. Pwede ka bang makatabi pag may exam? Coz i feel perfect beside you.&lt;br /&gt;28. May mapa ka ba diyan? Para alam ko ang daan papunta sa puso mo.&lt;br /&gt;29. Excuse me! Miss alam mo ba yung kasabihan ng mga Pilipino?&lt;br /&gt;"Aanhin pa ang damo, kung sayo pa lang may tama na ko."&lt;br /&gt;30. Di ka ba nahihirapan sa sitwasyon natin? Hanggang friends na lang ba tayo?&lt;br /&gt;31. Kung pumanaw man ang Selyang naging irog ni Balagtas, ngayon nakita ko na ang isang (name of girl), na magbibigay sa akin ng kasiyahan o kabiguaang aking inaasam asam, (name of girl) wag mo sanang palubugin&lt;br /&gt;ang araw sa tanghaling tapat, tumingin ka sa aking mata at sabihin mong hindi mo ako mahal, at habang buhay kitang lulubayan. [DRAMA DRAMA, yo! Hahaha :)]&lt;br /&gt;32. Miss, kahoy ka ba? Sarap mo kasing sibakin. [ANG TINDI!]&lt;br /&gt;33. Pagod ka na noh? Maghapon ka na kasing tumatakbo sa isip ko.&lt;br /&gt;34. Hindi tayo tao, hindi rin tayo hayop. Bagay tayo! Bagay!&lt;br /&gt;35. Miss, your legs are like mayonnaise. They are best when spread out! [IBANG KLASE MAKAHIRIT AH!]&lt;br /&gt;36. Minamalat na nanman puso ko. Paano kasi, laging sumisigaw ng pangalan mo!&lt;br /&gt;37. Uy papicture tayo! Para ma-develop tayo!&lt;br /&gt;38. Can I take your picture? Coz i want to show Santa exactly what I want for Christmas!&lt;br /&gt;38. Centrum ka ba? Kasi you make my life complete!&lt;br /&gt;39. Pwede ba kitang maging sidecar? Kasi single kasi ako!&lt;br /&gt;40. Umutot ka ba? Kasi you blew me away! [HAHAHA YUN YUN EH!]&lt;br /&gt;41. Sana T na lang ako, para I'm always next to U.&lt;br /&gt;42. Steady ka ba? Gusto kasi kitang galawin eh.[AHOO AHOO!]&lt;br /&gt;43. Great person, ikaw yan. Great friend, ikaw rin yan. Great looks, sa'yo talaga yan. Great heart, sa'yo pa rin yan. Great taste, sobra ka na. KAPE na yan.&lt;br /&gt;44. Ms., nurse/cardiologist ka ba? Alagaan mo naman puso ko o.&lt;br /&gt;45. Aanhin pa ang alak kung sa akin pa lang, tinatamaan na sila.&lt;br /&gt;46. Siguro magaling kang mag-CPR kasi napatibok mo ulit ang puso ko!&lt;br /&gt;47. Alarm clock ka ba? Kasi ginising mo ang natutulog kong damdamin!&lt;br /&gt;48. Camera ka ba? Kasi you make me smile.&lt;br /&gt;49. Noong minahal kita, talo mo pa ang traffic sa EDSA. I CANT MOVE ON!&lt;br /&gt;50. You're like dandruff. I can't get you out of my head.&lt;br /&gt;51. Eraser ka ba? Kasi binura mo ang masasamang ala-ala ko.&lt;br /&gt;52. Pwede ba kitang maging driver? Para ikaw na magpatakbo ng buhay ko.&lt;br /&gt;52. BOY: Is this seat taken? GIRL: NO, and so am I.&lt;br /&gt;53. Is your dad a terrorist? Coz you're the BOMB baby!&lt;br /&gt;54. Excuse me, alam mo ba kung anong oras na? Tumigil kasi ang mundo nang makita kita.&lt;br /&gt;55. Nasaan ka kagabi? Wala ka kasi sa panaginip ko.&lt;br /&gt;56. Nasa impyerno na ba ako? Coz you're so HOT!&lt;br /&gt;57. Gusto ko nang mamatay, para makasama na ang anghel na tulad mo!&lt;br /&gt;58. Are you Pikachu? Because I choose you. [PIKA PIKA!]&lt;br /&gt;59. Hindi ka ba napapagod, kasi kanina ka pa takbo ng takbo sa utak ko.&lt;br /&gt;60. Napaos na naman ako sa kakasigaw ng pangalan mo.&lt;br /&gt;61. Uy, question? Can you recommend a good banker where I can make a deposit? Coz I'm planning to save all my love for you.&lt;br /&gt;62. May free time ka ba? Samahan mo naman ako sa psychiatrist. Magdala daw kasi ako ng kinababaliwan ko.&lt;br /&gt;63. Oi bukas sisingilin na kita ng renta ha, kasi matagal ka ng nakatira sa puso ko.&lt;br /&gt;64. Excuse me. Kung dederetchohin ko ba ang daan na ito, dederetcho ba ito sa puso mo?&lt;br /&gt;65. Mabilis ka siguro sa mga puzzles noh? Kasi kakasimula pa lang ng araw ko binubuo mo na.&lt;br /&gt;66. Exam ka ba? Kasi gustong gusto na kitang i-take home eh.&lt;br /&gt;67. Uy sabi ng doctor malala na daw ang sakit ko sa puso. Dalawa na lang daw ang option: either ICU or you see me.&lt;br /&gt;68. Ibibili kita ng salbabida, kasi malulunod ka sa pagmamahal ko.&lt;br /&gt;69. Naniniwala ka ba sa love at first sight, o gusto mong dumaan ulit ako?&lt;br /&gt;70. Kung bola ka at ako ang player, mashoo-shoot ba kita? Hindi, kasi lagi kitang mamimiss.&lt;br /&gt;71. Wag kang maooffend ha, pero sa tingin ko, magnanakaw ang mga magulang mo. Ninakaw lahat ng bituin sa langit at inilagay sa mga mata mo.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14131100-4126585841578325724?l=nonexistentego.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14131100/posts/default/4126585841578325724'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14131100/posts/default/4126585841578325724'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nonexistentego.blogspot.com/2008/06/pick-up-lines-d-hirit-na.html' title='Pick-Up Lines :D HIRIT NA!'/><author><name>Hannah B. Reyno</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zE5Iztv78mw/SVby5UnGkWI/AAAAAAAAAJA/FcRFugsBLUE/S220/DSC_0087+(2).JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14131100.post-6373484351531692118</id><published>2008-06-21T13:26:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-21T13:29:56.878+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Good Morning, Sunshine! :)</title><content type='html'>Life is a mixture of sunshine and rain,&lt;br /&gt;Laughter and pleasure, teardrops and rain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All days can't be bright but it's certainly true,&lt;br /&gt;There was never a cloud the sun didn't shine through.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And you'll find when you smile your day will be brighter&lt;br /&gt;And all your burdens will seem so much lighter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For each time you smile you will find it's true&lt;br /&gt;Somebody, somewhere, will smile back at you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And nothing on earth can make life more worthwhile&lt;br /&gt;Than the sunshine and warmth of a beautiful smile!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Unknown Author&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;UMAGANG KAY GANDA! :))))&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14131100-6373484351531692118?l=nonexistentego.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14131100/posts/default/6373484351531692118'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14131100/posts/default/6373484351531692118'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nonexistentego.blogspot.com/2008/06/good-morning-sunshine.html' title='Good Morning, Sunshine! :)'/><author><name>Hannah B. Reyno</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zE5Iztv78mw/SVby5UnGkWI/AAAAAAAAAJA/FcRFugsBLUE/S220/DSC_0087+(2).JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14131100.post-7991273392605974415</id><published>2008-06-18T00:41:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-18T00:48:24.334+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Bulag at Bingi</title><content type='html'>Minsan tinitingnan mo lang yung gusto mong makita,&lt;br /&gt;pinapakinggan mo lang yung gusto mong marinig.&lt;br /&gt;Bakit di mo subukan intindihin yung di mo maintindihan?&lt;br /&gt;Baka sakaling malaman mo yung dapat mong maramdaman.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yessss, isang makabuluhang pasabi. Hehehe :))&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14131100-7991273392605974415?l=nonexistentego.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14131100/posts/default/7991273392605974415'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14131100/posts/default/7991273392605974415'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nonexistentego.blogspot.com/2008/06/bulag-at-bingi.html' title='Bulag at Bingi'/><author><name>Hannah B. Reyno</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zE5Iztv78mw/SVby5UnGkWI/AAAAAAAAAJA/FcRFugsBLUE/S220/DSC_0087+(2).JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14131100.post-4147153038986770910</id><published>2008-06-08T15:42:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T02:03:35.107+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Churros</title><content type='html'>Again, first in time, and it attained honors from my family! I am indeed great! What's more to that is I do believe that my churros is of superior quality for the reason that it's not elongated and modified, but short and knotted! Beautiful, beautiful, beautiful. I'm undoubtedly a flair! Natural talent, yo! Hahaha how egocentric :))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5209419248979434706" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zE5Iztv78mw/SEuTNM2AXNI/AAAAAAAAADY/Vkv83xQOaWk/s320/DSC_1166.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zE5Iztv78mw/SEuTNul831I/AAAAAAAAADg/M_uBoYOFfQs/s1600-h/DSC_1162.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5209419258038902610" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zE5Iztv78mw/SEuTNul831I/AAAAAAAAADg/M_uBoYOFfQs/s320/DSC_1162.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14131100-4147153038986770910?l=nonexistentego.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14131100/posts/default/4147153038986770910'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14131100/posts/default/4147153038986770910'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nonexistentego.blogspot.com/2008/06/churros.html' title='Churros'/><author><name>Hannah B. Reyno</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zE5Iztv78mw/SVby5UnGkWI/AAAAAAAAAJA/FcRFugsBLUE/S220/DSC_0087+(2).JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zE5Iztv78mw/SEuTNM2AXNI/AAAAAAAAADY/Vkv83xQOaWk/s72-c/DSC_1166.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14131100.post-3539068659787424347</id><published>2008-05-28T23:53:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-29T00:14:20.869+08:00</updated><title type='text'>YES!</title><content type='html'>My time will come. :))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table class="luna-Ent" minmax_bound="true"&gt;&lt;tbody minmax_bound="true"&gt;&lt;tr minmax_bound="true"&gt;&lt;td class="dn" minmax_bound="true" valign="top"&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td minmax_bound="true" valign="top"&gt;&lt;span class="ital-inline" minmax_bound="true"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14131100-3539068659787424347?l=nonexistentego.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14131100/posts/default/3539068659787424347'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14131100/posts/default/3539068659787424347'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nonexistentego.blogspot.com/2008/05/yes.html' title='YES!'/><author><name>Hannah B. Reyno</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zE5Iztv78mw/SVby5UnGkWI/AAAAAAAAAJA/FcRFugsBLUE/S220/DSC_0087+(2).JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14131100.post-3584526856079914692</id><published>2008-05-26T19:02:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T02:03:38.263+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Worth One's While</title><content type='html'>As of these days, I do exhibit abundance in energy, I've got no role to wear down, so to everyone who has exciting undertaking, get across me, and let me come aboard. HAHAHA :))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had a happenstance to unite in company with some good old friends who are currently living at the land of the free. Happy happy time! :)) Justine, Berna &amp;amp; Elaine in the house, yo! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zE5Iztv78mw/SDqucebOI-I/AAAAAAAAADI/83oLfw3Bf7s/s1600-h/Justine.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 188px; height: 231px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zE5Iztv78mw/SDqucebOI-I/AAAAAAAAADI/83oLfw3Bf7s/s320/Justine.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5204664123606836194" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zE5Iztv78mw/SDquQObOI8I/AAAAAAAAAC4/yEruuG37KVk/s1600-h/DSC_0004.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 160px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zE5Iztv78mw/SDquQObOI8I/AAAAAAAAAC4/yEruuG37KVk/s320/DSC_0004.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5204663913153438658" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zE5Iztv78mw/SDquQebOI9I/AAAAAAAAADA/Zq5_71lPaEI/s1600-h/DSC_0017.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 168px; height: 252px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zE5Iztv78mw/SDquQebOI9I/AAAAAAAAADA/Zq5_71lPaEI/s320/DSC_0017.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5204663917448405970" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14131100-3584526856079914692?l=nonexistentego.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14131100/posts/default/3584526856079914692'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14131100/posts/default/3584526856079914692'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nonexistentego.blogspot.com/2008/05/worth-ones-while.html' title='Worth One&apos;s While'/><author><name>Hannah B. Reyno</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zE5Iztv78mw/SVby5UnGkWI/AAAAAAAAAJA/FcRFugsBLUE/S220/DSC_0087+(2).JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zE5Iztv78mw/SDqucebOI-I/AAAAAAAAADI/83oLfw3Bf7s/s72-c/Justine.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14131100.post-2994196524627878603</id><published>2008-05-15T15:59:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-15T16:14:53.401+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Overjoyed :)</title><content type='html'>Over time, I've been building my castle of love&lt;br /&gt;Just for two, though you never knew you were my reason&lt;br /&gt;I've gone much too far for you now to say&lt;br /&gt;That I've got to throw my castle away&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Over dreams, I have picked out a perfect come true&lt;br /&gt;Though you never knew it was of you I've been dreaming&lt;br /&gt;The sandman has come from too far away&lt;br /&gt;For you to say come back some other day&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And though you don't believe that they do&lt;br /&gt;They do come true&lt;br /&gt;For did my dreams&lt;br /&gt;Come true when I looked at you&lt;br /&gt;And maybe too, if you would believe&lt;br /&gt;You too might be&lt;br /&gt;Overjoyed, over loved, over me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Over hearts, I have painfully turned every stone&lt;br /&gt;Just to find, I had found what I've searched to discover&lt;br /&gt;I've come much too far for me now to find&lt;br /&gt;The love that I've sought can never be mine&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And though you don't believe that they do&lt;br /&gt;They do come true&lt;br /&gt;For did my dreams&lt;br /&gt;Come true when I looked at you&lt;br /&gt;And maybe too, if you would believe&lt;br /&gt;You too might be&lt;br /&gt;Overjoyed, over loved, over me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And though the odds say improbable&lt;br /&gt;What do they know&lt;br /&gt;For in romance&lt;br /&gt;All true love needs is a chance&lt;br /&gt;And maybe with a chance you will find&lt;br /&gt;You too like I&lt;br /&gt;Overjoyed, over loved, over you, over you&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14131100-2994196524627878603?l=nonexistentego.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14131100/posts/default/2994196524627878603'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14131100/posts/default/2994196524627878603'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nonexistentego.blogspot.com/2008/05/overjoyed.html' title='Overjoyed :)'/><author><name>Hannah B. Reyno</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zE5Iztv78mw/SVby5UnGkWI/AAAAAAAAAJA/FcRFugsBLUE/S220/DSC_0087+(2).JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14131100.post-3981607484016205074</id><published>2008-05-13T12:28:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2011-04-14T23:13:27.792+08:00</updated><title type='text'>RAMEN!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I inadvertently got in to a Korean market (Korean merchandises Jap goods, too), and came upon various ingredients that could be accounted into my ramen. First in time, and it attained honors from my family! Ooh lala! I'm GREAT! Hahaha :))&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zE5Iztv78mw/SCkekIDqr9I/AAAAAAAAACo/2Wad6i41Nos/s1600-h/DSC_0105.JPG"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5199720850762936274" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zE5Iztv78mw/SCkekIDqr9I/AAAAAAAAACo/2Wad6i41Nos/s320/DSC_0105.JPG" style="display: block; height: 171px; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; width: 256px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zE5Iztv78mw/SCkekoDqr-I/AAAAAAAAACw/RCZ_TgpKgCA/s1600-h/DSC_0108.JPG"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5199720859352870882" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zE5Iztv78mw/SCkekoDqr-I/AAAAAAAAACw/RCZ_TgpKgCA/s320/DSC_0108.JPG" style="display: block; height: 171px; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; width: 256px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14131100-3981607484016205074?l=nonexistentego.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14131100/posts/default/3981607484016205074'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14131100/posts/default/3981607484016205074'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nonexistentego.blogspot.com/2008/05/ramen.html' title='RAMEN!'/><author><name>Hannah B. Reyno</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zE5Iztv78mw/SVby5UnGkWI/AAAAAAAAAJA/FcRFugsBLUE/S220/DSC_0087+(2).JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zE5Iztv78mw/SCkekIDqr9I/AAAAAAAAACo/2Wad6i41Nos/s72-c/DSC_0105.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14131100.post-5019938745197894816</id><published>2008-05-09T14:28:00.008+08:00</published><updated>2011-04-14T23:13:45.130+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Saccharine</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;It's just previous to that I've taken the into my mouth &lt;a href="http://www.blogger.com/www.sees.com/"&gt;See's&lt;/a&gt; truffles, and oh goodness, it compelled me by fascination! Highly pleasing, I must critic. Oooh lala, favorite! :))&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zE5Iztv78mw/SCP8AV-lVLI/AAAAAAAAACg/wwwapbwHh30/s1600-h/truffles.jpg"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5198275477745521842" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zE5Iztv78mw/SCP8AV-lVLI/AAAAAAAAACg/wwwapbwHh30/s320/truffles.jpg" style="cursor: hand; display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;My lolo is as yet within the confines of the hospital. His lacking of scruples and principles disturbs me. He is invoking evil to doctors and nurses which is in truth "nakahihiya" as to what my lola give verbal account of. To reward him with sickness as he deserves is what God gives back in reciprocation to all those immoderately hazy and toxicated days and nights.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;My weight is gradually increasing, because every so often we dine out at eat-all-you-can restaurants, and as all the time, it propels me moronically! Happy happy! :)) Oh well, I'm still allayed though gaining. :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I wonder. :))&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Please &lt;a href="http://www.new7wonders.com/"&gt;vote&lt;/a&gt; for Tubbataha Reef, a marine sanctuary, as one of the new seven wonders! Oh, Chocolate Hills and Puerto Princesa Subterranean River National Park are registered as entries, too! YABANG PINOY! :))&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14131100-5019938745197894816?l=nonexistentego.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14131100/posts/default/5019938745197894816'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14131100/posts/default/5019938745197894816'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nonexistentego.blogspot.com/2008/05/saccharine.html' title='Saccharine'/><author><name>Hannah B. Reyno</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zE5Iztv78mw/SVby5UnGkWI/AAAAAAAAAJA/FcRFugsBLUE/S220/DSC_0087+(2).JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zE5Iztv78mw/SCP8AV-lVLI/AAAAAAAAACg/wwwapbwHh30/s72-c/truffles.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14131100.post-4694402286912361360</id><published>2008-04-23T15:22:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-23T16:30:30.726+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Kung Anu-Ano :D</title><content type='html'>Kahit na ang bati nila sa akin ay, "Bilog na bilog na mukha mo!", e natutuwa pa rin ako at andito na ang pamilya ko. Weeee :D Saya, sobra. Na-miss ko sila. Hehehe :D Parang less than 3 weeks lang kami nawalay eh. Haha si Nins lalong tumangkad. Si Noie ay naging lean. Si Nik naman gumwapo hahaha :D Si ate ay ganon pa rin, medyo tumaba! Aheeee :D Magulang ko naman, ganon pa rin. :D May makakasama na ako ngayon sa pagtulog. Yeyyyy :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Katatapos ko lang manood ng movie na Virgin Snow sa mysoju.com! *kiligggg* Nung una okay lang, pero nung combat part sa parking ng bike, biglang gumwapo si Lee Jun Ki! :D Kapag may ibang talents pa talaga, gumagwapo ang isang tao. Wahahaha :D Hindi sila bagay ni Nanae. Kami ang bagay! Kami! Hahaha :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Walang masyadong sea urchin dito, pero andaming eel! Na-realize ko, mga dating punta ko dito puro about sightseeing at adventure, pero ngayon, food tripping! Natutuwa ako! :D :D :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;May nangyari. Bakit kaya sila open para sa akin sa mga ganon? Eew.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sabi ng cousins and aunt ko, ganda daw ng eyes ko. Hahaha *winkwink* :))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Meron namang isang stranger na nagsabi na ... daw ako! Saya :D Merong mga nagsabi sa aking mga friends non, pero this time, hindi ko kilala! So, confirmed na! ... nga ako! Hahaha yumayabang nanaman ako! Sobrang taas nanaman ng self-confidence ko! Sige, purihin niyo pa ako! HAHAHA :D :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After ilang days na walang panaginip, napanaginipan ko nanaman siya, at meron dapat mangyayari, kaso nagising na ako. Hahaha sayang. :(( :))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Isa pang dahilan kung bakit giliw na giliw ako sa L.A. ay ang pagkamapalakaibigan ng mga tao! Kung sinu-sino nakakausap ko. :) Kahapon, saya. First time ko maimbita ng dalawang magkaibigang Canadian at Greek na kakikilala ko lang sa apartment nila sa La Cienega! Oha oha. Level up. Dati mga acquaintances ko iniimbita lang ako kumain o mag-jogging o umikot o kaya naman ililibre nila ako o kaya naman kwentuhan magdamag. Walang ganyan sa Pinas, yo! Meron nga pero meron kadalasan may ibang intensyon yung tao. Pero stand-out pa rin yung nangyari last week! Bumili ako ng whole pizza, tapos sumakay ako ng bus, yung nakatabi ko tinanong ako kung pepperoni daw ba yung binili ko. Grabe pagka-jolly ng tone niya! E combo binili ko! Nalungkot siya, so inalok ko siya ng slice. Kumuha naman siya. Inalok naman niya ako ng Arizona drink. Edi kinuha ko naman. Biglang nag-stop ang bus sa isang lugar na hindi naman bus stop! Sinita kami. Bawal nga pala kumain at uminom sa loob ng bus. May multa na $250 each! Pero hindi naman kami papayag sa multa kaya talk it out. Ayun nag-end up na binigyan ko siya ng slice at binigyan ni new Norwegian friend si driver ng drink. Kapag narinig niyo yung pakikipag-usap namin sa driver, grabe sobrang nakakagago! Pareho pala yung bababaan namin, tapos tawa kami nang tawa! Hahaha sayaaaaaa :D :D :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gusto ko mag-scuba! :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14131100-4694402286912361360?l=nonexistentego.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14131100/posts/default/4694402286912361360'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14131100/posts/default/4694402286912361360'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nonexistentego.blogspot.com/2008/04/kung-anu-ano-d.html' title='Kung Anu-Ano :D'/><author><name>Hannah B. Reyno</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zE5Iztv78mw/SVby5UnGkWI/AAAAAAAAAJA/FcRFugsBLUE/S220/DSC_0087+(2).JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14131100.post-5386437143954879308</id><published>2008-04-18T07:38:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-18T09:28:28.141+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Those Sweet Words</title><content type='html'>by Norah Jones&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Natuklasan ko 'tong kantang 'to dahil sa iPod ng ate ko. Ganda ng rhythm, smoooooth. Kahit walang partikular na tao, kakilig! Hahaha. Hopeless romantic ko, shitty. Good thing talaga may mga kantang ganito. Feeling ko in love ako kahit hindi. Ito na bago kong pampatulog. :))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What did you say&lt;br /&gt;I know I saw you singing&lt;br /&gt;My ears won't stop ringing&lt;br /&gt;Long enough to hear&lt;br /&gt;Those sweet words&lt;br /&gt;What did you say&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;End of the day&lt;br /&gt;The hour hand has spun&lt;br /&gt;Before the night is done&lt;br /&gt;I just have to hear&lt;br /&gt;Those sweet words&lt;br /&gt;Spoken like a melody&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All your love&lt;br /&gt;Is a lost balloon&lt;br /&gt;Rising up through the afternoon&lt;br /&gt;'Til it could fit on the head of a pin&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Come on in&lt;br /&gt;Did you have a hard time sleeping&lt;br /&gt;'Cause a heavy moon was keeping me awake&lt;br /&gt;And all I know is&lt;br /&gt;I'm just glad to see you again&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;See my love&lt;br /&gt;Like a lost balloon&lt;br /&gt;Rising up through the afternoon&lt;br /&gt;And then you appear&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What did you say&lt;br /&gt;I know you were singing&lt;br /&gt;My ears won't stop ringing&lt;br /&gt;Long enough to hear&lt;br /&gt;Those sweet words&lt;br /&gt;And your simple melody&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just have to hear&lt;br /&gt;Those sweet words&lt;br /&gt;Spoken like a melody&lt;br /&gt;I just wanna hear&lt;br /&gt;Those sweet words&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;-----------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;JABBAWOCKEEZ RULE! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://www.mtv.com/onair/dance_crew/images/flipbooks/Full_Cast/jabbawockee.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14131100-5386437143954879308?l=nonexistentego.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14131100/posts/default/5386437143954879308'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14131100/posts/default/5386437143954879308'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nonexistentego.blogspot.com/2008/04/those-sweet-words.html' title='Those Sweet Words'/><author><name>Hannah B. Reyno</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zE5Iztv78mw/SVby5UnGkWI/AAAAAAAAAJA/FcRFugsBLUE/S220/DSC_0087+(2).JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14131100.post-8954335358367429590</id><published>2008-04-18T06:07:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T02:03:39.823+08:00</updated><title type='text'>100th Post: Good Day L.A.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;This is why I loooove L.A.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.pinkshollywood.com/"&gt;Pink's&lt;/a&gt; is HERE, yo! :))&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zE5Iztv78mw/SAfKlj2VWiI/AAAAAAAAABo/XPbVEDID1aU/s1600-h/SANY0442.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5190339842194889250" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zE5Iztv78mw/SAfKlj2VWiI/AAAAAAAAABo/XPbVEDID1aU/s320/SANY0442.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zE5Iztv78mw/SAfKqD2VWjI/AAAAAAAAABw/cnUPTt95hhA/s1600-h/SANY0445.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5190339919504300594" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zE5Iztv78mw/SAfKqD2VWjI/AAAAAAAAABw/cnUPTt95hhA/s320/SANY0445.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;And to what that gives logical support as suppose to loathing L.A., I be informed through text messages from family and friends regarding occurences and affairs that I could have and will have obtained pleasure from. Tulad na lang ng inuman kina Saela. Shitty. Sayang. :((&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I was inutile yesterday, which set me off to cook, cook, and cook. :))&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;WEEEEEE. :))&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;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zE5Iztv78mw/SAfP0z2VWkI/AAAAAAAAAB4/GKM_zQfBeKU/s1600-h/SANY0372.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5190345601746033218" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zE5Iztv78mw/SAfP0z2VWkI/AAAAAAAAAB4/GKM_zQfBeKU/s320/SANY0372.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zE5Iztv78mw/SAfP1D2VWlI/AAAAAAAAACA/y3HPi6g2zL8/s1600-h/SANY0383.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5190345606041000530" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zE5Iztv78mw/SAfP1D2VWlI/AAAAAAAAACA/y3HPi6g2zL8/s320/SANY0383.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zE5Iztv78mw/SAfP1T2VWmI/AAAAAAAAACI/yvZ3squlLr4/s1600-h/SANY0388.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5190345610335967842" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zE5Iztv78mw/SAfP1T2VWmI/AAAAAAAAACI/yvZ3squlLr4/s320/SANY0388.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zE5Iztv78mw/SAfP1j2VWnI/AAAAAAAAACQ/1fv4tX1ECD8/s1600-h/SANY0428.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5190345614630935154" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zE5Iztv78mw/SAfP1j2VWnI/AAAAAAAAACQ/1fv4tX1ECD8/s320/SANY0428.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14131100-8954335358367429590?l=nonexistentego.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14131100/posts/default/8954335358367429590'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14131100/posts/default/8954335358367429590'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nonexistentego.blogspot.com/2008/04/good-day-la.html' title='100th Post: Good Day L.A.'/><author><name>Hannah B. Reyno</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zE5Iztv78mw/SVby5UnGkWI/AAAAAAAAAJA/FcRFugsBLUE/S220/DSC_0087+(2).JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zE5Iztv78mw/SAfKlj2VWiI/AAAAAAAAABo/XPbVEDID1aU/s72-c/SANY0442.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14131100.post-7433705328806972285</id><published>2008-04-11T03:53:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-18T09:32:24.396+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Whatnot</title><content type='html'>In just a night, close na kami ni Duyduy, my second cousin! Yeyyyy kahit na he doesn't speak Filipino. Nag-enjoy ako nang sobra kagabi. Walang katapusang katatawanan. HAHAHA&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Usap kami. Tapos drive around L.A. and to his apartment in Hollywood. Nilibre niya ko ng LARGE Fosters, kahit it's 5 deg sa labas. He can't reign over alcohol, so yosi siya. Inom ako. Sikat na sikat pala San Mig dito. Stiiiig, yo. Filipino pride!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Birthday ko na sa Philippines! Kala ko this would exploit the cheer of throwing a party in the Phil, then scuba a while later. Nasira plano ko eh, but but but, God has plans pala for me. I'm luxuriating in this, reaaaaaaaaaaaally. :))&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14131100-7433705328806972285?l=nonexistentego.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14131100/posts/default/7433705328806972285'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14131100/posts/default/7433705328806972285'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nonexistentego.blogspot.com/2008/04/second-cousin.html' title='Whatnot'/><author><name>Hannah B. 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