<?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-4512305181531249059</id><updated>2012-02-16T23:44:05.861+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Me and My Babbling Mind</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bridgetco.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4512305181531249059/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bridgetco.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>bridgetco</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09466559215793002276</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NtVCOmwwJBc/TOIjMlFZWVI/AAAAAAAAAAQ/bbLww4lOBKE/S220/IMG_0281.JPG'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>84</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4512305181531249059.post-3615360475786503624</id><published>2012-02-12T13:56:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2012-02-12T13:56:32.946+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Mamma Mia!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Yesterday, I went to watch Mamma Mia with my mom at the CCP. The show was fantastic! If only I could watch it again and again.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Years ago, I was also able to watch the movie version of this musical, and both of the versions did not disappoint me. Both are entertaining and would really make you dance your heart out.&amp;nbsp;I still don't know what came first, if it's the movie or the Broadway version, but according to what I read, they both are adapted from a book.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;What I love about the movie version is that it captures the beauty of the island. On the other hand, what I love about the theater version is it has scenes that were not in the movie, as well as some ABBA songs too. And to make the stage realistic, they made the backdrop look like the sea. Both the actors from the movie and the theater did a very amazing job on portraying their roles.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;The show will run for a week more, I think, and it's a wrap. The CCP is still jampacked with a lot of watchers, both children and adult. You can hear people singing to the tunes, and if the song is very familiar to them (such as Mamma Mia and Dancing Queen), the audience will acknowledge it by clapping real loud or shouting. By the end of the show, those seated on the VIP area, stood up and danced. Us in the balcony area, did not stand, as we might fall forward. Hahaha.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4512305181531249059-3615360475786503624?l=bridgetco.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bridgetco.blogspot.com/feeds/3615360475786503624/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bridgetco.blogspot.com/2012/02/mamma-mia.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4512305181531249059/posts/default/3615360475786503624'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4512305181531249059/posts/default/3615360475786503624'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bridgetco.blogspot.com/2012/02/mamma-mia.html' title='Mamma Mia!'/><author><name>bridgetco</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09466559215793002276</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NtVCOmwwJBc/TOIjMlFZWVI/AAAAAAAAAAQ/bbLww4lOBKE/S220/IMG_0281.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4512305181531249059.post-634068146443677362</id><published>2012-01-03T18:06:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2012-01-03T18:10:31.317+08:00</updated><title type='text'>2012 Horoscope Cancer</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Not really a big believer of horoscopes but once in a while, I enjoy reading them. I got this one from http://www.findyourfate.com/astrology/year2012/cancer-2012-horoscope.html. At the end of the year, I will get back to this entry and check if this is true for me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;General&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Major changes in your relationships are in store for the year 2012. Some of your near ones are likely to dfit apart leaving you in shatters. But avoid depending on others and rise and shine. Peace and calm shall prevail then in your life. Towards the middle of the year you may need to take an important decision in life related to personal and professional life of yours. If single you might meet the ideal partner. But beware of foxes in sheep’s clothing. New ideas of all sorts take shape this year. Keep your cool, and enter into actions to meet your plans. Success in legal processes are predicted for this year.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Career&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Much effort and commitment would be needed this year for good results in your professional front. Unavoidable difficulties shall come from nowhere leaving you in tenterhooks. Confidence in yourself shall help you to ward off any negative effects in the career side. You would pursue your long fought ambitions with renewed vigor and strength. Reveal your inherent talents to the workforce. The first half of the year would be very much exhausting while the latter half shall see you off sailing smoothly.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Finance&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Finances shall take a good shape for you this year. Maintain your financial balance in a sensible way. An increase of income flow is assured but make sure you do not put all your eggs in one basket. Instead, diversify your portfolio. You can go in for some artistic pursuits for augmenting your finances for this year. It would give you the much needed mental and financial satisfaction in life. The second half of the year shall see a fall in your debt levels which would be a great moral booster for you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Love&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;Much peace and tranquillity shall prevail in your love front for the year of 2012. Stability in relationships is also guaranteed. Your ideals in relationships shall be met during this period. Be free to open up your heart to your loved one, be frank and try to understand the feelings of your partner. This is the apt time to clear any clouds of doubts in your relationship. Generally an average year as far as love and relationships are concerned for Cancers.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Health&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;You are assured great energy levels for the year ahead. There would be a stability in your moods which had been deviating last year quite a bit. This would give you mental and physical health on a positive note. Take a resolution to cut down in bad habits that had been haunting you for the last few years. Concentrate on your works and take good care of your health.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4512305181531249059-634068146443677362?l=bridgetco.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bridgetco.blogspot.com/feeds/634068146443677362/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bridgetco.blogspot.com/2012/01/2012-horoscope-cancer.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4512305181531249059/posts/default/634068146443677362'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4512305181531249059/posts/default/634068146443677362'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bridgetco.blogspot.com/2012/01/2012-horoscope-cancer.html' title='2012 Horoscope Cancer'/><author><name>bridgetco</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09466559215793002276</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NtVCOmwwJBc/TOIjMlFZWVI/AAAAAAAAAAQ/bbLww4lOBKE/S220/IMG_0281.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4512305181531249059.post-7683463401786129627</id><published>2012-01-01T11:22:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2012-01-01T11:22:44.340+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Christina Perri- Jar of Hearts</title><content type='html'>&lt;i&gt;And who do you think you are?&lt;br /&gt;Runnin' 'round leaving scars&lt;br /&gt;Collecting your jar of hearts&lt;br /&gt;And tearing love apart&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="390" width="480"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/8v_4O44sfjM?version=3&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;rel=0&amp;amp;hd=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/8v_4O44sfjM?version=3&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;rel=0&amp;amp;hd=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="480" height="390" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4512305181531249059-7683463401786129627?l=bridgetco.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bridgetco.blogspot.com/feeds/7683463401786129627/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bridgetco.blogspot.com/2012/01/christina-perri-jar-of-hearts.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4512305181531249059/posts/default/7683463401786129627'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4512305181531249059/posts/default/7683463401786129627'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bridgetco.blogspot.com/2012/01/christina-perri-jar-of-hearts.html' title='Christina Perri- Jar of Hearts'/><author><name>bridgetco</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09466559215793002276</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NtVCOmwwJBc/TOIjMlFZWVI/AAAAAAAAAAQ/bbLww4lOBKE/S220/IMG_0281.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4512305181531249059.post-1527032160220863608</id><published>2011-12-27T20:34:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-12-27T20:34:24.799+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Maybe</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="background-color: white; color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 16px; text-align: left;"&gt;Maybe... we were supposed to meet the wrong people before meeting the right one so that,&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: white; color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 16px; text-align: left;"&gt;when we finally meet the right person, we will know how to be grateful for that gift.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="background-color: white; color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 16px; text-align: left;" /&gt;&lt;br style="background-color: white; color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 16px; text-align: left;" /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: white; color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 16px; text-align: left;"&gt;Maybe... it is true that we don't know what we have until we lose it,&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: white; color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 16px; text-align: left;"&gt;but it is also true that we don't know what we have been missing until it arrives.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="background-color: white; color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 16px; text-align: left;" /&gt;&lt;br style="background-color: white; color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 16px; text-align: left;" /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: white; color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 16px; text-align: left;"&gt;Maybe... the brightest future will always be based on a forgotten past;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: white; color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 16px; text-align: left;"&gt;after all, you can't go on successfully in life until you let go of your past mistakes, failures and heartaches.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="background-color: white; color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 16px; text-align: left;" /&gt;&lt;br style="background-color: white; color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 16px; text-align: left;" /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: white; color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 16px; text-align: left;"&gt;Maybe... you should hope for enough happiness to make you sweet, enough trials to make you strong, enough sorrow to keep you human, and enough hope to make you happy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="background-color: white; color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 16px; text-align: left;" /&gt;&lt;br style="background-color: white; color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 16px; text-align: left;" /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: white; color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 16px; text-align: left;"&gt;Maybe... the happiest of people don't necessarily have the best of everything; they just make the most of everything that comes along their way.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="background-color: white; color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 16px; text-align: left;" /&gt;&lt;br style="background-color: white; color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 16px; text-align: left;" /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: white; color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 16px; text-align: left;"&gt;Maybe... the best kind of friend is the kind you can sit on a porch and swing with, never say a word, and then walk away feeling like it was the best conversation you've ever had.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="background-color: white; color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 16px; text-align: left;" /&gt;&lt;br style="background-color: white; color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 16px; text-align: left;" /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: white; color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 16px; text-align: left;"&gt;Maybe... happiness waits for all those who cry, all those who hurt, all those who have searched, and all those who have tried, for only they can appreciate the importance of all the people who have touched their lives.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="background-color: white; color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 16px; text-align: left;" /&gt;&lt;br style="background-color: white; color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 16px; text-align: left;" /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: white; color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 16px; text-align: left;"&gt;Maybe... you should do something nice for someone every single day, even if it is simply to leave them alone.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="background-color: white; color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 16px; text-align: left;" /&gt;&lt;br style="background-color: white; color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 16px; text-align: left;" /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: white; color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 16px; text-align: left;"&gt;Maybe... there are moments in life when you miss someone -- a parent, a spouse, a friend, a child -- so much that you just want to pick them from your dreams and hug them for real, so that once they are around you appreciate them more.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="background-color: white; color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 16px; text-align: left;" /&gt;&lt;br style="background-color: white; color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 16px; text-align: left;" /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: white; color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 16px; text-align: left;"&gt;Maybe... giving someone all your love is never an assurance that they will love you back.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: white; color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 16px; text-align: left;"&gt;Don't expect love in return; just wait for it to grow in their heart; but, if it doesn't, be content that it grew in yours.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="background-color: white; color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 16px; text-align: left;" /&gt;&lt;br style="background-color: white; color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 16px; text-align: left;" /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: white; color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 16px; text-align: left;"&gt;Maybe... you should dream what you want to dream; go where you want to go, be what you want to be, because you have only one life and one chance to do all the things you dream of, and want to do.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4512305181531249059-1527032160220863608?l=bridgetco.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bridgetco.blogspot.com/feeds/1527032160220863608/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bridgetco.blogspot.com/2011/12/maybe.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4512305181531249059/posts/default/1527032160220863608'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4512305181531249059/posts/default/1527032160220863608'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bridgetco.blogspot.com/2011/12/maybe.html' title='Maybe'/><author><name>bridgetco</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09466559215793002276</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NtVCOmwwJBc/TOIjMlFZWVI/AAAAAAAAAAQ/bbLww4lOBKE/S220/IMG_0281.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4512305181531249059.post-2020859773387129037</id><published>2011-12-22T20:01:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-12-22T20:01:02.089+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sara Bareilles- Gonna Get Over You</title><content type='html'>&lt;object height="390" width="480"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/OUe3oVlxLSA?version=3&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;rel=0&amp;amp;hd=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/OUe3oVlxLSA?version=3&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;rel=0&amp;amp;hd=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="480" height="390" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4512305181531249059-2020859773387129037?l=bridgetco.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bridgetco.blogspot.com/feeds/2020859773387129037/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bridgetco.blogspot.com/2011/12/sara-bareilles-gonna-get-over-you.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4512305181531249059/posts/default/2020859773387129037'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4512305181531249059/posts/default/2020859773387129037'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bridgetco.blogspot.com/2011/12/sara-bareilles-gonna-get-over-you.html' title='Sara Bareilles- Gonna Get Over You'/><author><name>bridgetco</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09466559215793002276</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NtVCOmwwJBc/TOIjMlFZWVI/AAAAAAAAAAQ/bbLww4lOBKE/S220/IMG_0281.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4512305181531249059.post-1978250069438173125</id><published>2011-12-18T02:12:00.012+08:00</published><updated>2011-12-18T02:26:47.726+08:00</updated><title type='text'>All I Want for Christmas is/are....</title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;1. KitchenAid Mixer&lt;/b&gt;. I'll be forever grateful to you if you buy me this one because this is very expensive. :D Oh, I'll also accept if this is color violet. Remember: Only orange and violet colored mixer will be accepted!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://kitchenaid-blender.net/wp-content/uploads/2011/08/kitchenaid-mixer-replacement-parts.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="186" src="http://kitchenaid-blender.net/wp-content/uploads/2011/08/kitchenaid-mixer-replacement-parts.jpg" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;2. Wall Oven&lt;/b&gt;. Time to upgrade our oven? I guess so. Haha. But I need a new house to be able to fulfill this wall oven. Maybe when I get my own house. But you may also give me one now. :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.kitchenlav.com/Original%20Photos/Frigidaire/Wall_Ovens/Electric/Professional/PLEB30S9DC.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="200" src="http://www.kitchenlav.com/Original%20Photos/Frigidaire/Wall_Ovens/Electric/Professional/PLEB30S9DC.jpg" width="179" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;3. Car&lt;/b&gt;. My driver's license will expire on my birthday this coming new year, and I haven't held on the wheel for the whole year this year. No particular brand, color could be blue? Or silver? Or black?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://10steps.sg/wp-content/uploads/photo75/20.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="212" src="http://10steps.sg/wp-content/uploads/photo75/20.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;4. iPad or iTouch&lt;/b&gt;. Something for me to kill time away from the desktop and when I get bored with books, cross stitches and origamis or paper stars.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.theiphoneblog.com/images/stories/2010/01/dimensions_ipad_iphone_ipod_tipb1-400x382.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="304" src="http://www.theiphoneblog.com/images/stories/2010/01/dimensions_ipad_iphone_ipod_tipb1-400x382.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;5. &amp;nbsp;Boyfriend&lt;/b&gt;. Haha. I've been single for God knows how long when. Maybe once in a while I'm in the position where I need the comfort of being in love with someone you know holds your heart.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;6. Books&lt;/b&gt;. I want to read more books!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.booksexplorer.com/wp-content/uploads/2011/09/AboutBooksExplorer.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="198" src="http://www.booksexplorer.com/wp-content/uploads/2011/09/AboutBooksExplorer.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;7. Faithful Friends&lt;/b&gt;. Sometimes, I feel that some of my friends are not true enough to stay, that when they found new people, they just go *poof*. And when you're in need, even just for a company, no one is there for you. Not that I hate being alone, but sometimes, being alone makes me a lot sadder than it comforts me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_W8k_-zfUyVg/TNNi8_mAfuI/AAAAAAAACo0/lxOWXRlaqyM/s1600/calvinhobbes_friends.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="243" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_W8k_-zfUyVg/TNNi8_mAfuI/AAAAAAAACo0/lxOWXRlaqyM/s320/calvinhobbes_friends.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;8. Handwritten Letters&lt;/b&gt;. I miss the excitement when you receive an envelope with a handwritten letter in it. Love letter will also do. Hahaha&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-8PuLsltt51I/TdVwfJT2HkI/AAAAAAAAAfQ/t09AkO6gVTw/s1600/loveletter+%25281%2529.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-8PuLsltt51I/TdVwfJT2HkI/AAAAAAAAAfQ/t09AkO6gVTw/s320/loveletter+%25281%2529.jpg" width="248" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;Some are wishful thinking, some are real. You choose. Happy holidays, guys! Pardon me for not being able to post a lot lately. =)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&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/4512305181531249059-1978250069438173125?l=bridgetco.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bridgetco.blogspot.com/feeds/1978250069438173125/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bridgetco.blogspot.com/2011/12/all-i-want-for-christmas-isare.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4512305181531249059/posts/default/1978250069438173125'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4512305181531249059/posts/default/1978250069438173125'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bridgetco.blogspot.com/2011/12/all-i-want-for-christmas-isare.html' title='All I Want for Christmas is/are....'/><author><name>bridgetco</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09466559215793002276</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NtVCOmwwJBc/TOIjMlFZWVI/AAAAAAAAAAQ/bbLww4lOBKE/S220/IMG_0281.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_W8k_-zfUyVg/TNNi8_mAfuI/AAAAAAAACo0/lxOWXRlaqyM/s72-c/calvinhobbes_friends.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4512305181531249059.post-8484011201713246974</id><published>2011-12-09T21:10:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-12-09T21:17:04.821+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Panuntunan ng Laro Para sa mga Lalaking Iibig sa mga Babaeng-babae</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="background-color: white; font-family: 'Lucida Grande', Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 15px;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #222222; font-family: Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 18px;"&gt;Saw this poem for Berso sa Metro this morning at the LRT on the way to school.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Panuntunan ng Laro Para sa mga Lalaking Iibig sa mga Babaeng-babae&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;by Gioconda Belli&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="background-color: white; font-family: 'Lucida Grande', Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 15px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="background-color: white; font-family: 'Lucida Grande', Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 15px;"&gt;Ang lalaking iibig sa aki'y&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="background-color: white; font-family: 'Lucida Grande', Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 15px;"&gt;dapat marunong humaplos sa kurtina ng balat,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="background-color: white; font-family: 'Lucida Grande', Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 15px;"&gt;makita ang karaniwan kong mata,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="background-color: white; font-family: 'Lucida Grande', Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 15px;"&gt;at makikilala yaong namumugad sa akin,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="background-color: white; font-family: 'Lucida Grande', Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 15px;"&gt;ang transparenteng maya ng paglalambing.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="background-color: white; font-family: 'Lucida Grande', Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 15px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="background-color: white; font-family: 'Lucida Grande', Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 15px;"&gt;Ang lalaking iibig sa aki'y&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="background-color: white; font-family: 'Lucida Grande', Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 15px;"&gt;di ako iibigin bilang isang kalakal&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="background-color: white; font-family: 'Lucida Grande', Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 15px;"&gt;o kaya'y ipagyayabang na parang tropeo,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="background-color: white; font-family: 'Lucida Grande', Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 15px;"&gt;mananatili sa aking piling&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="background-color: white; font-family: 'Lucida Grande', Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 15px;"&gt;taglay ang pag-ibig kong&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="background-color: white; font-family: 'Lucida Grande', Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 15px;"&gt;nadarama kapag siya'y kapiling.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4512305181531249059-8484011201713246974?l=bridgetco.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bridgetco.blogspot.com/feeds/8484011201713246974/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bridgetco.blogspot.com/2011/12/panuntunan-ng-laro-para-sa-mga-lalaking.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4512305181531249059/posts/default/8484011201713246974'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4512305181531249059/posts/default/8484011201713246974'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bridgetco.blogspot.com/2011/12/panuntunan-ng-laro-para-sa-mga-lalaking.html' title='Panuntunan ng Laro Para sa mga Lalaking Iibig sa mga Babaeng-babae'/><author><name>bridgetco</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09466559215793002276</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NtVCOmwwJBc/TOIjMlFZWVI/AAAAAAAAAAQ/bbLww4lOBKE/S220/IMG_0281.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4512305181531249059.post-1562656985462031014</id><published>2011-12-03T21:27:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-12-03T21:33:08.142+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Dear Lord</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;The following entry was found among my files, unfinished, written eons ago. I wrote this during one of the stages in my life, and somehow, I think it still applies to me today. Hihi.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;em style="background-color: white; font-size: 14px; line-height: 15px; text-align: -webkit-auto;"&gt;Edited few sentences to have a closing on this letter.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;Dear Lord,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;I am accepting the fact that he's not the one for me when I thought he was. That the one for me is not around yet, or maybe there is no "the one" for me at all.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;I won't be receiving flowers from a guy, there'll be no sweet nothings or songs dedicated for me. I'll still dream for that first dance with a special someone. No one will ask me out on Valentine's Day, birthdays or just for a simple movie and lunch/dinner date.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;I accept that I don't need another person to make me feel complete, that I am complete as I am. I accept that I don't need another person to make me feel loved as You alone makes me feel loved already. I don't have to feel miserable that the person I really like doesn't feel the same way as I do and he likes someone else.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;In time, in God's right time, a guy will show up, knock me off my feet, give me flowers, write me letters and will love me for who I am, unconditionally. And when that time comes, I know I will be thinking that I must have been worth the wait and God decided to give me someone who will be there for me when I forget to run to Him or when I feel that God doesn't love me anymore. That this person will remind me that I am not alone, that someone loves me, like God does. =)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;Love,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;Me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4512305181531249059-1562656985462031014?l=bridgetco.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bridgetco.blogspot.com/feeds/1562656985462031014/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bridgetco.blogspot.com/2011/12/dear-lord.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4512305181531249059/posts/default/1562656985462031014'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4512305181531249059/posts/default/1562656985462031014'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bridgetco.blogspot.com/2011/12/dear-lord.html' title='Dear Lord'/><author><name>bridgetco</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09466559215793002276</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NtVCOmwwJBc/TOIjMlFZWVI/AAAAAAAAAAQ/bbLww4lOBKE/S220/IMG_0281.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4512305181531249059.post-5916385653870647990</id><published>2011-10-15T19:50:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-10-15T19:51:54.441+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Troubled Mind</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;This is a bit normal to me as having troubled mind for days is nothing new to me. But for some reason, I dislike having a troubled mind right now. I don't like what I'm thinking, I don't like the reasons for thingy such things, but I can't help it. I want to talk to someone about it, but I don't know who. I itch to text this person or that person or maybe this one, but I don't think they want to hear rants right now, especially that I think that one of them doesn't really care much about me.&amp;nbsp;I want to write them down, but I also couldn't do so. Or if I be able to write them down, I cannot make myself publish it on the internet.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Can I hide from this moment until I'm okay? Can I just lock myself in my room, not wanting anyone to enter? Can someone clear up my messy mind?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4512305181531249059-5916385653870647990?l=bridgetco.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bridgetco.blogspot.com/feeds/5916385653870647990/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bridgetco.blogspot.com/2011/10/troubled-mind.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4512305181531249059/posts/default/5916385653870647990'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4512305181531249059/posts/default/5916385653870647990'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bridgetco.blogspot.com/2011/10/troubled-mind.html' title='Troubled Mind'/><author><name>bridgetco</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09466559215793002276</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NtVCOmwwJBc/TOIjMlFZWVI/AAAAAAAAAAQ/bbLww4lOBKE/S220/IMG_0281.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4512305181531249059.post-4405032643055822412</id><published>2011-10-04T21:21:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-10-04T21:23:05.834+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Day 30 – A photograph of youself today + three good things that have happened in the past 30 days</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Day 30 – A photograph of youself today + three good things that have happened in the past 30 days&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Wow, I can't believe this will already be my last post for the 30 day challenge. How come it's so fast?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Anyway, 3 good things that happened to me in the past month:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I got to meet up with one of my closest friend, Michelle, whom I fondly call Mama. after months of not seeing each other. She's been my friend since Biology days and we went to med school and I left her there while I now take up another path. We still communicate constantly despite the busyness.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style="text-align: justify;"&gt;We got a new dog! Well, technically, he's not our dog; he's my sister's cousin-in-law's dog and he gave Euro the Shih Tzu to my sister and her husband, but they can't keep the dog at their home so they brought him here. And every night, Euro sleeps in my room, on his own bed. Sosyal noh? Hahaha.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I got to play volleyball again! I love volleyball, and back in high school, I was given a chance to join the varsity but declined the offer, so I'm kinda like a frustrated pro volleyball player. Haha. So I got to play during the intercolors of the college. We didn't win but we fought a good fight and it feels so good to be able to play volleyball again. And looking forward to play again next year.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;And, forgive the quality since I only used a webcam and the website cameroid.com, here's a picture of me right now.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-59M8y-F_ENA/TosHsnxaghI/AAAAAAAAADM/rfIiMjWg7PA/s1600/snapshot.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-59M8y-F_ENA/TosHsnxaghI/AAAAAAAAADM/rfIiMjWg7PA/s320/snapshot.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&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/4512305181531249059-4405032643055822412?l=bridgetco.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bridgetco.blogspot.com/feeds/4405032643055822412/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bridgetco.blogspot.com/2011/10/day-30-photograph-of-youself-today.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4512305181531249059/posts/default/4405032643055822412'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4512305181531249059/posts/default/4405032643055822412'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bridgetco.blogspot.com/2011/10/day-30-photograph-of-youself-today.html' title='Day 30 – A photograph of youself today + three good things that have happened in the past 30 days'/><author><name>bridgetco</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09466559215793002276</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NtVCOmwwJBc/TOIjMlFZWVI/AAAAAAAAAAQ/bbLww4lOBKE/S220/IMG_0281.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-59M8y-F_ENA/TosHsnxaghI/AAAAAAAAADM/rfIiMjWg7PA/s72-c/snapshot.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4512305181531249059.post-89817753509065805</id><published>2011-10-03T22:35:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-10-03T22:35:01.460+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Day 29 – Something you could never get tired of doing.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Day 29 – Something you could never get tired of doing.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Something that I'll never get tired of doing... Hmm. It's a bit hard. But aside from the material stuff, such as reading, and all those stuff that I like, I guess I'll never stop collecting memories with those close to me. I value every happy moments with them, these moments kept playing over and over again if they are worth it. I'll never get tired of taking care of my family, despite all the dramas we have. They are there for me for the 24 years of my existence, and they've seen me through different phases. We may be not me very close like other families, but they are still my family. And lastly, I'll never get tired of moving towards my dreams.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4512305181531249059-89817753509065805?l=bridgetco.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bridgetco.blogspot.com/feeds/89817753509065805/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bridgetco.blogspot.com/2011/10/day-29-something-you-could-never-get.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4512305181531249059/posts/default/89817753509065805'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4512305181531249059/posts/default/89817753509065805'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bridgetco.blogspot.com/2011/10/day-29-something-you-could-never-get.html' title='Day 29 – Something you could never get tired of doing.'/><author><name>bridgetco</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09466559215793002276</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NtVCOmwwJBc/TOIjMlFZWVI/AAAAAAAAAAQ/bbLww4lOBKE/S220/IMG_0281.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4512305181531249059.post-7443793059300087791</id><published>2011-10-02T19:10:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-10-02T19:10:50.829+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Day 28 – Your favorite movie.</title><content type='html'>Day 28 – Your favorite movie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;These are my all time favorites movies. Never fails to make me smile and/or cry.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KQO3DjgYdBU/TSCodaoiqII/AAAAAAAAAE4/m6_kP7WMCJ0/s1600/Drew_Barrymore_in_Music_and_Lyrics_Wallpaper_4_1280.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="256" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KQO3DjgYdBU/TSCodaoiqII/AAAAAAAAAE4/m6_kP7WMCJ0/s320/Drew_Barrymore_in_Music_and_Lyrics_Wallpaper_4_1280.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Music and Lyrics&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.comingsoon.net/gallery/5909/meettherobinsonsos.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://www.comingsoon.net/gallery/5909/meettherobinsonsos.jpg" width="216" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Meet the Robinsons&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://news.cnet.com/i/bto/20090526/UP_4_jpg_610x567.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="297" src="http://news.cnet.com/i/bto/20090526/UP_4_jpg_610x567.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Up&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://thecia.com.au/reviews/l/images/letters-to-juliet-poster-0.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://thecia.com.au/reviews/l/images/letters-to-juliet-poster-0.jpg" width="215" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Letters to Juliet&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IA5nokOFh84/TA4EXhD2EVI/AAAAAAAAER4/GkJBDjtQkr0/s1600/50_first_dates.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="178" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IA5nokOFh84/TA4EXhD2EVI/AAAAAAAAER4/GkJBDjtQkr0/s320/50_first_dates.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;50 First Dates&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.videodetective.com/photos/646/027155_2.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://www.videodetective.com/photos/646/027155_2.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;2 Weeks Notice&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.rexwallpapers.com/images/wallpapers/movie/cars/cars_1.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="256" src="http://www.rexwallpapers.com/images/wallpapers/movie/cars/cars_1.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Cars&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/4512305181531249059-7443793059300087791?l=bridgetco.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bridgetco.blogspot.com/feeds/7443793059300087791/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bridgetco.blogspot.com/2011/10/day-28-your-favorite-movie.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4512305181531249059/posts/default/7443793059300087791'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4512305181531249059/posts/default/7443793059300087791'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bridgetco.blogspot.com/2011/10/day-28-your-favorite-movie.html' title='Day 28 – Your favorite movie.'/><author><name>bridgetco</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09466559215793002276</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NtVCOmwwJBc/TOIjMlFZWVI/AAAAAAAAAAQ/bbLww4lOBKE/S220/IMG_0281.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KQO3DjgYdBU/TSCodaoiqII/AAAAAAAAAE4/m6_kP7WMCJ0/s72-c/Drew_Barrymore_in_Music_and_Lyrics_Wallpaper_4_1280.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4512305181531249059.post-1365633646669568689</id><published>2011-09-30T20:40:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-09-30T20:40:36.294+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Day 27 – A picture of you last year and now and how have you changed since then?</title><content type='html'>Day 27 – A picture of you last year and now and how have you changed since then?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Nothing has changed within me since last year. I'm still the same. For picture reference, please check the Day 26 photo, just decipher what I look like there. :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4512305181531249059-1365633646669568689?l=bridgetco.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bridgetco.blogspot.com/feeds/1365633646669568689/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bridgetco.blogspot.com/2011/09/day-27-picture-of-you-last-year-and-now.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4512305181531249059/posts/default/1365633646669568689'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4512305181531249059/posts/default/1365633646669568689'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bridgetco.blogspot.com/2011/09/day-27-picture-of-you-last-year-and-now.html' title='Day 27 – A picture of you last year and now and how have you changed since then?'/><author><name>bridgetco</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09466559215793002276</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NtVCOmwwJBc/TOIjMlFZWVI/AAAAAAAAAAQ/bbLww4lOBKE/S220/IMG_0281.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4512305181531249059.post-6223383126686759334</id><published>2011-09-30T20:28:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-09-30T20:28:43.676+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Day 26 – A photo of somewhere you’ve been to.</title><content type='html'>Day 26 – A photo of somewhere you’ve been to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-fClWWG_vWIg/ToWzuIuIcpI/AAAAAAAAADI/5fN4ZbrBi6E/s1600/singapore.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-fClWWG_vWIg/ToWzuIuIcpI/AAAAAAAAADI/5fN4ZbrBi6E/s320/singapore.jpg" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I went to Singapore last year during my semestral break. It was just a short visit there since we were only at my friend's friend's brother's apartment and she still has a pile of work to get back to. The picture's a bit dark since I did not use flash, and I kinda like it anyway. Lol. I am still waiting for the day that I'll be able to visit Singapore again (and stay there longer). But I wonder when will that be.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4512305181531249059-6223383126686759334?l=bridgetco.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bridgetco.blogspot.com/feeds/6223383126686759334/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bridgetco.blogspot.com/2011/09/day-26-photo-of-somewhere-youve-been-to.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4512305181531249059/posts/default/6223383126686759334'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4512305181531249059/posts/default/6223383126686759334'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bridgetco.blogspot.com/2011/09/day-26-photo-of-somewhere-youve-been-to.html' title='Day 26 – A photo of somewhere you’ve been to.'/><author><name>bridgetco</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09466559215793002276</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NtVCOmwwJBc/TOIjMlFZWVI/AAAAAAAAAAQ/bbLww4lOBKE/S220/IMG_0281.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-fClWWG_vWIg/ToWzuIuIcpI/AAAAAAAAADI/5fN4ZbrBi6E/s72-c/singapore.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4512305181531249059.post-4523041435419599720</id><published>2011-09-29T20:26:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-09-29T20:26:16.012+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Day 25 – What’s in your purse?</title><content type='html'>Day 25 – What’s in your purse?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;What's in my wallet. Hmm.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;weekly allowance&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;band aids&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;driver's license&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;TIN card&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;blood donor card&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;extra MRT and LRT stored value&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;old DLSAU ID&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;DLSU alumni ID&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;National Book Store&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;SM Advantage&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;div&gt;There ya have it! :D&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/4512305181531249059-4523041435419599720?l=bridgetco.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bridgetco.blogspot.com/feeds/4523041435419599720/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bridgetco.blogspot.com/2011/09/day-25-whats-in-your-purse.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4512305181531249059/posts/default/4523041435419599720'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4512305181531249059/posts/default/4523041435419599720'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bridgetco.blogspot.com/2011/09/day-25-whats-in-your-purse.html' title='Day 25 – What’s in your purse?'/><author><name>bridgetco</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09466559215793002276</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NtVCOmwwJBc/TOIjMlFZWVI/AAAAAAAAAAQ/bbLww4lOBKE/S220/IMG_0281.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4512305181531249059.post-8561505174711684234</id><published>2011-09-29T20:19:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-09-29T20:19:32.786+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Day 24 – A photo of something that means a lot to you.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Day 24 – A photo of something that means a lot to you.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;That photo would be my graduation picture on my first course. I won't post it anymore since I've already posted it for an entry recently.&amp;nbsp;Anyway, I couldn't think of other pictures right now that would mean a lot to me aside from that one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think the reason why that means a lot to me is that, I was able to graduate few years back despite all the hardships I've been to (academically, socially and emotionally). I know a lot of people think that Biology is an easy-breezy course. Maybe because the Biology subject they had in high school were way simpler than what I studied in college. I value that graduation picture because it is a proof that I did not give up when I wanted to, I did not let some things completely eat me up when it almost did. With enough reason and determination to move on, I know I will get to the end.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And now, 2 more years and I shall have another graduation picture of mine taken. This time, it will be another proof of hard work and the determination to attain my dream. And here is where I cross my fingers hoping not to jinx everything.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4512305181531249059-8561505174711684234?l=bridgetco.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bridgetco.blogspot.com/feeds/8561505174711684234/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bridgetco.blogspot.com/2011/09/day-24-photo-of-something-that-means.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4512305181531249059/posts/default/8561505174711684234'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4512305181531249059/posts/default/8561505174711684234'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bridgetco.blogspot.com/2011/09/day-24-photo-of-something-that-means.html' title='Day 24 – A photo of something that means a lot to you.'/><author><name>bridgetco</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09466559215793002276</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NtVCOmwwJBc/TOIjMlFZWVI/AAAAAAAAAAQ/bbLww4lOBKE/S220/IMG_0281.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4512305181531249059.post-7035997194337604497</id><published>2011-09-28T20:01:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-09-28T20:01:44.280+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Day 23 – 15 facts about you.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Day 23 – 15 facts about you.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I think I've been putting facts about me all over my blog, but okay, since you ask for 15 facts about me, here ya go.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I like reading books, but I never read any suspense/thriller/mystery/ghost novels. The same with movies.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I do not know how to swim.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I do not know how to use chopsticks.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I collect the keychains that are given to me; I hesitate to use them. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I value family togetherness. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I am a believer of karma.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Make me do the laundry and other household chores, but NEVER the dishes.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I am sensitive, moody and gets jealous easily.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I've never been given any birthday surprise (and the likes) in my entire existence, that's why I want to experience one.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I've never received flowers from guys. The only people who gave me flowers were my sisters, mom and aunt.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I super do not like spiders.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I know how to drive, but dad does not allow me to.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I may have lots of friends, but only a handful are those I really trust.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I enjoy writing poems, but it's been more than a year since I last wrote my last poem.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I do not like singing in front of other people, even my friends; but I give in when they really, really force me to. Lol.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4512305181531249059-7035997194337604497?l=bridgetco.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bridgetco.blogspot.com/feeds/7035997194337604497/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bridgetco.blogspot.com/2011/09/day-23-15-facts-about-you.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4512305181531249059/posts/default/7035997194337604497'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4512305181531249059/posts/default/7035997194337604497'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bridgetco.blogspot.com/2011/09/day-23-15-facts-about-you.html' title='Day 23 – 15 facts about you.'/><author><name>bridgetco</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09466559215793002276</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NtVCOmwwJBc/TOIjMlFZWVI/AAAAAAAAAAQ/bbLww4lOBKE/S220/IMG_0281.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4512305181531249059.post-8617368663932947799</id><published>2011-09-27T07:45:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-09-27T07:45:43.245+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Day 22 – A letter to someone who has hurt you recently. A letter to someone who broke my heart.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Day 22 – A letter to someone who has hurt you recently. A letter to someone who broke my heart.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;No one has hurt me recently. So there's nothing I can write about that. But for the someone who broke my heart, I have written an entry about that, some time last December 2010. From that point up to today, there's nothing more I can write about him. To read about it, do click&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href="http://bridgetco.blogspot.com/2010/12/thank-you.html"&gt;here&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/4512305181531249059-8617368663932947799?l=bridgetco.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bridgetco.blogspot.com/feeds/8617368663932947799/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bridgetco.blogspot.com/2011/09/day-22-letter-to-someone-who-has-hurt.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4512305181531249059/posts/default/8617368663932947799'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4512305181531249059/posts/default/8617368663932947799'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bridgetco.blogspot.com/2011/09/day-22-letter-to-someone-who-has-hurt.html' title='Day 22 – A letter to someone who has hurt you recently. A letter to someone who broke my heart.'/><author><name>bridgetco</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09466559215793002276</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NtVCOmwwJBc/TOIjMlFZWVI/AAAAAAAAAAQ/bbLww4lOBKE/S220/IMG_0281.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4512305181531249059.post-3199732967079053418</id><published>2011-09-27T07:14:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-09-27T07:14:09.208+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Day 21 – A photo of something that makes you happy.</title><content type='html'>Day 21 – A photo of something that makes you happy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-uRvxAKmhyiE/TaAnOFUfu6I/AAAAAAAAAB8/5iVfYSCH2Qc/s1600/IMG_9933.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-uRvxAKmhyiE/TaAnOFUfu6I/AAAAAAAAAB8/5iVfYSCH2Qc/s320/IMG_9933.JPG" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;This picture of my bookshelf makes me happy because &amp;nbsp;I can't believe I have read that much books already since I was about 8 years old.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-QZJwx_79q_Q/ToEAdHIaDBI/AAAAAAAAADE/H0wISscM3Cg/s1600/fullmoon.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="213" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-QZJwx_79q_Q/ToEAdHIaDBI/AAAAAAAAADE/H0wISscM3Cg/s320/fullmoon.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;There's something about the full moon that I always like and it gives me a clearer mind whenever I look at the moon.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div&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/4512305181531249059-3199732967079053418?l=bridgetco.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bridgetco.blogspot.com/feeds/3199732967079053418/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bridgetco.blogspot.com/2011/09/day-21-photo-of-something-that-makes.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4512305181531249059/posts/default/3199732967079053418'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4512305181531249059/posts/default/3199732967079053418'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bridgetco.blogspot.com/2011/09/day-21-photo-of-something-that-makes.html' title='Day 21 – A photo of something that makes you happy.'/><author><name>bridgetco</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09466559215793002276</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NtVCOmwwJBc/TOIjMlFZWVI/AAAAAAAAAAQ/bbLww4lOBKE/S220/IMG_0281.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-uRvxAKmhyiE/TaAnOFUfu6I/AAAAAAAAAB8/5iVfYSCH2Qc/s72-c/IMG_9933.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4512305181531249059.post-7724704512465373149</id><published>2011-09-25T14:52:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-09-25T14:52:51.027+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Day 20 – The meaning behind your blog name.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Day 20 – The meaning behind your blog name.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I have discussed about this already since I have decided to change my blog name few months back.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Quoting my post last February 20, 2011...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;blockquote style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white; color: #666666; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', Trebuchet, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 18px;"&gt;...I may be okay outside, smiling and laughing and stuff, but there are thousand things running in my mind, clashing one another. Thoughts that I want to write down, but whenever I am ready to write or type away, they suddenly are gone. Screw those thoughts that walk out on me. And because of that, I change my blog name from “Memories Worth Sharing” to “Me and My Babbling Mind”. As I was pondering on this, I figured that “Memories Worth Sharing” isn’t applicable to my journals anymore as I mostly rant or talk about basically anything. Go through my previous posts and you’ll see that it’s more or less confirmed that it’s a better name for my blog, right? Haha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&amp;nbsp;Diba?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4512305181531249059-7724704512465373149?l=bridgetco.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bridgetco.blogspot.com/feeds/7724704512465373149/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bridgetco.blogspot.com/2011/09/day-20-meaning-behind-your-blog-name.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4512305181531249059/posts/default/7724704512465373149'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4512305181531249059/posts/default/7724704512465373149'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bridgetco.blogspot.com/2011/09/day-20-meaning-behind-your-blog-name.html' title='Day 20 – The meaning behind your blog name.'/><author><name>bridgetco</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09466559215793002276</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NtVCOmwwJBc/TOIjMlFZWVI/AAAAAAAAAAQ/bbLww4lOBKE/S220/IMG_0281.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4512305181531249059.post-6450918888795936118</id><published>2011-09-25T09:09:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-09-25T09:09:30.404+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Day 19 – Another picture of yourself.</title><content type='html'>Day 19 – Another picture of yourself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-hSAGtjEq3Lo/Tn52eo7RM6I/AAAAAAAAADA/E4n_1ASPF08/s1600/grad-col.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-hSAGtjEq3Lo/Tn52eo7RM6I/AAAAAAAAADA/E4n_1ASPF08/s320/grad-col.jpg" width="211" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;This is my college grad pic, taken some time 2007 for my graduation in 2008.&lt;br /&gt;Hopefully, 2 more school years and I will have another graduation picture, now from my second course.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div&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/4512305181531249059-6450918888795936118?l=bridgetco.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bridgetco.blogspot.com/feeds/6450918888795936118/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bridgetco.blogspot.com/2011/09/day-19-another-picture-of-yourself.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4512305181531249059/posts/default/6450918888795936118'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4512305181531249059/posts/default/6450918888795936118'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bridgetco.blogspot.com/2011/09/day-19-another-picture-of-yourself.html' title='Day 19 – Another picture of yourself.'/><author><name>bridgetco</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09466559215793002276</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NtVCOmwwJBc/TOIjMlFZWVI/AAAAAAAAAAQ/bbLww4lOBKE/S220/IMG_0281.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-hSAGtjEq3Lo/Tn52eo7RM6I/AAAAAAAAADA/E4n_1ASPF08/s72-c/grad-col.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4512305181531249059.post-6704518070265551788</id><published>2011-09-22T19:56:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-09-22T19:56:15.536+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Day 18 – Something you crave a lot.</title><content type='html'>Day 18 – Something you crave a lot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blindloop.com/wp-content/uploads/2011/01/Ground-Beef-pizza.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://www.blindloop.com/wp-content/uploads/2011/01/Ground-Beef-pizza.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;I'll forever crave for pizza. Nothing beats a hot pizza, with matching mozzarella cheese string when you pick up a slice. ♥&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4512305181531249059-6704518070265551788?l=bridgetco.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bridgetco.blogspot.com/feeds/6704518070265551788/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bridgetco.blogspot.com/2011/09/day-18-something-you-crave-lot.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4512305181531249059/posts/default/6704518070265551788'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4512305181531249059/posts/default/6704518070265551788'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bridgetco.blogspot.com/2011/09/day-18-something-you-crave-lot.html' title='Day 18 – Something you crave a lot.'/><author><name>bridgetco</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09466559215793002276</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NtVCOmwwJBc/TOIjMlFZWVI/AAAAAAAAAAQ/bbLww4lOBKE/S220/IMG_0281.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4512305181531249059.post-4295242253897873747</id><published>2011-09-21T19:08:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-09-21T19:08:54.235+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Day 17 – A photo of you and your family.</title><content type='html'>Day 17 – A photo of you and your family.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-MjPT8O2TpQ0/TnnFZwKsFtI/AAAAAAAAAC8/txT943GKlnM/s1600/210-11101_0010_8r_1copy.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="256" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-MjPT8O2TpQ0/TnnFZwKsFtI/AAAAAAAAAC8/txT943GKlnM/s320/210-11101_0010_8r_1copy.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;This is our family picture taken late last year.&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/4512305181531249059-4295242253897873747?l=bridgetco.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bridgetco.blogspot.com/feeds/4295242253897873747/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bridgetco.blogspot.com/2011/09/day-17-photo-of-you-and-your-family.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4512305181531249059/posts/default/4295242253897873747'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4512305181531249059/posts/default/4295242253897873747'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bridgetco.blogspot.com/2011/09/day-17-photo-of-you-and-your-family.html' title='Day 17 – A photo of you and your family.'/><author><name>bridgetco</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09466559215793002276</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NtVCOmwwJBc/TOIjMlFZWVI/AAAAAAAAAAQ/bbLww4lOBKE/S220/IMG_0281.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-MjPT8O2TpQ0/TnnFZwKsFtI/AAAAAAAAAC8/txT943GKlnM/s72-c/210-11101_0010_8r_1copy.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4512305181531249059.post-2648039216641906386</id><published>2011-09-21T19:01:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-09-21T19:01:25.480+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Day 16 – Your celebrity crush.</title><content type='html'>Day 16 – Your celebrity crush.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I have no celebrity crush. Really. But I find these two actors hot. :))&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.thecinemasource.com/moviesdb/images/OliverJames1-300.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://www.thecinemasource.com/moviesdb/images/OliverJames1-300.jpg" width="271" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Oliver James&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.parade.com/images/-v4/celebrity/2009/1108/default-john-cusack.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://www.parade.com/images/-v4/celebrity/2009/1108/default-john-cusack.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;John Cusack&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/4512305181531249059-2648039216641906386?l=bridgetco.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bridgetco.blogspot.com/feeds/2648039216641906386/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bridgetco.blogspot.com/2011/09/day-16-your-celebrity-crush.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4512305181531249059/posts/default/2648039216641906386'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4512305181531249059/posts/default/2648039216641906386'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bridgetco.blogspot.com/2011/09/day-16-your-celebrity-crush.html' title='Day 16 – Your celebrity crush.'/><author><name>bridgetco</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09466559215793002276</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NtVCOmwwJBc/TOIjMlFZWVI/AAAAAAAAAAQ/bbLww4lOBKE/S220/IMG_0281.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4512305181531249059.post-2352403942158030844</id><published>2011-09-20T21:59:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-09-20T21:59:01.258+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Day 15 – Something you don’t leave the house without.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Day 15 – Something you don’t leave the house without.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;First of all, pardon me for not being able to post yesterday as I got home late and my sister and her husband dropped by to leave us their dog.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;So anyway, when I was younger, I don't care if I go out without bringing anything, especially when I'm with my parents. But as I grow older, I got to go out with classmates and that's when I started bringing my own bag with whatever stuff inside that sometimes I think I bring too many things that I won't be even needing for a stroll around the mall.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Things I will never leave when going out:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li style="text-align: justify;"&gt;UMBRELLA- With the unpredictable weather the metro is experiencing lately, umbrella is a must!&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style="text-align: justify;"&gt;MONEY- When I was younger, whenever I need to buy something, I'll have Mom or Dad beside me so that they'll pay for what I'll be buying. But now, I bring my saved allowance, or sometimes my parents give me extra money.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style="text-align: justify;"&gt;HOUSE KEY- It's a must as well because if I forget bringing the house key, I'll be a dead meat, especially if I come home late.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style="text-align: justify;"&gt;TISSUE- Sometimes, there are times that you do not want to wipe your hands on your hanky, and this will be the time that tissues will be handy, may it be the facial tissue or the wet type of tissue.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style="text-align: justify;"&gt;PHONES- So that I'll have a way to contact my friends if we are to meet up.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style="text-align: justify;"&gt;MRT AND LRT CARDS- I can't commute without them, ya know!&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style="text-align: justify;"&gt;COMB- Need I say more?&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style="text-align: justify;"&gt;WATCH- It's my only accessory and I need time check.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style="text-align: justify;"&gt;PEN- Who knows, you might suddenly write a dedication on a gift or something.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4512305181531249059-2352403942158030844?l=bridgetco.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bridgetco.blogspot.com/feeds/2352403942158030844/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bridgetco.blogspot.com/2011/09/day-15-something-you-dont-leave-house.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4512305181531249059/posts/default/2352403942158030844'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4512305181531249059/posts/default/2352403942158030844'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bridgetco.blogspot.com/2011/09/day-15-something-you-dont-leave-house.html' title='Day 15 – Something you don’t leave the house without.'/><author><name>bridgetco</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09466559215793002276</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NtVCOmwwJBc/TOIjMlFZWVI/AAAAAAAAAAQ/bbLww4lOBKE/S220/IMG_0281.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4512305181531249059.post-737865333194329301</id><published>2011-09-18T08:49:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-09-18T08:49:19.103+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Day 14 – A TV show you’re currently addicted to.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Day 14 – A TV show you’re currently addicted to.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I love Glee. As much as possible, I would want to catch all the episodes every Wednesday night. But since the last season has ended few months ago, and the new season will come out next week, I'm just watching the replays of the second season, as well as the replays of The Glee Project which also recently wrapped up. I can't wait for the 3rd season of Glee to start, and how will the winners of The Glee Project do when they get to join the cast of Glee.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4512305181531249059-737865333194329301?l=bridgetco.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bridgetco.blogspot.com/feeds/737865333194329301/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bridgetco.blogspot.com/2011/09/day-14-tv-show-youre-currently-addicted.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4512305181531249059/posts/default/737865333194329301'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4512305181531249059/posts/default/737865333194329301'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bridgetco.blogspot.com/2011/09/day-14-tv-show-youre-currently-addicted.html' title='Day 14 – A TV show you’re currently addicted to.'/><author><name>bridgetco</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09466559215793002276</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NtVCOmwwJBc/TOIjMlFZWVI/AAAAAAAAAAQ/bbLww4lOBKE/S220/IMG_0281.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4512305181531249059.post-3844953083212896169</id><published>2011-09-17T21:05:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-09-17T21:05:03.461+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Day 13 – Your favorite musician and why?</title><content type='html'>Day 13 – Your favorite musician and why?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;As I think about this, I think I can say that I really don't have a particular favorite musician. Maybe it has something to do with the fact that whatever I listen to that I get to like is based of what my mood for that moment, and it varies as long as they are sort of of the same theme.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;As short as that.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4512305181531249059-3844953083212896169?l=bridgetco.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bridgetco.blogspot.com/feeds/3844953083212896169/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bridgetco.blogspot.com/2011/09/day-13-your-favorite-musician-and-why.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4512305181531249059/posts/default/3844953083212896169'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4512305181531249059/posts/default/3844953083212896169'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bridgetco.blogspot.com/2011/09/day-13-your-favorite-musician-and-why.html' title='Day 13 – Your favorite musician and why?'/><author><name>bridgetco</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09466559215793002276</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NtVCOmwwJBc/TOIjMlFZWVI/AAAAAAAAAAQ/bbLww4lOBKE/S220/IMG_0281.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4512305181531249059.post-2786471041541775456</id><published>2011-09-16T22:07:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-09-16T22:07:27.117+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Day 12 – A photograph of the town you live in.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Day 12 – A photograph of the town you live in.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Since majority of the people I know do not know where Pateros is located, I decided to post stuff about the municipality where I've been living for my whole life.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;This is taken from&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href="http://www.pateros.gov.ph/"&gt;HERE&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;blockquote style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: Verdana; font-size: 12px; line-height: 21px;"&gt;Southeast of Manila is Pateros, the smallest of the seventeen cities and municipalities comprising the Metropolitan Manila. Pateros before 1700 was only a barrio of Pasig called "Aguho" or "embarcadero". Aguho was derived from the name of numerous shady trees planted along the Pateros River, while "embarcadero" means a small port. As a port, Pateros was the focal point of trade and commerce not only for the entire Municipality of Pasig but also for the neighboring towns. It also served as harbor for the Malay, Chinese, Swedish and Indian vessels that periodically called to disembark merchandise and to engage in commerce. These were the reasons why Pateros as the most progressive barrio of Pasig was given the name Aguho or embarcadero.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;blockquote style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: Verdana; font-size: 12px; line-height: 21px;"&gt;The Chinese traders who eventually settled in the town introduced the most famous balut industry and alfombra-slipper making. The name PATEROS came from the Tagalog words "pato" — the duck that lays the eggs for balut making, and "sapatero" — the word for shoemakers.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;As of 2007, the total population of all the barangays is 61,940.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;According to &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Pateros,_Metro_Manila"&gt;Wikipedia&lt;/a&gt;...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white; font-family: sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 19px;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="line-height: 1.5em; margin-bottom: 0.5em; margin-top: 0.4em; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white; font-family: sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 19px;"&gt;The&amp;nbsp;&lt;b&gt;Municipality of Pateros&lt;/b&gt;&amp;nbsp;(Filipino:&amp;nbsp;&lt;i&gt;Bayan ng Pateros&lt;/i&gt;) is a First-class Municipality in&amp;nbsp;Metro Manila,&amp;nbsp;Philippines. This small town is famous for its duck-raising industry and especially for producing&amp;nbsp;&lt;i&gt;balut&lt;/i&gt;, a Filipino delicacy that is boiled duck egg. Pateros is bordered by&amp;nbsp;Pasig City&amp;nbsp;to the north,&amp;nbsp;Makati City&amp;nbsp;to the west, and&amp;nbsp;Taguig City&amp;nbsp;to the south.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="line-height: 1.5em; margin-bottom: 0.5em; margin-top: 0.4em; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white; font-family: sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 19px;"&gt;Pateros is the only municipality and the smallest, both in population and in land area, in Metro Manila, but it is the second most densely populated at around 27 thousand people per square kilometer after&amp;nbsp;Manila.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://upload.wikimedia.org/wikipedia/commons/6/6f/Ph_locator_ncr_pateros.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://upload.wikimedia.org/wikipedia/commons/6/6f/Ph_locator_ncr_pateros.png" width="272" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;See how small the municipality I live in? =)&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/4512305181531249059-2786471041541775456?l=bridgetco.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bridgetco.blogspot.com/feeds/2786471041541775456/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bridgetco.blogspot.com/2011/09/day-12-photograph-of-town-you-live-in.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4512305181531249059/posts/default/2786471041541775456'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4512305181531249059/posts/default/2786471041541775456'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bridgetco.blogspot.com/2011/09/day-12-photograph-of-town-you-live-in.html' title='Day 12 – A photograph of the town you live in.'/><author><name>bridgetco</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09466559215793002276</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NtVCOmwwJBc/TOIjMlFZWVI/AAAAAAAAAAQ/bbLww4lOBKE/S220/IMG_0281.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4512305181531249059.post-2663734292192157990</id><published>2011-09-15T21:45:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-09-15T21:45:19.567+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Day 11 – What’s in your makeup bag?</title><content type='html'>Day 11 – What’s in your makeup bag?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;What's in my makeup bag? I've got the simplest answer for this question: &lt;b&gt;I HAVE NO MAKEUP BAG!&lt;/b&gt; Lol. I don't put makeup unless it's a formal occasion that I must attend. My friends wanted me to have one before, they even bought me a blush on just so I can start putting basic makeup on myself. But I came to realization that whenever I put on some blush on, I'd remove it within minutes because I have the habit of wiping my face, especially if it's hot. The closest thing that I consider as part of my makeup stuff that I commonly use is a lip gloss, which I even seldom use; I only use it when my lips get dry. So in case I decide to have a makeup bag, I think I'll have these things inside: blush on, lip gloss and eyeliner.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4512305181531249059-2663734292192157990?l=bridgetco.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bridgetco.blogspot.com/feeds/2663734292192157990/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bridgetco.blogspot.com/2011/09/day-11-whats-in-your-makeup-bag.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4512305181531249059/posts/default/2663734292192157990'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4512305181531249059/posts/default/2663734292192157990'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bridgetco.blogspot.com/2011/09/day-11-whats-in-your-makeup-bag.html' title='Day 11 – What’s in your makeup bag?'/><author><name>bridgetco</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09466559215793002276</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NtVCOmwwJBc/TOIjMlFZWVI/AAAAAAAAAAQ/bbLww4lOBKE/S220/IMG_0281.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4512305181531249059.post-5250126015828954136</id><published>2011-09-14T21:25:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-09-14T21:25:03.331+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Day 10 – A photo of your favorite place to eat.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Day 10 – A photo of your favorite place to eat.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I'll change the challenge to "a photo of a place where you want to eat" because there's a lot of places that I like so it's hard to choose which one is to be my favorite.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://jimamado.files.wordpress.com/2010/08/yakimix-15.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="127" src="http://jimamado.files.wordpress.com/2010/08/yakimix-15.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Since July, I've been wanting to eat at Yakimix. But since my family wouldn't be complete on the day that I would want us to eat there, I just scrapped the idea. My sister kept making me jealous because she's been eating there once in a while for the past 3 months. I miss their siomai hahha.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Sorry for the very short entry. Hihihi.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4512305181531249059-5250126015828954136?l=bridgetco.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bridgetco.blogspot.com/feeds/5250126015828954136/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bridgetco.blogspot.com/2011/09/day-10-photo-of-your-favorite-place-to.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4512305181531249059/posts/default/5250126015828954136'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4512305181531249059/posts/default/5250126015828954136'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bridgetco.blogspot.com/2011/09/day-10-photo-of-your-favorite-place-to.html' title='Day 10 – A photo of your favorite place to eat.'/><author><name>bridgetco</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09466559215793002276</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NtVCOmwwJBc/TOIjMlFZWVI/AAAAAAAAAAQ/bbLww4lOBKE/S220/IMG_0281.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4512305181531249059.post-1463135100285027012</id><published>2011-09-13T21:13:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-09-13T21:13:24.000+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Day 9 – A photo of the item you last purchased.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Day 9 – A photo of the item you last purchased.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;The last thing I bought for myself is a magazine that I've been collecting for 3 years now, Yummy Magazine. Yes, it's a food magazine, with recipes and all that stuff.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-FKJ2YoFPIks/Tm9IqECT3kI/AAAAAAAAAC4/iaPkTC77-Ug/s1600/IMG_1380.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-FKJ2YoFPIks/Tm9IqECT3kI/AAAAAAAAAC4/iaPkTC77-Ug/s320/IMG_1380.JPG" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;The very first issue of the magazine that I bought was way back May 2008, just before I started med school. I believe I was looking for school supplies in the bookstore when I spotted the magazine. I bought it, just to see what's inside since that was the first time I saw it. And after seeing all those promising recipes (which I believe I haven't tried any recipes from that issue until now--- must try some during sembreak!), I got hooked and that made me buy every month. =)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4512305181531249059-1463135100285027012?l=bridgetco.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bridgetco.blogspot.com/feeds/1463135100285027012/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bridgetco.blogspot.com/2011/09/day-9-photo-of-item-you-last-purchased.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4512305181531249059/posts/default/1463135100285027012'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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type='text'>Day 8 – A song to match your mood.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Day 8 – A song to match your mood.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;object height="345" width="420"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/r0U0AlLVqpk?version=3&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;rel=0"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/r0U0AlLVqpk?version=3&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;rel=0" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="420" height="345" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Welcome to My Life&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Do you ever feel like breaking down?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Do you ever feel out of place?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Like somehow you just don't belong&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;And no one understands you&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Do you ever wanna runaway?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Do you lock yourself in your room?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;With the radio on turned up so loud &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;That no one hears you screaming&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;No you don't know what it's like&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;When nothing feels all right&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;You don't know what it's like&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;To be like me&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;To be hurt&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;To feel lost&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;To be left out in the dark&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;To be kicked when you're down&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;To feel like you've been pushed around&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;To be on the edge of breaking down&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;And no one's there to save you &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;No you don't know what it's like&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Welcome to my life&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Do you wanna be somebody else?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Are you sick of feeling so left out?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Are you desperate to find something more?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Before your life is over&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Are you stuck inside a world you hate?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Are you sick of everyone around?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;With their big fake smiles and stupid lies&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;While deep inside you're bleeding&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;No you don't know what it's like&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;When nothing feels all right&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;You don't know what it's like&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;To be like me&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;To be hurt&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;To feel lost&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;To be left out in the dark&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;To be kicked when you're down&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;To feel like you've been pushed around&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;To be on the edge of breaking down&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;And no one's there to save you &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;No you don't know what it's like&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Welcome to my life&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;No one ever lied straight to your face&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;No one ever stabbed you in the back&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;You might think I'm happy but I'm not gonna be okay&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Everybody always gave you what you wanted&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Never had to work it was always there&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;You don't know what it's like, what it's like&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;To be hurt&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;To feel lost&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;To be left out in the dark&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;To be kicked when you're down&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;To feel like you've been pushed around&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;To be on the edge of breaking down&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;And no one's there to save you &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;No you don't know what it's like (what it's like)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;To be hurt&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;To feel lost&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;To be left out in the dark&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;To be kicked when you're down&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;To feel like you've been pushed around&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;To be on the edge of breaking down&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;And no one's there to save you &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;No you don't know what it's like&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Welcome to my life&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Welcome to my life&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Welcome to my life&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4512305181531249059-5152873651939783140?l=bridgetco.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bridgetco.blogspot.com/feeds/5152873651939783140/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bridgetco.blogspot.com/2011/09/day-8-song-to-match-your-mood.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4512305181531249059/posts/default/5152873651939783140'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4512305181531249059/posts/default/5152873651939783140'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bridgetco.blogspot.com/2011/09/day-8-song-to-match-your-mood.html' title='Day 8 – A song to match your mood.'/><author><name>bridgetco</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09466559215793002276</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NtVCOmwwJBc/TOIjMlFZWVI/AAAAAAAAAAQ/bbLww4lOBKE/S220/IMG_0281.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4512305181531249059.post-4274453967248735429</id><published>2011-09-11T18:35:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-09-11T18:35:44.980+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Day 7 – Your dream wedding.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Day 7 – Your dream wedding.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;My dream wedding. Wow. This is a bit tough for me to write since I don't really think about me getting married. But of course, there's this hope of getting married. So, anyway, here it goes.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Like the usual weddings, I want to ceremony to occur in a church with close friends and relatives (as much as possible, not a very big crowd. If a lot of relatives would be invited, maybe limit the number of invitees per family? Hahaha.) as witnesses. White flowers, not necessarily roses, will line both sides of the aisle, with hints of other colored flowers. Everybody will dress and look their best.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;As for the reception, I want it to be somewhere near the church to be less hassle for every guests. I want the reception to take place during the time of sunset (I just love sunset, so cheesy of me, wahaha!). I like the reception to be in a simple yet elegant looking place, perhaps with lots of sweet-smelling flowers to fill the place. Of course, I want the guests to enjoy, feel the love in the air and have fun for the rest of the night, old friends reuniting and talking, meeting new&amp;nbsp;acquaintances&amp;nbsp;among the crowd.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4512305181531249059-4274453967248735429?l=bridgetco.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bridgetco.blogspot.com/feeds/4274453967248735429/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bridgetco.blogspot.com/2011/09/day-7-your-dream-wedding.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4512305181531249059/posts/default/4274453967248735429'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4512305181531249059/posts/default/4274453967248735429'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bridgetco.blogspot.com/2011/09/day-7-your-dream-wedding.html' title='Day 7 – Your dream wedding.'/><author><name>bridgetco</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09466559215793002276</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NtVCOmwwJBc/TOIjMlFZWVI/AAAAAAAAAAQ/bbLww4lOBKE/S220/IMG_0281.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4512305181531249059.post-1605333947978425978</id><published>2011-09-10T23:05:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-09-10T23:05:30.840+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Day 6 – A photo of an animal you’d love to keep as a pet.</title><content type='html'>Day 6 – A photo of an animal you’d love to keep as a pet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm supposed to put some breeds of dogs for this day's challenge, but I thought that I should put some other animals instead for a change.&amp;nbsp;Anyway, I don't know if this will come true in my entire life or not, but a part of me wanted to have Macaw Parrots as pets.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://khor-fakkan.classi4uae.com/viewpost.php?post=pets-for-sale-macaw-parrots-pid24499"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-kDv7RS04h_g/Tmt17oTZHOI/AAAAAAAAACw/J5r2B_03Qjc/s320/blue+macaw.jpg" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href="http://hogwartsrpg.wikia.com/wiki/User:Patty123"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-D89v4UF5dwc/Tmt18vcwNmI/AAAAAAAAAC0/vAT_M2Z639Q/s320/macaw.jpg" width="183" /&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/4512305181531249059-1605333947978425978?l=bridgetco.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bridgetco.blogspot.com/feeds/1605333947978425978/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bridgetco.blogspot.com/2011/09/day-6-photo-of-animal-youd-love-to-keep.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4512305181531249059/posts/default/1605333947978425978'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4512305181531249059/posts/default/1605333947978425978'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bridgetco.blogspot.com/2011/09/day-6-photo-of-animal-youd-love-to-keep.html' title='Day 6 – A photo of an animal you’d love to keep as a pet.'/><author><name>bridgetco</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09466559215793002276</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NtVCOmwwJBc/TOIjMlFZWVI/AAAAAAAAAAQ/bbLww4lOBKE/S220/IMG_0281.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-kDv7RS04h_g/Tmt17oTZHOI/AAAAAAAAACw/J5r2B_03Qjc/s72-c/blue+macaw.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4512305181531249059.post-180011491039053309</id><published>2011-09-09T22:35:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-09-09T22:39:04.089+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Day 5 – A photo of yourself two years ago.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;Day 5 – A photo of yourself two years ago.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-lNiYLKgGYHo/Tmoe9-F-uGI/AAAAAAAAACs/E63YCxwr4Pw/s320/IMG-0281.JPG" width="213" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;This was me 2 years ago, just few hours before the wedding of my cousin. I seldom wear makeup and have a picture of myself taken (I'm camera shy. Hahaha.) so this is one of those moments that I let myself be captured.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-cnSr5QMOc0o/Tmoe9dYj7nI/AAAAAAAAACo/4VHEN1dwySo/s320/IMG_0190.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;This is another photo of me 2 years ago, this was taken at the hotel we stayed in at Hong Kong. I believe this was semi-candid by Claire.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4512305181531249059-180011491039053309?l=bridgetco.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bridgetco.blogspot.com/feeds/180011491039053309/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bridgetco.blogspot.com/2011/09/day-5-photo-of-yourself-two-years-ago.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4512305181531249059/posts/default/180011491039053309'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4512305181531249059/posts/default/180011491039053309'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bridgetco.blogspot.com/2011/09/day-5-photo-of-yourself-two-years-ago.html' title='Day 5 – A photo of yourself two years ago.'/><author><name>bridgetco</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09466559215793002276</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NtVCOmwwJBc/TOIjMlFZWVI/AAAAAAAAAAQ/bbLww4lOBKE/S220/IMG_0281.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-lNiYLKgGYHo/Tmoe9-F-uGI/AAAAAAAAACs/E63YCxwr4Pw/s72-c/IMG-0281.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4512305181531249059.post-655430919400609858</id><published>2011-09-08T22:15:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-09-10T17:47:19.821+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Day 4 – 10 ways to win your heart.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="MsoNoSpacing" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNoSpacing" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 10pt;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Day 4 – 10 ways to win your heart.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif;"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNoSpacing" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNoSpacing" style="margin-left: .5in; mso-list: l0 level1 lfo1; text-align: justify; text-indent: -.25in;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 10pt;"&gt;1.&lt;span style="font: normal normal normal 7pt/normal 'Times New Roman';"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 10pt;"&gt;Be real.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNoSpacing" style="margin-left: .5in; mso-list: l0 level1 lfo1; text-align: justify; text-indent: -.25in;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 10pt;"&gt;2.&lt;span style="font: normal normal normal 7pt/normal 'Times New Roman';"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 10pt;"&gt;Accept me for who I am.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNoSpacing" style="margin-left: .5in; mso-list: l0 level1 lfo1; text-align: justify; text-indent: -.25in;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 10pt;"&gt;3.&lt;span style="font: normal normal normal 7pt/normal 'Times New Roman';"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 10pt;"&gt;Cook for me. :D&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNoSpacing" style="margin-left: .5in; mso-list: l0 level1 lfo1; text-align: justify; text-indent: -.25in;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 10pt;"&gt;4.&lt;span style="font: normal normal normal 7pt/normal 'Times New Roman';"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 10pt;"&gt;Sing for me!&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNoSpacing" style="margin-left: .5in; mso-list: l0 level1 lfo1; text-align: justify; text-indent: -.25in;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 10pt;"&gt;5.&lt;span style="font: normal normal normal 7pt/normal 'Times New Roman';"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 10pt;"&gt;Write me letters. Handwritten.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNoSpacing" style="margin-left: .5in; mso-list: l0 level1 lfo1; text-align: justify; text-indent: -.25in;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 10pt;"&gt;6.&lt;span style="font: normal normal normal 7pt/normal 'Times New Roman';"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 10pt;"&gt;Be a gentleman.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNoSpacing" style="margin-left: .5in; mso-list: l0 level1 lfo1; text-align: justify; text-indent: -.25in;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 10pt;"&gt;7.&lt;span style="font: normal normal normal 7pt/normal 'Times New Roman';"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 10pt;"&gt;Fight for me.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNoSpacing" style="margin-left: .5in; mso-list: l0 level1 lfo1; text-align: justify; text-indent: -.25in;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 10pt;"&gt;8.&lt;span style="font: normal normal normal 7pt/normal 'Times New Roman';"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 10pt;"&gt;Make me smile for whatever reasons.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNoSpacing" style="margin-left: .5in; mso-list: l0 level1 lfo1; text-align: justify; text-indent: -.25in;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 10pt;"&gt;9.&lt;span style="font: normal normal normal 7pt/normal 'Times New Roman';"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 10pt;"&gt;Fulfill one of my small dreams. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNoSpacing" style="margin-left: .5in; mso-list: l0 level1 lfo1; text-align: justify; text-indent: -.25in;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 10pt;"&gt;10.&lt;span style="font: normal normal normal 7pt/normal 'Times New Roman';"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 10pt;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Surprise me!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4512305181531249059-655430919400609858?l=bridgetco.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bridgetco.blogspot.com/feeds/655430919400609858/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bridgetco.blogspot.com/2011/09/day-4-10-ways-to-win-your-heart.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4512305181531249059/posts/default/655430919400609858'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4512305181531249059/posts/default/655430919400609858'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bridgetco.blogspot.com/2011/09/day-4-10-ways-to-win-your-heart.html' title='Day 4 – 10 ways to win your heart.'/><author><name>bridgetco</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09466559215793002276</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NtVCOmwwJBc/TOIjMlFZWVI/AAAAAAAAAAQ/bbLww4lOBKE/S220/IMG_0281.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4512305181531249059.post-1806731754559264013</id><published>2011-09-07T22:38:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-09-07T22:38:05.094+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Day 3 – Your idea of the perfect first date.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="MsoNoSpacing" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Day 3 – Your idea of the perfect first date.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNoSpacing" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNoSpacing" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;For me, anything goes on a date. I would rather have a date that has no itinerary of some sort. But as much as possible I hate—no, I think it’s too common—to watch a movie on the first date. But yeah, I experienced that before. ANYWAY, that is beside the point.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNoSpacing" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNoSpacing" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;For the first date, I’ve always dreamed of spending the day with the person somewhere that is not too crowded, tamang dami lang ng tao. As I’ve said, going to malls is common already so cancel that as a choice. I think I won’t be choosy where my date would bring me, as long as I will enjoy his company; that’s what’s important right? And the place shouldn’t be difficult to go to by commuting, so I won’t have a hard time going there, hehehe. We may spend the whole day together, or just half of the day, either’s fine with me, he shouldn’t bore me to death; I want us to have an endless conversation, anything and everything under the sun, no dull moments. I want us not to be aware of the time, enjoying every moment. I want one of the highlights of our date would be watching the sun set. Cheesy? Yeah, I am cheesy. &lt;span&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;I don’t know if people still do that nowadays, but I want to experience watching the sunset with someone special.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNoSpacing" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNoSpacing" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;So I won't elaborate more on what I want on a perfect first date, nawawala essence of surprise. Hihihi.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4512305181531249059-1806731754559264013?l=bridgetco.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bridgetco.blogspot.com/feeds/1806731754559264013/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bridgetco.blogspot.com/2011/09/day-3-your-idea-of-perfect-first-date.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4512305181531249059/posts/default/1806731754559264013'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4512305181531249059/posts/default/1806731754559264013'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bridgetco.blogspot.com/2011/09/day-3-your-idea-of-perfect-first-date.html' title='Day 3 – Your idea of the perfect first date.'/><author><name>bridgetco</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09466559215793002276</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NtVCOmwwJBc/TOIjMlFZWVI/AAAAAAAAAAQ/bbLww4lOBKE/S220/IMG_0281.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4512305181531249059.post-8143213213058862165</id><published>2011-09-06T22:26:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-09-06T22:26:00.919+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Day 2 – A photo of something you ate today.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Lk-TMuJzOHk/TmYqFORELhI/AAAAAAAAACk/7FIE-9XCqdU/s1600/sbarrospinachpizza.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Lk-TMuJzOHk/TmYqFORELhI/AAAAAAAAACk/7FIE-9XCqdU/s320/sbarrospinachpizza.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Since I am having problems uploading pictures from my phone to our desktop, I think something's wrong with our bluetooth device, I just borrowed a photo from&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href="http://sweetdreams-eighteen.blogspot.com/2008/03/sbarro.html"&gt;this blog&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So this is something that I ate today. Mushroom and Spinach Pizza from Sbarro. I've been craving for Sbarro for about a month now and I just kept putting it off, sometimes I just don't have the appetite to eat while at times I super wanted to eat, I couldn't because of school stuff. I was lucky to have this pizza today since I wanted something with mushroom. I usually would ask for additional mozzarella cheese, but this time I didn't (I still have 3 bars of mozzarella cheese here at home!!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A dash of hot sauce here and there on my pizza, and it's perfect. I rarely eat spinach (they don't cook that here, and now I wonder why) so having it on my pizza and a glass of lemonade makes Bea a happier eater. =D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4512305181531249059-8143213213058862165?l=bridgetco.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bridgetco.blogspot.com/feeds/8143213213058862165/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bridgetco.blogspot.com/2011/09/day-2-photo-of-something-you-ate-today.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4512305181531249059/posts/default/8143213213058862165'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4512305181531249059/posts/default/8143213213058862165'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bridgetco.blogspot.com/2011/09/day-2-photo-of-something-you-ate-today.html' title='Day 2 – A photo of something you ate today.'/><author><name>bridgetco</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09466559215793002276</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NtVCOmwwJBc/TOIjMlFZWVI/AAAAAAAAAAQ/bbLww4lOBKE/S220/IMG_0281.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Lk-TMuJzOHk/TmYqFORELhI/AAAAAAAAACk/7FIE-9XCqdU/s72-c/sbarrospinachpizza.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4512305181531249059.post-2504937956138347273</id><published>2011-09-05T23:57:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-09-05T23:58:21.295+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Day 1 – A photo of yourself and a description of how your day was.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Soooo... I have decided to do a 30 day blog challenge. Actually, I originally wanted to do this on my Tumblr account, but since I don't open it as often as I do on Blogspot and LiveJournal, I thought of just doing the challenge on Blogspot and LJ. Will I be able to finish this in a month?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Day 1 – A photo of yourself and a description of how your day was.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-dcbhLeq9Nas/TmTvQMr2h8I/AAAAAAAAACg/Ykw09tkdLTw/s1600/IMG0000.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-dcbhLeq9Nas/TmTvQMr2h8I/AAAAAAAAACg/Ykw09tkdLTw/s320/IMG0000.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;So this is a picture of myself at this moment. I just used the camera of the laptop so please bear with the quality. Hahah.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;How was my day? Let's say, my day can be divided into 2 different feelings. The first one was that I was panicky/scared due to the 3 exams we had today. I was supposed to wake up early this morning to study some more. But, I didn't hear my phones' alarms, therefore I woke up at 3am. Since I will be waking up an hour after that, I decided to just go back to sleep and not study anymore. The exams were somehow okay. Not great, just okay. I was just thankful that I didn't review too much because if I did, I will just scream in frustration. You get what I mean now? Basta yun.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;The 2nd feeling I had for the day was excitement. Mondays usually mean we go home VERY late. Yet today, we got to leave school at quarter to 5!!! There's still sun when we left school. We were just happy to go home early. And, to top it all, tomorrow, we have no classes, making our early dismissal even better.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;Day 2 tomorrow!&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/4512305181531249059-2504937956138347273?l=bridgetco.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bridgetco.blogspot.com/feeds/2504937956138347273/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bridgetco.blogspot.com/2011/09/day-1-photo-of-yourself-and-description.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4512305181531249059/posts/default/2504937956138347273'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4512305181531249059/posts/default/2504937956138347273'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bridgetco.blogspot.com/2011/09/day-1-photo-of-yourself-and-description.html' title='Day 1 – A photo of yourself and a description of how your day was.'/><author><name>bridgetco</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09466559215793002276</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NtVCOmwwJBc/TOIjMlFZWVI/AAAAAAAAAAQ/bbLww4lOBKE/S220/IMG_0281.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-dcbhLeq9Nas/TmTvQMr2h8I/AAAAAAAAACg/Ykw09tkdLTw/s72-c/IMG0000.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4512305181531249059.post-8508162357987471349</id><published>2011-09-05T23:43:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-09-05T23:43:13.232+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Tambayan</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="MsoNoSpacing" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Arial&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;;"&gt;For someone who’s a homebody, I have a lot of favorite tambayan, about one on each place that I’ve always been going to.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNoSpacing" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNoSpacing" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Arial&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;;"&gt;Back in Biology days, my ultimate favorite tambayan is the gazebo behind our college building, St. Joseph Building, and the William Hall. I’ve always like going there, may it be early in the morning when no one has arrived, or nearly lunch time before people will crowd the small area to study or sleep or eat their lunch bought from Agno. I remember always choosing a table facing the back, where I can just stare at the plants, and sometimes take pictures of them, just away from people coming to the gazebo. I remember one of my close friends would text me after her class, “Asan ka?” and I would reply, “Sa lungga ko.” At first she would wonder where my lungga is. But eventually she’d realize that my lungga is the gazebo. The gazebo is the place where I have written a lot of muni-muni articles (some posted at my LiveJournal account), as well as some poems; it’s also the place where I find peace in myself despite all the dramas I was going through during *that period* of my life; it’s one of the places where I shed tears (I don’t remember why I cried, but I remember who made me cry, hahaha). How I wish I hang out on gazebo from the start of my college years instead of the only last 2 years. If I get to visit Taft again one of these days, I will definitely take some time to seat again at gazebo and reminisce. =)&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNoSpacing" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNoSpacing" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Arial&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;;"&gt;Another favorite tambayan of mine back in Bio days would be the second floor of the Sports Complex, overlooking the swimming pool. I remember there was a time that we (my friends and I) were hanging out there, watching the swimming varsity do their practice because Enchong Dee was there. Well, I don’t remember now if we saw Enchong or not, I wasn’t interested anyway, haha. Anyway, we would just sit there on the floor, or sometimes lie down, during our long breaks. On my last year there, it was one of the places I frequently go to, so we can finish typing our thesis paper. I remember my thesis partner and I almost had a petty argument there, all because of the pie chart we were making. Haha.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNoSpacing" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNoSpacing" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Arial&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;;"&gt;I know Starbucks is now a rather common place for everyone, to hang out or to study or to do whatever, that a lot of branches get jam-packed, making it difficult for you to look for a vacant seat. My first time to stay at Starbucks to study, I didn’t quite like it, maybe because of the time I went, around lunch time, thus the place was buzzing loudly with chattering people here and there. Eventually, I made a habit of going there early (before 7am) so that it’s still quiet and I can choose a place to study. My first Starbucks tambayan was at Torre Lorenzo near La Salle Taft. Staying there wasn’t what I really wanted to do, but I guess I wanted to try studying there for a change when I thought that staying inside the campus was a bit suffocating due to some incidents in my life. When I went to medschool, my friend and I tried studying at the Starbucks located at the hospital. The area was small and always full so I wasn’t satisfied. We then tried the branch at SM Fairview; far it maybe, but what I liked there was that it’s spacious and despite being inside the mall, it’s quiet. Now in vetmed, I swore that I will stop going to coffee shops and just study here at home. But. But. But. I failed doing that. Well, actually, I succeeded last year. Just this year, more likely just recently, when I met up with my cousins, we stayed at this branch at Bonifacio High Street. It’s a bit far from my usual “spot” in Market!Market!, but the walk from Market to Boni High is all worth it when you arrive there without so many people and my favorite spot is free! So yeah, I’ve been going there once in a while, more often now on exam week to study. I still feel comfortable there, not very much jam-packed and the staff is very, very friendly.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNoSpacing" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNoSpacing" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Arial&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;;"&gt;In a year from now, will I have a new tambayan or I still have the same one? Hmmm…&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4512305181531249059-8508162357987471349?l=bridgetco.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bridgetco.blogspot.com/feeds/8508162357987471349/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bridgetco.blogspot.com/2011/09/tambayan.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4512305181531249059/posts/default/8508162357987471349'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4512305181531249059/posts/default/8508162357987471349'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bridgetco.blogspot.com/2011/09/tambayan.html' title='Tambayan'/><author><name>bridgetco</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09466559215793002276</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NtVCOmwwJBc/TOIjMlFZWVI/AAAAAAAAAAQ/bbLww4lOBKE/S220/IMG_0281.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4512305181531249059.post-7748663019491604885</id><published>2011-08-21T01:30:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-08-21T01:30:40.382+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Dear Diary</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I'm currently reading Ang Mga Kaibigan ni Mama Susan by Bob Ong as my non-academic book. It's style of writing is like journal entries. The main character of the story kept writing on his journal even if it's no longer required, as he started writing one because of a subject that requires the class to submit a journal. He just wanted to continue writing to be able to express his feelings, as if talking to other people, when he has no one to talk to. So far, the book is a good read, just skipping the scary parts. You know why if you really know me. Hahaha.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Diary, journal, online journal, blog. So many names but all pertains to one thing. I rarely call the blog/ diary a journal because I spent 4 years of college associating journal to Chemistry laboratory. Seriously. I remember that I had my first diary when I was in Grade 2. I think I forced Mommy to give me one. And I still have it! Hahahah! But what do I know about diaries at that age? All I know was that I wanted to write down the daily activities of my life, and funny I wrote my entries in numbered list. After that first diary, I believe that's when I started to give a name to my succeeding diaries; I named her Jamie. I don't know why, I think I like that name way back. Also, I started writing in paragraphs. I think I have at least 5 diaries all in all. I don't remember where I put them, they must be somewhere here in my room. Must look for them!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I was in high school when I learned about online journals. My first blog was livejournal, but I couldn't remember my username months later, so I made another one, but this time here in blogger. I updated my blog often until such time that I got very busy that I stopped updating it and ended up deactivating my account. When I regretted deactivating it, I made another one with LJ again. And now, here's my blogger again and I simultaneously update this and LJ.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Sometimes, I wonder how it feels if I am still writing in diaries. Maybe I would've said more as it'll be more private than having your thoughts blogged online. As for my online blogs, I do not mind if no one's reading them, but sometimes I am a lot curious who reads my blogs; who appreciates my thoughts, who don't mind what I wanted to rant about or something. I remember, few years ago, I was talking to a cousin-in-law and she was telling me that it's good to write in a diary but in order to keep its privacy until you die, you better burn it. I wonder how many people still write in diaries nowadays...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4512305181531249059-7748663019491604885?l=bridgetco.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bridgetco.blogspot.com/feeds/7748663019491604885/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bridgetco.blogspot.com/2011/08/dear-diary.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4512305181531249059/posts/default/7748663019491604885'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4512305181531249059/posts/default/7748663019491604885'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bridgetco.blogspot.com/2011/08/dear-diary.html' title='Dear Diary'/><author><name>bridgetco</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09466559215793002276</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NtVCOmwwJBc/TOIjMlFZWVI/AAAAAAAAAAQ/bbLww4lOBKE/S220/IMG_0281.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4512305181531249059.post-4244942855028173995</id><published>2011-08-14T00:15:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-08-14T00:15:24.861+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Talking to Strangers</title><content type='html'>&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Don’t talk to strangers. That’s what we were told when we were younger. But as for me, shy that I am, I really don’t talk to anyone that I do not know. My friends can attest to that.&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;So anyway, this afternoon, when I went it the train, I sat just near the door so that I won’t have a hard time alighting the train when we arrive at Guadalupe Station. Luckily, the area that I chose has aircon so it’s just perfect as it was oh-so hot outside. When I was settled on my seat, a lady sat beside me and commented that she’s happy about the aircon. I acknowledged her and she started talking about the heat and how it gives headache and I was just nodding and smiling since I don’t know what else to say (see, I’m not that conversationalist with strangers). Then she asked me something, and I thought she was asking about that time so I answered her, “5 o’clock po” while pointing at my watch. And she said, “Ah hindi, tanong ko kung nurse ka,” to which I answered, “Ah, hindi po, veterinary medicine po.” She started asking me about veterinary stuff, such as how we handle/restrain dogs, how about when dogs are pregnant (she was surprised that dogs can undergo caesarean section—did I say this correctly?), have I handled snakes and monkeys, and so on. &lt;span&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;She then asked where I go home. When I told her where, she remarked that she lives also on the same municipality, but on the opposite end. And our topic became Ondoy, how she saw some places near their house to be very flooded and stuff. When we reached Guadalupe Station, I walked ahead of her. &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;And now I was thinking, should I have said goodbye to her? Because I didn’t, I walked ahead of her, way ahead of her actually. Although I have not said much, I had fun talking with her. And I guess it’s not that bad to talk to strangers, but of course, you just have to watch out what you are to say.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4512305181531249059-4244942855028173995?l=bridgetco.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bridgetco.blogspot.com/feeds/4244942855028173995/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bridgetco.blogspot.com/2011/08/talking-to-strangers.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4512305181531249059/posts/default/4244942855028173995'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4512305181531249059/posts/default/4244942855028173995'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bridgetco.blogspot.com/2011/08/talking-to-strangers.html' title='Talking to Strangers'/><author><name>bridgetco</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09466559215793002276</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NtVCOmwwJBc/TOIjMlFZWVI/AAAAAAAAAAQ/bbLww4lOBKE/S220/IMG_0281.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4512305181531249059.post-8823532569413992698</id><published>2011-08-10T21:38:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-08-10T21:38:15.346+08:00</updated><title type='text'>100 truths</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white; color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 16px;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="font-size: 11px; line-height: 1.5em;"&gt;Because I'm sort of not yet in the mood to study as of the moment, I just decided to answer this, which I got from a friend who tagged me on FB.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-size: 11px; line-height: 1.5em;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-size: 11px; line-height: 1.5em;"&gt;1. Real name: Bridget Co&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-size: 11px; line-height: 1.5em;"&gt;2. Nickname(s): Bea, Bei, Bey, Bridge, Jet, Bebong&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-size: 11px; line-height: 1.5em;"&gt;3. Zodiac Sign: Cancer&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-size: 11px; line-height: 1.5em;"&gt;4. Male or female: Female.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-size: 11px; line-height: 1.5em;"&gt;5. Elementary: pasig community school&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-size: 11px; line-height: 1.5em;"&gt;6. Middle School: -&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-size: 11px; line-height: 1.5em;"&gt;7. High School: makati hope christian school&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white; color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 16px;"&gt;&lt;div style="font-size: 11px; line-height: 1.5em;"&gt;8. College: de la salle university- manila, de la salle araneta university&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white; color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 16px;"&gt;&lt;div style="font-size: 11px; line-height: 1.5em;"&gt;9. Hair color: black&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-size: 11px; line-height: 1.5em;"&gt;10. Tall or Short: tall&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-size: 11px; line-height: 1.5em;"&gt;11. Sweats or Jeans: Jeans.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-size: 11px; line-height: 1.5em;"&gt;12. Phone or Camera: both&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-size: 11px; line-height: 1.5em;"&gt;13. Health Freak: no&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-size: 11px; line-height: 1.5em;"&gt;14. Orange or Apple: orange&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-size: 11px; line-height: 1.5em;"&gt;15. Do you have a crush on someone: ohyeah!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-size: 11px; line-height: 1.5em;"&gt;16. Eat or Drink: eat!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-size: 11px; line-height: 1.5em;"&gt;17. Piercings: None&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-size: 11px; line-height: 1.5em;"&gt;18. Pepsi or Coke: Coke&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-size: 11px; line-height: 1.5em;"&gt;19. Been in an airplane: yes&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-size: 11px; line-height: 1.5em;"&gt;20. Been in a relationship: Yes.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-size: 11px; line-height: 1.5em;"&gt;21. Been in a car accident: no&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-size: 11px; line-height: 1.5em;"&gt;22. Been in a fist fight: no&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-size: 11px; line-height: 1.5em;"&gt;23. First piercing: when i was still young, earrings.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-size: 11px; line-height: 1.5em;"&gt;24. Best friend: they know who they are =)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-size: 11px; line-height: 1.5em;"&gt;25. First award: best in something... back in nursery pa. hahahaha&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-size: 11px; line-height: 1.5em;"&gt;26. First crush: i don't remember anymore. hahaha&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-size: 11px; line-height: 1.5em;"&gt;27. First word: i don't remember&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-size: 11px; line-height: 1.5em;"&gt;29. Last person you talked to in person: dad&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-size: 11px; line-height: 1.5em;"&gt;30. Last person you texted: Genina&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-size: 11px; line-height: 1.5em;"&gt;31. Last person you watched a movie with: high school classmates&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-size: 11px; line-height: 1.5em;"&gt;32. Last food you ate: mango&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-size: 11px; line-height: 1.5em;"&gt;33. Last movie you watched: bridesmaid&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-size: 11px; line-height: 1.5em;"&gt;34. Last song you listened to: dancing queen&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-size: 11px; line-height: 1.5em;"&gt;35. Last thing you bought: clay&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-size: 11px; line-height: 1.5em;"&gt;36. Last person you hugged: hmm... someone among my friends. i just don't remember who.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-size: 11px; line-height: 1.5em;"&gt;37. Food: pasta, pizza.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-size: 11px; line-height: 1.5em;"&gt;38. Drink: Water. juices&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-size: 11px; line-height: 1.5em;"&gt;39. Bottoms: pants&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-size: 11px; line-height: 1.5em;"&gt;40. Flowers: roses, lantana, rosal&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-size: 11px; line-height: 1.5em;"&gt;41. Animal: dogs, cats, rabbit, hamster, guinea pig&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-size: 11px; line-height: 1.5em;"&gt;42. Color: orange and violet&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-size: 11px; line-height: 1.5em;"&gt;43. Movies: romcom. haahaha&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-size: 11px; line-height: 1.5em;"&gt;44. Subjects: parasitology hihihihihi&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-size: 11px; line-height: 1.5em;"&gt;HAVE YOU EVER: (Put an X in the brackets if yes)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-size: 11px; line-height: 1.5em;"&gt;45. [x] fallen in love with someone.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-size: 11px; line-height: 1.5em;"&gt;46. [] celebrated Halloween.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-size: 11px; line-height: 1.5em;"&gt;47. [x] had your heart broken.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-size: 11px; line-height: 1.5em;"&gt;48. [x] went over the texts on your cell phone.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-size: 11px; line-height: 1.5em;"&gt;49. [] had someone like me&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-size: 11px; line-height: 1.5em;"&gt;51. [] got pregnant.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-size: 11px; line-height: 1.5em;"&gt;52. [] had an abortion.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-size: 11px; line-height: 1.5em;"&gt;53. [x] did something I regret.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-size: 11px; line-height: 1.5em;"&gt;54. [x] broke a promise.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-size: 11px; line-height: 1.5em;"&gt;55. [x] hid a secret.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-size: 11px; line-height: 1.5em;"&gt;56. [x] pretended to be happy.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-size: 11px; line-height: 1.5em;"&gt;57. [x] met someone who changed your life.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-size: 11px; line-height: 1.5em;"&gt;58. [x] pretended to be sick.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-size: 11px; line-height: 1.5em;"&gt;59. [x] left the country.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-size: 11px; line-height: 1.5em;"&gt;60. [x] tried something you normally wouldn't try and liked it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-size: 11px; line-height: 1.5em;"&gt;61. [x] cried over the silliest thing.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-size: 11px; line-height: 1.5em;"&gt;62. [] ran a mile&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-size: 11px; line-height: 1.5em;"&gt;63. [] went to the beach with your best friend.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-size: 11px; line-height: 1.5em;"&gt;64. [x] got into an argument with your friends.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-size: 11px; line-height: 1.5em;"&gt;65. [x] hated someone&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-size: 11px; line-height: 1.5em;"&gt;66. [x] stayed single for 2 years. (more than 2 years)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-size: 11px; line-height: 1.5em;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-size: 11px; line-height: 1.5em;"&gt;CURRENTLY:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-size: 11px; line-height: 1.5em;"&gt;67. Eating : nothing&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-size: 11px; line-height: 1.5em;"&gt;68. Drinking: water&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-size: 11px; line-height: 1.5em;"&gt;69. Listening: glee project&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-size: 11px; line-height: 1.5em;"&gt;70. Sitting/Laying: computer chair&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-size: 11px; line-height: 1.5em;"&gt;71. Plans for today: study. hahaha&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-size: 11px; line-height: 1.5em;"&gt;72. Waiting: waiting... for something?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-size: 11px; line-height: 1.5em;"&gt;73. Want kids: yeah, eventually.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-size: 11px; line-height: 1.5em;"&gt;74. Want to get married: yeah, eventually.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-size: 11px; line-height: 1.5em;"&gt;75. Career: still studying, but i want to be a successful veterinarian soon.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-size: 11px; line-height: 1.5em;"&gt;76. Lips or eyes: eyes.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-size: 11px; line-height: 1.5em;"&gt;77. Shorter or taller: Same.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-size: 11px; line-height: 1.5em;"&gt;78. Romantic or spontaneous: Both.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-size: 11px; line-height: 1.5em;"&gt;81. Hook-up or relationship: Relationship.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-size: 11px; line-height: 1.5em;"&gt;82. Looks or personality: definitely personality! bonus na ang looks.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-size: 11px; line-height: 1.5em;"&gt;HAVE YOU EVER:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-size: 11px; line-height: 1.5em;"&gt;83. Lost eyes/contacts: nope&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-size: 11px; line-height: 1.5em;"&gt;84. Snuck out of a house: nope&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-size: 11px; line-height: 1.5em;"&gt;85. Held a gun/knife for self defense: nope&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-size: 11px; line-height: 1.5em;"&gt;86. Killed somebody: no!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-size: 11px; line-height: 1.5em;"&gt;87. Broken someones heart: nope&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-size: 11px; line-height: 1.5em;"&gt;88. Been in love: yes.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-size: 11px; line-height: 1.5em;"&gt;89. Cried when someone died: yes.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-size: 11px; line-height: 1.5em;"&gt;DO YOU BELIEVE IN:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-size: 11px; line-height: 1.5em;"&gt;90. Yourself: most of the time yes&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-size: 11px; line-height: 1.5em;"&gt;91. Miracles: yeah&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-size: 11px; line-height: 1.5em;"&gt;92. Love at first sight: before. i don't now.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-size: 11px; line-height: 1.5em;"&gt;94. Santa Claus: i used to!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-size: 11px; line-height: 1.5em;"&gt;95. Aliens: no&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-size: 11px; line-height: 1.5em;"&gt;96. Ghosts: yes!!!!!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-size: 11px; line-height: 1.5em;"&gt;97. Is there one person you want to be with right now: yeah&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-size: 11px; line-height: 1.5em;"&gt;98. Do you know who your real friends are: i guess so&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-size: 11px; line-height: 1.5em;"&gt;99. Do you believe in God: YES!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-size: 11px; line-height: 1.5em;"&gt;100. Post as 100 truths: okaaaaaaay&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/4512305181531249059-8823532569413992698?l=bridgetco.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bridgetco.blogspot.com/feeds/8823532569413992698/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bridgetco.blogspot.com/2011/08/100-truths.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4512305181531249059/posts/default/8823532569413992698'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4512305181531249059/posts/default/8823532569413992698'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bridgetco.blogspot.com/2011/08/100-truths.html' title='100 truths'/><author><name>bridgetco</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09466559215793002276</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NtVCOmwwJBc/TOIjMlFZWVI/AAAAAAAAAAQ/bbLww4lOBKE/S220/IMG_0281.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4512305181531249059.post-4826159580076836313</id><published>2011-07-29T23:29:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-08-14T00:18:06.510+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Girls' Night Out</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="MsoNoSpacing" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;It’s been almost 7 years since I graduated from high school. And it’s been about 3 years since I last saw most of them. Why? Because ever since I stopped med school, I stopped showing at get-togethers.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNoSpacing" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNoSpacing" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Anyway, they decided to meet up last Saturday afternoon, only informing me the Friday before that. Since I wanted to relax a bit after the prelim exams, I confirmed my attendance to them. I arrived way early than that of the meeting time so I just roamed around. A few minutes after 430pm, one by one arrived; Michelle, Abby, Ms. Gulapa and Gretchel. We went to watch Bridesmaids (good movie if you’re gonna watch it with your girl friends, not with your family. It’s a feel good movie, R18 nga lang but they made it R-13 here in the country). After the movie, we went to meet Sarah, who was accompanied by her sister, at the food court and went to hunt for a good restaurant to eat. Since it was late already and it’s a Saturday, most restaurants that we decided were already full. T.G.I.Friday’s full as well but we’re lined up as second to be seated. While eating, Charmaine arrived. After dinner, they wanted to have dessert, so off to find Café Breton; however, Sarah had to leave earlier as she’s not comfortable with driving at night, I think.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNoSpacing" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNoSpacing" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;I had fun that night even if I arrived home almost midnight. Thanks to Charm by the way for giving me a ride home! Maybe it’s my pride that prevented me from going to the get-togethers when I stopped med school. I guess they were somehow waiting for me to be a successful physician of our class, but I failed them. As to prevent a lot of questions as to why I stopped and stuff, I just stopped showing up. But now, I promise that as long as my schedule allows me to go out, I will join them.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNoSpacing" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-VlfK4i5e-cM/TjLPtKAfGwI/AAAAAAAAACU/KZk2j9K_BOE/s1600/251522_10150724435850164_759995163_19964579_4800367_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-VlfK4i5e-cM/TjLPtKAfGwI/AAAAAAAAACU/KZk2j9K_BOE/s320/251522_10150724435850164_759995163_19964579_4800367_n.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNoSpacing" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;So, this is me with Sarah (in the middle) and Eugelyn, Sarah's younger sister. Sarah and I go way back kindergarten years, we went to the same school all the way to college.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNoSpacing" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-F9SMVOLaKak/TjLQjV1PTHI/AAAAAAAAACY/xHO0G50Epts/s1600/283847_10150724436135164_759995163_19964588_7397951_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-F9SMVOLaKak/TjLQjV1PTHI/AAAAAAAAACY/xHO0G50Epts/s320/283847_10150724436135164_759995163_19964588_7397951_n.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNoSpacing" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNoSpacing" style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;I am with Gretchel in this picture. Gretchel's one of my close friends in high school.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNoSpacing" style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNoSpacing" style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNoSpacing" style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNoSpacing" style="text-align: right;"&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/4512305181531249059-4826159580076836313?l=bridgetco.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bridgetco.blogspot.com/feeds/4826159580076836313/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bridgetco.blogspot.com/2011/07/girls-night-out.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4512305181531249059/posts/default/4826159580076836313'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4512305181531249059/posts/default/4826159580076836313'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bridgetco.blogspot.com/2011/07/girls-night-out.html' title='Girls&apos; Night Out'/><author><name>bridgetco</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09466559215793002276</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NtVCOmwwJBc/TOIjMlFZWVI/AAAAAAAAAAQ/bbLww4lOBKE/S220/IMG_0281.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-VlfK4i5e-cM/TjLPtKAfGwI/AAAAAAAAACU/KZk2j9K_BOE/s72-c/251522_10150724435850164_759995163_19964579_4800367_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4512305181531249059.post-2906420657166735561</id><published>2011-06-25T09:19:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-06-25T09:19:28.605+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Of Falling in Love and Breaking Up</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="MsoNoSpacing" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;If you’re my friend that I’ve made chika about this, or you’re reading my blog(s) for quite some time now, or even a gossipmonger, then you’ve probably heard this a million times from me. But then again, I will be talking about it once more, making me sound like a broken record. And I promise, after this piece, I will not talk about this anymore.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNoSpacing" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNoSpacing" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;When I decided to take up Veterinary Medicine, I made myself concentrate on studying and forget about falling in love with anyone. I succeeded. Had a crush on someone but got a bit “brokenhearted” when I learned that he’s already taken. But since it’s just a crush, it didn’t really affect me. And eventually, I have a friend which I never thought I’d fall for. Let’s just say that at first he wasn’t the type of guy that I will fall for. I was and still comfortable around him whenever we talk. He’s always making me laugh at the right moment that I need a good laugh, and I think somehow we complement each other and we’re open to each other. There may be some things that we don’t agree on, but we meet halfway. I like him. I really, really, really like him that sometimes whenever I’m walking along the streets, I would suddenly think a guy would look like him. Funny/weird but true. I really thought it would be him but of course it’s absurd because he doesn’t live anywhere near where I live. And I know that I’m just a friend for him. Although someone told me that there might be more from his side, I somehow doubt it. As I’ve always said, I do not want to expect anything at all but I’m open to possibilities. Come what may. If God wants us to be together, then time will come for that. If not, then we’re just better off as friends.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNoSpacing" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNoSpacing" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;About few months ago, a friend was hinting that she cooled off with her boyfriend. I thought it was just a joke at first since I still see pictures of the two of them together on their respective Facebook accounts. I tried asking her numerous times for the real score but she either changes our topic or just kept mum. And I respect her for that. I just thought that if she’s ready to share, she will just text me. True enough, about a month ago, she confided that they both agreed that they will not text each other for a week since the guy wants time to think. She told me that she’s itching to text him every minute and I kept telling her not to text him since they had an agreement. Instead, I told her that she should just divert her messages to me and pretend that I’m the guy so that she can still send the messages just to get it out of her system.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNoSpacing" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNoSpacing" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;About a day before their one week agreement is up, my friend texted me that she is officially single. The guy texted her, thanking her for everything and it’s better for them to be friends. And as I’ve always told my friends that just came from a breakup, I told her to cry it out that it may make her feel better even for a moment. She told me that she’s still okay and has somehow accepted that it really is over. To make the long story short, she denied the situation, she bargained again and again for another chance with him (which he insisted that no more, they should just remain as friends), and denied it more.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNoSpacing" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNoSpacing" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Few days before my friend’s class started, we met up with an ex of hers, who is now her good friend. With her is a notebook where she wrote letters for her guy, from the day they agreed not to communicate up to the day before we met. And on the first day of their classes, she informed me that the guy wasn’t carrying anything with him to school except for the notebook where she wrote letters and they were together the whole day, as if they were still a couple. Right now, it seems that the guy has found a new girl. But my friend said that it hurts her but she will still do communicate with the guy as she believes that it’s the way for her to move on. Just over the weekend, my friend wanted to study at Starbucks and of all people she would invite to join her studying, she contacted him. And he instantly agreed to join her.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNoSpacing" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNoSpacing" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Ang sa akin lang, no offense to my friend or to anyone as this is my own opinion, if you really love someone, why let her go pero you would still act like a couple after breaking up? Edi sana you didn’t breakup with her na lang in the first place. If you want to move on and heal your broken heart, it’s best to stop having communication with him of any sort. It hurts to see the person not hurting anymore and with another girl while you still are crying and maybe cursing the person for breaking up with you, but if you still communicate with him then you are adding more injury on your side. Siguro nga every individual has his or her own way of moving on, but if you said you will move on, panindigan mo; huwag mong babawiin ang sinabi mo. Don’t let a break up or a heartache affect your studies or work or your life itself. Let’s just remind ourselves that a break up teaches us a lesson that will help us grow more mature in terms of love and become a stronger person. If the two of you are really meant to be together in the end, there will be a way for you to end up together again, don’t force it. However, if you’re not meant to be, just let it stay that way. Have a proper closure.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4512305181531249059-2906420657166735561?l=bridgetco.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bridgetco.blogspot.com/feeds/2906420657166735561/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bridgetco.blogspot.com/2011/06/of-falling-in-love-and-breaking-up.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4512305181531249059/posts/default/2906420657166735561'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4512305181531249059/posts/default/2906420657166735561'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bridgetco.blogspot.com/2011/06/of-falling-in-love-and-breaking-up.html' title='Of Falling in Love and Breaking Up'/><author><name>bridgetco</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09466559215793002276</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NtVCOmwwJBc/TOIjMlFZWVI/AAAAAAAAAAQ/bbLww4lOBKE/S220/IMG_0281.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4512305181531249059.post-6772178283188421954</id><published>2011-05-14T13:46:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-05-14T13:46:03.435+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Guilty of this one</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-HZLUlVqDByU/Tc4WK_3NJEI/AAAAAAAAACM/P1HfG6MlqVY/s1600/tumblr_lkxhkogX4X1qaobbko1_500.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="263" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-HZLUlVqDByU/Tc4WK_3NJEI/AAAAAAAAACM/P1HfG6MlqVY/s400/tumblr_lkxhkogX4X1qaobbko1_500.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://leilockheart.me/"&gt;http://leilockheart.me&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/4512305181531249059-6772178283188421954?l=bridgetco.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bridgetco.blogspot.com/feeds/6772178283188421954/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bridgetco.blogspot.com/2011/05/guilty-of-this-one.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4512305181531249059/posts/default/6772178283188421954'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4512305181531249059/posts/default/6772178283188421954'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bridgetco.blogspot.com/2011/05/guilty-of-this-one.html' title='Guilty of this one'/><author><name>bridgetco</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09466559215793002276</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NtVCOmwwJBc/TOIjMlFZWVI/AAAAAAAAAAQ/bbLww4lOBKE/S220/IMG_0281.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-HZLUlVqDByU/Tc4WK_3NJEI/AAAAAAAAACM/P1HfG6MlqVY/s72-c/tumblr_lkxhkogX4X1qaobbko1_500.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4512305181531249059.post-487016649138699075</id><published>2011-05-11T22:02:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-05-11T22:02:25.015+08:00</updated><title type='text'>NVAT</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;After a little more than a month of&amp;nbsp;gruesome waiting for the results of NVAT, it finally came out today and I PASSED! And I am really shock until now as I made wild guesses on most of the questions, especially on Math, Chemistry and Physics. And to top all this shock, a more shocking surprise came in; I ranked 5 among all the students from DLSAU who took the exam. God is really good.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;On the other note, summer classes will end tomorrow. This one month of summer classes is one of a kind; all the drama and laughter will never be forgotten.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4512305181531249059-487016649138699075?l=bridgetco.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bridgetco.blogspot.com/feeds/487016649138699075/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bridgetco.blogspot.com/2011/05/nvat.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4512305181531249059/posts/default/487016649138699075'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4512305181531249059/posts/default/487016649138699075'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bridgetco.blogspot.com/2011/05/nvat.html' title='NVAT'/><author><name>bridgetco</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09466559215793002276</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NtVCOmwwJBc/TOIjMlFZWVI/AAAAAAAAAAQ/bbLww4lOBKE/S220/IMG_0281.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4512305181531249059.post-9181956137692080275</id><published>2011-04-26T07:20:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-04-26T07:20:16.226+08:00</updated><title type='text'>My thoughts exactly.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-3XsMs1mlnNQ/TbYBeknIcKI/AAAAAAAAACI/gfZ_4VDLl5c/s1600/tumblr_ljg7yfT6Hc1qaobbko1_500.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-3XsMs1mlnNQ/TbYBeknIcKI/AAAAAAAAACI/gfZ_4VDLl5c/s400/tumblr_ljg7yfT6Hc1qaobbko1_500.png" width="400" /&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/4512305181531249059-9181956137692080275?l=bridgetco.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bridgetco.blogspot.com/feeds/9181956137692080275/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bridgetco.blogspot.com/2011/04/my-thoughts-exactly.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4512305181531249059/posts/default/9181956137692080275'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4512305181531249059/posts/default/9181956137692080275'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bridgetco.blogspot.com/2011/04/my-thoughts-exactly.html' title='My thoughts exactly.'/><author><name>bridgetco</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09466559215793002276</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NtVCOmwwJBc/TOIjMlFZWVI/AAAAAAAAAAQ/bbLww4lOBKE/S220/IMG_0281.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-3XsMs1mlnNQ/TbYBeknIcKI/AAAAAAAAACI/gfZ_4VDLl5c/s72-c/tumblr_ljg7yfT6Hc1qaobbko1_500.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4512305181531249059.post-1036214806929963663</id><published>2011-04-17T19:18:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-04-17T19:18:18.043+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I miss you.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;I miss you. Again and again. Gah. Iba talaga ang tama mo sa akin. Nakakabaliw.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4512305181531249059-1036214806929963663?l=bridgetco.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bridgetco.blogspot.com/feeds/1036214806929963663/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bridgetco.blogspot.com/2011/04/i-miss-you.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4512305181531249059/posts/default/1036214806929963663'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4512305181531249059/posts/default/1036214806929963663'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bridgetco.blogspot.com/2011/04/i-miss-you.html' title='I miss you.'/><author><name>bridgetco</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09466559215793002276</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NtVCOmwwJBc/TOIjMlFZWVI/AAAAAAAAAAQ/bbLww4lOBKE/S220/IMG_0281.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4512305181531249059.post-1490470133541737722</id><published>2011-04-16T18:42:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-04-16T18:42:34.667+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Thesis Update</title><content type='html'>Remember the time that I was&amp;nbsp;ecstatic&amp;nbsp;about my Biology thesis being published as an international journal &lt;a href="http://bridgetco.blogspot.com/2010/12/thesis.html"&gt;(see here to refresh thy memory)&lt;/a&gt;? I have received the hard copy about a month ago!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;table cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-jr4pVhnU_YQ/Talx-0xHDoI/AAAAAAAAACE/wNNVQKA1LcY/s1600/IMG_9764.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-jr4pVhnU_YQ/Talx-0xHDoI/AAAAAAAAACE/wNNVQKA1LcY/s320/IMG_9764.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Together with the envelope addressed to Mama and me&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-sBX8MykJ-XU/Talx-SprN_I/AAAAAAAAACA/3LKd1IzOAyY/s1600/IMG_9765.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-sBX8MykJ-XU/Talx-SprN_I/AAAAAAAAACA/3LKd1IzOAyY/s320/IMG_9765.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;weeeh!&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/4512305181531249059-1490470133541737722?l=bridgetco.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bridgetco.blogspot.com/feeds/1490470133541737722/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bridgetco.blogspot.com/2011/04/thesis-update.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4512305181531249059/posts/default/1490470133541737722'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4512305181531249059/posts/default/1490470133541737722'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bridgetco.blogspot.com/2011/04/thesis-update.html' title='Thesis Update'/><author><name>bridgetco</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09466559215793002276</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NtVCOmwwJBc/TOIjMlFZWVI/AAAAAAAAAAQ/bbLww4lOBKE/S220/IMG_0281.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-jr4pVhnU_YQ/Talx-0xHDoI/AAAAAAAAACE/wNNVQKA1LcY/s72-c/IMG_9764.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4512305181531249059.post-915397238620204655</id><published>2011-04-09T18:10:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-04-16T11:33:41.332+08:00</updated><title type='text'>My summer break is almost over</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;My summer break is almost over since summer classes will start on Monday. *sigh* I just have to condition myself that this is just for a month, so that I'll be able to graduate in 3 years. Right?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;So, I have baked and cleaned my room for this week; I failed doing the Mango Torte and Oatmeal Crisp perfectly but Mango Torte tasted great, not considering that the meringue base wasn't that successful. As for the Oatmeal Crisp, it's a bit bland. I think I'll stick to the Oatmeal Raisin Cookie that I usually bake. :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 was able to finish cleaning my room and kept my books in the book shelves. I have rearranged my leisure books once again and my space for my Vet Med books on another shelf.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;This is my leisure books shelf. Maybe in a year, I'll be needing extra cabinet for my books. Haha&lt;/div&gt;&lt;table cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-uRvxAKmhyiE/TaAnOFUfu6I/AAAAAAAAAB8/5iVfYSCH2Qc/s1600/IMG_9933.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-uRvxAKmhyiE/TaAnOFUfu6I/AAAAAAAAAB8/5iVfYSCH2Qc/s320/IMG_9933.JPG" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Topmost shelf: Young Adult, Inspirational and Classic;&amp;nbsp;2nd and 3rd shelf: Fiction;&amp;nbsp;4th: Reader's Digest;&amp;nbsp;5th: Philippine Literature on left, pending to be read on the right;&amp;nbsp;6th: on the leftmost are some kids' books (except for the dummies), the rest are those that needs to be returned to respective owners&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;And now, this is my school books shelf. Except for the top shelf, that is. :))&lt;/div&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-fWljYySPodc/TaAnNUv3S0I/AAAAAAAAAB4/OKMYwXELxKA/s1600/IMG_9941.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-fWljYySPodc/TaAnNUv3S0I/AAAAAAAAAB4/OKMYwXELxKA/s320/IMG_9941.JPG" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Topmost: cross stitch, rabbits, seashells books and Animal Scene on left side, Yummy Magainze and cook books on right side; 2nd: Vet Med stuff; 3rd: Biology stuff; 4th: Medicine stuff; 5th: more Biology stuff; 6th: more Vet Med stuff and those that are yet to be cleaned.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;So now you've seen my book shelves. :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4512305181531249059-915397238620204655?l=bridgetco.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bridgetco.blogspot.com/feeds/915397238620204655/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bridgetco.blogspot.com/2011/04/my-summer-break-is-almost-over.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4512305181531249059/posts/default/915397238620204655'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4512305181531249059/posts/default/915397238620204655'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bridgetco.blogspot.com/2011/04/my-summer-break-is-almost-over.html' title='My summer break is almost over'/><author><name>bridgetco</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09466559215793002276</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NtVCOmwwJBc/TOIjMlFZWVI/AAAAAAAAAAQ/bbLww4lOBKE/S220/IMG_0281.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-uRvxAKmhyiE/TaAnOFUfu6I/AAAAAAAAAB8/5iVfYSCH2Qc/s72-c/IMG_9933.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4512305181531249059.post-6915769993550181708</id><published>2011-03-31T17:23:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-03-31T17:23:12.581+08:00</updated><title type='text'>One year</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Can you believe how time flies so fast? One second I was just starting out as a new transferee student at DLSAU, and the next second one school year's over. I still can't believe that one school year's done. Imagine that. Haha. If I'm still in med school and enjoying what I'm learning there, I'll probably be entering 4th year tomorrow, starting a year-round rotation as a Junior Intern in different hospitals. Yeah, I'll probably be having that jittery feeling that my friends are currently having. And I'll be proud to wear a steth around my neck, yeahboi!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Majority of my batchmates in Biology who took Medicine are done with their duties by today and are graduating some time within the month of April, wearing that MD toga with "&lt;b&gt;MD&lt;/b&gt;" at the end of their names already. My med school batchmates, majority of them, are going to be JIs starting tomorrow. I have a friend who's studying medicine at UERM and she'll be having her first rotation under the OB-GYNE Department. Another friend of mine, now from FEU-NRMF, will have Surgery as her first rotation. If I'm still in med, where would my first rotation be? Heehe.&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 still happy for them, for not giving up on med when things get tough and almost unbearable. They are really meant to be physicians and they will be, after a year of duties and after passing the board exams. Congratulations to my friends under Batch 2011, wherever med school you are in. And to Batch 2012 friends (wherever school you are in too), God bless! You all can do this. One year's fast. You'll survive those sleepless nights and early duties.&amp;nbsp;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 14px;"&gt;加油!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;As for me, I should be graduating after 3 more school years and pass the board exam and have that "&lt;b&gt;DVM&lt;/b&gt;" after my name. I will not give up.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4512305181531249059-6915769993550181708?l=bridgetco.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bridgetco.blogspot.com/feeds/6915769993550181708/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bridgetco.blogspot.com/2011/03/one-year.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4512305181531249059/posts/default/6915769993550181708'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4512305181531249059/posts/default/6915769993550181708'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bridgetco.blogspot.com/2011/03/one-year.html' title='One year'/><author><name>bridgetco</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09466559215793002276</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NtVCOmwwJBc/TOIjMlFZWVI/AAAAAAAAAAQ/bbLww4lOBKE/S220/IMG_0281.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4512305181531249059.post-5236982159610002169</id><published>2011-03-31T10:54:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-03-31T10:54:15.433+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Babies</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I've met 2 adorable babies last March 26; one before I went to school to take my last final exam for the school year and the other one when I went home.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-eB6zEXF-oqc/TZPUl-Ql1bI/AAAAAAAAABw/qlsNdJvGbcY/s1600/IMG_9788.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; margin-bottom: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-eB6zEXF-oqc/TZPUl-Ql1bI/AAAAAAAAABw/qlsNdJvGbcY/s320/IMG_9788.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;So, this is me with Baby Zoe, who is 10 days old as of the moment that picture was taken. Kaylee Zoe is the first child of my cousin Genn and her husband Edison. I was supposed to visit them at the hospital the day when Genn gave birth, but I just couldn't go as I was busy cramming an assignment that we thought was to be submitted the following day (and yes, the submission was moved to another date that we weren't aware of, and additional stuff to be put on the assignment that we weren't also aware of-- damn). I couldn't visit again the day after as I have a final exam for the following day. Simply said, I wasn't able to visit them at the hospital and it frustrates me as I was the one who kept asking Genn how she was doing and all and I was the one who wasn't able to visit her. Anyway, Zoe is such a cutie and big! I can't wait for her to grow and see what a beautiful lady she will be.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;On to the next baby.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-WJNtOx3cbgY/TZPcz6Gs_jI/AAAAAAAAAB0/zeRaVCH17h0/s1600/apple.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="213" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-WJNtOx3cbgY/TZPcz6Gs_jI/AAAAAAAAAB0/zeRaVCH17h0/s320/apple.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;That furry dog is Apple, a 2 and a half months old half Golden Retriever and half native. She was given to us by Dad's cousin from Caloocan. Basically, she's the sibling of Cookie and Einstein from another batch... Cookie and Einstein are 2 years older than Apple. Initially, Claire wanted to name her "Snow Ball", but my grandmother is having a hard time pronouncing "snow" so she decided to change it to Apple. Taco, our daschund, got smitten immediately as he kept playing with her, and was trying to "rape" her. Haha. The first night she was here, Apple was howling a lot. Probably missing her siblings. But the following day, she's just like Cookie and Einstein, very active running here and there and eats a lot. She loves sleeping my the soil and on top of my grandmother's pandan leaves. At this point, her retriever genes are very much alive because she kept biting anything she sees. Even my foot. Hahaha.&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/4512305181531249059-5236982159610002169?l=bridgetco.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bridgetco.blogspot.com/feeds/5236982159610002169/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bridgetco.blogspot.com/2011/03/babies.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4512305181531249059/posts/default/5236982159610002169'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4512305181531249059/posts/default/5236982159610002169'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bridgetco.blogspot.com/2011/03/babies.html' title='Babies'/><author><name>bridgetco</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09466559215793002276</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NtVCOmwwJBc/TOIjMlFZWVI/AAAAAAAAAAQ/bbLww4lOBKE/S220/IMG_0281.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-eB6zEXF-oqc/TZPUl-Ql1bI/AAAAAAAAABw/qlsNdJvGbcY/s72-c/IMG_9788.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4512305181531249059.post-8658463115579589537</id><published>2011-03-30T21:07:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-03-30T21:07:47.842+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Real quick</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I meant to blog on the last day of my exams/first day of my vacation. But I got too lazy to do so. Harhar.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Anyway. It's my vacation until the 10th of April as summer classes will start on the 11th. I was initially to have only a week of vacation, but when I went to school last Monday I found out that vacation's extended for another week. And since I was in school that day, I have already enrolled for summer classes. I have 3 subjects to take, and I'll be going to school everyday.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;That's it for now. More posts starting tomorrow.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4512305181531249059-8658463115579589537?l=bridgetco.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bridgetco.blogspot.com/feeds/8658463115579589537/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bridgetco.blogspot.com/2011/03/real-quick.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4512305181531249059/posts/default/8658463115579589537'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4512305181531249059/posts/default/8658463115579589537'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bridgetco.blogspot.com/2011/03/real-quick.html' title='Real quick'/><author><name>bridgetco</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09466559215793002276</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NtVCOmwwJBc/TOIjMlFZWVI/AAAAAAAAAAQ/bbLww4lOBKE/S220/IMG_0281.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4512305181531249059.post-1956155908760433625</id><published>2011-03-26T21:49:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-03-26T21:49:58.413+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Quote</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse; color: #181818; font-family: georgia, serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 18px;"&gt;"Our life is made up of time; our days are measured in hours, our pay measured by those hours, our knowledge is measured by years. We grab a few quick minutes in our busy day to have a coffee break. We rush back to our desks, we watch the clock, we live by appointments. And yet your time eventually runs out and you wonder in your heart of hearts if those seconds, minutes, hours, days, weeks, months, years and decades were being spent the best way they possibly could. In other words, if you could change anything, would you?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse; color: #181818; font-family: georgia, serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 18px;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse; color: #181818; font-family: georgia, serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 18px;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;—&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse; color: #181818; font-family: georgia, serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 18px;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse; color: #181818; font-family: georgia, serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 18px;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.goodreads.com/author/quotes/7116.Cecelia_Ahern" style="color: #666600; text-decoration: none;" title="Cecelia Ahern quotes"&gt;Cecelia Ahern&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse; color: #181818; font-family: georgia, serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 18px;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse; color: #181818; font-family: georgia, serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 18px;"&gt;(&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse; color: #181818; font-family: georgia, serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 18px;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.goodreads.com/book/show/147865.Love_Rosie" style="color: #666600; text-decoration: none;"&gt;Love, Rosie&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse; color: #181818; font-family: georgia, serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 18px;"&gt;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4512305181531249059-1956155908760433625?l=bridgetco.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bridgetco.blogspot.com/feeds/1956155908760433625/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bridgetco.blogspot.com/2011/03/quote.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4512305181531249059/posts/default/1956155908760433625'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4512305181531249059/posts/default/1956155908760433625'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bridgetco.blogspot.com/2011/03/quote.html' title='Quote'/><author><name>bridgetco</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09466559215793002276</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NtVCOmwwJBc/TOIjMlFZWVI/AAAAAAAAAAQ/bbLww4lOBKE/S220/IMG_0281.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4512305181531249059.post-6475288273522966476</id><published>2011-03-20T12:51:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-03-20T12:51:10.595+08:00</updated><title type='text'>This is Me</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;This is me, looks strong physically, but very fragile within.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;I may look happy and carefree and stress-free, but deep inside, I crumble, troubled and crying.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;I may act like I don't really care of what others think, but in me, I desperately crave for my parents attention, wanting&amp;nbsp;their approval and trust on the decisions that I have made and will make in the future.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;This is me, acting numb in front of couples, but deep inside me, I am in love with someone who don't seem to notice me-- or&amp;nbsp;maybe he does notice me-- but probably don't feel the same way as I do.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;This is me, giving hugs and comforts to other people, but wants to be hugged by that someone I am in love with.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;This is me, enjoys taking pictures of anything and everything, anyone and everyone; yet wants to have that one picture with&amp;nbsp;that particular person.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;This is me, shy to perform-- or simply sing-- in front of other people, but when alone, I sing my heart out.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;This is me, being kind to others, helping those who ask for help, but I know that it's now being abused. I'm restraining&amp;nbsp;myself to push that trigger that will make me explode.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;This is me, a better listener than a talker, but wants someone to sit by my side and listen to me as well.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;This is me, accepts the probability that I may not get married and have family and children of my own. But then again,&amp;nbsp;there's still this hope somewhere in me that wishes and really hopes for a husband and children. In the near future, that is.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;This is me, enjoys giving surprises to friends, but wants to be surprised as well, which has never happened.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;This is me, so engrossed on reading novels, and in my mind, being a hopeless romantic, I wish that the endings of those&amp;nbsp;novels can be applied in my life.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;This is me, takes care of other people, but when it's me who's in need of being taken care of, I get none.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;This is me, with lots of friends and acquaintances, but only a chosen few are those I truly trust and very close to my heart.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;This is me, a dreamer, and will always be a dreamer.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4512305181531249059-6475288273522966476?l=bridgetco.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bridgetco.blogspot.com/feeds/6475288273522966476/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bridgetco.blogspot.com/2011/03/this-is-me.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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this song just caught my attention last night while I was browsing through the television.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;iframe allowfullscreen="" frameborder="0" height="390" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/-vHKfwuCrQM?rel=0" title="YouTube video player" width="480"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4512305181531249059-6523908198938499680?l=bridgetco.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bridgetco.blogspot.com/feeds/6523908198938499680/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bridgetco.blogspot.com/2011/03/ordinary-girl.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4512305181531249059/posts/default/6523908198938499680'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4512305181531249059/posts/default/6523908198938499680'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bridgetco.blogspot.com/2011/03/ordinary-girl.html' title='Ordinary Girl'/><author><name>bridgetco</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09466559215793002276</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NtVCOmwwJBc/TOIjMlFZWVI/AAAAAAAAAAQ/bbLww4lOBKE/S220/IMG_0281.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/-vHKfwuCrQM/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4512305181531249059.post-3775755612267250102</id><published>2011-03-19T18:05:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-03-19T18:05:02.627+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Date a girl</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;I found this entry from a &lt;a href="http://insidemybubble.tumblr.com/"&gt;college friend&lt;/a&gt;'s tumblr account.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;"Date a girl who reads. Date a girl who spends her money on books instead of clothes. She has problems with closet space because she has too many books. Date a girl who has a list of books she wants to read, who has had a library card since she was twelve.  Find a girl who reads. You’ll know that she does because she will always have an unread book in her bag.She’s the one lovingly looking over the shelves in the bookstore, the one who quietly cries out when she finds the book she wants. You see the weird chick sniffing the pages of an old book in a second hand book shop? That’s the reader. They can never resist smelling the pages, especially when they are yellow.  She’s the girl reading while waiting in that coffee shop down the street. If you take a peek at her mug, the non-dairy creamer is floating on top because she’s kind of engrossed already. Lost in a world of the author’s making. Sit down. She might give you a glare, as most girls who read do not like to be interrupted. Ask her if she likes the book.  Buy her another cup of coffee.  Let her know what you really think of Murakami. See if she got through the first chapter of Fellowship. Understand that if she says she understood James Joyce’s Ulysses she’s just saying that to sound intelligent. Ask her if she loves Alice or she would like to be Alice.  It’s easy to date a girl who reads. Give her books for her birthday, for Christmas and for anniversaries. Give her the gift of words, in poetry, in song. Give her Neruda, Pound, Sexton, Cummings. Let her know that you understand that words are love. Understand that she knows the difference between books and reality but by god, she’s going to try to make her life a little like her favorite book. It will never be your fault if she does.  She has to give it a shot somehow.  Lie to her. If she understands syntax, she will understand your need to lie. Behind words are other things: motivation, value, nuance, dialogue. It will not be the end of the world.  Fail her. Because a girl who reads knows that failure always leads up to the climax. Because girls who understand that all things will come to end. That you can always write a sequel. That you can begin again and again and still be the hero. That life is meant to have a villain or two.  Why be frightened of everything that you are not? Girls who read understand that people, like characters, develop. Except in the Twilightseries.  If you find a girl who reads, keep her close. When you find her up at 2 AM clutching a book to her chest and weeping, make her a cup of tea and hold her. You may lose her for a couple of hours but she will always come back to you. She’ll talk as if the characters in the book are real, because for a while, they always are.  You will propose on a hot air balloon. Or during a rock concert. Or very casually next time she’s sick. Over Skype.  You will smile so hard you will wonder why your heart hasn’t burst and bled out all over your chest yet. You will write the story of your lives, have kids with strange names and even stranger tastes. She will introduce your children to the Cat in the Hat and Aslan, maybe in the same day. You will walk the winters of your old age together and she will recite Keats under her breath while you shake the snow off your boots.  Date a girl who reads because you deserve it. You deserve a girl who can give you the most colorful life imaginable. If you can only give her monotony, and stale hours and half-baked proposals, then you’re better off alone. If you want the world and the worlds beyond it, date a girl who reads.  Or better yet, date a girl who writes."&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;-&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Rosemarie Urquico (via kblitz)&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;(via conversationslips)&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Rosemarie no longer has an active blog, but she can be found on Facebook here: http://www.facebook.com/home.php?#!/profile.php?id=585211028&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;To see the post about how she was found, please go here. Thanks to Jonathan  for searching!&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;(via themonicabird)&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;(via themonicabird)&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4512305181531249059-3775755612267250102?l=bridgetco.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bridgetco.blogspot.com/feeds/3775755612267250102/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bridgetco.blogspot.com/2011/03/date-girl.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4512305181531249059/posts/default/3775755612267250102'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4512305181531249059/posts/default/3775755612267250102'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bridgetco.blogspot.com/2011/03/date-girl.html' title='Date a girl'/><author><name>bridgetco</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09466559215793002276</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NtVCOmwwJBc/TOIjMlFZWVI/AAAAAAAAAAQ/bbLww4lOBKE/S220/IMG_0281.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4512305181531249059.post-3758225166372452690</id><published>2011-03-17T18:51:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-03-17T18:51:16.924+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Alone</title><content type='html'>For some reason, I feel so alone. I don't know why. All I know is that right this very moment, I want to cry.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4512305181531249059-3758225166372452690?l=bridgetco.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bridgetco.blogspot.com/feeds/3758225166372452690/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bridgetco.blogspot.com/2011/03/alone.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4512305181531249059/posts/default/3758225166372452690'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4512305181531249059/posts/default/3758225166372452690'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bridgetco.blogspot.com/2011/03/alone.html' title='Alone'/><author><name>bridgetco</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09466559215793002276</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NtVCOmwwJBc/TOIjMlFZWVI/AAAAAAAAAAQ/bbLww4lOBKE/S220/IMG_0281.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4512305181531249059.post-8705918774964352580</id><published>2011-03-15T21:14:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-03-15T21:14:46.712+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I hate it when Dad is out of town</title><content type='html'>I hate it when Dad is out of town. Why?&lt;br /&gt;1. I have to sleep extra early because I have to wake up extra early.&lt;br /&gt;2. I have to wake up way extra early to open the house.&lt;br /&gt;3. I have to commute all the way from home to school.&lt;br /&gt;4. So I leave home even before the sun rises.&lt;br /&gt;5. He will leave me instructions at least 3 weeks before his flight, and will repeat those instructions almost everyday until he leaves.&lt;br /&gt;6. People here at home get on my nerves.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's funny that Dad is always being sent to China for business trips. But these trips are not because it falls under the department he is in; it's more like because he's Chinese and can somehow talk Chinese. So because he's in China, Dad took my laptop and camera with him, therefore, I'm laptop-less and camera-less for a week. I'll get by.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, this is the last regular week for me before the final exams week next week. It's just Tuesday but it's freaking stressful already, include the stress for the process of fixing my grades for substituting for crediting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So there, just a quick update. Back to assignments!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4512305181531249059-8705918774964352580?l=bridgetco.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bridgetco.blogspot.com/feeds/8705918774964352580/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bridgetco.blogspot.com/2011/03/i-hate-it-when-dad-is-out-of-town.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4512305181531249059/posts/default/8705918774964352580'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4512305181531249059/posts/default/8705918774964352580'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bridgetco.blogspot.com/2011/03/i-hate-it-when-dad-is-out-of-town.html' title='I hate it when Dad is out of town'/><author><name>bridgetco</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09466559215793002276</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NtVCOmwwJBc/TOIjMlFZWVI/AAAAAAAAAAQ/bbLww4lOBKE/S220/IMG_0281.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4512305181531249059.post-4751267736078481146</id><published>2011-03-13T14:46:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-03-13T14:47:20.589+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Magpakailanman</title><content type='html'>This song by Rocksteddy will always be one of my all time favorite songs. I instantly fell in love with the song the first time I heard it years ago. And whenever I hear this song, I keep wishing that one day, someone will sing me this song. Shucks, my hopeless romantic side is surfacing again. Haha. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;iframe allowfullscreen="" frameborder="0" height="390" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/YyXFYKKSkcQ?rel=0" title="YouTube video player" width="480"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4512305181531249059-4751267736078481146?l=bridgetco.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bridgetco.blogspot.com/feeds/4751267736078481146/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bridgetco.blogspot.com/2011/03/magpakailanman.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4512305181531249059/posts/default/4751267736078481146'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4512305181531249059/posts/default/4751267736078481146'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bridgetco.blogspot.com/2011/03/magpakailanman.html' title='Magpakailanman'/><author><name>bridgetco</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09466559215793002276</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NtVCOmwwJBc/TOIjMlFZWVI/AAAAAAAAAAQ/bbLww4lOBKE/S220/IMG_0281.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/YyXFYKKSkcQ/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4512305181531249059.post-9211047529201022180</id><published>2011-03-11T23:43:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-03-11T23:43:09.007+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Silence</title><content type='html'>&lt;!--[if gte mso 9]&gt;&lt;xml&gt;  &lt;w:WordDocument&gt;   &lt;w:View&gt;Normal&lt;/w:View&gt;   &lt;w:Zoom&gt;0&lt;/w:Zoom&gt;   &lt;w:PunctuationKerning/&gt;   &lt;w:ValidateAgainstSchemas/&gt;   &lt;w:SaveIfXMLInvalid&gt;false&lt;/w:SaveIfXMLInvalid&gt;   &lt;w:IgnoreMixedContent&gt;false&lt;/w:IgnoreMixedContent&gt;   &lt;w:AlwaysShowPlaceholderText&gt;false&lt;/w:AlwaysShowPlaceholderText&gt;   &lt;w:Compatibility&gt;    &lt;w:BreakWrappedTables/&gt;    &lt;w:SnapToGridInCell/&gt;    &lt;w:WrapTextWithPunct/&gt;    &lt;w:UseAsianBreakRules/&gt;    &lt;w:DontGrowAutofit/&gt;   &lt;/w:Compatibility&gt;   &lt;w:BrowserLevel&gt;MicrosoftInternetExplorer4&lt;/w:BrowserLevel&gt;  &lt;/w:WordDocument&gt; &lt;/xml&gt;&lt;![endif]--&gt;&lt;!--[if gte mso 9]&gt;&lt;xml&gt;  &lt;w:LatentStyles DefLockedState="false" LatentStyleCount="156"&gt;  &lt;/w:LatentStyles&gt; &lt;/xml&gt;&lt;![endif]--&gt;&lt;!--[if gte mso 10]&gt; &lt;style&gt; /* Style Definitions */ table.MsoNormalTable {mso-style-name:"Table Normal"; mso-tstyle-rowband-size:0; mso-tstyle-colband-size:0; mso-style-noshow:yes; mso-style-parent:""; mso-padding-alt:0in 5.4pt 0in 5.4pt; mso-para-margin:0in; mso-para-margin-bottom:.0001pt; mso-pagination:widow-orphan; font-size:10.0pt; font-family:"Times New Roman"; mso-ansi-language:#0400; mso-fareast-language:#0400; mso-bidi-language:#0400;}&lt;/style&gt; &lt;![endif]--&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;“I wished I were there with someone who could bring peace to my heart- someone with whom I could spend a little time without being afraid that I would lose him the next day. With that reassurance, the time would pass more slowly. We could be silent for a while because we’d know we had the rest of our lives together for conversation. I wouldn’t have to worry about serious matters, about difficult decisions and hard words.”&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left: 0.5in; text-align: justify; text-indent: -0.25in;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;—&lt;span style="font: 7pt &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Paulo Coelho (By the River Piedra I Sat Down and Wept)&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;Have you experienced enjoying a conversation with someone and you both suddenly fell silent? Not that you don’t have anything to say, but just want to be silent. The silence isn’t the awkward kind of silence, the one that you are forced to think of something to say just to keep the conversation going; the silence is more of the comfortable kind, just knowing that the other person’s beside you or just on the other side of the line.&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;I recently felt that comfortable silence and it reminded me of the quote from a novel of Paulo Coelho. It’s so comfortable that while in that situation it made me smile. It’s so comforting that I somehow wish I can actually experience the quote in real life.&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;Anyway, after few days since I experienced that comfortable silence, it still makes me smile whenever I think of it. =) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4512305181531249059-9211047529201022180?l=bridgetco.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bridgetco.blogspot.com/feeds/9211047529201022180/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bridgetco.blogspot.com/2011/03/silence.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4512305181531249059/posts/default/9211047529201022180'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4512305181531249059/posts/default/9211047529201022180'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bridgetco.blogspot.com/2011/03/silence.html' title='Silence'/><author><name>bridgetco</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09466559215793002276</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NtVCOmwwJBc/TOIjMlFZWVI/AAAAAAAAAAQ/bbLww4lOBKE/S220/IMG_0281.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4512305181531249059.post-4117883058198356744</id><published>2011-03-09T20:24:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-03-09T20:24:55.080+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Backstab me all you want, I won't stoop down to your level.</title><content type='html'>&lt;!--[if gte mso 9]&gt;&lt;xml&gt;  &lt;w:WordDocument&gt;   &lt;w:View&gt;Normal&lt;/w:View&gt;   &lt;w:Zoom&gt;0&lt;/w:Zoom&gt;   &lt;w:PunctuationKerning/&gt;   &lt;w:ValidateAgainstSchemas/&gt;   &lt;w:SaveIfXMLInvalid&gt;false&lt;/w:SaveIfXMLInvalid&gt;   &lt;w:IgnoreMixedContent&gt;false&lt;/w:IgnoreMixedContent&gt;   &lt;w:AlwaysShowPlaceholderText&gt;false&lt;/w:AlwaysShowPlaceholderText&gt;   &lt;w:Compatibility&gt;    &lt;w:BreakWrappedTables/&gt;    &lt;w:SnapToGridInCell/&gt;    &lt;w:WrapTextWithPunct/&gt;    &lt;w:UseAsianBreakRules/&gt;    &lt;w:DontGrowAutofit/&gt;   &lt;/w:Compatibility&gt;   &lt;w:BrowserLevel&gt;MicrosoftInternetExplorer4&lt;/w:BrowserLevel&gt;  &lt;/w:WordDocument&gt; &lt;/xml&gt;&lt;![endif]--&gt;&lt;!--[if gte mso 9]&gt;&lt;xml&gt;  &lt;w:LatentStyles DefLockedState="false" LatentStyleCount="156"&gt;  &lt;/w:LatentStyles&gt; &lt;/xml&gt;&lt;![endif]--&gt;&lt;!--[if gte mso 10]&gt; &lt;style&gt; /* Style Definitions */ table.MsoNormalTable {mso-style-name:"Table Normal"; mso-tstyle-rowband-size:0; mso-tstyle-colband-size:0; mso-style-noshow:yes; mso-style-parent:""; mso-padding-alt:0in 5.4pt 0in 5.4pt; mso-para-margin:0in; mso-para-margin-bottom:.0001pt; mso-pagination:widow-orphan; font-size:10.0pt; font-family:"Times New Roman"; mso-ansi-language:#0400; mso-fareast-language:#0400; mso-bidi-language:#0400;}&lt;/style&gt; &lt;![endif]--&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;DISCLAIMER. I AM WRITING THIS JOURNAL IN ONE PRONOUN ONLY BUT THAT DOES NOT MEAN THAT IT IS ONLY OF ONE GENDER THAT I AM TALKING ABOUT. THANK YOU.&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;It has come to my attention today that a person whom I thought is a friend of mine actually said something behind my back. And of course, that’s without my knowledge. Another friend of mine just talked to me and told me that, although he actually thought twice whether to tell me that or not. I am thanking that person who told me about this so-called friend backstabbing me; it made my hunch about the backstabber more correct than ever, that one day he’ll backstab me.&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;What the freaking hell is wrong with that person? He wants to know everything? Maybe he’s insecure when with me? Well, I highly doubt that one. Or maybe, he’s jealous that I can be easily approached by people? Can’t he talk to me about that, he’s so opinionated that he can’t even do it in my face? The hell with him!&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;Maybe you should be even thankful to me that I do not divulge to other people your annoying side. The only person who knows it is my paternal grandmother whom I tell stories of how my day went in school.&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;That’s it. Nakakainis nang maging mabait. It’s being abused already. Time to take the bad side now?&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;Backstab me all you want, I won’t stoop down to your level. Bahala na si Lord sa iyo.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4512305181531249059-4117883058198356744?l=bridgetco.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bridgetco.blogspot.com/feeds/4117883058198356744/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bridgetco.blogspot.com/2011/03/backstab-me-all-you-want-i-wont-stoop.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4512305181531249059/posts/default/4117883058198356744'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4512305181531249059/posts/default/4117883058198356744'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bridgetco.blogspot.com/2011/03/backstab-me-all-you-want-i-wont-stoop.html' title='Backstab me all you want, I won&apos;t stoop down to your level.'/><author><name>bridgetco</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09466559215793002276</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NtVCOmwwJBc/TOIjMlFZWVI/AAAAAAAAAAQ/bbLww4lOBKE/S220/IMG_0281.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4512305181531249059.post-147347268909637415</id><published>2011-03-07T22:44:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-03-07T22:44:11.413+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Friday. Saturday. Monday.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;For the days mentioned on my title, they had been quite some days for me. Those days may be as ordinary as my other days are, but certain experiences/adventures/moments made those days stand out from my memory as of the moment.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;My Friday last week was actually as ordinary as any day of the week, although I had no 7:30AM class that day, so I left home at 9 in the morning. By 10, I was out of the MRT and walking towards LRT when I saw lines piling up and were not moving very fast. At first thought, I was thinking that maybe they were doing very thorough inspections per person. But as I got nearer the security checkup, I heard murmurs saying that the LRT had technical difficulties and will take a while before it gets back to normal. I’m like few people away when the line stopped moving and a lot of people were already going down and wait for jeepneys.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;Since I have experienced the stampede-like mass below the EDSA Station of the LRT before, I dare not experience that again. So I have decided to ride the MRT again then ride the bus to school. And to cut the long story short, I rode the wrong bus, so I transferred to another bus; then I prematurely went down the bus therefore I walked a looooong way to where the jeeps were. Then at school, the book I borrowed was overdue for a day and I wasn’t aware until the night before (moral lesson: read the library receipt issued by the librarian!) and I can’t pay immediately my balance as the accounting office (I think), as they don’t accept 5pesos. So, I assume that I have to make sure I have other overdue books so that my balance will increase and I’ll be able to finally pay them.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;Last Saturday, we went to the death anniversary dinner of the late Oscar Obligacion as our family is a family friend of theirs. Aside from the usual crowd of Uncle Neville’s friends, some artists were present too. To name a few, there’s Caridad Sanchez, Anita Linda, Susan Roces and Kuya Germs. No, I did not have my picture taken with them. I’m shy. Haha.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;Then there’s today. I woke up this morning with a very bad backache. I think I was very makulit again while sleeping. Oh well. And then I was really expecting that today would be like any past Mondays that I have, after Anatomy Lecture, I will spend 2 hours in the library answering Helminthology Lecture and reading and doze off. But no! We had decided to join the other groups going to a slaughterhouse as we needed to take pictures for Anatomy Laboratory class. Anyway, the experience going there was amazing. It’s my first time to wear hardhat. Haha.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;Second semester will end in two weeks. And two weeks after that will be the start of the summer classes. If I have finalized my schedule, I’ll be still going to school everyday, if not, then my schedule of classes will only be Tuesdays, Wednesday s, Thursday s and Saturdays. But I think I want daily classes still, just to keep me going.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;By the way, I have Skype account now. My username’s bridget.co :D Toodles!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4512305181531249059-147347268909637415?l=bridgetco.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bridgetco.blogspot.com/feeds/147347268909637415/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bridgetco.blogspot.com/2011/03/friday-saturday-monday.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4512305181531249059/posts/default/147347268909637415'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4512305181531249059/posts/default/147347268909637415'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bridgetco.blogspot.com/2011/03/friday-saturday-monday.html' title='Friday. Saturday. Monday.'/><author><name>bridgetco</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09466559215793002276</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NtVCOmwwJBc/TOIjMlFZWVI/AAAAAAAAAAQ/bbLww4lOBKE/S220/IMG_0281.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4512305181531249059.post-3208462465241111080</id><published>2011-03-06T11:20:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-03-06T11:20:54.763+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Come to think of it...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #181818; font-family: georgia, serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 18px;"&gt;"People travel to wonder&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #181818; font-family: georgia, serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 18px;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #181818; font-family: georgia, serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 18px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #181818; font-family: georgia, serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 18px;"&gt;at the height of the mountains,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #181818; font-family: georgia, serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 18px;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #181818; font-family: georgia, serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 18px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #181818; font-family: georgia, serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 18px;"&gt;at the huge waves of the seas,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #181818; font-family: georgia, serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 18px;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #181818; font-family: georgia, serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 18px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #181818; font-family: georgia, serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 18px;"&gt;at the long course of the rivers,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #181818; font-family: georgia, serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 18px;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #181818; font-family: georgia, serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 18px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #181818; font-family: georgia, serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 18px;"&gt;at the vast compass of the ocean,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #181818; font-family: georgia, serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 18px;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #181818; font-family: georgia, serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 18px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #181818; font-family: georgia, serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 18px;"&gt;at the circular motion of the stars,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #181818; font-family: georgia, serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 18px;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #181818; font-family: georgia, serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 18px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #181818; font-family: georgia, serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 18px;"&gt;and yet they pass by themselves&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #181818; font-family: georgia, serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 18px;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #181818; font-family: georgia, serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 18px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #181818; font-family: georgia, serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 18px;"&gt;without wondering. "&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #181818; font-family: georgia, serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 18px;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #181818; font-family: georgia, serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 18px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #181818; font-family: georgia, serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 18px;"&gt;—&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #181818; font-family: georgia, serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 18px;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #181818; font-family: georgia, serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 18px;"&gt;St. Augustine of Hippo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4512305181531249059-3208462465241111080?l=bridgetco.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bridgetco.blogspot.com/feeds/3208462465241111080/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bridgetco.blogspot.com/2011/03/come-to-think-of-it.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4512305181531249059/posts/default/3208462465241111080'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4512305181531249059/posts/default/3208462465241111080'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bridgetco.blogspot.com/2011/03/come-to-think-of-it.html' title='Come to think of it...'/><author><name>bridgetco</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09466559215793002276</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NtVCOmwwJBc/TOIjMlFZWVI/AAAAAAAAAAQ/bbLww4lOBKE/S220/IMG_0281.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4512305181531249059.post-5008456692720821038</id><published>2011-02-20T14:55:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-02-20T14:57:11.233+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Babble. Babble. Babble.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; text-indent: .5in;"&gt;As I’ve correctly predicted, I got somehow emotional last February 14. Screw Valentine’s Day, my being a hopeless romantic side has kicked in again. I guess until I have a special someone come one Valentine’s Day, I’ll always be like that on that day.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; text-indent: .5in;"&gt;But then, I’m emotional as always, no doubt about that. I may be okay outside, smiling and laughing and stuff, but there are thousand things running in my mind, clashing one another. Thoughts that I want to write down, but whenever I am ready to write or type away, they suddenly are gone. Screw those thoughts that walk out on me. And because of that, I change my blog name from “Memories Worth Sharing” to “Me and My Babbling Mind”. As I was pondering on this, I figured that “Memories Worth Sharing” isn’t applicable to my journals anymore as I mostly rant or talk about basically anything. Go through my previous posts and you’ll see that it’s more or less confirmed that it’s a better name for my blog, right? Haha.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; text-indent: .5in;"&gt;So, anyway, back to reality. The school year is coming to its end faster than I thought. There’s only about a month left and still a lot of stuff to study. Come summer, I still think I’m going to take summer classes just to keep up with the subjects I haven’t taken back in my first course.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; text-indent: .5in;"&gt;Onto another topic, my elder sister has decided to marry her boyfriend of few years when he proposed to her late last year. I had no knowledge of this until Dad told me the following morning after Achi told him about it. I know I had this mixed emotions as I had told a friend about it and I guess I have already accepted this some time early this year as I don’t feel any grudge about it anymore. They are to be married one Saturday of June this year (I actually don’t pay attention so I don’t know when exactly is the wedding date), and gown measurements were already taken about 2-3 weeks ago. I would be very happy not to take any part on the wedding since I do not want to wear gown (hahaha), but she gave me a role, the bridesmaid. Uh, I actually have no any idea what’s that really suppose to be.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; text-indent: .5in;"&gt;Anyway, I have researched on what is the role and stuff of a bridesmaid, and &lt;a href="http://www.bridesmaid101.com/"&gt;http://www.bridesmaid101.com&lt;/a&gt; gave me answers. Haha. First of all, what is a bridesmaid?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;A Bridesmaid is usually a close friend or sister who takes more of an active part in the wedding experience. Many times there are multiple bridesmaids that the bride chooses. In history, the bridesmaid would protect the bride against evil by wearing similar clothing to the bride's attire. This would confuse any "evil spirit" as to who the bride was.&amp;nbsp;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;Being a bridesmaid has some important and fun tasks such as helping with the&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="apple-converted-space"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;Bridal Shower&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="apple-converted-space"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;and&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="apple-converted-space"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;Bachelorette Party. Your support for the bride as well as being a great listener will help keep your friend focused and relaxed while having a great time.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; text-indent: .5in;"&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;What in the world is a duty of a bridesmaid? Again, they have the answer!&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;As a Bridesmaid you have a strong supportive role you must play during the entire wedding experience. Although the Maid of Honor may be there for the bride, your friend will also need your comfort and opinions as well (in most cases). Below, bridesmaid101 lists some of the top Bridesmaid's duties:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;Pre-Wedding&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;◘&lt;span style="font: normal normal normal 7pt/normal 'Times New Roman';"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;If the bride asks about helping her with ideas on where to have the wedding, help her with scouting around and going to the different places. It may be a great idea to drive so she can focus on each location.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;◘&lt;span style="font: normal normal normal 7pt/normal 'Times New Roman';"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;If you have great penmanship it is always nice to volunteer to address at least some the invitations if the bride agrees. Many times a bride may outsource her invitations but if they need to be addressed by the family, your help will be key in reducing the load of tasks to complete.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;◘&lt;span style="font: normal normal normal 7pt/normal 'Times New Roman';"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;Your friend may need help in ordering and choosing decorations and favors, your opinions may be helpful in making decisions for narrowing down choices and making sure the decorations are in on time for the wedding, shower and bachelorette parties.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;◘&lt;span style="font: normal normal normal 7pt/normal 'Times New Roman';"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;It is a major treat to go with the bride when she is shopping for her wedding dress. She may even invite you to be involved in picking out the&lt;span class="apple-converted-space"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;Bridesmaid Dresses. It is very important to help make sure the dresses are ordered and arrive in enough time for alterations!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;◘&lt;span style="font: normal normal normal 7pt/normal 'Times New Roman';"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;Make sure to pick up your bridesmaid dress in a "reasonable" amount of time in case of additional fittings. Underneath your bridesmaid dress you might consider bridal lingerie to compliment the beauty of the dress.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;◘&lt;span style="font: normal normal normal 7pt/normal 'Times New Roman';"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;Many times the groom does not want to go to register with his bride-to-be. You can be very supportive by going with your friend to register for her wedding gifts as well as letting other guests know where the bride and groom are registered. This is a very fun experience so take part in the choosing if she needs help.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;◘&lt;span style="font: normal normal normal 7pt/normal 'Times New Roman';"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;Help the bride in the seating arrangement. This can be a very difficult process with the more people coming to the wedding. Many times it makes it easier to draw out the tables and move people around until you have a close to perfect fit. Note: It is very helpful to bring this drawing to the wedding just in case there are any mix-ups, you will save the day!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;◘&lt;span style="font: normal normal normal 7pt/normal 'Times New Roman';"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;Help Plan the&lt;span class="apple-converted-space"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;Bridal Shower&lt;span class="apple-converted-space"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;with the Maid of Honor as well as the&lt;span class="apple-converted-space"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;Bachelorette Party!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;◘&lt;span style="font: normal normal normal 7pt/normal 'Times New Roman';"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;Be a good communicator with information. Many times information prior to a wedding does not reach everyone. Friends will appreciate confirming plans of each shower and party as well as wedding day information.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;◘&lt;span style="font: normal normal normal 7pt/normal 'Times New Roman';"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;Attend and help out during the rehearsal dinner. Many times the bride, groom and their families are pre-occupied and forget about things which is where you can save the day by being supportive.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;Wedding Day&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;◘&lt;span style="font: normal normal normal 7pt/normal 'Times New Roman';"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;Assist the bride in getting into her dress and makeup&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;◘&lt;span style="font: normal normal normal 7pt/normal 'Times New Roman';"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;Ask if the bride needs anything (food, water, etc) all the way up till the time she is walking down the aisle. She will really appreciate it!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;◘&lt;span style="font: normal normal normal 7pt/normal 'Times New Roman';"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;Assist the other bridesmaids on where to go and timing, especially if they show up late.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;◘&lt;span style="font: normal normal normal 7pt/normal 'Times New Roman';"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;Help make sure the bride has privacy if she needs some quiet time before the ceremony.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;◘&lt;span style="font: normal normal normal 7pt/normal 'Times New Roman';"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;Be the witness in the signing of the marriage license which is an honor!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;◘&lt;span style="font: normal normal normal 7pt/normal 'Times New Roman';"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;Assist the guests to their seats and be social prior to the wedding. The guests love to see the bridesmaids and groomsmen out and about.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;◘&lt;span style="font: normal normal normal 7pt/normal 'Times New Roman';"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;Take some deep breaths and walk slowly when you walk down the aisle since it is common to speed up. If a groomsman walks down the aisle with you, make him refrain from talking or fooling around.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;◘&lt;span style="font: normal normal normal 7pt/normal 'Times New Roman';"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;Always look for the unexpected since it is common for the most uncommon things to happen (i.e., something falling down at the altar). If you are close enough, fix what needs to be fixing so the bride, groom and their families can focus on the ceremony.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;◘&lt;span style="font: normal normal normal 7pt/normal 'Times New Roman';"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;If you are single, make sure to mingle and have a great time at the party! It is mandatory to catch the bridal bouquet :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;◘&lt;span style="font: normal normal normal 7pt/normal 'Times New Roman';"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;If you are with your partner, make sure to dance and socialize since it means a lot to the bride and groom (when they have time to sit down) to see their friends having and creating a good time for themselves and the other guests.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;◘&lt;span style="font: normal normal normal 7pt/normal 'Times New Roman';"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Last, but not least, provide moral support and be a great listener throughout the process since it is a very wonderful and "positively" stressful time for your friend. You can really make the difference!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;◘&lt;span style="font: normal normal normal 7pt/normal 'Times New Roman';"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;Make sure to take lots of&lt;span class="apple-converted-space"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;pictures&lt;span class="apple-converted-space"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;at the reception, wedding procession and afterwards. Many forget to take&lt;span class="apple-converted-space"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;pictures and the bride and groom will appreciate them!&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; text-indent: .5in;"&gt;What do you know! There may be expanses as well! Wah.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Many bridesmaids have asked what are their obligations to pay for things during the pre wedding and wedding process. Below we have listed the traditional bridesmaid responsibilities to help you prepare for how much the wedding process will be. Again, these are only traditional expenses as some are covered by the bride and her family if she has the money and wants to chip in:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;1-&lt;span class="apple-converted-space"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;Bridesmaid Dress.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;2- Bridesmaid shoes.&lt;/span&gt;3-&lt;span class="apple-converted-space"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Jewelry&lt;span class="apple-converted-space"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;to accent the dress.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;4- Bridesmaid Hair for the wedding day.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;5- Help cover to pay for the bride's hair on her big day.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;6- Wedding shower&lt;span class="apple-converted-space"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;gift.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;7- The&lt;span class="apple-converted-space"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;bachelorette party&lt;span class="apple-converted-space"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;planning (invitations, venue, airfare, food and drink for you).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;8- The bachelorette party&lt;span class="apple-converted-space"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;supplies&lt;span class="apple-converted-space"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;and&lt;span class="apple-converted-space"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;entertainment.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;9- Gift for bride and&lt;span class="apple-converted-space"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;groom&lt;span class="apple-converted-space"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;on wedding day.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;10- If traveling, any and all travel expenses including gas, parking fees, airfare and accommodations.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;These are the main expenses that a bridesmaid may incur for the wedding. If you plan ahead, you can save money in this soft economy as weddings can be expensive. Just make sure to have a great time and to communicate to the bride if you have some issues paying for all of the expenses. Many times, another bridesmaid or wedding party member will chip in as the important thing is that you attend the bachelorette party, bridal shower and wedding for a memorable time!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; text-indent: .5in;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; text-indent: .5in;"&gt;Okay. So after reading all these, I have concluded that bridesmaid have a big role. But. I am not doing anything. There’s another bridesmaid anyway. Heh. And, Achi has a lot of connection from work that she has already contracted for her big day such as the venue, the gowns, floral stuff, etc. The thing that I think I could not do for this one is to communicate with other people. Let’s face it, I AM ONE SHY PERSON WHO DOESN’T HAVE THE COURAGE TO TALK TO OTHER PEOPLE FIRST. THEREFORE, I AM NOT AN EFFECTIVE COMMUNICATOR!! One thing I sure can do is to take lots of pictures! Hahaha!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; text-indent: .5in;"&gt;Okay, this is one lengthy post. Forgive me. But see, I told you, I babble. Too many topics in one post.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; text-indent: .5in;"&gt;Toodles!&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4512305181531249059-5008456692720821038?l=bridgetco.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bridgetco.blogspot.com/feeds/5008456692720821038/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bridgetco.blogspot.com/2011/02/babble-babble-babble.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4512305181531249059/posts/default/5008456692720821038'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4512305181531249059/posts/default/5008456692720821038'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bridgetco.blogspot.com/2011/02/babble-babble-babble.html' title='Babble. Babble. Babble.'/><author><name>bridgetco</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09466559215793002276</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NtVCOmwwJBc/TOIjMlFZWVI/AAAAAAAAAAQ/bbLww4lOBKE/S220/IMG_0281.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4512305181531249059.post-3943587391928537136</id><published>2011-02-14T20:45:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-02-14T20:46:34.584+08:00</updated><title type='text'>He's Just Not That Into You</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 12px;"&gt;Girls are taught a lot of stuff growing up. If a guy punches you he likes you. Never try to trim your own bangs. And someday you will meet a wonderful guy and get your very own happy ending. Every movie we see - every story we’re told - implores us to wait for it: the third act twist, the unexpected declaration of love, the exception to the rule. But sometimes we’re so focused on finding our happy ending we don’t learn how to read the signs. How to tell from the ones who want us and the ones who don’t, the ones who will stay and the ones who will leave. And maybe a happy ending doesn’t include a guy, maybe… it’s you, on your own, picking up the pieces and starting over, freeing yourself up for something better in the future. Maybe the happy ending is… just… moving on. Or maybe the happy ending is this: knowing after all the unreturned phone calls, broken hearts, through the blunders and misread signals, through all the pain and embarrassment you never ever gave up hope.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 12px;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 12px;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;- Gigi Phillips (He’s Just Not That Into You, 2009)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4512305181531249059-3943587391928537136?l=bridgetco.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bridgetco.blogspot.com/feeds/3943587391928537136/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bridgetco.blogspot.com/2011/02/hes-just-not-that-into-you.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4512305181531249059/posts/default/3943587391928537136'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4512305181531249059/posts/default/3943587391928537136'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bridgetco.blogspot.com/2011/02/hes-just-not-that-into-you.html' title='He&apos;s Just Not That Into You'/><author><name>bridgetco</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09466559215793002276</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NtVCOmwwJBc/TOIjMlFZWVI/AAAAAAAAAAQ/bbLww4lOBKE/S220/IMG_0281.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4512305181531249059.post-972102097798105053</id><published>2011-02-11T14:08:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-02-11T14:10:11.992+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Find Yourself</title><content type='html'>&lt;iframe allowfullscreen="" frameborder="0" height="390" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/U9PDvwkCCMc?rel=0" title="YouTube video player" width="480"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; 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font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'; font-size: medium; font-weight: normal; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'; font-size: medium; font-weight: normal; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: x-small;"&gt;When you find yourself&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'; font-size: small; font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;In some far off place&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;And it causes you to rethink some things&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;You start to sense that slowly&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;You're becoming someone else&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;And then you find yourself&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'; font-size: medium; font-weight: normal; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'; font-size: small; font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;When you make new friends in a brand new town&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;And you start to think about settlin' down&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;The things that would have been lost on you&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Are now clear as a bell&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;And you find yourself&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Yeah that's when you find yourself&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'; font-size: medium; font-weight: normal; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'; font-size: small; font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Where you go through life&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;So sure of where you’re headin'&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;And you wind up lost and it's&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;The best thing that could have happened&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;‘Cause sometimes when you lose your way it's really just as well&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Because you find yourself&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Yeah that’s when you find yourself&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'; font-size: medium; font-weight: normal; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'; font-size: small; font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;When you meet the one&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;That you've been waitin' for&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;And she's everything that you want and more&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;You look at her and you finally start to live for some one else&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;And then you find yourself&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;That’s when you find yourself&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'; font-size: medium; font-weight: normal; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'; font-size: small; font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;When we go through life&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;So sure of where we're headin'&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;And we wind up lost and it's&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;The best thing that could have happened&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;‘Cause sometimes when you lose your way it's really just as well&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Because you find yourself&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Yeah that's when you find yourself&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'; 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font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 16px;"&gt;Since it's the love month, naalala ko itong survey na ito that I answered over a year ago on my Facebook notes. I wonder if nagbago ang aking criteria? We'll see. All my current answers will be in bold face. Just so you know, I won't look at my previous answer as I type my new answers, para hindi pareho. =)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 11px; line-height: 16px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 16px;"&gt;BOYFRIEND POTENTIAL SURVEY:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 16px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 16px;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 16px;"&gt;1.Dapat ba gwapo?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 16px;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 16px;"&gt;-doesn't really matter. bonus point na lang kumbaga kung gwapo.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 16px;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;*doesn't matter, basta maganda ang loob niya.*&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 16px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 16px;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 16px;"&gt;2. matalino?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 16px;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 16px;"&gt;-yes, para share-an naman ako ng konting knowledge. hahaha&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 16px;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;*why not! hahaha! seriously, basta may laman ang utak naman.*&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 16px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 16px;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 16px;"&gt;3. preferred age?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 16px;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 16px;"&gt;-siguro basta hindi more than 5 years older saken.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 16px;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;*same age or a little older will do*&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 16px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 16px;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 16px;"&gt;4. preferred height?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 16px;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 16px;"&gt;-dapat mas matangkad saken!&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 16px;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;*same height or taller please!*&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 16px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 16px;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 16px;"&gt;5. How about sense of humor?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 16px;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 16px;"&gt;-oo naman! mababaw kaligayahan ko kasi so dapat mabilis niya akong mapatawa&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 16px;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;*definitely!!*&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 16px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 16px;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 16px;"&gt;6. How about piercings?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 16px;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 16px;"&gt;-AYAW.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 16px;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;*ayaw.*&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 16px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 16px;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 16px;"&gt;7. Accepts you for who you are?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 16px;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 16px;"&gt;-OF COURSE! dapat lang noh!!&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 16px;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;*DAPAT LANG NOH!!!*&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 16px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 16px;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 16px;"&gt;8. Pink hair?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 16px;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 16px;"&gt;-NO!&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 16px;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;*no waaaaaaaaay!!*&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 16px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 16px;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 16px;"&gt;9. mushy or no?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 16px;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 16px;"&gt;-ok lang, basta nasa lugar ang pagiging mushy, hehe&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 16px;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;*basta sa akin lang mushy ha? :D*&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 16px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 16px;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 16px;"&gt;10. Thin or fat?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 16px;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 16px;"&gt;-in between&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 16px;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;*average*&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 16px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 16px;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 16px;"&gt;11. Moreno or chinito or mestizo?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 16px;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 16px;"&gt;-ewan. kahit ano na lang. haha&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 16px;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;*morenong chinitong mestizo... may ganun ba? hahaha*&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 16px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 16px;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 16px;"&gt;12. Long hair or short hair?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 16px;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 16px;"&gt;-short?&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 16px;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;*short hair para he looks neat. :)*&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 16px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 16px;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 16px;"&gt;13. Plastic or metal?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 16px;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 16px;"&gt;-ha? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 16px;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;*i still don't get this, hehe*&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 16px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 16px;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 16px;"&gt;14. Smells good?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 16px;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 16px;"&gt;-dapat!&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 16px;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;*oo naman!*&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 16px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 16px;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 16px;"&gt;15. Smoker?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 16px;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 16px;"&gt;-AYAW.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 16px;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;*AYAW!*&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 16px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 16px;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 16px;"&gt;16. Drinker?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 16px;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 16px;"&gt;-ayaw pero siguro ok na rin ung paminsan-minsan lang siguro uminom?&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 16px;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;*occasional drinker lang pleasE?*&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 16px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 16px;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 16px;"&gt;17. Boy-next-door type?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 16px;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 16px;"&gt;-ye&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 16px;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;*oh sure!*&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 16px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 16px;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 16px;"&gt;18. Musically inclined?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 16px;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 16px;"&gt;-pwede rin!&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 16px;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;*yes please!!*&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 16px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 16px;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 16px;"&gt;19. Plays piano?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 16px;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 16px;"&gt;-sure. para turuan niya ako ulit.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 16px;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;*yes, tas tuturuan ulit ako magpiano. :D*&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 16px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 16px;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 16px;"&gt;20. Plays bass and/or acoustic guitar?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 16px;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 16px;"&gt;-sure. para pwedeng mangharana =p&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 16px;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;*sureeeeeeee, tas haranahan ako ha!*&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 16px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 16px;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 16px;"&gt;21. Plays violin?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 16px;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 16px;"&gt;-sure, why not! hihihi &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 16px;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;*why not diba!*&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 16px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 16px;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 16px;"&gt;22. Sings very good?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 16px;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 16px;"&gt;-ok lang, kahit hindi rin ok lang din :D&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 16px;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;*kahit na hindi ok lang, basta kinakantahan ako :)*&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 16px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 16px;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 16px;"&gt;23. Vain?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 16px;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 16px;"&gt;-huwag masyado...&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 16px;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 16px;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;*ok lang, basta wag akong sasapawan sa pagiging vain hahaha*&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 16px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 16px;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 16px;"&gt;24. With glasses?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 16px;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 16px;"&gt;-k lang&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 16px;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 16px;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;*ok lang*&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 16px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 16px;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 16px;"&gt;25. With braces?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 16px;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 16px;"&gt;-k lang, basta bagay sa knya :P&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 16px;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;*as long as bagay sa kanya :)*&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 16px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 16px;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 16px;"&gt;26. Shy type?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 16px;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 16px;"&gt;-may mangyayari ba samin kapag pareho kaming shy? haha. medyo shy na lang siya dapat haha&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 16px;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;*pwede bang hindi siya shy or just a little shy na lang, baka super tahimik lang kami kapag shy din siya*&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 16px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 16px;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 16px;"&gt;27. Rebel or good boy?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 16px;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 16px;"&gt;-good boy na may pagkarebel&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 16px;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;*syempre good boy! na may konting rebelde in him :D*&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 16px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 16px;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 16px;"&gt;28. Active or passive?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 16px;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 16px;"&gt;-in between &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 16px;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;*so-so*&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 16px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 16px;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 16px;"&gt;29. tight or bomb?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 16px;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 16px;"&gt;-eh?&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 16px;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;*?*&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 16px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 16px;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 16px;"&gt;30. Singer or dancer?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 16px;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 16px;"&gt;-kahit ano&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 16px;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;*kahit ano, basta ineentertain niya ako, hihihi*&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 16px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 16px;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 16px;"&gt;31. Suplado?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 16px;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 16px;"&gt;-sa akin dapat hindi suplado, sa iba dapat suplado. bwahaha. joke.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 16px;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;*basta hindi siya suplado sa akin.*&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 16px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 16px;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 16px;"&gt;32. Hiphop?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 16px;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 16px;"&gt;-nah&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 16px;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;*ayaw*&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 16px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 16px;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 16px;"&gt;33. Earrings?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 16px;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 16px;"&gt;-ayaw. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 16px;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;*ayaw*&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 16px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 16px;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 16px;"&gt;35. Torpe?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 16px;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 16px;"&gt;-ewan?&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 16px;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;*may mangyayari ba sa amin kung torpe siya?*&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 16px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 16px;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 16px;"&gt;36. Mr. count-my-ex-girlfriends-until-you-drop?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 16px;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 16px;"&gt;-NO!!!&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 16px;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;*AYAW.*&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 16px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 16px;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 16px;"&gt;37. Dimples?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 16px;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 16px;"&gt;-sureeeeee para same kami kapag magsmile :D&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 16px;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;*sure!!! para same kami pag nagsmile :D*&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 16px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 16px;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 16px;"&gt;38. Bookworm?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 16px;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 16px;"&gt;-sure&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 16px;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;*awesome*&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 16px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 16px;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 16px;"&gt;39. Mr. love letter?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 16px;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 16px;"&gt;-yes please!!!&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 16px;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;*yes please!!!*&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 16px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 16px;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 16px;"&gt;40. Makulit?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 16px;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 16px;"&gt;-yes, pero dapat asa lugar ang kakulitan&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 16px;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;*sure basta nilulugar niya ang kakulitan niya*&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 16px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 16px;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 16px;"&gt;41. Flirt?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 16px;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 16px;"&gt;-sakin lang dapat flirt :P&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 16px;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;*sa akin lang siya dapat flirt!*&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 16px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 16px;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 16px;"&gt;42. Poem writer?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 16px;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 16px;"&gt;-oh sure!!&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 16px;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;*yes pleaseeeeee*&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 16px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 16px;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 16px;"&gt;43. Serious?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 16px;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 16px;"&gt;-basta marunong magseryoso&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 16px;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;*nilulugar niya kung saan magseseryoso*&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 16px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 16px;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 16px;"&gt;44. Campus crush?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 16px;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 16px;"&gt;-wag na.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 16px;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;*ayaw.*&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 16px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 16px;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 16px;"&gt;45. Painter ..?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 16px;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 16px;"&gt;-ok lang&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 16px;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;*pwede na*&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 16px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 16px;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 16px;"&gt;46. Religious?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 16px;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 16px;"&gt;-basta God-fearing.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 16px;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;*basta God-fearing*&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 16px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 16px;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 16px;"&gt;47. Alaskador?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 16px;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 16px;"&gt;-ayaw.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 16px;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;*no.*&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 16px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 16px;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 16px;"&gt;48. Computer games geek? Or internet freak?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 16px;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 16px;"&gt;-wag masyado&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 16px;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;*a little. basta hindi niya binubuhos lahat ng oras niya dun.*&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 16px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 16px;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 16px;"&gt;49. Speaks 20 languages?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 16px;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 16px;"&gt;-may ganitong tao pa ba?! kahit hindi na. kahit 5 lang. hahaha. joke.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 16px;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;*why not! hahaha! basta may common language kami ha!*&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 16px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 16px;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 16px;"&gt;50. Loyal o faithful?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 16px;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 16px;"&gt;-loyal na faithful! may ganun ba? haha&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 16px;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;*loyal na faithful.*&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4512305181531249059-667517723608758835?l=bridgetco.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bridgetco.blogspot.com/feeds/667517723608758835/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bridgetco.blogspot.com/2011/02/boyfriend-potential-suvery-papasa-ka-ba.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4512305181531249059/posts/default/667517723608758835'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4512305181531249059/posts/default/667517723608758835'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bridgetco.blogspot.com/2011/02/boyfriend-potential-suvery-papasa-ka-ba.html' title='Boyfriend Potential Suvery, papasa ka ba?'/><author><name>bridgetco</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09466559215793002276</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NtVCOmwwJBc/TOIjMlFZWVI/AAAAAAAAAAQ/bbLww4lOBKE/S220/IMG_0281.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4512305181531249059.post-7546661413773284725</id><published>2011-02-02T16:48:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-02-02T16:49:08.531+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Nostalgia</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Once in a while, my friend and I would reminisce our respective childhood memories, since we have a close age gap, just 2 years apart. We think about how things were back in our generation, in contrast to the generation now. There are a lot of things that we used to do or have that the kids now most likely have no idea what they are.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Back in around Grade 2, I think, us girls were making a big fuss about stationery; who has better designs, who has a lot to exchange, stuff like that. And if a plastic envelope full of stationery of a classmate's would be missing, it would even be reported to the class adviser and, in turn, the adviser would check our bags to look who's the "culprit" who "took the envelope". Just recently, when I was fixing my some from the old house, I found my own plastic envelope with stationery. With this technology now, I seriously wonder if kids nowadays even know what a stationary is. I'm also wondering if they know how snail mail works? I mean, of course e-mailing is easier and more convenient for them to reach out to friends and loved ones here and those in other countries; just a click and their letters are sent already, whereas for those who experienced sending snail mails we know how long or short the day/s before our letters reach the recipient, and how the letters would arrive-- either as neat as you mailed them or the other way around.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;This definitely was not experienced by children nowadays-- how things were cheaper back then. And things were cheaper before my generation was born. Just last week, my grandmother was telling me that back in the 70s, a tricycle ride here on our area was 20cents and 30cents is expensive already. I believe when I was in elementary, you can buy few pieces of candy already with 50cents, some junk foods (those in small packs) and juices were worth a peso. &lt;s&gt;You can even travel in less than 7 pesos. But now... Well, you can still travel with 6 pesos, if you're a student riding a jeep that is&lt;/s&gt;. Jeepney fare increased as of today to a minimum of 8 pesos for a regular passenger! Minimum MRT ticket is 10 pesos while LRT has a minimum of 12 pesos. And come March this year, the prices will drastically increase (boo them!).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Back in the days, every children play physical games to spend their free time, especially before cable channels came. Patintero, Langit-lupa, Garter, Chinese Garter, Agawang Base and Tagu-taguan were the usual games played during recess at school. There was also the jackstone, pog, tex and dampa. Now, with the ever-so changing technology, kids may be seen seated in a corner with their noses buried not in their books, but in their PSPs. There may be a few children I see playing habulan during their breaks/dismissals at school, but a lot are still seen holding their PSPs.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Lastly, we usually are amused by the kids' stroller bags whenever we pass by them after eating lunch with them racing through the hallway dragging their bags along the way. I remember years ago when strollers first came out, I kept nagging my parents to buy me one but they kept saying no since stroller bags were expensive back then. Are they still expensive now? I guess not anymore since they are being used by kids everywhere. One time, while we were eating, we saw bunch of stroller bags lined up and all of them were color pink.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Times have changed, what was once famous in my generation may no longer be known by the generation now. What may be famous now may not suite the taste of the generation I've been. But all I can say now is that I'm happy on what I have experienced back then that this generation won't be able to appreciate. But who knows, those things might "resurrect" and they will also love them the way we once did.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4512305181531249059-7546661413773284725?l=bridgetco.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bridgetco.blogspot.com/feeds/7546661413773284725/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bridgetco.blogspot.com/2011/02/nostalgia.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4512305181531249059/posts/default/7546661413773284725'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4512305181531249059/posts/default/7546661413773284725'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bridgetco.blogspot.com/2011/02/nostalgia.html' title='Nostalgia'/><author><name>bridgetco</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09466559215793002276</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NtVCOmwwJBc/TOIjMlFZWVI/AAAAAAAAAAQ/bbLww4lOBKE/S220/IMG_0281.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4512305181531249059.post-1528400455327839344</id><published>2011-01-30T20:26:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-01-30T20:26:46.412+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sunday night is Wave night</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;I just realized that I don't religiously listen to Wave every Sunday night anymore, unlike before. I got hooked on TV again for some reason. But I'm going back to my "Sunday night is Wave night" routine starting tonight. Haha.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;So anyway, the week was a little more relaxed than the usual as it was the Foundation Week of the school, so regular classes were not conducted from Tuesday until Saturday for majority of our subjects. There was a day where, out of the blue, my classmates wanted to ride the Caterpillar ride that was set-up on the court of the elementary building. It was fun, although it just went on and on for few minutes. Dinaig yata namin ang mga elementary students! Hahahah! Also, because of the not very busy week, I was able to go to FEU-NRMF in Fairview to request for my records that's being asked by the registrar of the school since I am about to take the NVAT some time in April this year.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;And since I was able to visit Fairview for after almost a year, I felt happy and excited about the faces I'll see that I haven't seen since March 2009, since that was the last time I really saw almost everybody, except for those people that were close to me, whom I meet up with occasionally. So, that Tuesday, I saw Philip, Collins, Reccia, Cy, Cheen, Richard, Albert, Jojo and Mama. I think I forgot someone, lol. Anyway, I went back there again on Friday to give the Transfer Credential Certificate since I was thinking that giving it earlier (instead of next week when I claim the documents) will lessen my agenda next week, in case there will be other stuff I am to do when I claim the documents. And since Mama and I have a lot of stories to tell still, we went out after her class and after I gave whatever I have to give their registrar. And, I saw some of my classmates again; Kaye, Sah, CJ, Ruthlyn, Mommy Anna, Achi Anna and Tiff. And now I wonder, whom will I see next week? Hahaha! Surprises, surprises.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;After this week, it'll be our midterms week already, and 6 weeks after that, the semester is over. I am planning to take up summer classes to lessen the minor subjects that I still need to take since they weren't offered/lacked when I was still a Biology student.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;Luanne Rice is coming out with 2 new books!!! And I can't wait to get my hands on them! Actually, there still a book she wrote that I can't find-- Stone Heart. That makes it 3 books that I still need to have in order to complete my collection of her works.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4512305181531249059-1528400455327839344?l=bridgetco.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bridgetco.blogspot.com/feeds/1528400455327839344/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bridgetco.blogspot.com/2011/01/sunday-night-is-wave-night.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4512305181531249059/posts/default/1528400455327839344'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4512305181531249059/posts/default/1528400455327839344'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bridgetco.blogspot.com/2011/01/sunday-night-is-wave-night.html' title='Sunday night is Wave night'/><author><name>bridgetco</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09466559215793002276</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NtVCOmwwJBc/TOIjMlFZWVI/AAAAAAAAAAQ/bbLww4lOBKE/S220/IMG_0281.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4512305181531249059.post-1223533378490933432</id><published>2011-01-16T15:38:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-01-16T15:38:33.435+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Just a quick update</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Just a quick update from me after not posting for a week. I was busy for the whole week with a lot of assignments cram and tests to study. But, luckily, my week started by being motivated and inspired, quite unexpected I should say, and I was able to get by the week without getting crazy or breaking down, although I did experience a almost-sleepless night when I crammed by Virology report, which I did not get to report on class due to lack of time (extra time for me to edit them!). It was one hell week for me, and I know there are a lot of hell weeks to come my way soon. So there. And I got the crazy cough and colds virus almost at the end of the school week, and started losing my voice yesterday afternoon. And now, I totally have no voice. Bummer.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I'll post next time the topic that's been bugging my mind for quite some time now, when I have them sorted out.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4512305181531249059-1223533378490933432?l=bridgetco.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bridgetco.blogspot.com/feeds/1223533378490933432/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bridgetco.blogspot.com/2011/01/just-quick-update.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4512305181531249059/posts/default/1223533378490933432'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4512305181531249059/posts/default/1223533378490933432'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bridgetco.blogspot.com/2011/01/just-quick-update.html' title='Just a quick update'/><author><name>bridgetco</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09466559215793002276</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NtVCOmwwJBc/TOIjMlFZWVI/AAAAAAAAAAQ/bbLww4lOBKE/S220/IMG_0281.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4512305181531249059.post-717460104417668817</id><published>2011-01-02T09:37:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-01-02T09:39:51.963+08:00</updated><title type='text'>2010: Closing Cycles- Paolo Coelho's Blog</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;This was tagged to me by one of my friends on Facebook and allowed me to repost this. Thanks, Susan! =)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;*-*-*-*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="color: #333333; font-size: 11px; line-height: 1.5em; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;2010: Closing cycles&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #333333; font-size: 11px; line-height: 1.5em; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Published on December 31, 2010 in Guerrero de la Luz. ﻿&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #333333; font-size: 11px; line-height: 1.5em; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #333333; font-size: 11px; line-height: 1.5em; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;One always has to know when a stage comes to an end. If we insist on staying longer than the necessary time, we lose the happiness and the meaning of the other stages we have to go through.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #333333; font-size: 11px; line-height: 1.5em; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #333333; font-size: 11px; line-height: 1.5em; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Closing cycles, shutting doors, ending chapters – whatever name we give it, what matters is to leave in the past the moments of life that have finished.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #333333; font-size: 11px; line-height: 1.5em; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #333333; font-size: 11px; line-height: 1.5em; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Did you lose your job? Has a loving relationship come to an end? Did you leave your parents’ house? Gone to live abroad? Has a long-lasting friendship ended all of a sudden? You can spend a long time wondering why this has happened.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #333333; font-size: 11px; line-height: 1.5em; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #333333; font-size: 11px; line-height: 1.5em; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;You can tell yourself you won’t take another step until you find out why certain things that were so important and so solid in your life have turned into dust, just like that. But such an attitude will be awfully stressing for everyone involved: your parents, your husband or wife, your friends, your children, your sister.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #333333; font-size: 11px; line-height: 1.5em; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #333333; font-size: 11px; line-height: 1.5em; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Everyone is finishing chapters, turning over new leaves, getting on with life, and they will all feel bad seeing you at a standstill.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #333333; font-size: 11px; line-height: 1.5em; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #333333; font-size: 11px; line-height: 1.5em; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Things pass, and the best we can do is to let them really go away.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #333333; font-size: 11px; line-height: 1.5em; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #333333; font-size: 11px; line-height: 1.5em; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;That is why it is so important (however painful it may be!) to destroy souvenirs, move, give lots of things away to orphanages, sell or donate the books you have at home.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #333333; font-size: 11px; line-height: 1.5em; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #333333; font-size: 11px; line-height: 1.5em; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Everything in this visible world is a manifestation of the invisible world, of what is going on in our hearts – and getting rid of certain memories also means making some room for other memories to take their place.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #333333; font-size: 11px; line-height: 1.5em; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #333333; font-size: 11px; line-height: 1.5em; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Let things go. Release them. Detach yourself from them.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #333333; font-size: 11px; line-height: 1.5em; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #333333; font-size: 11px; line-height: 1.5em; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Nobody plays this life with marked cards, so sometimes we win and sometimes we lose. Do not expect anything in return, do not expect your efforts to be appreciated, your genius to be discovered, your love to be understood.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #333333; font-size: 11px; line-height: 1.5em; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #333333; font-size: 11px; line-height: 1.5em; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Stop turning on your emotional television to watch the same program over and over again, the one that shows how much you suffered from a certain loss: that is only poisoning you, nothing else.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #333333; font-size: 11px; line-height: 1.5em; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #333333; font-size: 11px; line-height: 1.5em; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Nothing is more dangerous than not accepting love relationships that are broken off, work that is promised but there is no starting date, decisions that are always put off waiting for the “ideal moment.”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #333333; font-size: 11px; line-height: 1.5em; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #333333; font-size: 11px; line-height: 1.5em; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Before a new chapter is begun, the old one has to be finished: tell yourself that what has passed will never come back.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #333333; font-size: 11px; line-height: 1.5em; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Remember that there was a time when you could live without that thing or that person – nothing is irreplaceable, a habit is not a need.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #333333; font-size: 11px; line-height: 1.5em; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #333333; font-size: 11px; line-height: 1.5em; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;This may sound so obvious, it may even be difficult, but it is very important.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #333333; font-size: 11px; line-height: 1.5em; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #333333; font-size: 11px; line-height: 1.5em; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Closing cycles. Not because of pride, incapacity or arrogance, but simply because that no longer fits your life.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #333333; font-size: 11px; line-height: 1.5em; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Shut the door, change the record, clean the house, shake off the dust.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #333333; font-size: 11px; line-height: 1.5em; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #333333; font-size: 11px; line-height: 1.5em; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class=" fbUnderline" style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Stop being who you were, and change into who you are.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4512305181531249059-717460104417668817?l=bridgetco.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bridgetco.blogspot.com/feeds/717460104417668817/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bridgetco.blogspot.com/2011/01/2010-closing-cycles-paolo-coelhos-blog.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4512305181531249059/posts/default/717460104417668817'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4512305181531249059/posts/default/717460104417668817'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bridgetco.blogspot.com/2011/01/2010-closing-cycles-paolo-coelhos-blog.html' title='2010: Closing Cycles- Paolo Coelho&apos;s Blog'/><author><name>bridgetco</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09466559215793002276</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NtVCOmwwJBc/TOIjMlFZWVI/AAAAAAAAAAQ/bbLww4lOBKE/S220/IMG_0281.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4512305181531249059.post-7624575636024764997</id><published>2010-12-31T14:32:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-12-31T14:32:23.463+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Off to the new year</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;In few hours, we will be ushering 2011 in and say goodbye to 2010.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;2010 will be one of the most memorable years for me. In fact, this may be the one of the best years of my life. Lots of things happened, I went back to school, kept myself sane for a week of being alone on weekdays, and other stuff. I never really expected this year to turn out like this, fun. There may be twists and whatever but it still ended good.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Of course, since I went back to school, I met new people. I got to deal with different attitudes again, some tolerable, others are definitely not tolerable at all. There are people who, surprisingly actually, became close to me. Let us not forget about school works, a lot of challenges there, especially keeping up with the bright minds of my fellow classmates, majority of them are at least 4 years younger than me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Anyway.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;As I say goodbye to 2010 later, I want to give thanks to the people who made my 2010 awesome. I don't know if you'll be able to read this blog, but thank you for being part of my life this year. You made this year colorful for me and meaningful as well. &amp;nbsp;There may be ups and downs but that makes it more interesting, right? Oh, especially YOU. =)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Wishing all the best and luck for the 2011. It'll also be year of the rabbit. It's gonna be my year! Woot!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;♥&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4512305181531249059-7624575636024764997?l=bridgetco.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bridgetco.blogspot.com/feeds/7624575636024764997/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bridgetco.blogspot.com/2010/12/off-to-new-year.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4512305181531249059/posts/default/7624575636024764997'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4512305181531249059/posts/default/7624575636024764997'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bridgetco.blogspot.com/2010/12/off-to-new-year.html' title='Off to the new year'/><author><name>bridgetco</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09466559215793002276</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NtVCOmwwJBc/TOIjMlFZWVI/AAAAAAAAAAQ/bbLww4lOBKE/S220/IMG_0281.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4512305181531249059.post-2178445502989532140</id><published>2010-12-25T19:46:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-12-25T19:47:33.046+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Thesis</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Finally, my thesis (together with my thesismate, of course) as a Biology major finally made it as an international paper on &lt;b&gt;Veterinarski Arhiv&lt;/b&gt;. If I'm not mistaken, Dr. Claveria has been making arrangements for this thesis of ours to be published since 2008 (right after we defended our thesis, I believe) and only pushed through this year, after a lot of checkings and revisions and whatever processes that is to be done. Our dearest thesis adviser informed me late November of this year that our paper will be out this December on their last issue for the year. So, I was just trying my luck few moments ago if the final issue of the journal is out. True enough, I clicked some links and, voila!, there goes our thesis, as the third paper on the final issue:&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="papers_list_text" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="papers_list_text" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Immunochromatographic assay of Babesia caballi and Babesia equi Laveran 1901 (Theileria equi Mehlhorn and Schein, 1998) (Phylum Apicomplexa) infection in Philippine horses correlated with parasite detection in blood smears&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="papers_list_text" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;(Mary Jane Cruz-Flores, Michelle Bata, Bridget Co, Florencia G. Claveria, Rodolfo Verdida, Xuenan Xuan, and Ikuo Igarashi)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="papers_list_text"&gt;&lt;span class="papers_list_text" style="-webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="papers_list_text"&gt;&lt;span class="papers_list_text" style="-webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Wow, I still can't believe it up to now. I'm so proud of our paper. Hahaha!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="papers_list_text"&gt;&lt;span class="papers_list_text" style="-webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="papers_list_text"&gt;&lt;span class="papers_list_text" style="-webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Anyway, here's the link to our paper:&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href="http://www.vef.hr/vetarhiv/papers/2010-80-6-3.pdf"&gt;&lt;b&gt;CLICK ME! =D&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp;Hahaha. =)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="papers_list_text"&gt;&lt;span class="papers_list_text" style="-webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="papers_list_text"&gt;&lt;span class="papers_list_text" style="-webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Merry Christmas, everyone! =)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4512305181531249059-2178445502989532140?l=bridgetco.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bridgetco.blogspot.com/feeds/2178445502989532140/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bridgetco.blogspot.com/2010/12/thesis.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4512305181531249059/posts/default/2178445502989532140'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4512305181531249059/posts/default/2178445502989532140'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bridgetco.blogspot.com/2010/12/thesis.html' title='Thesis'/><author><name>bridgetco</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09466559215793002276</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NtVCOmwwJBc/TOIjMlFZWVI/AAAAAAAAAAQ/bbLww4lOBKE/S220/IMG_0281.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4512305181531249059.post-5289946990786974763</id><published>2010-12-20T21:42:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-12-20T21:45:45.761+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Full Moon</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;FULL MOON = MY MOMENT&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;I have always told myself that it is "my moment" whenever it's full moon. "My moment" is the time where I will have my sumpong with Mommy and I will be veeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeery sentimental over stuff. My sumpong will last for at least a week, what's it about? Nothing in particular, just petty stuff such as not wiping off the water on the table or not transferring the newspaper from the dining table to the other table. Just stuff like that. On the other hand, my senti moment would be just about stuff that used to happen, or what could have happened, or the what ifs of life.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;I used to go out of the house to the garden or the garage just to look up at the moon. I appreciate its brightness by just staring at it and I would always try to figure out if it's a face that I see. A pair of sad eyes and a frown. I think I always tried to figure out that one because of a story I heard years ago about a boy being punished by someone thus turning him into a moon, or something like that. I just couldn't quite remember.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;But now, I no longer have my sumpong when full moon comes around, I have it any time of the month (hahaha). I still do get sentimental once in a while, but more of what will happen in the future, and nothing about the past. Looking at the full moon makes me smile now, I just don't know why.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;So, every since I've heard this song, thanks to a wonderful friend of mine (weh, ngingiti yan! =p), it always makes me think and look forward to a full moon.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;object class="BLOGGER-youtube-video" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0" data-thumbnail-src="http://0.gvt0.com/vi/ddaF_9bCMSA/0.jpg" height="385" width="480"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/ddaF_9bCMSA&amp;fs=1&amp;source=uds" /&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF" /&gt;&lt;embed width="480" height="385" src="http://www.youtube.com/v/ddaF_9bCMSA&amp;fs=1&amp;source=uds" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4512305181531249059-5289946990786974763?l=bridgetco.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bridgetco.blogspot.com/feeds/5289946990786974763/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bridgetco.blogspot.com/2010/12/full-moon.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4512305181531249059/posts/default/5289946990786974763'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4512305181531249059/posts/default/5289946990786974763'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bridgetco.blogspot.com/2010/12/full-moon.html' title='Full Moon'/><author><name>bridgetco</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09466559215793002276</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NtVCOmwwJBc/TOIjMlFZWVI/AAAAAAAAAAQ/bbLww4lOBKE/S220/IMG_0281.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4512305181531249059.post-5961561687559564155</id><published>2010-12-17T18:38:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-12-17T18:38:18.504+08:00</updated><title type='text'>happy</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;You may cancel one book, The Deep Blue Sea for Beginners, from my wish list as I found just this afternoon a hardbound copy that is VERY cheap. Yes, literally cheaper than the original one. And I'm so happy about it!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Another thing to be happy about is that, I'm already on my Christmas break from school. I can sleep longer again, tend my flowers and plants in the garden, cook for the family on Christmas (I still can't think of what to cook... Suggestions?), and watch DVDs that I haven't watched. And maybe the TV series that I forgot to watch during my hiatus from school days.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;3 of my subjects have shown our exam results already, I passed one of those and I lacked 1 point each on the other 2 subjects. Though a little bit disappointing, I'm still happy with the results.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;And this is one nonsense post. Forgive me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4512305181531249059-5961561687559564155?l=bridgetco.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bridgetco.blogspot.com/feeds/5961561687559564155/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bridgetco.blogspot.com/2010/12/happy.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4512305181531249059/posts/default/5961561687559564155'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4512305181531249059/posts/default/5961561687559564155'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bridgetco.blogspot.com/2010/12/happy.html' title='happy'/><author><name>bridgetco</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09466559215793002276</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NtVCOmwwJBc/TOIjMlFZWVI/AAAAAAAAAAQ/bbLww4lOBKE/S220/IMG_0281.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4512305181531249059.post-288536750821039817</id><published>2010-12-14T20:05:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-12-15T19:06:27.576+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Thank you</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;A friend once told me, while we were talking about kilig conversations I had with the person that I currently like, that I should be thankful to the-person-who-shall-remain-anonymous. I asked her why should I when he left me in the midst of everything. She simply replied that, because of him, I am who I am now, stronger and wiser, that I now know how to handle things with regards to "love". I told her that, as of that moment, I'm still not ready to thank him. Maybe sometime.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;It was back in November 2005 when he left me. Took me a looooooooong time to move on, but I eventually did and did not look back after that. I've placed everything at the smallest corner of my mind so that I will never be able to see it in the future. Actually, I don't remember much stuff about what happened anymore. Hahaha. I've been happy ever since and living life the best that I could. Yeah, we have small talks once in a while, him asking me how's my VetMed life. I don't ask about his, although I get bits and pieces of stories about him once in a while from common friends, but those don't bother me anymore. Maybe I do have a grudge against him for whatever he did, it may remain with me for who knows how long, and I may be called "bitter" because of that.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;I guess I am now ready to thank him. So, to the-person-who-shall-remain-anonymous, thank you. For leaving me. Because of what you did, I did become stronger. Because of what you did, I met other people, nagkacrush sa ibang lalaki. Haha. Thank you for leaving me dahil sa loob ng limang taon mula nang araw na iyon, nag-iba ang criteria ng hinahanap kong gusto kong makasama. Nagtago man ako sa limang taon na yun dahil na-trauma ako, sobra-sobrang panahon na yun sa pagtatago, sumobra rin ang takot ko na magmahal muli. But I'm ready to love again whole-heartedly and without the fear that I'll experience the same things. Thank you for leaving me, because I know that someone out there is the one for me, waiting for me. And I'm just waiting for him to present himself. I know that this person will truly love me and will take care of me. Hindi na tayo katulad ng dati, civil na lang, or kahit wala, I don't mind. Again, thank you. I am truly at peace with the past now.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4512305181531249059-288536750821039817?l=bridgetco.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bridgetco.blogspot.com/feeds/288536750821039817/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bridgetco.blogspot.com/2010/12/thank-you.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4512305181531249059/posts/default/288536750821039817'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4512305181531249059/posts/default/288536750821039817'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bridgetco.blogspot.com/2010/12/thank-you.html' title='Thank you'/><author><name>bridgetco</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09466559215793002276</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NtVCOmwwJBc/TOIjMlFZWVI/AAAAAAAAAAQ/bbLww4lOBKE/S220/IMG_0281.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4512305181531249059.post-6157815990245153522</id><published>2010-12-09T16:54:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-12-09T16:55:31.997+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Wishlist</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;It sucks when you don't want to not go to school but you have to for some reason. And it also sucks that you have to stay in bed until you feel a little better, and you don't know what else to do but study. Oh well. That's my case right now. I am forced to stay here at home as I was not feeling well this morning. I missed Anatomy and Animal Nutrition. Worse is that it's already exams next week. Argh.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Well, I think the good thing for this is that I get to rest, sleep a little longer (hihi) and I got to muni-muni again. Over the weekend, I was talking to a friend and she was telling me that she can't think of anything to put on her Christmas wishlist for their college barkada's exchange gift. I told her to just write down that she doesn't want anything anymore because she already got what she wants, her boyfriend. Hahaha. So, because of that, it got me thinking of what I want for Christmas this year. I don't usually make a Christmas wishlist, but I'll make one for this year. =)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Stone Heart&lt;/b&gt;, &lt;b&gt;The Deep Blue Sea for Beginners&lt;/b&gt; and &lt;b&gt;The Letters&lt;/b&gt; by &lt;b&gt;Luanne Rice&lt;/b&gt;. Actually, I can easily find The Deep Blue Sea for Beginners in the bookstores here, but the last time I looked for it, it's still in hardbound therefore, it's expensive. Whereas the 2 other books are (I think) impossible to find since I can't find them in bookstores, even in Booksale. Just those 3 books and I will have all her novels na.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Telescope&lt;/b&gt;. Yes, it's been a long time dream for me to own one, so, can you give me one? =)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Car&lt;/b&gt;. I have no idea about car stuff but I want one so I can go to school without ranting that my sister or my mom's moving oh-so-slow, especially when I have a very early class. Also so that I won't have to worry about my white uniform turn black when it rains whenever I commute. And also, so I can go wherever I want to go.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;More pets!&lt;/b&gt;&amp;nbsp;It may be tiring to have lots of pets here at home, but they are fuuuun to watch and play with. We have dogs and a cat, and already had rabbits, hamsters, guinea pigs, turtles and fishes. We were supposed to have birds at one point but Dad changed his mind. Haha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;YOU&lt;/b&gt;. Need I say more? =)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Okay, back to reading!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4512305181531249059-6157815990245153522?l=bridgetco.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bridgetco.blogspot.com/feeds/6157815990245153522/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bridgetco.blogspot.com/2010/12/wishlist.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4512305181531249059/posts/default/6157815990245153522'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4512305181531249059/posts/default/6157815990245153522'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bridgetco.blogspot.com/2010/12/wishlist.html' title='Wishlist'/><author><name>bridgetco</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09466559215793002276</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NtVCOmwwJBc/TOIjMlFZWVI/AAAAAAAAAAQ/bbLww4lOBKE/S220/IMG_0281.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4512305181531249059.post-1798615245242553393</id><published>2010-12-06T19:44:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-12-07T18:45:34.901+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Adrenaline Rush</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;I now know what it felt like when you're having an adrenaline rush. Just last night, around 11 in the evening, I was about to fall asleep when I heard wang-wangs on our street. Thinking it was just an ambulance, I decided not to look out the window anymore. But curiousity is somewhat killing me so I sat up and pushed the curtain to peek outside. I saw a fire truck rushing in our small street and a lot of people were scattered. I stared where the truck was going and saw smoke. And something orange-y light. I ignored it, trying to sleep again when it occurred to me that there's a fire somewhere near. That made me jump out of the bed and went to my parents' room and saw Mommy and my sisters looking out the window and there I saw big fire. I rushed to my grandmother's room and she too was gazing outside the window, kinda panicky because she thought that the house that's 2 houses away from us was the one on fire. I had to convince that it's not that house that's on fire. Haha. After that, I went up the roof top to have a better view but the house that my grandmother thought was burning was blocking the view so I just looked at the thick smoke and listen to the fire trucks' sirens from everywhere. At our estimation, the houses that were burning were about 15-20 houses or less away from us, about a minute or 2, or maybe less again, walking distance.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;After an hour, the fire got smaller and my adrenaline rush vanished. I felt sleepy again and decided to go back to sleep. I asked my sister to just drag me out of my bed if anything bad happens. But about 30minutes since crawling into my bed, I heard noises again, so I looked out. The fire trucks are just backing out of our tiny street signaling that the fire is out, after 2 hours. That's around 1am already. I just watched the trucks leaving our street and I saw one fireman taking a picture of himself on top of the truck. Hahaha. That lasted for about 30minutes I think before I fell asleep again. And the next thing I know, it's 4am and I have to get up already. *sigh* No wonder I was so sleepy at school today.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NtVCOmwwJBc/TPzHNMqrjKI/AAAAAAAAABY/kQD7czLbF-k/s1600/IMG_8960.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="213" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NtVCOmwwJBc/TPzHNMqrjKI/AAAAAAAAABY/kQD7czLbF-k/s320/IMG_8960.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NtVCOmwwJBc/TPzHWbbypmI/AAAAAAAAABc/bYmzpfCGw98/s1600/IMG_9017.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="213" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NtVCOmwwJBc/TPzHWbbypmI/AAAAAAAAABc/bYmzpfCGw98/s320/IMG_9017.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;I think those are firemen...&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;Christmas break's near! Prelim exams are next week already. But, hopefully, my last day in school before the break is on the 17th. I can somehow feel the Christmas breeze already, especially last night on the rooftop and this morning while unlocking the gate. If only there are no mosquitoes, maybe I'll carry a recliner up to the rooftop and stare at the stars and wish. =)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;On the other thing that is wandering in my mind, it's been about a month or 2 since I have expressed my thought on why I can't write a poem about this feeling that I have. Actually, I'm still feeling it. And I still can't write about it. Until now. I have told a friend about this, and she told me that maybe if I write them down, something negative/unfavorable will happen. Like before. I kept writing when I'm inspired but in the end, I end up heart broken or stop liking the person. She also told me that maybe I don't want to jeopardize this one. And she's right, I don't want to. And, yes, I am in love. There. I said it. To whom, you guess. HAHAHA. =) But, I wish he feels the same way too...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4512305181531249059-1798615245242553393?l=bridgetco.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bridgetco.blogspot.com/feeds/1798615245242553393/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bridgetco.blogspot.com/2010/12/adrenaline-rush.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4512305181531249059/posts/default/1798615245242553393'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4512305181531249059/posts/default/1798615245242553393'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bridgetco.blogspot.com/2010/12/adrenaline-rush.html' title='Adrenaline Rush'/><author><name>bridgetco</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09466559215793002276</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NtVCOmwwJBc/TOIjMlFZWVI/AAAAAAAAAAQ/bbLww4lOBKE/S220/IMG_0281.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NtVCOmwwJBc/TPzHNMqrjKI/AAAAAAAAABY/kQD7czLbF-k/s72-c/IMG_8960.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4512305181531249059.post-8730508270875997535</id><published>2010-11-27T18:51:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-11-29T09:11:50.634+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Angkong</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white;"&gt;Dear Angkong,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today is your first death anniversary. I'll always remember November 27, 2009. Mabilis ang mga pangyayari but I still remember them. Early that morning, before we left for our flight to Hong Kong, I went into your room and said goodbye to you and Ama. I even kidded that you wait for me when we return on the 29th. You both laughed at me pa and I know you waved at me pa. But a thought was bothering me the night before that pa, and I have told a friend about this thought that I had. Knowing that my imagination's running wild again, I forced myself to push that thought away as we boarded the plane. That night while we were sleeping, I kept hearing Dad’s phone receiving messages, but I didn’t mind it that much since hindi ko naman yun phone. Shortly after midnight, the hotel phone rang. Dad jumped from the bed to answer the phone. We don’t know who was on the other line, but we sensed something was wrong as Dad was answering in a panicky tone. When he put down the phone, he simply told us, “Patay na si Papa.” The sleepy me became wide awake and I suddenly remembered the thought that I had and I was silently cursing myself for having a wild imagination. I can remember na Dad can’t go back to sleep, and he decided to return to Manila the following day (28th) and nagpasya rin akong sumama to be with Ama. After we had the city tour, we asked the tour guide to drop us at the airport, while Mommy, Achi and Claire went to Disneyland. We were at the airport mga 3pm pa lang to ask if we can be chance passengers for the flight back to Manila. We had to endure the waiting in front of the check in counter just to know our fate kung makakabalik kami both ni Dad or only one can go back and the other (me!) take the train back to the hotel. By 8PM, lumapit sa amin yung attendant(?) and gave us our tickets! We arrived at NAIA-1 past midnight and Tita Plot fetched us from the airport and drove us to Heritage. I have conditioned myself to be strong and not to cry when I see your body. When we entered the room, my first thought was to turn around and walk back to the car and wait there, but I didn’t. Lumapit ako sa kabao mo and when I glanced at your face, I broke down. Hindi ko natupad yung promise ko sa sarili ko na hindi ako iiyak kapag nakita kita. Dad had to comfort me with the thought na you’re up there na and at least hindi ka na nahihirapan pa. It was hard and so sudden. We had to comfort each other for us to heal the loss we felt when you left.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Angkong, I’m sorry. I’m very, very, very sorry. Alam ko hindi ako naging super mabuting apo for you. Alam ko na dahil sa kababawan ko kaya hindi tayo nagpansinan for about 10 years kahit na andito lang tayo sa iisang bubong. It all started with my stupid lata of stickers. Kung hindi dahil sa latang yun, hindi tayo magkakaroon ng hidwaan. Biruin mo, all through out almost all of my elementary years, buong high school and college ko e hindi pala tayo nagpansinan? I’m so bad. Naaalala ko pa na nung nasa med school na ako, every after dismissal, pagkabalik ko sa dorm ko na kapitbahay lang ng school e tatawag ako agad sa bahay bago lumabas para bumili ng pagkain and ikaw madalas ang nakakasagot ng phone. Tinatanong mo lagi how my day went, kung kumain na ba ako then ipapasa mo ang phone kay Ama. And kapag umuuwi ako kapag Fridays e ikaw ang usual una kong makikita and mangangamusta kung nahirapan ba ako magcommute.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alam ko nadisappoint ka rin when I stopped med. Alam ko lahat naman kayo nadisappoint eh. I did try my best naman to love med, pero hindi ko lang talaga siya naffeel at hindi rin ako magiging masaya in the long run. Nung nagkasakit si Ama, diba sabi ko sa iyo sa taas ka na matulog, ako na lang matutulog sa tabi ni Ama para in case kailangan i-BP or whatever, magagawa agad. Then one night bumaba ka, pagod yata ako kaya hindi ko naramdaman pero nagising ako, andun ka sa tabi ni Ama, nakadungaw tapos niloloko mo pa ako na hindi man lang ako nagising nung nagbukas ka ng pinto.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aside kay Ama and minsan kay Claire, isa ka sa mga naging primary food taster ko sa mga pinagbbake at mga kung anu-anong niluluto ko, lalo na yung mga cookies. Tapos naaalala ko, madalas sinasabi mo kulang sa tamis kahit na minsan natatamisan na ako pati rin si Ama. Tapos kapag ulam naman, as long as hindi pork ang iluluto ko, kakain ka. Sayang, hindi mo na yata natikman yung blueberry cheesecake na ginawa ko, pati yung buko pandan. Pero, hayaan mo, ginawan kita ng gulaman with lychee kahapon para makuha mo siya ngayon para may food ka dyan. Matagal mo na rin siya hindi nakakain eh, diba. Hehehehe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Namimiss ka na ni Ama. Namimiss ka na ni Dad kahit hindi niya sinasabi. Syempre, si A-ko miss ka na rin niya. Sila Kriz din, pati ako. Maraming times ka na bumisita kay Ama sa panaginip niya. PERO WAG MONG GAGAWIN ULIT YUNG GINAWA MO ONCE SA PANAGINIP NI AMA!!! HINDI AKO PAPAYAG!!! Just recently, bumisita ka rin sa panaginip ko, isang gabi lang siya pero in two different dreams. Why? Hindi mo naman ako kinausap, tumingin ka lang sa akin and nagsmile. Sinubukan kong tawagin ka kaya lang, walang boses na lumalabas sa bibig ko.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sana andito ka pa. Sana naipagmaneho man lang kita kahit isang beses. Sana napatawad mo na si Dad sa naging alitan niyong dalawa. Sana nakikita mo si Genn ngayon kapag bumibisita siya dito, parang nakalunok lang ng melon. Sana mas naipagluto pa kita ng kung anu-anong mga pagkain. Sana nakikita mo how happy I am sa vetmed ngayon. Sana, napatawad mo na ako.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love you, Angkong! Promise ko, aalagaan ko lagi si Ama. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~Bea&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4512305181531249059-8730508270875997535?l=bridgetco.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bridgetco.blogspot.com/feeds/8730508270875997535/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bridgetco.blogspot.com/2010/11/angkong.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4512305181531249059/posts/default/8730508270875997535'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4512305181531249059/posts/default/8730508270875997535'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bridgetco.blogspot.com/2010/11/angkong.html' title='Angkong'/><author><name>bridgetco</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09466559215793002276</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NtVCOmwwJBc/TOIjMlFZWVI/AAAAAAAAAAQ/bbLww4lOBKE/S220/IMG_0281.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4512305181531249059.post-6876411193929541631</id><published>2010-11-21T18:28:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-11-21T18:38:31.673+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Nakipagwrestling ako sa aso.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;I believe I have uttered that sentence quite a number of times last week. Why? Because I went to school on Wednesday with a lot of scratches on my left arm. You might ask what happened really happened. Well, truth be told, I was sratched by our dog, Cheese, who doesn't want to take a bath last Tuesday after having her nails and hair cut. She kept jumping out of the sink while I was rinsing her. Hence the scratches. I was just joking around whenever I tell my sisters and cousins that people might think I'm suicidal, especially the strangers I see when I commute. Oh, by the way, the dog's a Shih Tzu. Hehehehe.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;table cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NtVCOmwwJBc/TOjuBkKWRnI/AAAAAAAAABU/05N4t-3VTSQ/s1600/IMG_8491.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NtVCOmwwJBc/TOjuBkKWRnI/AAAAAAAAABU/05N4t-3VTSQ/s320/IMG_8491.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;This is my arm few days after being scratched by Cheese&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;It's been about 3 weeks already of the second semester aaaaaaand it's tiring. Very tiring. But fun as well! I think I enjoy going to school on Mondays, Wednesdays and Saturdays (although I tend to get bored when Saturday arrives) and dread the rest of the week. Lots of readings to do, assignments to finish, stuff to memorize, and notebooks to write on. I've been away from my school stuff for about 24hours now. I need to get back on them after I blog.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;Dad told me this morning, "Kailangan mo nang magdrive ulit." I know right!! It's been almost a year since I last sat behind the wheel. I want to drive again! I want to drive to school to avoid the hassle (well, I will face the traffic if I drive), and drive to wherever I wanna go-- visit my FEU-NRMF friends for one, and visit whoever.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;Till then!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4512305181531249059-6876411193929541631?l=bridgetco.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bridgetco.blogspot.com/feeds/6876411193929541631/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bridgetco.blogspot.com/2010/11/nakipagwrestling-ako-sa-aso.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4512305181531249059/posts/default/6876411193929541631'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4512305181531249059/posts/default/6876411193929541631'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bridgetco.blogspot.com/2010/11/nakipagwrestling-ako-sa-aso.html' title='Nakipagwrestling ako sa aso.'/><author><name>bridgetco</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09466559215793002276</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NtVCOmwwJBc/TOIjMlFZWVI/AAAAAAAAAAQ/bbLww4lOBKE/S220/IMG_0281.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NtVCOmwwJBc/TOjuBkKWRnI/AAAAAAAAABU/05N4t-3VTSQ/s72-c/IMG_8491.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4512305181531249059.post-8319901416126490445</id><published>2010-11-18T18:39:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-11-18T18:39:21.223+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Funny how I fell for you</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="480" height="385"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/081a6Hr08n4?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/081a6Hr08n4?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="480" height="385"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4512305181531249059-8319901416126490445?l=bridgetco.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bridgetco.blogspot.com/feeds/8319901416126490445/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bridgetco.blogspot.com/2010/11/funny-how-i-fell-for-you.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4512305181531249059/posts/default/8319901416126490445'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4512305181531249059/posts/default/8319901416126490445'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bridgetco.blogspot.com/2010/11/funny-how-i-fell-for-you.html' title='Funny how I fell for you'/><author><name>bridgetco</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09466559215793002276</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NtVCOmwwJBc/TOIjMlFZWVI/AAAAAAAAAAQ/bbLww4lOBKE/S220/IMG_0281.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4512305181531249059.post-5315541450574493493</id><published>2010-11-16T09:04:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-11-16T14:37:40.035+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Think and blog</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;Funny how I miss going home late. Last night was the second time for this semester that I went home late, the first one was last Saturday. Good thing that Dad did not object when I told him yesterday morning that I'll be going home late, maybe because there are no classes for today (thank God!). So, for the 2 days that I went home late, I was at Trinoma with my friends. On Saturday, I was with my college/med friend, whom I just saw a week before classes started but there was a lot of stuff to share so we found that it is important for us to meet up, and we end up playing basketball, Time Crisis and Rambo at Timezone after having lunch and before buying important stuff we have on our respective lists. Mama, as I fondly call Mitch, and I met during my 1st year as a Biology student back in 2004 in our Zoology class after I got back from a week-long fever. We sat beside each other during the lecture and she was helping me understand the frog, which I missed on the lab class. And from then on, we became friends and eventually thesis partners on our very wonderful &lt;i&gt;Babesia&lt;/i&gt; on horses.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;On the other hand, I was with another med friend and her boyfriend (first time to see him) last night. Funny how Cheen and I got close, considering the history behind us. I actually did not expect us to be close after all the things that happened, but maybe there's a reason why we became close after about almost a year of just being civil to each other. But seeing her with her special someone makes me want to have one now. =| I admit, I miss the feeling&amp;nbsp;of being in a relationship. Special guy for me, are you there? If you're the one that I want, speak up and show yourself to me now! Hehehe.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;So now, I have a blogspot. Again. Maybe I'll make both blogspot and livejournal constantly updated. Or at least I should try to. I still am kinda regretting that I deleted my blogspot before. I can't remember the real reason why I deleted it. Because I don't update it anymore? Or because I got tired of fixing it? Or just because I don't want it anymore? I really don't know. But for now, I'm quite excited having blogspot again, hihi.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;Just the other day, I finished a book called Something Blue by Emily Giffin. It's about a girl who cheated on her fiance by sleeping with another guy and got her pregnant. With her wedding cancelled, rift with her best friend and her own mother, and few weeks pregnant, she decided to move to London, stay at a childhood friend's place and start all over. There, she tried changing her old ways and try to become a new person as motherhood is fast approaching. When she had her checkup, the doctor suggested for an ultrasound even if she's positive she's having a girl. But, she's having a boy-- no, make that 2 boys! So, in the end, after giving birth, she had made up with her best friend and her mother, let go of her past grudges, fell in love with the childhood friend unexpectedly and eventually get married. No, I'm not advertising the book, unless you're into chic lit, you may read it! But, it got me thinking with babies. I have 2 elementary classmates who now have their kids. A college friend is now heavy with her own. A sister of a close friend recently gave birth to a baby girl. My cousin is 5months pregnant. I want to have my own kids too in time. I can't imagine myself though with a big tummy aside from my fats (lol). But I want to experience some fetus kicking inside me, or when time for an ultrasound, you can see the life form inside, all curved up, sucking it's little thumb. And when it's time to deliver the baby, I want to experience holding the little baby in my arms after his/her daddy cuts the umbilical cord and hearing his/her first sound. Yeah, I want to experience those. =)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4512305181531249059-5315541450574493493?l=bridgetco.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bridgetco.blogspot.com/feeds/5315541450574493493/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bridgetco.blogspot.com/2010/11/funny-how-i-miss-going-home-late.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4512305181531249059/posts/default/5315541450574493493'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4512305181531249059/posts/default/5315541450574493493'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bridgetco.blogspot.com/2010/11/funny-how-i-miss-going-home-late.html' title='Think and blog'/><author><name>bridgetco</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09466559215793002276</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NtVCOmwwJBc/TOIjMlFZWVI/AAAAAAAAAAQ/bbLww4lOBKE/S220/IMG_0281.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
