<?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-7561596720849945330</id><updated>2012-02-16T16:26:39.820+08:00</updated><category term='30 Day Letter Challenge'/><category term='sleeping'/><category term='personal'/><category term='politics'/><category term='family'/><category term='random'/><category term='rants'/><category term='quotes'/><category term='relationships'/><category term='myself'/><category term='life lessons'/><category term='school'/><category term='photos'/><category term='love'/><category term='work'/><category term='friends'/><title type='text'>All Around News Girl</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bienamagbitang.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7561596720849945330/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bienamagbitang.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7561596720849945330/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Biena</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18133516880685078577</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-a0wNXRbDFjQ/Twwc30ryUKI/AAAAAAAAAI4/ppTtTfjgggo/s220/newsgirl.png'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>147</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7561596720849945330.post-8152204384581475055</id><published>2012-01-24T23:52:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2012-01-24T23:52:26.461+08:00</updated><title type='text'>TO ALL BLACKBERRY ADDICTS :)</title><content type='html'>LOVE LETTER FROM UR BB&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Dear Owner,                                &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;I&amp;#39;m so lucky I&amp;#39;m your BlackBerry!&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;You hold me with both hands as gently as you could be.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;You ensure that I am always with you.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;If I fall, you are afraid of my injury.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;I always have your undivided attention, you get upset if others disturb our time together.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;You can never forget me in a taxi &amp;amp; you won&amp;#39;t let me go unlike my old friends Nokia, Sony and Samsung that you would proudly just hand over.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;When you eat, I&amp;#39;m beside you. &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;When you are on the toilet seat, I&amp;#39;m with you.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;When you&amp;#39;re sleeping, my head is by your pillow.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;When I scream, you rush and pick me  like an egg. &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;When I feel low, you make every effort to recharge my battery.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;When I am hungry, you fill me with airtime.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;You buy me all sorts of clothes to cover my precious skin.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;And if I make you feel like a cowboy you strap me to your waist or jeans.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Every month you ensure that you set aside the money, to buy me bundles (of love).&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;You upgraded me from my friends Nokia, Sony and Samsung to a Curve, Bold &amp;amp; Torch.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;You rush home from work and spend quality time with me; not really bothered to make a conversation with those at home.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;You can sit up with me for hours and smile at me, yet I have no humanly emotions; sometimes I make you laugh that people think you are mad.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;I watch your wife/hubby or your bf/gf who envies our time together.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;But dearie...&lt;br&gt;I appeal to you.&lt;br&gt;Your life is wasted because of me.&lt;br&gt;Take some time, leave me aside and Sort out issues that are important to you&lt;br&gt;because I may love you as much as you do love me but I&amp;#39;m just a BlackBerry,&lt;br&gt;nothing more!.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;                          Kind Pings, &lt;br&gt;                               &lt;br&gt;                      Your BlackBerry&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;-----&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;I can so relate aside from never forgetting my BB in a cab. I lost my first BB cos I left it in a taxi.&lt;br&gt;Sent from my BlackBerry&amp;#174; wireless handheld&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7561596720849945330-8152204384581475055?l=bienamagbitang.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bienamagbitang.blogspot.com/feeds/8152204384581475055/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bienamagbitang.blogspot.com/2012/01/to-all-blackberry-addicts.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7561596720849945330/posts/default/8152204384581475055'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7561596720849945330/posts/default/8152204384581475055'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bienamagbitang.blogspot.com/2012/01/to-all-blackberry-addicts.html' title='TO ALL BLACKBERRY ADDICTS :)'/><author><name>Biena</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18133516880685078577</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-a0wNXRbDFjQ/Twwc30ryUKI/AAAAAAAAAI4/ppTtTfjgggo/s220/newsgirl.png'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7561596720849945330.post-7221503701781796883</id><published>2012-01-23T18:28:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2012-01-23T18:43:07.424+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='work'/><title type='text'>Day 2 of #CJonTrial</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://a7.sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc7/402626_3110431287865_1476840420_3016261_1084710180_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; 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&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7561596720849945330-7221503701781796883?l=bienamagbitang.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bienamagbitang.blogspot.com/feeds/7221503701781796883/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bienamagbitang.blogspot.com/2012/01/blog-post.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7561596720849945330/posts/default/7221503701781796883'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7561596720849945330/posts/default/7221503701781796883'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bienamagbitang.blogspot.com/2012/01/blog-post.html' title='Day 2 of #CJonTrial'/><author><name>Biena</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18133516880685078577</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-a0wNXRbDFjQ/Twwc30ryUKI/AAAAAAAAAI4/ppTtTfjgggo/s220/newsgirl.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7561596720849945330.post-1500166825490883559</id><published>2012-01-17T01:28:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2012-01-17T01:57:23.307+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='work'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='politics'/><title type='text'>Impeachment Trial: What are your thoughts?</title><content type='html'>The historic trial has started today and I was given the chance to go around and gather comments from the men and women of the street.&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Here's what they had to say:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;iframe width="420" height="315" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/77nx5xvshpU" frameborder="0" allowfullscreen=""&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7561596720849945330-1500166825490883559?l=bienamagbitang.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bienamagbitang.blogspot.com/feeds/1500166825490883559/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bienamagbitang.blogspot.com/2012/01/day-1-of-impeachment-trial-what-are.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7561596720849945330/posts/default/1500166825490883559'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7561596720849945330/posts/default/1500166825490883559'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bienamagbitang.blogspot.com/2012/01/day-1-of-impeachment-trial-what-are.html' title='Impeachment Trial: What are your thoughts?'/><author><name>Biena</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18133516880685078577</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-a0wNXRbDFjQ/Twwc30ryUKI/AAAAAAAAAI4/ppTtTfjgggo/s220/newsgirl.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/77nx5xvshpU/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7561596720849945330.post-5895948789534448994</id><published>2012-01-17T01:15:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2012-01-17T01:49:19.097+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='30 Day Letter Challenge'/><title type='text'>Day 6: A Stranger</title><content type='html'>Hello Stranger...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Something I've always wanted to say to someone just because Natalie Portman delivered it so well in Closer. So, again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hello, Stranger :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7561596720849945330-5895948789534448994?l=bienamagbitang.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bienamagbitang.blogspot.com/feeds/5895948789534448994/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bienamagbitang.blogspot.com/2012/01/day-6-stranger.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7561596720849945330/posts/default/5895948789534448994'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7561596720849945330/posts/default/5895948789534448994'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bienamagbitang.blogspot.com/2012/01/day-6-stranger.html' title='Day 6: A Stranger'/><author><name>Biena</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18133516880685078577</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-a0wNXRbDFjQ/Twwc30ryUKI/AAAAAAAAAI4/ppTtTfjgggo/s220/newsgirl.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7561596720849945330.post-5732455185074835488</id><published>2012-01-16T22:44:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2012-01-17T01:49:39.179+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='30 Day Letter Challenge'/><title type='text'>Day 5: Your Dreams</title><content type='html'>Hey you!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just stay put and be patient, I will definitely reach you, maybe not too soon though, I'm still working on some self-imporvements. :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7561596720849945330-5732455185074835488?l=bienamagbitang.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bienamagbitang.blogspot.com/feeds/5732455185074835488/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bienamagbitang.blogspot.com/2012/01/day-5-your-dreams.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7561596720849945330/posts/default/5732455185074835488'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7561596720849945330/posts/default/5732455185074835488'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bienamagbitang.blogspot.com/2012/01/day-5-your-dreams.html' title='Day 5: Your Dreams'/><author><name>Biena</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18133516880685078577</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-a0wNXRbDFjQ/Twwc30ryUKI/AAAAAAAAAI4/ppTtTfjgggo/s220/newsgirl.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7561596720849945330.post-1926022765040363134</id><published>2012-01-14T21:54:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2012-01-14T22:33:59.532+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='30 Day Letter Challenge'/><title type='text'>Day 4: Your Sibling</title><content type='html'>Odin,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hindi ako marunong mag-Mandarin pero marunong ka naman mag-Tagalog kaya maiintindihan mo ito. Gustong gusto ko na na umuwi ka. Gusto ko sana na dito ka na lang... Pero masaya ka dyan eh. Alam kong masaya ka dyan. :) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wag mo kong kakalimutan ha. Mag-iingat ka dyan...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wo ai ni, (yan lang alam ko eh)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ate&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7561596720849945330-1926022765040363134?l=bienamagbitang.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bienamagbitang.blogspot.com/feeds/1926022765040363134/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bienamagbitang.blogspot.com/2012/01/day-4-your-sibling.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7561596720849945330/posts/default/1926022765040363134'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7561596720849945330/posts/default/1926022765040363134'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bienamagbitang.blogspot.com/2012/01/day-4-your-sibling.html' title='Day 4: Your Sibling'/><author><name>Biena</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18133516880685078577</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-a0wNXRbDFjQ/Twwc30ryUKI/AAAAAAAAAI4/ppTtTfjgggo/s220/newsgirl.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7561596720849945330.post-779695472956021107</id><published>2012-01-13T05:11:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2012-01-17T01:50:14.195+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='random'/><title type='text'>SLAM BOOK MILLIONAIRE</title><content type='html'>And so I still can't sleep and it's already past 5. Already tried some technics but that didn't do the trick either. I really need sleeping pills on days like this. Haha. So, I just searched online on ways to entertain myself and I found these Slam Book Questions. Read on to know me more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. HAVE ANY SCARS?&lt;div&gt;Yes. One on my nose and another on my right knee. Want to know why I got them? :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. WHAT IS ON THE WALLS IN YOUR ROOM?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Back in Nueva Ecija, my room is painted pink and so I decided to decorate it with cute stickers. Currently, my room is all white, I actually planned to paint it with stripes and an Audrey Hepburn mural but I hesitated.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;3. WHAT IS YOUR FAVORITE DISNEY MOVIE?&lt;br /&gt;Mulan. FOREVER!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. WHAT MUSIC DO YOU LIKE TO LISTEN TO?&lt;br /&gt;Ballad, Pop, Pop Rock, Rock, Dance.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. DO YOU KNOW WHAT TIME YOU WERE BORN?&lt;br /&gt;My mom says around 10 in the morning, I'll double check in my birth certificate. :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. WHAT DO YOU WANT MORE THAN ANYTHING RIGHT NOW?&lt;br /&gt;Happiness and Contentment :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. WHO DO YOU MISS?&lt;br /&gt;My best friend, my brother and my heart.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. WHAT IS YOUR MOST PRIZED POSSESSION?&lt;br /&gt;None. I'm not a material girl. I can give all my gadgets up for a good cause.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. WHAT IS YOUR FAVORITE SMELL?&lt;br /&gt;Scent, you say? D&amp;amp;G Light Blue, Victoria's Secret Apple, Burberry Weekend and J&amp;amp;J's hair conditioner&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. DO YOU GET CLAUSTROPHOBIC?&lt;br /&gt;Not really.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11. DO YOU GET SCARED OF THE DARK?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I fall asleep when it's dark.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12. WHAT DID YOU SEE YOURSELF DOING 5 YEARS AGO, TODAY?&lt;br /&gt;You mean, what am I doing 5 years ago? January 2007. I was a frosh in College.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13. WHAT IS YOUR FAVORITE COLOGNE/ PERFUME?&lt;br /&gt;Refer to number 9 and add Hollister Laguna Beach.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;14. WHAT KIND OF HAIR TO YOU LIKE ON THE OPPOSITE SEX?&lt;br /&gt;Just the right kind of wavy.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;15. WHERE CAN YOU SEE YOURSELF BEING PROPOSED/PROPOSING AT?&lt;br /&gt;At a bar, cos I'll only marry the guy who will sing "Out of my league" to me. There, I said it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;16. COFFEE OR ENERGY DRINKS?&lt;br /&gt;COFFEE! I don't drink energy drinks, the smell of Cobra makes me dizzy.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;17. WHAT IS YOUR FAVORITE PIZZA TOPPING?&lt;br /&gt;Cheese and more cheese.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;18. IF YOU COULD EAT ANYTHING RIGHT NOW, WHAT WOULD IT BE?&lt;br /&gt;Mc Donald's Fries&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;19. WHO IS THE LAST PERSON YOU MADE MAD?&lt;br /&gt;Hmm...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;20. DO YOU SPEAK ANOTHER LANGUAGE?&lt;br /&gt;Yes.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;21. WHAT WAS THE FIRST GIFT SOMEONE EVER GAVE YOU (OF THE OPPOSITE SEX)?&lt;br /&gt;A stuffed toy.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;22. DOES ANYONE LIKE YOU?&lt;br /&gt;I think so. :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;23. ARE YOU DOUBLE JOINTED?&lt;br /&gt;I was, when I was a kid, but my bones get brittle. Haha. I can still maneuver my tongue, though.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;24. FAVORITE CLOTHING BRAND?&lt;br /&gt;Guess, Mango, Old Navy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;25. WHAT'S YOUR DREAM CAR?&lt;br /&gt;Aqua Blue or Hot Pink Mini Cooper&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;26. HOW MANY SONGS/ DO U HAVE ON YOUR COMPUTER/MP3 PLAYER.&lt;br /&gt;I think about 200.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;27. WHAT IS ONE OF YOUR DREAMS?&lt;br /&gt;To be able to teach little kids. I've always wanted to be a pre-school teacher.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;28. WHAT IS YOUR FAVORITE NUMBER?&lt;br /&gt;11&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;29. FALL OUT BOY OR PANIC! AT THE DISCO?&lt;br /&gt;Lady Gaga and Rihanna&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;30. SAY A NUMBER FROM 1 TO 100?&lt;br /&gt;16&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;31. WHO IS BETTER, BLONDES OR BRUNETTES?&lt;br /&gt;Asians.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;32. WHAT IS THE ONE NUMBER YOU CALL MOST OFTEN?&lt;br /&gt;Kuya Patrick's.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;33. WHAT ANNOYS YOU MOST?&lt;br /&gt;Discrimination and injustice.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;34. HAVE YOU BEEN OUT OF YOUR HOME STATE?&lt;br /&gt;Hometown, yes.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;35. WHAT IS YOUR WEAKNESSES?&lt;br /&gt;Goodbyes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;36. WHERE DO YOU WANT TO LIVE?&lt;br /&gt;My dream house.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;37. FIRST JOB?&lt;br /&gt;Storyline's Human Date Book&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;38. EVER DONE A PRANK CALL?&lt;br /&gt;Yes, when I was 6.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;39. WHAT WERE YOU DOING BEFORE YOU FILLED OUT THIS SURVEY?&lt;br /&gt;Trying to go to bed.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;40. DO YOU READ FANFICTION AND IF SO WHAT KIND?&lt;br /&gt;Yes, the ones about Superman.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;41. WHY DID YOU FILL OUT THIS SURVEY?&lt;br /&gt;Cos I'm bored and I already want to sleep.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;42. WHAT DO YOU GET COMPLIMENTED ABOUT THE MOST?&lt;br /&gt;The way I see things.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;43. WHAT WOULD YOU DO IF ALCOHOL BECAME ILLEGAL?&lt;br /&gt;Ugh... I haven't thought about it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;44. WHAT DO YOU WANT FOR YOUR BIRTHDAY?&lt;br /&gt;A new DSLR but a car would be better. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;45. HOW MANY KIDS DO YOU WANT?&lt;br /&gt;3 shall be fine.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;46. WERE YOU NAMED AFTER ANYONE?&lt;br /&gt;Yes. Michael Jackson.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;47. DO YOU WISH ON STARS?&lt;br /&gt;Yes, Fibre.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;48. WHICH FINGER(S) IS YOUR FAVORITE?&lt;br /&gt;My pinkies. :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;49. WHEN DID YOU LAST CRY?&lt;br /&gt;Friday night. :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;50. DO YOU LIKE YOUR HANDWRITING?&lt;br /&gt;Yes. I do but I love Kuya Cio's&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;51. WHAT IS YOUR FAVORITE LUNCH MEAT?&lt;br /&gt;Uhmm.. Beef?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;52. ANY BAD HABITS?&lt;br /&gt;I'm like a gold fish.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;53. WHAT IS YOUR MOST EMBARASSING CD ON THE SHELF?&lt;br /&gt;Is it my Sharon-Gabby movie collections? I think not!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;54. IF YOU WERE ANOTHER PERSON, WOULD YOU BE FRIENDS WITH YOU?&lt;br /&gt;Yes. Cos I'm very friendly. :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;55. HAVE YOU EVER TOLD A SECRET YOU SWORE TO NEVER TELL?&lt;br /&gt;Guilty.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;56. DO LOOKS MATTER?&lt;br /&gt;Never.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;57. HOW DO YOU RELEASE ANGER?&lt;br /&gt;I cry.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;58. WHERE IS YOUR SECOND HOME?&lt;br /&gt;ANC CA Office.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;59. DO YOU TRUST OTHERS EASILY?&lt;br /&gt;I actually do.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;60. WHAT WAS YOUR FAVORITE TOY AS A CHILD?&lt;br /&gt;My YakBak.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;61. WHAT ARE THE FIRST NUMBERS IN YOUR CELL PHONE NUMBER?&lt;br /&gt;Minus the carrier number, it's 351&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;62. DO YOU WEAR A RING OR ANY JEWELRY CONSTANTLY? IF SO WHAT IS IT?&lt;br /&gt;Yes. My Superman ring had it since 2003.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;63. DO YOU USE SARCASM&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Yes, I do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;64. HAVE YOU EVER BEEN IN A MOSH PIT?&lt;br /&gt;In rock concerts, yes.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;65. WHAT DO YOU LOOK FOR IN A GUY/GIRL:&lt;br /&gt;Sincerity and good heart.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;66. WHAT ARE YOUR NICKNAMES?&lt;br /&gt;Bien, B, Biennie, Biena Mich, Rave&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;67. WHERE DID QUESTION 67 GO?&lt;br /&gt;I don't want to bitchy so, I'd rather not answer this.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;68. DO YOU UNTIE YOUR SHOES WHEN YOU TAKE THEM OFF?&lt;br /&gt;When they have laces, of course, I do.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;69.ARE YOU A GUY/GIRL PUNK, EMO, PREP, OR GEEK?&lt;br /&gt;I used to be all of the above but I think I stayed as a geek.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;70. WHATS YOUR FAVORITE ICE CREAM FLAVOR?&lt;br /&gt;Strawberry&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;71. WHEN WAS THE LAST TIME YOU WENT ON A DATE?&lt;br /&gt;Months ago.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;72. WHAT ARE YOUR FAVORITE COLORS?&lt;br /&gt;Aqua Blue, Hot Pink and Gray&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;73. HOW MANY WISDOM TEETH DO YOU HAVE?&lt;br /&gt;2&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;74. WHAT DO YOU MISS MOST RIGHT NOW?&lt;br /&gt;School&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;75. DO YOU WANT EVERYONE TO ANSWER THESE QUESTIONS?&lt;br /&gt;Not that nosy.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;76. WHAT ARE YOU LISTENING TO RIGHT NOW?&lt;br /&gt;The aircon.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;77.LAST THING YOU ATE?&lt;br /&gt;Fuji Apple&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;78. LAST PERSON YOU TALKED TO ON THE PHONE?&lt;br /&gt;Kuya Patrick&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;79. THE FIRST THING YOU NOTICE IN THE OPPOSITE SEX?&lt;br /&gt;Eyes&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;80. FAVORITE THOUGHT PROVOKING SONG?&lt;br /&gt;Cherry Bomb.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;81. FAVORITE THING TO HATE:&lt;br /&gt;Embarrassment&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;82. FAVORITE DRINK?&lt;br /&gt;Alcoholic or not? Traffic Lights and Strawberry Milk Tea&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;83. FAVORITE ZODIAC SIGN?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Libra, anytime!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;84. WHAT IS YOUR FAVORITE SPORT?&lt;br /&gt;Swimming&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;85. YOUR HAIR COLOR?&lt;br /&gt;Right now it's brown. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;86. EYE COLOR?&lt;br /&gt;Dark brown&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;87. DO YOU WEAR GLASSES?&lt;br /&gt;Used to.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;88. SIBLINGS?&lt;br /&gt;Two boys.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;89. FAVORITE MONTHS?&lt;br /&gt;October, February and July&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;90. DO YOU LIKE SUSHI?&lt;br /&gt;No. I really don't.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;91. LAST THING YOU WATCHED?&lt;br /&gt;Vampire Diaries.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;92. FAVORITE DAY OF THE YEAR?&lt;br /&gt;11th of October and September&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;93. ARE YOU TOO SHY TO ASK SOMEONE OUT?&lt;br /&gt;No. Haha.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;94. SUMMER OR WINTER?&lt;br /&gt;Winterrr!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;95. KISSES OR HUGS?&lt;br /&gt;Hugs.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;96. RELATIONSHIPS, LOOKING FOR LOVE OR FRIENDSHIP?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;LOVE.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;97. WHO IS THE MOST LIKELY TO ANSWER THESE QUESTIONS?&lt;br /&gt;Ahhh... I don't know.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;98. WHO IS LEAST LIKELY TO ANSWER THESE QUESTIONS?&lt;br /&gt;IDK either.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;99. WHAT BOOKS ARE YOU READING?&lt;br /&gt;Currently, Para Kay B, Northanger Abbey, Tom Sawyer and Star Wars&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;100. IS ANYONE IN LOVE WITH YOU?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I wish. :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7561596720849945330-779695472956021107?l=bienamagbitang.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bienamagbitang.blogspot.com/feeds/779695472956021107/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bienamagbitang.blogspot.com/2012/01/slam-book-millionaire.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7561596720849945330/posts/default/779695472956021107'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7561596720849945330/posts/default/779695472956021107'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bienamagbitang.blogspot.com/2012/01/slam-book-millionaire.html' title='SLAM BOOK MILLIONAIRE'/><author><name>Biena</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18133516880685078577</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-a0wNXRbDFjQ/Twwc30ryUKI/AAAAAAAAAI4/ppTtTfjgggo/s220/newsgirl.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7561596720849945330.post-1310358073754314966</id><published>2012-01-13T04:48:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2012-01-13T04:57:29.512+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='random'/><title type='text'>FB Comments, Inspiring Stories, I need help!</title><content type='html'>It's already almost five in the morning and I'm still wide awake. Thinking of stuffs about work, friends and so much more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On Monday, the 16th, will be the start of CJ Corona's impeachment trial and that would definitely affect our work flow being a news channel and all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My friends are planning for a mini reunion on the 15th, at Nueva Ecija, nonetheless, as much as I want to go, I really am not sure.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was given a challenging task I'm not planning to turn my back on to, to search for different people with inspiring life stories. Do you know some one? Please tell me so. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But what's really bothering me at the moment is that I can't put in the Facebook comment plug-in in my blog. I actually did but still, readers need to click on the comments link for it to show itself up. I'm not an expert in XML and my blog layout is so I was thinking about going back to HTML. But, if someone will be kind enough to help me with this, I might reconsider using this template still. :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7561596720849945330-1310358073754314966?l=bienamagbitang.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bienamagbitang.blogspot.com/feeds/1310358073754314966/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bienamagbitang.blogspot.com/2012/01/facebook-comments-inspiring-stories-i.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7561596720849945330/posts/default/1310358073754314966'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7561596720849945330/posts/default/1310358073754314966'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bienamagbitang.blogspot.com/2012/01/facebook-comments-inspiring-stories-i.html' title='FB Comments, Inspiring Stories, I need help!'/><author><name>Biena</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18133516880685078577</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-a0wNXRbDFjQ/Twwc30ryUKI/AAAAAAAAAI4/ppTtTfjgggo/s220/newsgirl.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7561596720849945330.post-882459587452339819</id><published>2012-01-13T00:43:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2012-01-13T03:09:13.497+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='30 Day Letter Challenge'/><title type='text'>Day 3: Your Parents</title><content type='html'>Mommy and Papa,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;We are not the perfect family but you both know that I never complained about it, cos we may lack in some areas of life but you two showered us with overflowing love and that to me is more than perfect.&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 born at a time where movies and TV series show kids complaining about how busy their parents are but mine always give us quality time. I grew up with some classmates forced to get high grades, you instead gave us the freedom and sometimes even bring us to theme parks prior to exams to de-stress us. Other kids may have everything they've wished for, but I never envy them cos I have everything I need and more. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;We may face trials and challenges at times, but I believe we can make it through together.&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 you! :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Your most beautiful and only daughter,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Nini&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div id="fb-root"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;script&gt;(function(d, s, id) {&lt;br /&gt;  var js, fjs = d.getElementsByTagName(s)[0];&lt;br /&gt;  if (d.getElementById(id)) return;&lt;br /&gt;  js = d.createElement(s); js.id = id;&lt;br /&gt;  js.src = "//connect.facebook.net/en_US/all.js#xfbml=1&amp;appId=179775735454170";&lt;br /&gt;  fjs.parentNode.insertBefore(js, fjs);&lt;br /&gt;}(document, 'script', 'facebook-jssdk'));&lt;/script&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7561596720849945330-882459587452339819?l=bienamagbitang.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bienamagbitang.blogspot.com/feeds/882459587452339819/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bienamagbitang.blogspot.com/2012/01/your-parents.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7561596720849945330/posts/default/882459587452339819'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7561596720849945330/posts/default/882459587452339819'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bienamagbitang.blogspot.com/2012/01/your-parents.html' title='Day 3: Your Parents'/><author><name>Biena</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18133516880685078577</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-a0wNXRbDFjQ/Twwc30ryUKI/AAAAAAAAAI4/ppTtTfjgggo/s220/newsgirl.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7561596720849945330.post-8245651659859633636</id><published>2012-01-12T02:25:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2012-01-12T03:00:39.283+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='random'/><title type='text'>How I will plan my life in 2012</title><content type='html'>Just because I forgot that I need a new laptop sleeve and/or speakers for my iPod, I put in "cute planner" on a Kris Kringle wish list, perhaps because of  frustrations brought by my previous Starbucks planners which I rarely even use.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want to have proper time management. I've always wanted to be organized. But the Starbucks Planners were of no help. I'd definitely not use it half way. So, I realized a cute planner like the ones I saw in &lt;a href="http://filed.multiply.com/"&gt;Filed&lt;/a&gt; would be a great substitute. It's more colorful, fun and definitely me. But props to &lt;a href="http://twitter.com/chasingrach"&gt;@chasingrach&lt;/a&gt;, I got this:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://a3.sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-ash4/408196_270290599696382_119594468099330_800607_659845129_n.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 480px;" src="http://a3.sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-ash4/408196_270290599696382_119594468099330_800607_659845129_n.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="  border-collapse: collapse; color: rgb(34, 34, 34); font-family:arial, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-small;"&gt;P&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-small;"&gt;hoto Courtesy of: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-small;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.facebook.com/media/set/?set=a.270285129696929.65123.119594468099330&amp;amp;type=3"&gt;Moonlea&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-small;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.facebook.com/media/set/?set=a.270285129696929.65123.119594468099330&amp;amp;type=3"&gt;f&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;The Moonleaf planner because of a story too long to tell. It was so nice, cute and... Serene. Something not ME reason why I extracted my creative juices and came up with this:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 480px; height: 320px;" src="http://i44.tinypic.com/swa51v.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 480px; height: 320px;" src="http://i39.tinypic.com/bhja5f.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="  border-collapse: collapse; color: rgb(34, 34, 34); font-family:arial, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, I'm ready to plan my 2012 with my handy dandy date book! :)&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/7561596720849945330-8245651659859633636?l=bienamagbitang.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bienamagbitang.blogspot.com/feeds/8245651659859633636/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bienamagbitang.blogspot.com/2012/01/how-i-will-plan-my-life-in-2012.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7561596720849945330/posts/default/8245651659859633636'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7561596720849945330/posts/default/8245651659859633636'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bienamagbitang.blogspot.com/2012/01/how-i-will-plan-my-life-in-2012.html' title='How I will plan my life in 2012'/><author><name>Biena</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18133516880685078577</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-a0wNXRbDFjQ/Twwc30ryUKI/AAAAAAAAAI4/ppTtTfjgggo/s220/newsgirl.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i44.tinypic.com/swa51v_th.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7561596720849945330.post-2984667258495886329</id><published>2012-01-12T01:00:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2012-01-13T04:59:41.714+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='30 Day Letter Challenge'/><title type='text'>Day 2: Your Crush</title><content type='html'>Dear J,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm not a secretive person, I'm quite obvious and open in fact, so I really don't understand why not even one suspects that I have a crush on you. Strange... But that's good though. I still can talk, look and stalk you without someone caring to notice. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At 22, I believe I'm already old to have a "high-school-like" crush but I really can't resist you! Please don't stop smiling at me each time we meet! I shall keep your photos on my phone. Hahahaha! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy and still kinikilig,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bien :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7561596720849945330-2984667258495886329?l=bienamagbitang.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bienamagbitang.blogspot.com/feeds/2984667258495886329/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bienamagbitang.blogspot.com/2012/01/your-crush.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7561596720849945330/posts/default/2984667258495886329'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7561596720849945330/posts/default/2984667258495886329'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bienamagbitang.blogspot.com/2012/01/your-crush.html' title='Day 2: Your Crush'/><author><name>Biena</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18133516880685078577</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-a0wNXRbDFjQ/Twwc30ryUKI/AAAAAAAAAI4/ppTtTfjgggo/s220/newsgirl.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7561596720849945330.post-848757671898300861</id><published>2012-01-11T01:05:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2012-01-13T05:00:12.028+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='30 Day Letter Challenge'/><title type='text'>Day 1: Your Best Friend</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Dear Teds,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whoever said that best friends are persons alike never met someone/thing like us. We are evidently not compatible. I'm boisterous you're timid. I'm romance you're sci-fi. I'm Arts you're Science. We maybe even are each other's exact opposite. But now, I can fully decipher why you said no one can and will ever understand what we are but the two of us alone. We are two ambiguous individuals and together, we are something different.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Remember the time you said I'm the person who can describe you best? Well, you also are the only person who knows me too well; the only one who knows what I really feel, someone who remembers every detail and for that, I thank you. Thank you for being so patient and protective, thank you for always understanding, thank you for always making me smile, thank you cos you care and lastly, thank you for never giving up and turning your back on me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I cannot promise that I'll never be late again but I swear, I really try hard not to be. (Maaga ka lang kasi palagi.) I won't stop texting you long, dramatic and random messages at night either. (Ikaw na ang nagsabi, some sad things are beautiful). Cos I may call you by too many names but you will always remain that one person... My Best Friend. (Even our Nursery photo says so!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just always remember that I'm always here and I believe in you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your #1 Stalker and Avid Fan,&lt;br /&gt;B&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7561596720849945330-848757671898300861?l=bienamagbitang.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bienamagbitang.blogspot.com/feeds/848757671898300861/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bienamagbitang.blogspot.com/2012/01/your-best-friend.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7561596720849945330/posts/default/848757671898300861'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7561596720849945330/posts/default/848757671898300861'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bienamagbitang.blogspot.com/2012/01/your-best-friend.html' title='Day 1: Your Best Friend'/><author><name>Biena</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18133516880685078577</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-a0wNXRbDFjQ/Twwc30ryUKI/AAAAAAAAAI4/ppTtTfjgggo/s220/newsgirl.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7561596720849945330.post-3890338055062871878</id><published>2012-01-09T22:30:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2012-01-09T23:16:23.021+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='30 Day Letter Challenge'/><title type='text'>Write a letter a day for 30 days</title><content type='html'>Just because I haven't even started the December Letters I promised and it's now January. I'll be doing this challenge instead.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The List&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1 - Your Best Friend&lt;br /&gt;2 - Your Crush&lt;br /&gt;3 - Your parents&lt;br /&gt;4 - Your sibling (or closest relative)&lt;br /&gt;5 - Your dreams&lt;br /&gt;6 - A stranger&lt;br /&gt;7 - Your Ex-boyfriend/girlfriend/love/crush&lt;br /&gt;8 - Your favourite internet friend&lt;br /&gt;9 - Someone you wish you could meet&lt;br /&gt;10 - Someone you don't talk to as much as you'd like to&lt;br /&gt;11 - A Deceased person you wish you could talk to&lt;br /&gt;12 - The person you hate most/caused you a lot of pain&lt;br /&gt;13 - Someone you wish could forgive you&lt;br /&gt;14 - Someone you've drifted away from&lt;br /&gt;15 - The person you miss the most&lt;br /&gt;16 - Someone that's not in your state/country&lt;br /&gt;17 - Someone from your childhood&lt;br /&gt;18 - The person that you wish you could be&lt;br /&gt;19 - Someone that pesters your mind-good or bad&lt;br /&gt;20 - The one that broke your heart the hardest&lt;br /&gt;21 - Someone you judged by their first impression&lt;br /&gt;22 - Someone you want to give a second chance to&lt;br /&gt;23 - The last person you kissed&lt;br /&gt;24 - The person that gave you your favourite memory&lt;br /&gt;25 - The person you know that is going through the worst of times&lt;br /&gt;26 - The last person you made a pinky promise to&lt;br /&gt;27 - The friendliest person you knew for only one&lt;br /&gt;28 - Someone that changed your life&lt;br /&gt;29 - The person that you want tell everything to, but too afraid to&lt;br /&gt;30 - Your reflection in the mirror&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7561596720849945330-3890338055062871878?l=bienamagbitang.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bienamagbitang.blogspot.com/feeds/3890338055062871878/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bienamagbitang.blogspot.com/2012/01/write-letter-day-for-30-days.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7561596720849945330/posts/default/3890338055062871878'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7561596720849945330/posts/default/3890338055062871878'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bienamagbitang.blogspot.com/2012/01/write-letter-day-for-30-days.html' title='Write a letter a day for 30 days'/><author><name>Biena</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18133516880685078577</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-a0wNXRbDFjQ/Twwc30ryUKI/AAAAAAAAAI4/ppTtTfjgggo/s220/newsgirl.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7561596720849945330.post-9091379993749087074</id><published>2011-12-10T01:49:00.010+08:00</published><updated>2011-12-10T02:12:28.748+08:00</updated><title type='text'>New Queens, Old Dresses</title><content type='html'>It started with the search for Karen Agustin's infamous red dress...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 200px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5684054585471856418" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Auqh-r_dcPQ/TuHRh7L67yI/AAAAAAAAAHQ/OK_1WQi1trY/s320/redgown.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-9wxc9cLYEa0/TuHXFpNQvVI/AAAAAAAAAHg/GxRvJhQCsbY/s1600/hwbyrou05pocjbxybn7.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 213px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5684060696679071058" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-9wxc9cLYEa0/TuHXFpNQvVI/AAAAAAAAAHg/GxRvJhQCsbY/s320/hwbyrou05pocjbxybn7.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Props to the members of &lt;a href="http://missosology.info/"&gt;Missosology Forum&lt;/a&gt; we found these....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-PAnngGw299Q/TuI4ApUtN1I/AAAAAAAAAIQ/XmtvlDcYXu8/s1600/samedress4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 226px; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5684167263438845778" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-PAnngGw299Q/TuI4ApUtN1I/AAAAAAAAAIQ/XmtvlDcYXu8/s320/samedress4.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-KDDDUui90L4/TuI4AQ2REdI/AAAAAAAAAIE/yzrH8S7WM7E/s1600/samedress3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 215px; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5684167256868721106" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-KDDDUui90L4/TuI4AQ2REdI/AAAAAAAAAIE/yzrH8S7WM7E/s320/samedress3.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Qq3ttudahjY/TuI3_6w5nJI/AAAAAAAAAH4/d1m0fU88RXs/s1600/samedress2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 212px; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5684167250940632210" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Qq3ttudahjY/TuI3_6w5nJI/AAAAAAAAAH4/d1m0fU88RXs/s320/samedress2.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-qysYOHQMdPM/TuI3_hle_EI/AAAAAAAAAHs/b0yUlKKy15E/s1600/samedress.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 200px; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5684167244181863490" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-qysYOHQMdPM/TuI3_hle_EI/AAAAAAAAAHs/b0yUlKKy15E/s320/samedress.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i713.photobucket.com/albums/ww131/aldolinishane/natcos3.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i713.photobucket.com/albums/ww131/aldolinishane/natcos.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i713.photobucket.com/albums/ww131/aldolinishane/natcos2.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i713.photobucket.com/albums/ww131/aldolinishane/GOWN2.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i713.photobucket.com/albums/ww131/aldolinishane/4-6.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i713.photobucket.com/albums/ww131/aldolinishane/gown.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i713.photobucket.com/albums/ww131/aldolinishane/bluegown.jpg" width="534" height="406" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i713.photobucket.com/albums/ww131/aldolinishane/comments/recyclered.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i63.photobucket.com/albums/h131/photobucketfiles/recycle8.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i63.photobucket.com/albums/h131/photobucketfiles/recycle7.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i63.photobucket.com/albums/h131/photobucketfiles/recycle6.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i63.photobucket.com/albums/h131/photobucketfiles/recycle5.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i63.photobucket.com/albums/h131/photobucketfiles/recycle4.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i63.photobucket.com/albums/h131/photobucketfiles/recycle3.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i63.photobucket.com/albums/h131/photobucketfiles/recycle2.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i63.photobucket.com/albums/h131/photobucketfiles/recycle1.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i158.photobucket.com/albums/t110/ken072691/dpicSendOff1.jpg" /&gt; &lt;img style="WIDTH: 225px; HEIGHT: 312px" src="http://i158.photobucket.com/albums/t110/ken072691/mafae2.jpg" width="273" height="562" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i158.photobucket.com/albums/t110/ken072691/08_81_0499.jpg" width="288" height="466" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 481px; HEIGHT: 260px" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v222/essentialbeauties/bb2008top10_01.jpg" width="404" height="350" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i713.photobucket.com/albums/ww131/aldolinishane/bbpilipinas/greengown.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i713.photobucket.com/albums/ww131/aldolinishane/bbpilipinas/marieann.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i713.photobucket.com/albums/ww131/aldolinishane/n1500786345252368197198x.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://normannorman.files.wordpress.com/2009/08/biancabah.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://adventuresofabeautyqueen.files.wordpress.com/2009/03/img_06104.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i228.photobucket.com/albums/ee198/Mickey13bro/puertorico-guatemala.jpg" width="504" height="384" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://adventuresofabeautyqueen.files.wordpress.com/2009/03/img_06602.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i330.photobucket.com/albums/l415/juicy_frut146/81901029.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc3/hs467.snc3/25639_416803472564_625982564_5305834_641152_n.jpg%20%3Cimg%20src=" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i9.tinypic.com/48cpyfb.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i563.photobucket.com/albums/ss71/onich_2009/newvictim.jpg" /&gt; &lt;img src="http://i54.tinypic.com/2wg5h7l.jpg" /&gt; &lt;img src="http://i55.tinypic.com/2qckxad.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 406px; HEIGHT: 245px" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3iik1tJoh54/RvRerlCtIGI/AAAAAAAAEDI/RMDG3MHPDBs/s400/jeffreyramirez1.jpg" width="346" height="210" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 275px; HEIGHT: 298px" src="http://i49.tinypic.com/15nxeh2.jpg" width="690" height="1110" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 360px; HEIGHT: 555px" src="http://a6.sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc4/164012_487046501989_339538031989_6679740_3955881_n.jpg" width="198" height="558" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img src="http://upload.wikimedia.org/wikipedia/commons/a/ac/Binibining_Pilipinas_2008_Evening_Gown2.jpg" width="564" height="369" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 326px; HEIGHT: 469px" src="http://a7.sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-ash4/207245_195942860442857_179043075466169_431996_6035346_n.jpg" width="308" height="577" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 236px; HEIGHT: 396px" src="http://www.mabuhaybeauties.com/galphotos/normal/scz5.jpg" width="414" height="951" /&gt; &lt;img style="WIDTH: 235px; HEIGHT: 397px" src="http://normannorman.files.wordpress.com/2011/03/queenieeg1.png?w=339&amp;amp;h=512" width="235" height="413" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://a5.sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc6/250808_224679710878058_224679647544731_982947_1617981_n.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://a7.sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc6/263277_2275200086025_1429391730_32683293_7491758_n.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm5.static.flickr.com/4118/4860408564_b4c95e7662_z.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 332px; HEIGHT: 418px" src="http://farm7.staticflickr.com/6236/6364011631_5e0b791daa_b.jpg" width="360" height="731" /&gt; &lt;img style="WIDTH: 303px; HEIGHT: 414px" src="http://i42.tinypic.com/24wxe1h.jpg" width="307" height="369" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;Brace yourselves for this one!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 365px; HEIGHT: 288px" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v222/essentialbeauties/Miss%20Universe%202010/recycled.jpg" width="398" height="318" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 232px; HEIGHT: 290px" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v222/essentialbeauties/Miss%20Universe%202010/maggie31.jpg" width="261" height="394" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i599.photobucket.com/albums/tt75/exoticapacifica/MISCELANOUS/23434656.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;And yes, even swimwears :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img103.imageshack.us/img103/2784/anapic3zo4.jpg" width="282" height="421" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 234px; HEIGHT: 376px" src="http://normannorman.files.wordpress.com/2010/02/10venus.jpg?w=450&amp;amp;h=630" width="286" height="452" /&gt; &lt;img style="WIDTH: 259px; HEIGHT: 366px" src="http://img287.echo.cx/img287/269/uniphil9py.jpg" width="428" height="538" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;I think these photos are self-explanatory reason why I didn't write anything else before of after them. Now, you've seen them, what are your thoughts? :)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7561596720849945330-9091379993749087074?l=bienamagbitang.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bienamagbitang.blogspot.com/feeds/9091379993749087074/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bienamagbitang.blogspot.com/2011/12/binibining-pilipinas-charities-is-going.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7561596720849945330/posts/default/9091379993749087074'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7561596720849945330/posts/default/9091379993749087074'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bienamagbitang.blogspot.com/2011/12/binibining-pilipinas-charities-is-going.html' title='New Queens, Old Dresses'/><author><name>Biena</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18133516880685078577</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-a0wNXRbDFjQ/Twwc30ryUKI/AAAAAAAAAI4/ppTtTfjgggo/s220/newsgirl.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Auqh-r_dcPQ/TuHRh7L67yI/AAAAAAAAAHQ/OK_1WQi1trY/s72-c/redgown.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7561596720849945330.post-3090494452852264256</id><published>2011-12-05T19:32:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2011-12-06T21:58:44.660+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Wow. I'm joining a contest!</title><content type='html'>I've been on a "blogging hiatus" for a while, reason why blog give-aways are so new to me. Seriously, I've never joined any raffle contests since God knows when, I sincerely believed in my strong disbelief. I lost hope that I could ever win. But hey, this is a chance worth-taking, so I might just give it a try. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She is giving away free make-ups and I'm definitely crossing those out on my Christmas wishlist cos there are more important things to buy other than a new set of my own brand of pain/stress reliever. So, if Santa thinks I've been good enough, I think I might have a big chance on this. I will win that give-away! Hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You can join the contest, too! Click this link: http://tinyurl.com/7g9n7b7&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7561596720849945330-3090494452852264256?l=bienamagbitang.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bienamagbitang.blogspot.com/feeds/3090494452852264256/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bienamagbitang.blogspot.com/2011/12/wow-im-joining-contest.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7561596720849945330/posts/default/3090494452852264256'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7561596720849945330/posts/default/3090494452852264256'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bienamagbitang.blogspot.com/2011/12/wow-im-joining-contest.html' title='Wow. I&apos;m joining a contest!'/><author><name>Biena</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18133516880685078577</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-a0wNXRbDFjQ/Twwc30ryUKI/AAAAAAAAAI4/ppTtTfjgggo/s220/newsgirl.png'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7561596720849945330.post-828965974497896233</id><published>2011-12-04T02:37:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-12-04T17:24:58.494+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Little China</title><content type='html'>It's astonishing to see if I have feeds from myself, much more awesome if the feeds are from others. My views are mostly from Manila, Quezon City, Makati, sometimes Paranaque, and more often than not, Cebu. But a while ago, I received one from China. And yes, it was nonetheless from my brother, Miguel and it made me realize how much I miss his presence, especially... Now. Or everyday. :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7561596720849945330-828965974497896233?l=bienamagbitang.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bienamagbitang.blogspot.com/feeds/828965974497896233/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bienamagbitang.blogspot.com/2011/12/little-china.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7561596720849945330/posts/default/828965974497896233'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7561596720849945330/posts/default/828965974497896233'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bienamagbitang.blogspot.com/2011/12/little-china.html' title='Little China'/><author><name>Biena</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18133516880685078577</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-a0wNXRbDFjQ/Twwc30ryUKI/AAAAAAAAAI4/ppTtTfjgggo/s220/newsgirl.png'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7561596720849945330.post-4178132769924284039</id><published>2011-12-03T22:55:00.018+08:00</published><updated>2012-01-11T01:25:35.343+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='work'/><title type='text'>A once in a lifetime moment</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Last last week, ACJ and TMP taped their spiels for the upcoming documentary on ABS-CBN News Channel's history entitled ANC Chronicles. Ever curious as I am, I took the liberty of going to the location to witness it. It was breathtaking, as expected. I started to notice goosebumps on my arms as they deliver their lines. It was seriously a dream come true... all the more, when they tapped me to lend a hand...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;(Look for me in these photos)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-FTrN_QqUUs8/TtpA7cO8XrI/AAAAAAAAAGY/3qKsWzXlA40/s1600/3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 216px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5681925269816630962" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-FTrN_QqUUs8/TtpA7cO8XrI/AAAAAAAAAGY/3qKsWzXlA40/s320/3.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 216px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5681925273972962098" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-qFqG2Fia35I/TtpA7rt48zI/AAAAAAAAAGg/znda4x-nuK4/s320/2.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-jSZ8aqT9MYY/TtpA7gDgVKI/AAAAAAAAAGw/gMdeFmSavHo/s1600/ANCTMP%2BSPIELS%2BT2%2B112511.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 216px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5681925270842397858" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-jSZ8aqT9MYY/TtpA7gDgVKI/AAAAAAAAAGw/gMdeFmSavHo/s320/ANCTMP%2BSPIELS%2BT2%2B112511.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;I was responsible for the moving logo on the background. Yes, I know, it was a huge contribution. Haha. Nonetheless, I still had these photos with them. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-5SOLrx_tdnM/TtpAVBwSJYI/AAAAAAAAAGA/ZA9hApnjXUE/s1600/3.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7561596720849945330-4178132769924284039?l=bienamagbitang.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bienamagbitang.blogspot.com/feeds/4178132769924284039/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bienamagbitang.blogspot.com/2011/12/once-in-lifetime-moment.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7561596720849945330/posts/default/4178132769924284039'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7561596720849945330/posts/default/4178132769924284039'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bienamagbitang.blogspot.com/2011/12/once-in-lifetime-moment.html' title='A once in a lifetime moment'/><author><name>Biena</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18133516880685078577</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-a0wNXRbDFjQ/Twwc30ryUKI/AAAAAAAAAI4/ppTtTfjgggo/s220/newsgirl.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-FTrN_QqUUs8/TtpA7cO8XrI/AAAAAAAAAGY/3qKsWzXlA40/s72-c/3.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7561596720849945330.post-1659545085844758434</id><published>2011-12-02T04:15:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-12-02T04:17:00.679+08:00</updated><title type='text'>December Letters</title><content type='html'>Just so you know, I fender bender-ed my blog's template and it turned out to be a blessing in disguise. I finally found the perfect one! So, on this day that I'm "soft" launching this site, I'm announcing the start of my December Letters. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll be posting letters to few peoples whom I won't name and let's see how this goes. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm not good in writing my emotions down. I need to be really sad, devastated perhaps to be able to write a single piece on why I'm crying, why I cried or why I'm about to cry. I can't even write why I'm happy, sometimes. I'll just type in long and repetitive lines of hahaha in all caps, excuse myself by saying I'm so happy and I can't contain myself so I'll just tell you next time, but those next times won't come next. But this, I have to put in black and white. Because I need you to know. Because I want you to know. Because you really ought to know. So, wait for it and see if you actually are one of the persons I want to send out a letter to. :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7561596720849945330-1659545085844758434?l=bienamagbitang.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bienamagbitang.blogspot.com/feeds/1659545085844758434/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bienamagbitang.blogspot.com/2011/12/december-letters.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7561596720849945330/posts/default/1659545085844758434'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7561596720849945330/posts/default/1659545085844758434'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bienamagbitang.blogspot.com/2011/12/december-letters.html' title='December Letters'/><author><name>Biena</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18133516880685078577</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-a0wNXRbDFjQ/Twwc30ryUKI/AAAAAAAAAI4/ppTtTfjgggo/s220/newsgirl.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7561596720849945330.post-5167105427454937189</id><published>2011-11-18T01:00:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-11-18T01:01:24.828+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Nothing to write.</title><content type='html'>I've been stressing myself to write something for my blog for days. Be it something about work, my newly bought books, new found addictions, the illness I caught, pounds I've gained (or hopefully lost), new bed sheet, new curtains, new clothes, anything new! But yes, I got nothing too interesting to write about. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I actually thought composing something about how I finally gave up on BB Curve 8320 forcing me to buy a new one, this time an 8520. You see, I've been a BlackBerry user for so long now and even I already lost my first 8320, I never gave up on it having me to buy a new 8320 and when it died I again tried to find an 8320. It maybe is attachment but actually, it's more of a comfortability issue. I'm old school like that. Once I get comfortable, I promise you my loyalty. But the day that phone became the culprit why I traveled all the way from the North to South back and forth with me crying on the jeepney, train and bus consecutively while going back changed my mind into dedicating a chunk of my salary on a new phone. And now, I'm again comfortable. Hopes this phone is also loyal to me though. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then, I remembered October. The Square Off matches, my new found friends, my birthday, the Tarlac tour I had with my High School friends, my bestfriend becoming a professional engineer, our first meeting after 6 months, the way I magically fell in love with that guy, the magical way God tricked me into something... Those things happened just in one month but that was last month and telling the world about it now would be like reminiscing, just that, not blogging at all. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, now I learned my lessons. The real solution on how to update my blog every so often is to tell it as it happens, or maybe after it does. Cos, just when I thought I have nothing to write, I'd suddenly be reminded of all the things I shouldve written about and I didn't. :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7561596720849945330-5167105427454937189?l=bienamagbitang.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bienamagbitang.blogspot.com/feeds/5167105427454937189/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bienamagbitang.blogspot.com/2011/11/nothing-to-write_18.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7561596720849945330/posts/default/5167105427454937189'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7561596720849945330/posts/default/5167105427454937189'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bienamagbitang.blogspot.com/2011/11/nothing-to-write_18.html' title='Nothing to write.'/><author><name>Biena</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18133516880685078577</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-a0wNXRbDFjQ/Twwc30ryUKI/AAAAAAAAAI4/ppTtTfjgggo/s220/newsgirl.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7561596720849945330.post-6270985779092202978</id><published>2011-10-17T04:11:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-10-17T04:12:56.619+08:00</updated><title type='text'>What I wanted to say...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="  line-height: 14px; font-family:'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif;font-size:11px;"&gt;&lt;div&gt;One Ted Mosby quote encapsulates what I really feel at the moment.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;"You know what? I'm done being single, I'm not good at it. Look, obviously you can't tell a woman you just met that you love her, but it sucks that you can't." - Ted Mosby"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7561596720849945330-6270985779092202978?l=bienamagbitang.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bienamagbitang.blogspot.com/feeds/6270985779092202978/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bienamagbitang.blogspot.com/2011/10/what-i-wanted-to-say.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7561596720849945330/posts/default/6270985779092202978'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7561596720849945330/posts/default/6270985779092202978'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bienamagbitang.blogspot.com/2011/10/what-i-wanted-to-say.html' title='What I wanted to say...'/><author><name>Biena</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18133516880685078577</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-a0wNXRbDFjQ/Twwc30ryUKI/AAAAAAAAAI4/ppTtTfjgggo/s220/newsgirl.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7561596720849945330.post-473015320747783389</id><published>2011-09-16T01:52:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-09-16T01:57:50.142+08:00</updated><title type='text'>New story to finish :)</title><content type='html'>While waiting up for work to come along (an e-mail I clearly have to write about), I was thinking of doing a little story. One that would keep me writing. So, good luck to me!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7561596720849945330-473015320747783389?l=bienamagbitang.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bienamagbitang.blogspot.com/feeds/473015320747783389/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bienamagbitang.blogspot.com/2011/09/new-story-to-finish.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7561596720849945330/posts/default/473015320747783389'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7561596720849945330/posts/default/473015320747783389'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bienamagbitang.blogspot.com/2011/09/new-story-to-finish.html' title='New story to finish :)'/><author><name>Biena</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18133516880685078577</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-a0wNXRbDFjQ/Twwc30ryUKI/AAAAAAAAAI4/ppTtTfjgggo/s220/newsgirl.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7561596720849945330.post-914619911087717114</id><published>2011-09-16T00:54:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2011-09-16T01:50:07.528+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Because Biena never quits.</title><content type='html'>I lost too many things today. Too make it worse, I lost my credibility and probably the ticket to my dreams. A certain portion of my heart is crushed, another bleeding. The crazy feeling is running through my veins, nerves and other parts of my body even. i'm feeling it inside and out. I'm feeling it through and through. I hate it. I'm hating it.  But I know this shouldn't stop me from achieving my dreams,&lt;i&gt; (or do I really even have one? Sometimes, I think I'm already content with what it is, what I have and what I am&lt;/i&gt;&lt;i&gt;)&lt;/i&gt; while on my way home, I actually realized why God brought me where I am, not because I deserve it &lt;i&gt;(because clearly, if that's the criterion, I can be replaced any minute now),&lt;/i&gt; or I prayed for it &lt;i&gt;(because He knows, I know what my limitations are and I'm in the know what my credentials are as well, I never aspired for anything larger than a store manager or a teacher, I once visualized myself as a lawyer, yes, but not after I realized that my lisp could actually take me aback)&lt;/i&gt;, and need it even &lt;i&gt;(because He knows I would happily and readily accept anything He gives me)&lt;/i&gt;. He brought me here for some reasons and one is to grow. I may never grow in an environment where people look up to me, thinks I'm one of the best and most capable. Perhaps that's why in any game, you always need to level up, because you may never be the best nor better even if you'll stay somewhere you already mastered. You must wonder around and explore your options well, and that's what I believe what God wants me to do - to explore, learn more and be better.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, on this day, 16th of September 2011, I hereby declare my adherence to what God has planned me to do. I'll be better, I'll learn more, I'll explore and definitely grow. No more what ifs. No more giving up. I'm ready. I'm taking this challenge.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;i&gt;"I can do everything through Him who gives me strength."&lt;/i&gt; Philippians 4:13&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7561596720849945330-914619911087717114?l=bienamagbitang.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bienamagbitang.blogspot.com/feeds/914619911087717114/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bienamagbitang.blogspot.com/2011/09/because-biena-never-quits.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7561596720849945330/posts/default/914619911087717114'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7561596720849945330/posts/default/914619911087717114'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bienamagbitang.blogspot.com/2011/09/because-biena-never-quits.html' title='Because Biena never quits.'/><author><name>Biena</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18133516880685078577</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-a0wNXRbDFjQ/Twwc30ryUKI/AAAAAAAAAI4/ppTtTfjgggo/s220/newsgirl.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7561596720849945330.post-3953705427011682105</id><published>2011-09-07T02:09:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-09-07T02:17:59.787+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Why Barbie and Ken broke up AKA even dolls are breaking up! That's why I don't have a lovelife!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"    style="font-family:arial, helvetica;font-size:7;color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" line-height: 30px;font-size:28px;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="  font-weight: normal; line-height: normal; font-family:Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif;font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="bighed" style="font: normal normal bold 28px/30px arial, helvetica; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 4px; margin-left: 0px; "&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;Just reposting a 7 year-old news from Businessweek cos it still fascinates me. :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Behind the Barbie-Ken Breakup&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="deck" style="font: normal normal bold 14px/normal arial, helvetica, sans-serif; line-height: 15px; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 2px; margin-left: 0px; "&gt;Did America's favorite doll dump her beau for a surfer dude? Is her longtime steady gay? BW Online's Barbie historian sorts it all out&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="text"   style=" line-height: 15px; margin-top: 0px; margin-bottom: 10px; overflow-x: visible; overflow-y: visible; font-family:arial,helvetica,univers;font-size:12px;"&gt;Barbie has been cast in many roles over the years: ice skater, astronaut, movie star, doctor, Presidential candidate (see BW Online, 5/04/00, &lt;a href="http://www.businessweek.com/bwdaily/dnflash/may2000/nf00504e.htm" style="color: rgb(6, 69, 153); text-decoration: underline; font-weight: bold; font-size: 12px; "&gt;"President 2000 Barbie: The White House or Bust"&lt;/a&gt;). But disloyal, man-eating, round-heeled hussy? Never.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"    style="font-family:arial, helvetica, univers;font-size:100%;color:;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" line-height: 15px;font-size:12px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="  line-height: normal; font-family:Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif;font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="text"   style=" line-height: 15px; margin-top: 0px; margin-bottom: 10px; overflow-x: visible; overflow-y: visible; font-family:arial,helvetica,univers;font-size:12px;"&gt;Until maybe now. On Feb. 12, Mattel (&lt;a href="javascript:%20void%20showTicker('MAT')" style="color: rgb(6, 69, 153); text-decoration: underline; font-weight: bold; font-size: 12px; "&gt;MAT&lt;/a&gt; ) announced that Barbie -- the world's most famous doll -- and Ken, her companion of 43 years, were splitting up. Oh, many euphemisms were used: "They had grown apart." "Needed some time alone." "Were going their separate ways." "They would remain friends." The ironic timing of the announcement –- just 48 hours before Valentine's Day –- can't be lost on diehard romantics the world over who considered Mattel's iconic twosome as immortal as Antony and Cleopatra, Troilus and Cressida, Scarlett and Rhett.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Immediately, the rumors started, and they were tantalizing: That a single Barbie, soon to be unleashed in her latest incarnation, Cali Barbie, would go over better. That Barbie had really left Ken for Blaine -- a boogie-board, boy-toy Aussie -- that Ken, at long last, was coming out of Barbie's dream closet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As an unabashed Barbie fan of many years standing, let me address these issues one by one:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Being single better suits the Cali Girl doll.&lt;/b&gt; Nonsense. Having a significant other has never inhibited Barbie before. In fact, having a constant steady seemed to suit Barbie just fine. No one ever made snide comments about her being single or an old maid, but she was still free to pursue her various careers. In particular, Malibu Barbie, an earlier incarnation of a beach-loving babe, had no problem being attached to Malibu Ken. Truly, they were a golden couple.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Barbie has left Ken for Blaine.&lt;/b&gt; A little harder to dismiss. Who might not be tempted to look elsewhere for a little change after 43 years? And Blaine, by all accounts, is handsome, fun-loving, and looks a little looser than Ken –- like maybe he actually bends at the knees. There is something a little surprising about Barbie taking up with, well, someone who's not her all-American equal. But the strapping surfer from Oz is just exotic enough to be appealing, while not too much so as to be disconcerting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Ken is gay.&lt;/b&gt; And Barbie oblivious? It's possible that more was behind those closet doors in Barbie's Dream House than her ever-expanding wardrobe. It wouldn't be the first time a beautiful woman has fallen for a gay man (witness Elizabeth Taylor's love for Montgomery Clift). Certainly, the highly groomed –- one might even say plastic-looking -- Ken had a metrosexual quality to him. And that was more than 40 years before the term had even been coined.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Society being what it was in 1961, coming out would have spelled career disaster for Ken. Plus, making Ken gay now imbues everyone with a certain hipness –- him, Barbie, Mattel –- and opens up all sorts of possibilities for new dolls and accessories. After all, it would hardly be fair to deny Ken companionship after all these years of being a couple.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There is, of course, &lt;b&gt;another theory&lt;/b&gt;: That all this is just a marketing ploy –- a publicist's dream –- to boost interest in the Cali Girl and Blaine dolls. After all, Demi Moore –- a woman of just about the same age as Barbie –- has taken up with a boy toy, Ashton Kutcher, and it has done wonders to keep her front and center in the gossip columns. The on-again, off-again romance between Jennifer Lopez and Ben Affleck had them in the headlines for months.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Still, such PR tricks can backfire. True, Demi has gotten tons of publicity with her new romance, but it hasn't done much for her career. And one could argue whether Bennifer has benefited from their pairing -- on-screen or off. One word here: &lt;i&gt;Gigli&lt;/i&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can we hope for a happier ending for Barbie and Ken? That she'll see Blaine as just a harmless fling? That Ken will realize his obsession with his appearance and clothes just makes him the Fab Five's perfect straight man? The truth is, it doesn't really matter. Barbie will be just fine, regardless of whether she ends up with Ken, Blaine, someone else –- or no one at all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="leadin"  style="font-weight: bold;  font-size:12px;"&gt;DIRTY LITTLE SECRET.&lt;/span&gt;  Ken was always extraneous –- for both Barbie and the girls whose imaginations she helped fire over the past half century (see BW Online, 4/30/02,&lt;a href="http://www.businessweek.com/bwdaily/dnflash/apr2002/nf20020430_1406.htm" style="color: rgb(6, 69, 153); text-decoration: underline; font-weight: bold; font-size: 12px; "&gt;"To Ruth Handler, a 21-Barbie Salute"&lt;/a&gt;). Sure, Mattel sold plenty of Bridal Barbies and elaborate wedding gowns -– and Ken was always the presumed groom. But blushing bride was just one of the many roles Barbie played. Mattel wisely gave her girlfriends to pal around with, careers to pursue, and fabulous clothes and accessories that made everything – and everyone -- else irrelevant.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ken, to a large extent, was just another accessory. Just like her pink convertible or her beach house. Fun to have, but not absolutely necessary. Beside, here's the dirty little secret about Ken. He was never all that hot, and Barbie knew it. But that GI Joe –- now, he was a doll. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7561596720849945330-3953705427011682105?l=bienamagbitang.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bienamagbitang.blogspot.com/feeds/3953705427011682105/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bienamagbitang.blogspot.com/2011/09/why-barbie-and-ken-broke-up-aka-even.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7561596720849945330/posts/default/3953705427011682105'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7561596720849945330/posts/default/3953705427011682105'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bienamagbitang.blogspot.com/2011/09/why-barbie-and-ken-broke-up-aka-even.html' title='Why Barbie and Ken broke up AKA even dolls are breaking up! That&apos;s why I don&apos;t have a lovelife!'/><author><name>Biena</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18133516880685078577</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-a0wNXRbDFjQ/Twwc30ryUKI/AAAAAAAAAI4/ppTtTfjgggo/s220/newsgirl.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7561596720849945330.post-5014595412762807963</id><published>2011-09-07T02:00:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-09-07T02:09:11.823+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The so-called "Blogger"</title><content type='html'>I've been using this blog for almost five years now and one thing is for sure - I can't call myself a blogger yet. Though, yes, my host is... blogger.com. I'm not due-fully and cannot legally be called a blogger.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Let me tell you why.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;1. I don't update this site very often.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I've always had the excuse of, "I'm very busy, I'll be blogging soon." And for effin' Pete's sake! I called myself a blogger? Whatta phony. Hahaha.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;2. Almost all my post are - "Welcome me back, I'm blogging again.";&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;3. if not, "I promise you, I'm anew, I'll be updating this everytime I can."&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;4. Last week, I checked this blog to reminisce and all I see are the promises above.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So, now, I won't be promising, but let me tell you this, I'll strive to be rightfully called a blogger from this time on. :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7561596720849945330-5014595412762807963?l=bienamagbitang.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bienamagbitang.blogspot.com/feeds/5014595412762807963/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bienamagbitang.blogspot.com/2011/09/so-called-blogger.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7561596720849945330/posts/default/5014595412762807963'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7561596720849945330/posts/default/5014595412762807963'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bienamagbitang.blogspot.com/2011/09/so-called-blogger.html' title='The so-called &quot;Blogger&quot;'/><author><name>Biena</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18133516880685078577</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-a0wNXRbDFjQ/Twwc30ryUKI/AAAAAAAAAI4/ppTtTfjgggo/s220/newsgirl.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7561596720849945330.post-6476966944131239325</id><published>2011-06-19T21:31:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-11-09T19:58:14.386+08:00</updated><title type='text'>DAY 7 - 30 DAY SONG CHALLENGE</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;A SONG THAT REMINDS YOU OF A CERTAIN EVENT&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This song from Dreamgirls just reminds me of Jovia's birthday and how she wowed her guest while singing this song.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;iframe height="349" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/-0b8LY5M9_A" frameborder="0" width="460" allowfullscreen=""&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7561596720849945330-6476966944131239325?l=bienamagbitang.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bienamagbitang.blogspot.com/feeds/6476966944131239325/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bienamagbitang.blogspot.com/2011/06/day-7-30-day-song-challenge.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7561596720849945330/posts/default/6476966944131239325'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7561596720849945330/posts/default/6476966944131239325'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bienamagbitang.blogspot.com/2011/06/day-7-30-day-song-challenge.html' title='DAY 7 - 30 DAY SONG CHALLENGE'/><author><name>Biena</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18133516880685078577</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-a0wNXRbDFjQ/Twwc30ryUKI/AAAAAAAAAI4/ppTtTfjgggo/s220/newsgirl.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/-0b8LY5M9_A/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7561596720849945330.post-872735503051443493</id><published>2011-06-19T21:14:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-06-19T21:30:17.610+08:00</updated><title type='text'>DAY 6 - 30 DAY SONG CHALLENGE</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;A SONG THAT REMINDS YOU OF SOMEWHERE&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Whenever I hear this song, I can't help but remember Gold's Gym and the fitness instructor who used to use this song for an aerobic routine. It was one hell of a difficult routine even she paused in the middle.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;iframe src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/Jcczg4ad0wA" allowfullscreen="" width="425" frameborder="0" height="349"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7561596720849945330-872735503051443493?l=bienamagbitang.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bienamagbitang.blogspot.com/feeds/872735503051443493/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bienamagbitang.blogspot.com/2011/06/day-6-30-day-song-challenge.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7561596720849945330/posts/default/872735503051443493'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7561596720849945330/posts/default/872735503051443493'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bienamagbitang.blogspot.com/2011/06/day-6-30-day-song-challenge.html' title='DAY 6 - 30 DAY SONG CHALLENGE'/><author><name>Biena</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18133516880685078577</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-a0wNXRbDFjQ/Twwc30ryUKI/AAAAAAAAAI4/ppTtTfjgggo/s220/newsgirl.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/Jcczg4ad0wA/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7561596720849945330.post-6378705889595345773</id><published>2011-06-17T18:23:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-06-17T18:28:17.996+08:00</updated><title type='text'>DAY 5 - 30 DAY SONG CHALLENGE</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;A SONG THAT REMINDS YOU OF SOMEONE&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Basically because all through our sophomore year in highschool, Frederick and I sing this song everyday. My Mom and Dad totally hated this song (for it is the song in their wedding video. Bwahaha) banning its existence in our family's music list. It just reminds me of the good old days, my parents, Frederick and not to mention Erick who keeps on insisting that this song is Frederick and I's theme song. HAHAHAHA&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;iframe src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/gUcbczpe9QY" allowfullscreen="" width="425" frameborder="0" height="349"&gt;&lt;/iframe&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/7561596720849945330-6378705889595345773?l=bienamagbitang.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bienamagbitang.blogspot.com/feeds/6378705889595345773/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bienamagbitang.blogspot.com/2011/06/day-5-30-day-song-challenge.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7561596720849945330/posts/default/6378705889595345773'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7561596720849945330/posts/default/6378705889595345773'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bienamagbitang.blogspot.com/2011/06/day-5-30-day-song-challenge.html' title='DAY 5 - 30 DAY SONG CHALLENGE'/><author><name>Biena</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18133516880685078577</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-a0wNXRbDFjQ/Twwc30ryUKI/AAAAAAAAAI4/ppTtTfjgggo/s220/newsgirl.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/gUcbczpe9QY/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7561596720849945330.post-4671172415584940635</id><published>2011-06-17T18:09:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-06-17T18:23:17.913+08:00</updated><title type='text'>DAY 4 - 30 DAY SONG CHALLENGE</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;A SONG THAT MAKES YOU SAD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This song simply makes me sad cos i makes me remember my highschool life and I know that I would spend a fortune if I can just to go back to those days.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;iframe src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/AA2NHPTHWyg" allowfullscreen="" width="425" frameborder="0" height="349"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7561596720849945330-4671172415584940635?l=bienamagbitang.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bienamagbitang.blogspot.com/feeds/4671172415584940635/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bienamagbitang.blogspot.com/2011/06/day-4-30-day-song-challenge.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7561596720849945330/posts/default/4671172415584940635'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7561596720849945330/posts/default/4671172415584940635'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bienamagbitang.blogspot.com/2011/06/day-4-30-day-song-challenge.html' title='DAY 4 - 30 DAY SONG CHALLENGE'/><author><name>Biena</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18133516880685078577</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-a0wNXRbDFjQ/Twwc30ryUKI/AAAAAAAAAI4/ppTtTfjgggo/s220/newsgirl.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/AA2NHPTHWyg/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7561596720849945330.post-3299058627393250414</id><published>2011-06-17T18:05:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-06-17T18:09:23.142+08:00</updated><title type='text'>DAY 3 - 30 DAY SONG CHALLENGE</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;So here I am, making up for the days I haven't posted anything. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;A SONG THAT MAKES YOU HAPPY :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;back in the day, when I feel bad, this song is my instant pick-upper. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;iframe src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/_l-r7_f0CVs" allowfullscreen="" width="425" frameborder="0" height="349"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7561596720849945330-3299058627393250414?l=bienamagbitang.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bienamagbitang.blogspot.com/feeds/3299058627393250414/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bienamagbitang.blogspot.com/2011/06/day-3-30-day-song-challenge.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7561596720849945330/posts/default/3299058627393250414'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7561596720849945330/posts/default/3299058627393250414'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bienamagbitang.blogspot.com/2011/06/day-3-30-day-song-challenge.html' title='DAY 3 - 30 DAY SONG CHALLENGE'/><author><name>Biena</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18133516880685078577</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-a0wNXRbDFjQ/Twwc30ryUKI/AAAAAAAAAI4/ppTtTfjgggo/s220/newsgirl.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/_l-r7_f0CVs/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7561596720849945330.post-4947130232116742488</id><published>2011-06-13T18:01:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-06-13T18:05:59.899+08:00</updated><title type='text'>DAY 2 - 30 DAY SONG CHALLENGE</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;YOUR LEAST FAVORITE SONG&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Hey. I don't discriminate. If this song is your thing, then I won't take it against you. It's just that... this song has that vibe, that meeeeh vibe and it sits into my brain most of the time I hear it. Talk about LSS.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;iframe height="349" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/yuhCRqQfkEI" frameborder="0" width="425"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7561596720849945330-4947130232116742488?l=bienamagbitang.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bienamagbitang.blogspot.com/feeds/4947130232116742488/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bienamagbitang.blogspot.com/2011/06/day-2-30-day-song-challenge.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7561596720849945330/posts/default/4947130232116742488'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7561596720849945330/posts/default/4947130232116742488'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bienamagbitang.blogspot.com/2011/06/day-2-30-day-song-challenge.html' title='DAY 2 - 30 DAY SONG CHALLENGE'/><author><name>Biena</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18133516880685078577</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-a0wNXRbDFjQ/Twwc30ryUKI/AAAAAAAAAI4/ppTtTfjgggo/s220/newsgirl.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/yuhCRqQfkEI/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7561596720849945330.post-6748765271171714228</id><published>2011-06-13T12:52:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-06-13T12:54:29.593+08:00</updated><title type='text'>FAIL!</title><content type='html'>Such a total fail. I did that challenge to be able to update this blog very often but it definitely is an epic fail. Hahahahaha. But yeah, lemme resume it. I might be able to do it everyday as it asked.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7561596720849945330-6748765271171714228?l=bienamagbitang.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bienamagbitang.blogspot.com/feeds/6748765271171714228/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bienamagbitang.blogspot.com/2011/06/fail.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7561596720849945330/posts/default/6748765271171714228'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7561596720849945330/posts/default/6748765271171714228'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bienamagbitang.blogspot.com/2011/06/fail.html' title='FAIL!'/><author><name>Biena</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18133516880685078577</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-a0wNXRbDFjQ/Twwc30ryUKI/AAAAAAAAAI4/ppTtTfjgggo/s220/newsgirl.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7561596720849945330.post-8040700471299974595</id><published>2011-06-05T18:39:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-06-05T18:43:25.920+08:00</updated><title type='text'>DAY 1 - 30 DAY SONG CHALLENGE</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Day 01 - YOUR FAVORITE SONG :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love so many songs but this one's always on my mind. It just keeps me sane and happy everytime. Even I don't have a single clue why. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;iframe src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/pMDn6V7ZLhE" allowfullscreen="" width="425" frameborder="0" height="349"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7561596720849945330-8040700471299974595?l=bienamagbitang.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bienamagbitang.blogspot.com/feeds/8040700471299974595/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bienamagbitang.blogspot.com/2011/06/30.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7561596720849945330/posts/default/8040700471299974595'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7561596720849945330/posts/default/8040700471299974595'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bienamagbitang.blogspot.com/2011/06/30.html' title='DAY 1 - 30 DAY SONG CHALLENGE'/><author><name>Biena</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18133516880685078577</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-a0wNXRbDFjQ/Twwc30ryUKI/AAAAAAAAAI4/ppTtTfjgggo/s220/newsgirl.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/pMDn6V7ZLhE/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7561596720849945330.post-8604680882293253406</id><published>2011-06-05T18:36:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-06-05T18:37:50.953+08:00</updated><title type='text'>30 DAY SONG CHALLENGE</title><content type='html'>Thinking of something to do so I'll be oblige to update my blog everyday. Geez. I've saying that everytime. So, here's a challenge. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;day 01 - your favorite song&lt;br /&gt;day 02 - your least favorite song&lt;br /&gt;day 03 - a song that makes you happy&lt;br /&gt;day 04 - a song that makes you sad&lt;br /&gt;day 05 - a song that reminds you of someone&lt;br /&gt;day 06 - a song that reminds you of somewhere&lt;br /&gt;day 07 - a song that reminds you of a certain event &lt;br /&gt;day 08 - a song that you know all the words to&lt;br /&gt;day 09 - a song that you can dance to&lt;br /&gt;day 10 - a song that makes you fall asleep&lt;br /&gt;day 11 - a song from your favorite band&lt;br /&gt;day 12 - a song from a band you hate&lt;br /&gt;day 13 - a song that is a guilty pleasure&lt;br /&gt;day 14 - a song that no one would expect you to love&lt;br /&gt;day 15 - a song that describes you&lt;br /&gt;day 16 - a song that you used to love but now hate&lt;br /&gt;day 17 - a song that you hear often on the radio&lt;br /&gt;day 18 - a song that you wish you heard on the radio&lt;br /&gt;day 19 - a song from your favorite album&lt;br /&gt;day 20 - a song that you listen to when you’re angry&lt;br /&gt;day 21 - a song that you listen to when you’re happy&lt;br /&gt;day 22 - a song that you listen to when you’re sad&lt;br /&gt;day 23 - a song that you want to play at your wedding&lt;br /&gt;day 24 - a song that you want to play at your funeral&lt;br /&gt;day 25 - a song that makes you laugh&lt;br /&gt;day 26 - a song that you can play on an instrument&lt;br /&gt;day 27 - a song that you wish you could play&lt;br /&gt;day 28 - a song that makes you feel guilty&lt;br /&gt;day 29 - a song from your childhood&lt;br /&gt;day 30 - your favorite song at this time last year&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7561596720849945330-8604680882293253406?l=bienamagbitang.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bienamagbitang.blogspot.com/feeds/8604680882293253406/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bienamagbitang.blogspot.com/2011/06/30-day-song-challenge.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7561596720849945330/posts/default/8604680882293253406'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7561596720849945330/posts/default/8604680882293253406'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bienamagbitang.blogspot.com/2011/06/30-day-song-challenge.html' title='30 DAY SONG CHALLENGE'/><author><name>Biena</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18133516880685078577</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-a0wNXRbDFjQ/Twwc30ryUKI/AAAAAAAAAI4/ppTtTfjgggo/s220/newsgirl.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7561596720849945330.post-458460566019285329</id><published>2011-04-28T19:46:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-04-28T19:47:16.620+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='random'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='relationships'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sleeping'/><title type='text'>I said I wasn't gonna lose my head, but then.. PoP goes my heart!</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 !mso]&gt;&lt;object classid="clsid:38481807-CA0E-42D2-BF39-B33AF135CC4D" id="ieooui"&gt;&lt;/object&gt; &lt;style&gt; st1\:*{behavior:url(#ieooui) } &lt;/style&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;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Before I went to sleep (which normally means just few hours before the sun sets), I planned to watch something, something that would really entertain me, give me enough enlightenment because I’ve been in the dark lately. No, really… I’m having a terrible inspirational drought again and listening to the The Runaways’ Cherry Bomb cant help anymore; singing it on the top of my lungs didn’t help even. I seriously had troubles counting how many Ch- was there before Cherie Currie finally said Cherry Bomb or how should I spell it. Uhm, Ch-? Chh- Ch..e? Gaah. So there, I knew only a good love story would cure me. Something so wonderful it would inspire me to live life as a zealous, understanding and resilient (C’mon, just stating facts here.) person again. I checked my rack and picked out something that was in my bag, I know, I’m that kind of scatterbrain. I actually chose a Koreanovela and I was preparing myself up for again, an all-nighter, &lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;but it turned out that it wasn’t subbed or my player can’t play the subtitles it has or I really don’t know (*shrugs* It was subbed when I bought it! The words magically disappeared, perhaps. HAHAHA!) To my dismay, I just ate all the chips in the little pack of Lays I bought just half an hour before I played the clip and decided to sleep. But that’s not the end of the story, yes, because I never ever slept before the hour Cinderella left her shoe with the prince, my body clock knows how to wait until after twelve midnight before my eyes will possibly close and my mind will think of nothing but how to have a nice, deep slumber.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I wasted time thinking of clothes to wear tomorrow and I realized I’m already lacking of nice clothes dubbed as I’m-getting-fat-oh, no-you-aren’t-you-are-getting-fatter-and-fatter-each-day-so-don’t-waste-your-gym-membership, but I won’t go to the gym today, anyways. It can wait… and I know I’m lazy. Putting on, I mean forcing on my clothes unto my body was very tiring but that didn’t stop me. I was still alive, alert, awake and enthusiastic. Gee, so, this is inspirational drought for me, I was like I’m on the drugs. I stared on my bed for several minutes while I’m still catching my breath due to “too little” clothes I sported when I saw my copy of Music and Lyrics and I thought (sound effects plus light bulb beside my head please) a movie I’ve already memorized would probably bore me and lead me to sleep. BUT NO, IT DIDN’T. It just made me eat more Nagarayas and drink more and more Iced Tea. The movie still thrills me! I swear, I know this movie by heart, memorized each beautiful lines Drew Barrymore and Hugh Grant delivered, sang at least one of the soundtracks each day but each time I watch it, I’m discovering something new. Just like how I missed Sophie’s (Barrymore) sense of fashion and how I like to imitate it. Alex (Grant) doesn’t have a car, I never thought of that! Or seen the part in the credits where they say that PoP band members had hip replacements and after their reunion concert in 2006, Colin also undergone one. Funny how something you fancy still surprise you every time. So, maybe that’s true love, or how relationships last. You can swear to anyone even God that you already know everything about this certain person you love but still, they astonish you each time you are with them, leaving you dumbfounded, yet more hooked and definitely happier that there’s more to this person you adore than the things you know about him and you’re very eager to know a lot more the next time you’ll be together… or, I’m just hallucinating because I unarguably love Music and Lyrics.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7561596720849945330-458460566019285329?l=bienamagbitang.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bienamagbitang.blogspot.com/feeds/458460566019285329/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bienamagbitang.blogspot.com/2011/04/i-said-i-wasnt-gonna-lose-my-head-but.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7561596720849945330/posts/default/458460566019285329'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7561596720849945330/posts/default/458460566019285329'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bienamagbitang.blogspot.com/2011/04/i-said-i-wasnt-gonna-lose-my-head-but.html' title='I said I wasn&apos;t gonna lose my head, but then.. PoP goes my heart!'/><author><name>Biena</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18133516880685078577</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-a0wNXRbDFjQ/Twwc30ryUKI/AAAAAAAAAI4/ppTtTfjgggo/s220/newsgirl.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7561596720849945330.post-1721883469409827343</id><published>2011-03-10T02:22:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-03-10T02:22:19.300+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Try!&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;-----------------------------------------&lt;br&gt;Sent via Globe Tattoo UnliMAIL, powered by Emoze&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7561596720849945330-1721883469409827343?l=bienamagbitang.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bienamagbitang.blogspot.com/feeds/1721883469409827343/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bienamagbitang.blogspot.com/2011/03/try-sent-via-globe-tattoo-unlimail.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7561596720849945330/posts/default/1721883469409827343'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7561596720849945330/posts/default/1721883469409827343'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bienamagbitang.blogspot.com/2011/03/try-sent-via-globe-tattoo-unlimail.html' title=''/><author><name>Biena</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18133516880685078577</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-a0wNXRbDFjQ/Twwc30ryUKI/AAAAAAAAAI4/ppTtTfjgggo/s220/newsgirl.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7561596720849945330.post-8233028289327634963</id><published>2010-10-25T23:38:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-10-25T23:43:42.361+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Woohoo!</title><content type='html'>A new layout after a year! :) Oh yeah, I&amp;#39;m a TEASE, damn right! :)&lt;br&gt;Sent from my BlackBerry&amp;#174; wireless handheld&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7561596720849945330-8233028289327634963?l=bienamagbitang.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bienamagbitang.blogspot.com/feeds/8233028289327634963/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bienamagbitang.blogspot.com/2010/10/woohoo.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7561596720849945330/posts/default/8233028289327634963'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7561596720849945330/posts/default/8233028289327634963'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bienamagbitang.blogspot.com/2010/10/woohoo.html' title='Woohoo!'/><author><name>Biena</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18133516880685078577</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-a0wNXRbDFjQ/Twwc30ryUKI/AAAAAAAAAI4/ppTtTfjgggo/s220/newsgirl.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7561596720849945330.post-8781403571409788784</id><published>2010-09-29T00:28:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-09-29T00:32:06.167+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Those Memorable yet Terrible Tuesdays</title><content type='html'>Tonight is Media in Focus&amp;#39;s last episode and seriously, I wanted to cry. The team won&amp;#39;t be with Ma&amp;#39;am Cheche anymore. Indeed, Tuesdays will never be the same. I may call in Terrible Tuesday for some months but what the hey? Those Terrible Tuesdays are the most MEMORABLE Tuesdays of my entire stay in ANC. &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Closing the show made me reminisce the first task I was asked to do on my first day as an ANC intern - I previewed Media in Focus tapes. Haha. Again, let me reiterate that my Tuesday won&amp;#39;t be the same again.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;I&amp;#39;ll always be grateful to Ate Cha for handing me this program and for the nth time, I&amp;#39;ll miss this every Tuesday. :)&lt;br&gt;Sent from my BlackBerry&amp;#174; wireless handheld&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7561596720849945330-8781403571409788784?l=bienamagbitang.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bienamagbitang.blogspot.com/feeds/8781403571409788784/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bienamagbitang.blogspot.com/2010/09/those-memorable-yet-terrible-tuesdays.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7561596720849945330/posts/default/8781403571409788784'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7561596720849945330/posts/default/8781403571409788784'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bienamagbitang.blogspot.com/2010/09/those-memorable-yet-terrible-tuesdays.html' title='Those Memorable yet Terrible Tuesdays'/><author><name>Biena</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18133516880685078577</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-a0wNXRbDFjQ/Twwc30ryUKI/AAAAAAAAAI4/ppTtTfjgggo/s220/newsgirl.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7561596720849945330.post-2877747996810497484</id><published>2010-09-28T03:15:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-09-28T03:20:57.038+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I live alone and sometimes, it is sad. :(</title><content type='html'>I woke up with an annoying dysmenorrhea today. Haven&amp;#39;t had one for months. I guess, I have been too lazy lately. Well, my place could tell. Clothes and shoes everywhere! (At least, I don&amp;#39;t have ants anymore! Hahahaha. - Proud?) I tried to rest the whole day, butttt SORRY. You must go to work, girl. So, I was forced to stand up (though, I really can&amp;#39;t at first). I suddenly missed my Mom, my room back in Cabanatuan and how my family take care of me whenever I&amp;#39;m sick or not feeling well. Ugh. It really is hard to live alone in times of sickness. I was hopeless. I don&amp;#39;t even have food cos I can&amp;#39;t get up to buy or cook for myself even. I really wanted to cry, cry, cry. But then again, this is the price of the freedom and independence I most of the time enjoy - lonely moments.&lt;br&gt;Sent from my BlackBerry&amp;#174; wireless handheld&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7561596720849945330-2877747996810497484?l=bienamagbitang.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bienamagbitang.blogspot.com/feeds/2877747996810497484/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bienamagbitang.blogspot.com/2010/09/i-live-alone-and-sometimes-it-is-sad.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7561596720849945330/posts/default/2877747996810497484'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7561596720849945330/posts/default/2877747996810497484'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bienamagbitang.blogspot.com/2010/09/i-live-alone-and-sometimes-it-is-sad.html' title='I live alone and sometimes, it is sad. :('/><author><name>Biena</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18133516880685078577</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-a0wNXRbDFjQ/Twwc30ryUKI/AAAAAAAAAI4/ppTtTfjgggo/s220/newsgirl.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7561596720849945330.post-6933243617787978512</id><published>2010-09-09T19:30:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-09-09T19:38:39.503+08:00</updated><title type='text'>100 Days with Mr. Arrogant</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://t2.gstatic.com/images?q=tbn:ANd9GcR0tlWF-UMCbivqxgoBxjfyUdfFMrLMbKIqG9-YvuWQFODI9pM&amp;amp;t=1&amp;amp;usg=__n1zz88trsagymSAh7O9UeYBiJHg="&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 188px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 268px; CURSOR: hand" border="0" alt="" src="http://t2.gstatic.com/images?q=tbn:ANd9GcR0tlWF-UMCbivqxgoBxjfyUdfFMrLMbKIqG9-YvuWQFODI9pM&amp;amp;t=1&amp;amp;usg=__n1zz88trsagymSAh7O9UeYBiJHg=" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I stayed at our office till the wee hours in the morning yesterday because I know, no one would open the gates for me at home. I tried to sleep for several times but I just can't so I resulted into watching a movie online and I bumped into this flick, 100 Days with Mr. Arrogant.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm very excited at first because I really like the female protagonist from her previous movies and series. The movie is kinda  cute, too. But I personally wouldn't watch it again. It has that "kilig" moments at times but it lacks something, something that would make me watch it again and again.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7561596720849945330-6933243617787978512?l=bienamagbitang.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bienamagbitang.blogspot.com/feeds/6933243617787978512/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bienamagbitang.blogspot.com/2010/09/100-days-with-mr-arrogant.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7561596720849945330/posts/default/6933243617787978512'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7561596720849945330/posts/default/6933243617787978512'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bienamagbitang.blogspot.com/2010/09/100-days-with-mr-arrogant.html' title='100 Days with Mr. Arrogant'/><author><name>Biena</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18133516880685078577</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-a0wNXRbDFjQ/Twwc30ryUKI/AAAAAAAAAI4/ppTtTfjgggo/s220/newsgirl.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7561596720849945330.post-438713934470938615</id><published>2010-09-02T23:22:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2011-12-02T20:22:24.486+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life lessons'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='random'/><title type='text'>Never be in NEED.</title><content type='html'>Earlier this week, I met a stranger. No, no. I'm far from being Julia Roberts in Closer. He is not Clive Owen neither Jude Law type of stranger either. He just taught me one thing I will surely remember -- to never allow myself to be in need. For when you're in need, he said, people have the power over you, to hurt you, desert you and more importantly, decline to your request and that I think is a very good life lesson.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7561596720849945330-438713934470938615?l=bienamagbitang.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bienamagbitang.blogspot.com/feeds/438713934470938615/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bienamagbitang.blogspot.com/2010/09/never-be-in-need.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7561596720849945330/posts/default/438713934470938615'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7561596720849945330/posts/default/438713934470938615'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bienamagbitang.blogspot.com/2010/09/never-be-in-need.html' title='Never be in NEED.'/><author><name>Biena</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18133516880685078577</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-a0wNXRbDFjQ/Twwc30ryUKI/AAAAAAAAAI4/ppTtTfjgggo/s220/newsgirl.png'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7561596720849945330.post-242872871644885771</id><published>2010-08-27T01:29:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-08-27T01:36:51.067+08:00</updated><title type='text'>That Rocker Dude.</title><content type='html'>I can still remember my very first blog post -- it's about a guy.  That one guy whom I caught looking at me in the first day of school and  kept on smiling at me the days after. Everyone who knows me well can  tell that he’s my type - chinky-eyed, rugged and musically-inclined. It  was a nice feeling, seeing him flash that sweet smile at me every time I  glance his way. He was so cute. I just can’t help but to always want to  see him. Things went according to my plans or dreams in this case, well,  my professors were a big help — they put us together in a team, giving  me an excuse to message him nonstop about.. er, school. We became very  close, so close I fell for him without noticing I did. Then, I learned  he already has a girl. Dang. One big heartache. He was a jerk and I  believed him. Things aren’t really going according to my plans. I didn’t  dream too hard. We’re still friends, though. After months of hurting  each other in two of our classmates’ expense whom we had rebound  relationships with. We still became friends. Not best of friends but at  least, civil enough for the both of us to send random text messages once  in a while and crack jokes or poke fun at each other every time we meet.  One short love story. Hundreds of lesson learned. Thousands of  memories.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7561596720849945330-242872871644885771?l=bienamagbitang.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bienamagbitang.blogspot.com/feeds/242872871644885771/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bienamagbitang.blogspot.com/2010/08/that-rocker-dude.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7561596720849945330/posts/default/242872871644885771'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7561596720849945330/posts/default/242872871644885771'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bienamagbitang.blogspot.com/2010/08/that-rocker-dude.html' title='That Rocker Dude.'/><author><name>Biena</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18133516880685078577</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-a0wNXRbDFjQ/Twwc30ryUKI/AAAAAAAAAI4/ppTtTfjgggo/s220/newsgirl.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7561596720849945330.post-4089725876934932121</id><published>2010-08-25T01:53:00.012+08:00</published><updated>2010-08-25T03:08:11.850+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Car Show. FTW! :)</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I don't know if anyone knows my blog still do exist. But here am I, back to where I truly belong... My ONLINE world. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I truly missed blogging and writing, of course and yet AGAIN, I'm promising myself (and this one I'll keep) that I'll update this blog everytime I'm free.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, for my first post as a "balik-blogger". Here is some photos (and stories) from our coverage of the CAMPI 3rd Philippine International Motor Show. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_84DpmaWTUXI/THQI3FYm8OI/AAAAAAAAACY/vkUqUxISVz8/s1600/41296_1573393422879_1476840420_1429465_673227_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5509037986612179170" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_84DpmaWTUXI/THQI3FYm8OI/AAAAAAAAACY/vkUqUxISVz8/s320/41296_1573393422879_1476840420_1429465_673227_n.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;My tour guide.&lt;/strong&gt; After eight long months, Frederick and I met again. I know he would go here! He wants to see the Camaro for Pete's SAKE! Hahaha. :)&lt;br /&gt;It was fun having him around. Atleast, I have an encyclopedia of cars by my side. For it is a carshow and all I know about vehicles is that they have four wheels, an engine, a bumper and two side mirrors. And because he's there, I felt that I know more.. because he does. Haha! :)&lt;br /&gt;We haven't had quality-bestfriend-let's-go-out-somewhere-and-bond time for a long time and thanks to this carshow, we did! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_84DpmaWTUXI/THQLfWWpaHI/AAAAAAAAACg/Au6y-9NHq10/s1600/w.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 216px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5509040877385377906" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_84DpmaWTUXI/THQLfWWpaHI/AAAAAAAAACg/Au6y-9NHq10/s320/w.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I'm lost.&lt;/strong&gt; Just when Sir Tony was about to finish his intro spiel... This little boy showed up, wandering and wondering around. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_84DpmaWTUXI/THQLzqLSbnI/AAAAAAAAACo/lorBY98LdY0/s1600/1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 216px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5509041226303827570" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_84DpmaWTUXI/THQLzqLSbnI/AAAAAAAAACo/lorBY98LdY0/s320/1.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Sloppy First.&lt;/strong&gt; It took us several takes for Sir Tony's Intro Spiel but nevertheless, Kuya Patrick still managed to strike his signature pose. :)&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;THE GREEN TECH PAVILION INTERVIEW&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;I did the interview because no one else did and we are about to end our coverage as the show for the day is about to cease as well. I was able to talk to three eloquent and spontaneous guys who were reluctant, I mean.. very reluctant to go on cam at first. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_84DpmaWTUXI/THQNMcjPG1I/AAAAAAAAACw/osAGXtvQjLs/s1600/f.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 216px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5509042751654533970" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_84DpmaWTUXI/THQNMcjPG1I/AAAAAAAAACw/osAGXtvQjLs/s320/f.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Ayaw talaga ni Kuya mag-painterview. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_84DpmaWTUXI/THQNwnB6DuI/AAAAAAAAAC4/_9EdO8zfMAU/s1600/3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 216px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5509043372942823138" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_84DpmaWTUXI/THQNwnB6DuI/AAAAAAAAAC4/_9EdO8zfMAU/s320/3.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Tapos napilit ko. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 216px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5509043852900299650" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_84DpmaWTUXI/THQOMjAr84I/AAAAAAAAADA/ewuBQQ1imtM/s320/4.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Hangga't sa di ko na siya napigil magsalita!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 216px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5509044086143622402" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_84DpmaWTUXI/THQOaH6OnQI/AAAAAAAAADI/VMBvGrZlTOk/s320/t.jpg" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;Tapos tsaka ko na lang napansin na mali yng side na kinatatayuan ko.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;At eto namaaaaan ang aking super brown-slash-reddish hair ADVENTURES!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_84DpmaWTUXI/THQPJBtXvHI/AAAAAAAAADQ/1SpfmxeGnms/s1600/2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 216px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5509044891932933234" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_84DpmaWTUXI/THQPJBtXvHI/AAAAAAAAADQ/1SpfmxeGnms/s320/2.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_84DpmaWTUXI/THQPRYgr4HI/AAAAAAAAADY/F79DB-ZQ3vk/s1600/ANC+FUTURE+PERFECT+CAM2+CAR.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 216px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5509045035492696178" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_84DpmaWTUXI/THQPRYgr4HI/AAAAAAAAADY/F79DB-ZQ3vk/s320/ANC+FUTURE+PERFECT+CAM2+CAR.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7561596720849945330-4089725876934932121?l=bienamagbitang.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bienamagbitang.blogspot.com/feeds/4089725876934932121/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bienamagbitang.blogspot.com/2010/08/car-show-ftw.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7561596720849945330/posts/default/4089725876934932121'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7561596720849945330/posts/default/4089725876934932121'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bienamagbitang.blogspot.com/2010/08/car-show-ftw.html' title='The Car Show. FTW! :)'/><author><name>Biena</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18133516880685078577</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-a0wNXRbDFjQ/Twwc30ryUKI/AAAAAAAAAI4/ppTtTfjgggo/s220/newsgirl.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_84DpmaWTUXI/THQI3FYm8OI/AAAAAAAAACY/vkUqUxISVz8/s72-c/41296_1573393422879_1476840420_1429465_673227_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7561596720849945330.post-1937188806572908945</id><published>2010-02-06T23:32:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-06-06T00:42:21.366+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='personal'/><title type='text'>NO one knows</title><content type='html'>No one knows how frustrated I become when I can't think of any brilliant idea.&lt;br /&gt;No one knows how stupid I see myself when I can't write.&lt;br /&gt;No one knows how I wish I can put all my ideas to words, sentences, and paragraphs - coherently.&lt;br /&gt;No one knows how I hate the f*cking blinking cursor that's making me feel the stupid-est person on God's green earth because I can't write!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No one knows.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No one knows this blog either.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7561596720849945330-1937188806572908945?l=bienamagbitang.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bienamagbitang.blogspot.com/feeds/1937188806572908945/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bienamagbitang.blogspot.com/2010/02/no-one-knows.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7561596720849945330/posts/default/1937188806572908945'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7561596720849945330/posts/default/1937188806572908945'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bienamagbitang.blogspot.com/2010/02/no-one-knows.html' title='NO one knows'/><author><name>Biena</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18133516880685078577</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-a0wNXRbDFjQ/Twwc30ryUKI/AAAAAAAAAI4/ppTtTfjgggo/s220/newsgirl.png'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7561596720849945330.post-452728828829017495</id><published>2010-02-02T22:34:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-12-02T20:24:02.182+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='quotes'/><title type='text'>SHOUT OUT o1</title><content type='html'>What can you expect from whirlwind romances? One moment you're kissing, the other you're saying goodbye. No rules. No expectations. No commitment. Just a game of mixed emotions. :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7561596720849945330-452728828829017495?l=bienamagbitang.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bienamagbitang.blogspot.com/feeds/452728828829017495/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bienamagbitang.blogspot.com/2010/02/shout-out-o1.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7561596720849945330/posts/default/452728828829017495'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7561596720849945330/posts/default/452728828829017495'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bienamagbitang.blogspot.com/2010/02/shout-out-o1.html' title='SHOUT OUT o1'/><author><name>Biena</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18133516880685078577</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-a0wNXRbDFjQ/Twwc30ryUKI/AAAAAAAAAI4/ppTtTfjgggo/s220/newsgirl.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7561596720849945330.post-6026244054939439751</id><published>2010-02-02T02:41:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-12-02T20:15:35.001+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='politics'/><title type='text'>MANNy and the MONEY</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_34Tst3xiTfs/S2cgsHSE1PI/AAAAAAAAAAs/UbcWVGR5fh4/s1600-h/manny-villar.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: pointer" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5433347417686988018" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_34Tst3xiTfs/S2cgsHSE1PI/AAAAAAAAAAs/UbcWVGR5fh4/s320/manny-villar.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He once said that a person will need to have at least P1 billion on his campaign chest in order to keep himself adrift in the tight 2010 presidential race and he is none other than &lt;i&gt;Nacionalista&lt;/i&gt; Party standard bearer, Manny Villar. He seems true to his belief as we see his abundant advertisements on TV, Radio, Print and so much as online. His TV ads even took over fast-food chain ads last year. He gave away the headline-creating six house and lots on a noontime show and now sponsoring an orange-filled game show on the rival program giving away P25,000 almost everyday. The Senator all the more surprised everyone as he got the support from the Three Kings:&lt;i&gt; Dolphy, Efren "Bata" Reyes and Willie Revillame&lt;/i&gt;, making him a king himself -- &lt;i&gt;The King of Self Promotions&lt;/i&gt;. Seeing how &lt;i&gt;Manny&lt;/i&gt; spends his &lt;i&gt;money&lt;/i&gt; he then claimed to be the fruit of his &lt;i&gt;Sipag at Tiyaga&lt;/i&gt; or is it C-5 &lt;i&gt;at Taga&lt;/i&gt;, how can he ever get it back? Will he ever get it back? Where? Well, does a presidential seat really takes a billion out a candidate's pocket? Does one even really need to be a spendthrift billionaire to rule this country?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just a thought. Is Manny Villar really imitating Erap's &lt;i&gt;Para sa Mahirap&lt;/i&gt; strategy or is he the fulfillment of Eddie Gil's promise? Some are wondering, is he just a &lt;i&gt;Pilantropo&lt;/i&gt; or a new breed of &lt;i&gt;Pilantrapo&lt;/i&gt;?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7561596720849945330-6026244054939439751?l=bienamagbitang.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bienamagbitang.blogspot.com/feeds/6026244054939439751/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bienamagbitang.blogspot.com/2010/02/manny-and-money.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7561596720849945330/posts/default/6026244054939439751'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7561596720849945330/posts/default/6026244054939439751'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bienamagbitang.blogspot.com/2010/02/manny-and-money.html' title='MANNy and the MONEY'/><author><name>Biena</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18133516880685078577</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-a0wNXRbDFjQ/Twwc30ryUKI/AAAAAAAAAI4/ppTtTfjgggo/s220/newsgirl.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_34Tst3xiTfs/S2cgsHSE1PI/AAAAAAAAAAs/UbcWVGR5fh4/s72-c/manny-villar.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7561596720849945330.post-2299987382398288638</id><published>2010-02-01T02:25:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-06-06T00:42:21.410+08:00</updated><title type='text'>formspring.me</title><content type='html'>    &lt;p class="formspringmeQuestion"&gt;        &lt;strong&gt;What was the worst concert you went to?&lt;/strong&gt;     &lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="formspringmeAnswer"&gt;Hm. I don&amp;#039;t know. Maybe the Itchyworms concert at school. Not that I hate Itchyworms. I actually like them. It&amp;#039;s just that I don&amp;#039;t feel like going to a concert that day. I just laid on the grass carpeted field the whole night.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="formspringmeFooter"&gt;    &lt;a href="http://formspring.me/BreathingBarbie"&gt;Ask me anything&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7561596720849945330-2299987382398288638?l=bienamagbitang.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bienamagbitang.blogspot.com/feeds/2299987382398288638/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bienamagbitang.blogspot.com/2010/02/formspringme.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7561596720849945330/posts/default/2299987382398288638'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7561596720849945330/posts/default/2299987382398288638'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bienamagbitang.blogspot.com/2010/02/formspringme.html' title='formspring.me'/><author><name>Biena</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18133516880685078577</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-a0wNXRbDFjQ/Twwc30ryUKI/AAAAAAAAAI4/ppTtTfjgggo/s220/newsgirl.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7561596720849945330.post-4825727219375486433</id><published>2010-02-01T00:35:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-12-02T20:22:56.042+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='random'/><title type='text'>plurk!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://images.plurk.com/3260228_5f2c894ae228d71bc26b6d2c276b344d.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 420px; height: 316px;" src="http://images.plurk.com/3260228_5f2c894ae228d71bc26b6d2c276b344d.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I know right, it takes an ADDICT to be featured on a site. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I haven't opened my Plurk account for ages and I was flabbergasted to see that I already have:&lt;br /&gt;21 alerts&lt;br /&gt;320 friends (I know I have more back then)&lt;br /&gt;141 fans (I really have more back then! Haha.)&lt;br /&gt;and 0.00 karma ( I was even over Nirvana back then.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeaah, but that was BACK then.&lt;br /&gt;Back when I was still addicted to Plurk-ing. Haha. :)&lt;br /&gt;Back when I feel so bad whenever my karma went down.&lt;br /&gt;Back when I'm literally in Nirvana as it goes up.&lt;br /&gt;Back when I don't get enough sleep.&lt;br /&gt;Back when I needed ATTENTION.&lt;br /&gt;Back when I wanted everyone to know everything I do.&lt;br /&gt;Back when I feel I need to do it.&lt;br /&gt;Back when my life is the Internet.&lt;br /&gt;Back when my best friends are my online buddies.&lt;br /&gt;Back when all I care about is my Yay/Boos in Candy Mag's Teentalk.&lt;br /&gt;Back when I felt I don't belong.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm just glad I got it over with now or I'll be the shallow girl still living in the cyber space.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anywho, here are my BEST Plurks. Haha. :]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;NOV 14, 08: my 5 year old brother announces na wala siyang pasok. HAHAHA! Tamad&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;NOV 22, 08: My brother: Ano ba yan? Ako: Wala. My brother: (scrolls the page down) Ang taas ng karma mo, walang hiya ka kasi.  LOL!&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;NOV 23, 08: hates it when he doesn't even send a single message. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;(talking about Russel here. :D)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;REPLIES:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table style="text-align: left; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="td_qual"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;a class="name" href="http://www.plurk.com/dadz20"&gt;veronika ♥&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td class="td_cnt"&gt;&lt;div class="text_holder"&gt;yeah &lt;img src="http://static.plurk.com/static/emoticons/basic/sad.gif" class="emoticon" alt=":-(" height="18" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;" id="m70043765" class="plurk highlight_owner"&gt;&lt;table style="text-align: left; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;div id="plurk_cnt_70043765" class="plurk_cnt"&gt;&lt;table&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="td_qual"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;a class="name" href="http://www.plurk.com/bienamichelle"&gt;Supergirl&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="qualifier q_says"&gt;says&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td class="td_cnt"&gt;&lt;div class="text_holder"&gt;nakakaparanoid no?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;" id="m70044595" class="plurk"&gt;&lt;table style="text-align: left; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;div id="plurk_cnt_70044595" class="plurk_cnt"&gt;&lt;table&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="td_qual"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;a class="name" href="http://www.plurk.com/dadz20"&gt;veronika ♥&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td class="td_cnt"&gt;&lt;div class="text_holder"&gt;yeah bt gnun?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;" id="m70044835" class="plurk"&gt;&lt;table style="text-align: left; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;div id="plurk_cnt_70044835" class="plurk_cnt"&gt;&lt;table&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="td_qual"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;a class="name" href="http://www.plurk.com/jessecenina"&gt;Jeshiiko&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td class="td_cnt"&gt;&lt;div class="text_holder"&gt;prang kulang ang buhay noh?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;" id="m70045627" class="plurk"&gt;&lt;table style="text-align: left; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;div id="plurk_cnt_70045627" class="plurk_cnt"&gt;&lt;table&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="td_qual"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;a class="name" href="http://www.plurk.com/makuu"&gt;makuu&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="qualifier q_says"&gt;says&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td class="td_cnt"&gt;&lt;div class="text_holder"&gt;oo nkkparanoid yan aw&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;" id="m70045937" class="plurk"&gt;&lt;table style="text-align: left; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;div id="plurk_cnt_70045937" class="plurk_cnt"&gt;&lt;table&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="td_qual"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;a class="name" href="http://www.plurk.com/dadz20"&gt;veronika ♥&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td class="td_cnt"&gt;&lt;div class="text_holder"&gt;yeah..ang pangit pa nun..yung pakiramdam pag tinikis mo xa tas maparanoid k no?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;" id="m70047317" class="plurk highlight_owner"&gt;&lt;table style="text-align: left; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;div id="plurk_cnt_70047317" class="plurk_cnt"&gt;&lt;table&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="td_qual"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;a class="name" href="http://www.plurk.com/bienamichelle"&gt;Supergirl&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="qualifier q_says"&gt;says&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td class="td_cnt"&gt;&lt;div class="text_holder"&gt;he even said to me last night na di niya maexplain sarili niya pag di niya ako kausap then what..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;" id="m70047480" class="plurk highlight_owner"&gt;&lt;table style="text-align: left; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;div id="plurk_cnt_70047480" class="plurk_cnt"&gt;&lt;table&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="td_qual"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;a class="name" href="http://www.plurk.com/bienamichelle"&gt;Supergirl&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="qualifier q_says"&gt;says&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td class="td_cnt"&gt;&lt;div class="text_holder"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.plurk.com/jessecenina" class="ex_link"&gt;Jeshiiko&lt;/a&gt;: sobra.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;" id="m70047926" class="plurk"&gt;&lt;table style="text-align: left; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;div id="plurk_cnt_70047926" class="plurk_cnt"&gt;&lt;table&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="td_qual"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;a class="name" href="http://www.plurk.com/dadz20"&gt;veronika ♥&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td class="td_cnt"&gt;&lt;div class="text_holder"&gt;then di mg text?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;" id="m70048020" class="plurk"&gt;&lt;table style="text-align: left; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;div id="plurk_cnt_70048020" class="plurk_cnt"&gt;&lt;table&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="td_qual"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;a class="name" href="http://www.plurk.com/dadz20"&gt;veronika ♥&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td class="td_cnt"&gt;&lt;div class="text_holder"&gt;a &lt;img src="http://static.plurk.com/static/emoticons/basic/sad.gif" class="emoticon" alt=":-(" height="18" /&gt;bnoy sila&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;" id="m70050710" class="plurk highlight_owner"&gt;&lt;table style="text-align: left; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;div id="plurk_cnt_70050710" class="plurk_cnt"&gt;&lt;table&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="td_qual"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;a class="name" href="http://www.plurk.com/bienamichelle"&gt;Supergirl&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="qualifier q_says"&gt;says&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td class="td_cnt"&gt;&lt;div class="text_holder"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.plurk.com/dadaz20" class="ex_link"&gt;dadaz20&lt;/a&gt;: busy siguro. I couldn't demand. We aren't an item.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;" id="m70050741" class="plurk"&gt;&lt;table style="text-align: left; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;div id="plurk_cnt_70050741" class="plurk_cnt"&gt;&lt;table&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="td_qual"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;a class="name" href="http://www.plurk.com/jessecenina"&gt;Jeshiiko&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td class="td_cnt"&gt;&lt;div class="text_holder"&gt;prang gs2 mo nlng m2log forever at magising pag magttxt n sya&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;" id="m70052716" class="plurk highlight_owner"&gt;&lt;table style="text-align: left; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;div id="plurk_cnt_70052716" class="plurk_cnt"&gt;&lt;table&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="td_qual"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;a class="name" href="http://www.plurk.com/bienamichelle"&gt;Supergirl&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="qualifier q_says"&gt;says&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td class="td_cnt"&gt;&lt;div class="text_holder"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.plurk.com/jessecenina" class="ex_link"&gt;Jeshiiko&lt;/a&gt;: Actually, natulog na nga ako, hoping for his text when I wake up pero wala pa din.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;" id="m70052982" class="plurk"&gt;&lt;table style="text-align: left; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;div id="plurk_cnt_70052982" class="plurk_cnt"&gt;&lt;table&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="td_qual"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;a class="name" href="http://www.plurk.com/dadz20"&gt;veronika ♥&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td class="td_cnt"&gt;&lt;div class="text_holder"&gt;ahwehhe pwede but life has to go on &lt;img src="http://static.plurk.com/static/emoticons/basic/smile.gif" class="emoticon" alt=":-)" height="18" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;" id="m70053203" class="plurk"&gt;&lt;table style="text-align: left; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;div id="plurk_cnt_70053203" class="plurk_cnt"&gt;&lt;table&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="td_qual"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;a class="name" href="http://www.plurk.com/dadz20"&gt;veronika ♥&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td class="td_cnt"&gt;&lt;div class="text_holder"&gt;ok mich &lt;img src="http://static.plurk.com/static/emoticons/basic/smile.gif" class="emoticon" alt=":-)" height="18" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;" id="m70054595" class="plurk highlight_owner"&gt;&lt;table style="text-align: left; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;div id="plurk_cnt_70054595" class="plurk_cnt"&gt;&lt;table&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="td_qual"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;a class="name" href="http://www.plurk.com/bienamichelle"&gt;Supergirl&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="qualifier q_says"&gt;says&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td class="td_cnt"&gt;&lt;div class="text_holder"&gt;magtetext din naman yun. siguroooo.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;" id="m70056456" class="plurk"&gt;&lt;table style="text-align: left; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;div id="plurk_cnt_70056456" class="plurk_cnt"&gt;&lt;table&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="td_qual"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;a class="name" href="http://www.plurk.com/dadz20"&gt;veronika ♥&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td class="td_cnt"&gt;&lt;div class="text_holder"&gt;tama think positive :0&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;" id="m70057605" class="plurk highlight_owner"&gt;&lt;table style="text-align: left; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;div id="plurk_cnt_70057605" class="plurk_cnt"&gt;&lt;table&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="td_qual"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;a class="name" href="http://www.plurk.com/bienamichelle"&gt;Supergirl&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="qualifier q_says"&gt;says&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td class="td_cnt"&gt;&lt;div class="text_holder"&gt;busy nga lang siguro. HAHA!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;" id="m70058882" class="plurk"&gt;&lt;table style="text-align: left; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;div id="plurk_cnt_70058882" class="plurk_cnt"&gt;&lt;table&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="td_qual"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;a class="name" href="http://www.plurk.com/dadz20"&gt;veronika ♥&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td class="td_cnt"&gt;&lt;div class="text_holder"&gt;ahehe pero he will find time ,..pag ganun&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;" id="m70059776" class="plurk highlight_owner"&gt;&lt;table style="text-align: left; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;div id="plurk_cnt_70059776" class="plurk_cnt"&gt;&lt;table&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="td_qual"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;a class="name" href="http://www.plurk.com/bienamichelle"&gt;Supergirl&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="qualifier q_says"&gt;says&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td class="td_cnt"&gt;&lt;div class="text_holder"&gt;yun na nga eh. First time kasi tong hindi talaga siya nagparamdam&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;" id="m70061823" class="plurk"&gt;&lt;table style="text-align: left; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;div id="plurk_cnt_70061823" class="plurk_cnt"&gt;&lt;table&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="td_qual"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;a class="name" href="http://www.plurk.com/dadz20"&gt;veronika ♥&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td class="td_cnt"&gt;&lt;div class="text_holder"&gt;awwww..may something..maybe he found out about the other guy&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;" id="m70063710" class="plurk highlight_owner"&gt;&lt;table style="text-align: left; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;div id="plurk_cnt_70063710" class="plurk_cnt"&gt;&lt;table&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="td_qual"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;a class="name" href="http://www.plurk.com/bienamichelle"&gt;Supergirl&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="qualifier q_says"&gt;says&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td class="td_cnt"&gt;&lt;div class="text_holder"&gt;hindi naman. kasi wala naman talagang 'other' guy. gumugulo lang yun sa utak ko.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;" id="m70063968" class="plurk highlight_owner"&gt;&lt;table style="text-align: left; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;div id="plurk_cnt_70063968" class="plurk_cnt"&gt;&lt;table&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="td_qual"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;a class="name" href="http://www.plurk.com/bienamichelle"&gt;Supergirl&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="qualifier q_says"&gt;says&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td class="td_cnt"&gt;&lt;div class="text_holder"&gt;ang gulo ng sitch ko no?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;" id="m70064945" class="plurk"&gt;&lt;table style="text-align: left; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;div id="plurk_cnt_70064945" class="plurk_cnt"&gt;&lt;table&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="td_qual"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;a class="name" href="http://www.plurk.com/dadz20"&gt;veronika ♥&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td class="td_cnt"&gt;&lt;div class="text_holder"&gt;ahhh...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;" id="m70065158" class="plurk"&gt;&lt;table style="text-align: left; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;div id="plurk_cnt_70065158" class="plurk_cnt"&gt;&lt;table&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="td_qual"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;a class="name" href="http://www.plurk.com/dadz20"&gt;veronika ♥&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td class="td_cnt"&gt;&lt;div class="text_holder"&gt;gets..magulo pag di malinaw.. &lt;img src="http://static.plurk.com/static/emoticons/basic/smile.gif" class="emoticon" alt=":-)" height="18" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;" id="m70066602" class="plurk highlight_owner"&gt;&lt;table style="text-align: left; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;div id="plurk_cnt_70066602" class="plurk_cnt"&gt;&lt;table&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="td_qual"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;a class="name" href="http://www.plurk.com/bienamichelle"&gt;Supergirl&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="qualifier q_says"&gt;says&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td class="td_cnt"&gt;&lt;div class="text_holder"&gt;Haha. Oo nga&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;" id="m70067312" class="plurk"&gt;&lt;table style="text-align: left; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;div id="plurk_cnt_70067312" class="plurk_cnt"&gt;&lt;table&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="td_qual"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;a class="name" href="http://www.plurk.com/dadz20"&gt;veronika ♥&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td class="td_cnt"&gt;&lt;div class="text_holder"&gt;kasi dapat pinag uusapan. &lt;img src="http://static.plurk.com/static/emoticons/basic/smile.gif" class="emoticon" alt=":-)" height="18" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;" id="m70067479" class="plurk"&gt;&lt;table style="text-align: left; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;div id="plurk_cnt_70067479" class="plurk_cnt"&gt;&lt;table&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="td_qual"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;a class="name" href="http://www.plurk.com/dadz20"&gt;veronika ♥&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td class="td_cnt"&gt;&lt;div class="text_holder"&gt;it's all in your mind ehh &lt;img src="http://static.plurk.com/static/emoticons/basic/smile.gif" class="emoticon" alt=":-)" height="18" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;" id="m70069829" class="plurk highlight_owner"&gt;&lt;table style="text-align: left; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;div id="plurk_cnt_70069829" class="plurk_cnt"&gt;&lt;table&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="td_qual"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;a class="name" href="http://www.plurk.com/bienamichelle"&gt;Supergirl&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="qualifier q_says"&gt;says&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td class="td_cnt"&gt;&lt;div class="text_holder"&gt;I'll just go wit the flow. Ayoko na lang mag-isip&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;" id="m70073129" class="plurk"&gt;&lt;table style="text-align: left; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;div id="plurk_cnt_70073129" class="plurk_cnt"&gt;&lt;table&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="td_qual"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;a class="name" href="http://www.plurk.com/dadz20"&gt;veronika ♥&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td class="td_cnt"&gt;&lt;div class="text_holder"&gt;&lt;img src="http://static.plurk.com/static/emoticons/basic/sad.gif" class="emoticon" alt=":-(" height="18" /&gt; tama ka&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;" id="m70073295" class="plurk"&gt;&lt;table style="text-align: left; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;div id="plurk_cnt_70073295" class="plurk_cnt"&gt;&lt;table&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="td_qual"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;a class="name" href="http://www.plurk.com/dadz20"&gt;veronika ♥&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td class="td_cnt"&gt;&lt;div class="text_holder"&gt;di ba pag network busy?patay yung phone or ginagamit?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;" id="m70073508" class="plurk highlight_owner"&gt;&lt;table style="text-align: left; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;div id="plurk_cnt_70073508" class="plurk_cnt"&gt;&lt;table&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="td_qual"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;a class="name" href="http://www.plurk.com/bienamichelle"&gt;Supergirl&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="qualifier q_says"&gt;says&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td class="td_cnt"&gt;&lt;div class="text_holder"&gt;Yup. Bakit?&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;table style="text-align: left; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="td_qual"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;a class="name" href="http://www.plurk.com/bienamichelle"&gt;Supergirl&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="qualifier q_says"&gt;says&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td class="td_cnt"&gt;&lt;div class="text_holder"&gt;Ay, mali pag the subscriber cannot be reached yun&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;Oh. Tsaka na yung iba. Ang dami palaaa. Hahaha! :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7561596720849945330-4825727219375486433?l=bienamagbitang.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bienamagbitang.blogspot.com/feeds/4825727219375486433/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bienamagbitang.blogspot.com/2010/02/plurk.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7561596720849945330/posts/default/4825727219375486433'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7561596720849945330/posts/default/4825727219375486433'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bienamagbitang.blogspot.com/2010/02/plurk.html' title='plurk!'/><author><name>Biena</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18133516880685078577</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-a0wNXRbDFjQ/Twwc30ryUKI/AAAAAAAAAI4/ppTtTfjgggo/s220/newsgirl.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7561596720849945330.post-6003747236535054374</id><published>2010-01-31T21:24:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-06-06T00:42:21.460+08:00</updated><title type='text'>FISH BOWL QUOTE by Pandayan Bookstore. Haha :)</title><content type='html'>TODAY: I'll work for something I believe in. :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7561596720849945330-6003747236535054374?l=bienamagbitang.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bienamagbitang.blogspot.com/feeds/6003747236535054374/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bienamagbitang.blogspot.com/2010/01/fish-bowl-quote-by-pandayan-bookstore.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7561596720849945330/posts/default/6003747236535054374'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7561596720849945330/posts/default/6003747236535054374'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bienamagbitang.blogspot.com/2010/01/fish-bowl-quote-by-pandayan-bookstore.html' title='FISH BOWL QUOTE by Pandayan Bookstore. Haha :)'/><author><name>Biena</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18133516880685078577</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-a0wNXRbDFjQ/Twwc30ryUKI/AAAAAAAAAI4/ppTtTfjgggo/s220/newsgirl.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7561596720849945330.post-4997246641492450188</id><published>2010-01-31T03:36:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-12-02T20:17:57.598+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='school'/><title type='text'>17 years.</title><content type='html'>I was asked to fill up a blue form for my application for graduation. So, I traveled back to Nueva Ecija last Friday to be able to pass it before the deadline on Monday. :)&lt;br /&gt;An item on the form really made me smile. It was asking how many years have I been studying in CIC. It has been 17 years. Seventeen long years and by April 8, 2010, my relationship with CIC will change from a student to an alumni.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I thought at first that it would be hard, as in breaking-up-with-your-first-boyfriend hard to say goodbye to the life I had in CIC and here in Nueva Ecija but I never thought it would be harder. My upcoming graduation is pressuring me -- I need to find a job soon. My dreams are right beside me but it is out of reach because I can't compose a single article when I use to write plenty. My team and the school paper still don't have a new EIC to replace me. These things are frustrating me at the moment. I'm just thankful that because despite of everything else, I know Daddy is here, helping and guiding me. I can feel him. He's always around.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let me just share with you my final Editor's Note. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;Hard to Say Goodbye&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Few months ago, I just turned 20 and I hated it. I felt so old because I wanted to be a teen forever. In the fantasy world, it would be very possible, I can live with Peter Pan in Neverland, take a sip from the fountain of youth, or like every girl wants nowadays -- ask Edward Cullens to bite me. Unfortunately, I don't live in books, films and myths, I live somewhere else and no one, I mean, no one in my world can escape ageing even if we use tons of beauty creams. We will definitely wither and pass away. Perhaps, that's why we, human beings must all live our lives to the fullest ecause there are no sequels, no rewinds and forver young is a lie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Twenty Years. Two decades. Two and zero. After some realizations, I can now truly accept the reality that I'm not a teen anymore, that I will have a bigger and better life ahead of me and that in months, I'll be leaving my second home for 17 years, CIC.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Graduating is one of the reasons why I wouldn't want to be 20. Not that I want to flunk and repeat all my subjects, I'm just anxious how life would be after CIC. I lived almost all my life in my comfort zone. Just imagine how will a person who never did experience anything but one can manage to go to a different place. Just imagine a person who grew up and come of age in one home leaving for another.Just imagine. Just imagine how hard would it be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They say, you shouldn't let go of the things you can never live without but what if you have no choice? What if letting go would mean your dream? Would you rather stay to live or leave for your dream?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is yet that one article I did the hardest, with teary-eyed and heavy breathing. It is because I hate goodbyes, I fear goodbyes, I never want to say goodbye but I'm about to and it's very very hard.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, before the part should I bid farewell, let me apologize to everyone I offended and express my gratitude to all the people who showed me love and support. I won't name names for I'll have to use the whole paper just to enumerate.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My dear schoolmates, no one knows how much of a sacrifice I did for this job as your Editor-in-Chief for three years, even if a job means getting paid in return for a service rendered, and I received not even a cent. I couldn't care less. This job rewarded me something much more than money, things you can never buy -- happiness and contentment. I enjoyed every minute of serving everyone of you and I hope that even a single article from any of the issues under my watch has touched your lives.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In life, we can only move forward but we can always look back and reminisce. After all, we are all created by our past. I may age unlike Peter Pan but I can think of happy thoughts like him, I won't be able to fly but I know I'll definitely feel the bliss enough for me to wander across the sky, even in my dreams. So, maybe, tomorrow, the day after even the months and years to come, I'll always look back to all the memories I have of CIC and The Immaculate.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let me leave you with these lines from a song, "In this journey made with you, hand-in-hand, we face a bright new day, to bring faith and hope and love to everyone. Let the Spirit Live! We are CICians, a gift to humanity."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;EIC no more,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Biena&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7561596720849945330-4997246641492450188?l=bienamagbitang.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bienamagbitang.blogspot.com/feeds/4997246641492450188/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bienamagbitang.blogspot.com/2010/01/17-years.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7561596720849945330/posts/default/4997246641492450188'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7561596720849945330/posts/default/4997246641492450188'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bienamagbitang.blogspot.com/2010/01/17-years.html' title='17 years.'/><author><name>Biena</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18133516880685078577</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-a0wNXRbDFjQ/Twwc30ryUKI/AAAAAAAAAI4/ppTtTfjgggo/s220/newsgirl.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7561596720849945330.post-2559963918629750687</id><published>2010-01-31T02:36:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-06-06T00:42:21.488+08:00</updated><title type='text'>You'll always be missed, DADDY. :)</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://profile.ak.fbcdn.net/v22939/148/84/n1476840420_3148.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 266px;" src="http://profile.ak.fbcdn.net/v22939/148/84/n1476840420_3148.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I tried to scribble a lot of things about Daddy, I started three articles, actually. But I haven't ended any. Perhaps, because in the middle of every piece, I'm starting to lose my heart as the writer inside me sets in. I'm more of a human being than a writer. I know, my heart is far more bigger than my brain that's why in everything I do, I give not just my best efforts, but all my heart because I believe that in order to have a job well done, you must not just satisfy others but satisfy yourself, as well. I'll never be satisfied with something I didn't put my heart into. My words will remain as words, my sentences may be complete but it will surely not convey a message. My composition will be meaningless. Perhaps, that's why I became an Editor-in-Chief, albeit I don't consider myself the best writer, even a good one, to that extent, I have the heart for writing what I know and giving my best without asking for any compensation. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can never complete an article for Daddy, that, I'm very sure of just now. Not because I can never give my heart to any write up I do for him, it's just that... it isn't enough. Even words aren't enough to explain the pain. Even our eyes can't hide it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Amidst everything, speaking to him in my mind is better than writing things about him. I know he's just here. I can feel him. Maybe in time, I'll be able to write something for him, after the pain has gone astray should my heart and skills alone will suffice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll be missing you, Daddy more than I miss you now.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7561596720849945330-2559963918629750687?l=bienamagbitang.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bienamagbitang.blogspot.com/feeds/2559963918629750687/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bienamagbitang.blogspot.com/2010/01/you-always-be-missed-daddy.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7561596720849945330/posts/default/2559963918629750687'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7561596720849945330/posts/default/2559963918629750687'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bienamagbitang.blogspot.com/2010/01/you-always-be-missed-daddy.html' title='You&amp;#39;ll always be missed, DADDY. :)'/><author><name>Biena</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18133516880685078577</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-a0wNXRbDFjQ/Twwc30ryUKI/AAAAAAAAAI4/ppTtTfjgggo/s220/newsgirl.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7561596720849945330.post-4859880285004469100</id><published>2010-01-30T01:47:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-12-02T20:17:11.881+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='politics'/><title type='text'>more than meets the eye</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_34Tst3xiTfs/S2Mfjn9H2PI/AAAAAAAAAAk/iAaR1ZkMazE/s1600-h/picture2+copy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 213px; CURSOR: pointer" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5432220272420182258" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_34Tst3xiTfs/S2Mfjn9H2PI/AAAAAAAAAAk/iAaR1ZkMazE/s320/picture2+copy.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;(images are from Google and I used Adobe Photoshop to put them together.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got a chance to &lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;meet&lt;/span&gt; Gordon and Bayani &lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;eye-to-eye&lt;/span&gt; when they guested in Mo Twister's show, IMO. I even asked someone to take a photo of me with the both of them. It was once in a lifetime, Ate Aiza said, and I agreed. I never thought I'll meet them again and even talk to them personally. I honestly consider these two tough guys as my 2010 bets. They can probably be our country's Transformers. But I don't know, I still am not sure. Can they really transform our nation for the better? I really am not sure. Perhaps, the campaign period isn't enough for us to know who the candidates really are. Even long term friends still don't know each other perfectly. Somehow, there'll still be something &lt;span style="font-size:+0;"&gt;that's&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt; more than meets the eye&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7561596720849945330-4859880285004469100?l=bienamagbitang.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bienamagbitang.blogspot.com/feeds/4859880285004469100/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bienamagbitang.blogspot.com/2010/01/more-than-meets-eye.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7561596720849945330/posts/default/4859880285004469100'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7561596720849945330/posts/default/4859880285004469100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bienamagbitang.blogspot.com/2010/01/more-than-meets-eye.html' title='more than meets the eye'/><author><name>Biena</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18133516880685078577</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-a0wNXRbDFjQ/Twwc30ryUKI/AAAAAAAAAI4/ppTtTfjgggo/s220/newsgirl.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_34Tst3xiTfs/S2Mfjn9H2PI/AAAAAAAAAAk/iAaR1ZkMazE/s72-c/picture2+copy.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7561596720849945330.post-4629834586583712123</id><published>2010-01-30T01:03:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-12-02T20:13:44.689+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='politics'/><title type='text'>lss!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_34Tst3xiTfs/S2MVMBR-rzI/AAAAAAAAAAc/S4vyWe7a4XQ/s1600-h/Untitled-1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 154px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 188px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5432208871785410354" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_34Tst3xiTfs/S2MVMBR-rzI/AAAAAAAAAAc/S4vyWe7a4XQ/s320/Untitled-1.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was currently enrolled on a Marketing Communications Class when Manny Villar's "PETIKS" ad rolled on almost every show there is on Philippine TV. It was undoubtedly a HIT. I honestly downloaded the full version of the song, registered on the Akala Mo website and even included the idea of having LSS with the jingle on my last Editor's note. Haha. Villar definitely had my vote just because of one song. Not just mine. But even other youth who suddenly have been hypnotized by a melody which original version didn't even reach the top of the hit charts.I was enthralled by the very idea. "So this is effective marketing communication,", I said to myself and it somehow helped me in acing the subject. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After long months, eto na naman ang bagong nakaka-LSS na kanta ni Manny Villar, with the line.. "Nakaligo ka na ba sa dagat ng basura?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hay nako. If not for the aftermath of Cory's death that Noynoy decided to ran as our nation's President, Villar's jingle will pave his way to the position he desires.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7561596720849945330-4629834586583712123?l=bienamagbitang.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bienamagbitang.blogspot.com/feeds/4629834586583712123/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bienamagbitang.blogspot.com/2010/01/lss.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7561596720849945330/posts/default/4629834586583712123'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7561596720849945330/posts/default/4629834586583712123'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bienamagbitang.blogspot.com/2010/01/lss.html' title='lss!'/><author><name>Biena</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18133516880685078577</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-a0wNXRbDFjQ/Twwc30ryUKI/AAAAAAAAAI4/ppTtTfjgggo/s220/newsgirl.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_34Tst3xiTfs/S2MVMBR-rzI/AAAAAAAAAAc/S4vyWe7a4XQ/s72-c/Untitled-1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7561596720849945330.post-2658461104805298951</id><published>2010-01-30T00:52:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-06-06T00:42:21.527+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='friends'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='politics'/><title type='text'>sino ang bestfriend mo doon?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_34Tst3xiTfs/S2MTcHDt1LI/AAAAAAAAAAM/l7RTK-m1oiU/s1600-h/bestfriend_300+copy+copy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 292px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_34Tst3xiTfs/S2MTcHDt1LI/AAAAAAAAAAM/l7RTK-m1oiU/s320/bestfriend_300+copy+copy.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5432206949190849714" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;(images are from Google and I used Adobe Photoshop to put them together)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nagtataka lang ako. Tunay pa kayang magkaibigan si Sen. Jinggoy Estrada at Sen. Bong Revilla? O sadyang magaling lang sila este si Sen. Bong na artista?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hay nako. Talagang talagang there are no permanent friends in politics but only permanent personal interest. :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7561596720849945330-2658461104805298951?l=bienamagbitang.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bienamagbitang.blogspot.com/feeds/2658461104805298951/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bienamagbitang.blogspot.com/2010/01/sino-ang-bestfriend-mo-doon.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7561596720849945330/posts/default/2658461104805298951'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7561596720849945330/posts/default/2658461104805298951'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bienamagbitang.blogspot.com/2010/01/sino-ang-bestfriend-mo-doon.html' title='sino ang bestfriend mo doon?'/><author><name>Biena</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18133516880685078577</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-a0wNXRbDFjQ/Twwc30ryUKI/AAAAAAAAAI4/ppTtTfjgggo/s220/newsgirl.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_34Tst3xiTfs/S2MTcHDt1LI/AAAAAAAAAAM/l7RTK-m1oiU/s72-c/bestfriend_300+copy+copy.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7561596720849945330.post-7105446110522646782</id><published>2010-01-30T00:27:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-06-06T00:42:21.540+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='love'/><title type='text'>WALA! wala! wala!</title><content type='html'>Pinipilit kong isipin kung marunong nga ba talaga akong magmahal?&lt;br /&gt;Tapos bigla kong naisip... Alam ko ba kung ano ba talaga ang definition ng pagmamahal?&lt;br /&gt;Tapos napaisip na naman ako. Tapos, tapos na ang entry na'to. Hehehehe. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;JOKE! Eh kasi naman walang pumapasok sa utak ko. Haha. Hanggang sa naisip ko na... WALA! Wala! Wala talaga akong lovelife. Hahaha.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7561596720849945330-7105446110522646782?l=bienamagbitang.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bienamagbitang.blogspot.com/feeds/7105446110522646782/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bienamagbitang.blogspot.com/2010/01/wala-wala-wala.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7561596720849945330/posts/default/7105446110522646782'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7561596720849945330/posts/default/7105446110522646782'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bienamagbitang.blogspot.com/2010/01/wala-wala-wala.html' title='WALA! wala! wala!'/><author><name>Biena</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18133516880685078577</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-a0wNXRbDFjQ/Twwc30ryUKI/AAAAAAAAAI4/ppTtTfjgggo/s220/newsgirl.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7561596720849945330.post-3073398494889305643</id><published>2010-01-29T05:51:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-12-02T20:21:43.996+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='random'/><title type='text'>nocturnal</title><content type='html'>I have this habit of posting an entry on how much of a nocturnal creature I am as I literally am a being of the night. I'm a sleep whenever the sun rises and wide awake when the moon's smiling at everyone. I know, I know I have to break this routine but.. let me just TRY it for the last time. :) It's 5:54 AM and I'm about to sleep. HAHAHA!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7561596720849945330-3073398494889305643?l=bienamagbitang.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bienamagbitang.blogspot.com/feeds/3073398494889305643/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bienamagbitang.blogspot.com/2010/01/nocturnal.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7561596720849945330/posts/default/3073398494889305643'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7561596720849945330/posts/default/3073398494889305643'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bienamagbitang.blogspot.com/2010/01/nocturnal.html' title='nocturnal'/><author><name>Biena</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18133516880685078577</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-a0wNXRbDFjQ/Twwc30ryUKI/AAAAAAAAAI4/ppTtTfjgggo/s220/newsgirl.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7561596720849945330.post-60758553772337181</id><published>2010-01-29T04:26:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-12-02T20:14:44.026+08:00</updated><title type='text'>GANUN NGA KASI YUN.</title><content type='html'>I'm currently twenty years of age and I can honestly say that I'm not someone who is so knowledgeable of the "S" word. Yeaa. I know, let's say it.. sex. So, while watching the first week of &lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;Kung Tayo'y Magkakalayo&lt;/span&gt;, although awkward I've been asking everyone how Kris learned that Kim Chiu isn't William's daughter but Gabby's? None answered me. They just laughed and said.. "Ganun talaga yun."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;GANUN TALAGA YUN?&lt;br /&gt;* Kasi ganun yun?&lt;br /&gt;* Kasi ganun nga?&lt;br /&gt;* O Kasi yun ang gusto ng script writer?&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm bewildered up to now but this news just confused me more!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;Polish Woman Sues Egyptian Hotel Claiming 13-Year-Old Daughter Got Pregnant From Swimming Pool&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;A woman is suing an Egyptian hotel claiming her daughter got pregnant — from using the swimming pool.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Magdalena Kwiatkowska's 13-year-old returned to Poland from their holiday expecting a baby.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Magdalena believes the teenager conceived from stray sperm after taking a dip in the hotel's mixed pool. She is now seeking compensation from the hotel.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A travel industry source said: "The mother is adamant that her daughter didn't meet any boys while she was there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"She is determined to go ahead with the case."&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gawd. Now I know why I shouldn't have studied in a Catholic School all my life!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7561596720849945330-60758553772337181?l=bienamagbitang.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bienamagbitang.blogspot.com/feeds/60758553772337181/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bienamagbitang.blogspot.com/2010/01/ganun-nga-kasi-yun.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7561596720849945330/posts/default/60758553772337181'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7561596720849945330/posts/default/60758553772337181'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bienamagbitang.blogspot.com/2010/01/ganun-nga-kasi-yun.html' title='GANUN NGA KASI YUN.'/><author><name>Biena</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18133516880685078577</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-a0wNXRbDFjQ/Twwc30ryUKI/AAAAAAAAAI4/ppTtTfjgggo/s220/newsgirl.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7561596720849945330.post-4801451864956461922</id><published>2010-01-29T03:55:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-06-06T00:42:21.584+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>IF YOU WANT IT SO MUCH, YOU HAVE TO DO THIS MUCH!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7561596720849945330-4801451864956461922?l=bienamagbitang.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bienamagbitang.blogspot.com/feeds/4801451864956461922/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bienamagbitang.blogspot.com/2010/01/if-you-want-it-so-much-you-have-to-do.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7561596720849945330/posts/default/4801451864956461922'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7561596720849945330/posts/default/4801451864956461922'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bienamagbitang.blogspot.com/2010/01/if-you-want-it-so-much-you-have-to-do.html' title=''/><author><name>Biena</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18133516880685078577</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-a0wNXRbDFjQ/Twwc30ryUKI/AAAAAAAAAI4/ppTtTfjgggo/s220/newsgirl.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7561596720849945330.post-3173975956440126389</id><published>2010-01-05T01:21:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-05T01:41:38.771+08:00</updated><title type='text'>2 0 0 9 :)</title><content type='html'>Yeah, I know, what I'm about to do is a cheat but I really am not in the mood for writing anything. Perhaps because I'll be writing a loooot for the next few days. Yes, for the nth and last time... for The Immaculate. I'll be like travelling from Manila to Cabanatuan next weekend just to finish my last issue as our Campus journal's Editor-in-Chief. It doesn't send chills down my spine anymore, especially when you are surrounded by lurking enemies (that will sooner or later copy paste my blog again and submit a complaint on every office our school has.) I don't want to call you my, our enemy/ies but you're treating us like one so, I might do the same... or NOT! Because I don't have any grudges against you. Haha. Whatever! As they say, the best way to treat an enemy is not to mind them. Haha. :) Happy New Year. LOL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, here's my real entry. Sorry, I just can't help but type in things, senseless or not whenever I'm alone infront of a computer. I just feel... FREE. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- - - - -&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2009: In The Beginning&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Where did you go on New Years? Home. I can still remember that I wear a marroon polo, black skinny jeans and suspenders that day. :)&lt;br /&gt;Did you kiss anyone on New Years? My little brother. :]&lt;br /&gt;Did you make any resolutions? I'm tired of those. Wala din naman ako maisip ilagay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2009: All about YOU&lt;br /&gt;Did you change at all this year? Absolutely.&lt;br /&gt;Did you dye your hair? Twice.&lt;br /&gt;Did you get your hair cut? About thrice.&lt;br /&gt;Did you change your style? I change style constantly.&lt;br /&gt;Were you in school? Of course.&lt;br /&gt;Did you get good grades? Uhm. Yes. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Did you have a job? Yeah, thanks to Patricia. :)&lt;br /&gt;Did anyone close to you give birth? Hmm. Can't think of any.&lt;br /&gt;Did you move at all? Nope&lt;br /&gt;Did you go on any vacations? Yeaa. More like a Seminar. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;Did you leave the country at all? Nope.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2009: Your Love Life&lt;br /&gt;Did you break up with anyone? Yes.&lt;br /&gt;Did you meet anyone special? Yeap.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2009: Friends and Enemies&lt;br /&gt;Did you meet any new friends this year? A lot.&lt;br /&gt;Did any of your friendships end? Unfortunately.&lt;br /&gt;Did you dislike anyone? HAHAHA. Yeah.&lt;br /&gt;Did you make any new enemies? Hm. Yeaa.&lt;br /&gt;Did you resolve any fights? Kind of.&lt;br /&gt;Did you grow apart from anyone? Sort of.&lt;br /&gt;Did you have any regrets when it comes to your friendships? IDK.. Nope.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In 2009 I...&lt;br /&gt;[x] Broke a promise&lt;br /&gt;[x] Fallen out of love&lt;br /&gt;[x] Lied&lt;br /&gt;[x] Went behind your parents back&lt;br /&gt;[x] upset over a relationship / upset over a broken heart&lt;br /&gt;[x] Disappointed someone close&lt;br /&gt;[x] Hid a secret&lt;br /&gt;[x] pretended to be happy&lt;br /&gt;[ ] Kissed in the rain&lt;br /&gt;[x] Slept under the stars&lt;br /&gt;[ ] Kept your new years resolution&lt;br /&gt;[] Forgot your new years resolution&lt;br /&gt;[x] Met someone who changed your life&lt;br /&gt;[x] Met one of your idols&lt;br /&gt;[x] Changed your outlook on life&lt;br /&gt;[x] Sat home all day doing nothing&lt;br /&gt;[x] Pretended to be sick&lt;br /&gt;[] Left the country&lt;br /&gt;[x] Almost died *lolololol&lt;br /&gt;[x] Given up something important to you&lt;br /&gt;[x] Learned something new about yourself&lt;br /&gt;[x] Tried something you normally wouldn't try and liked it&lt;br /&gt;[x] Made a change in your life&lt;br /&gt;[x] Found out who your true friends were&lt;br /&gt;[x] Met great people&lt;br /&gt;[x] Stayed up til sunrise&lt;br /&gt;[x] Cried over the silliest thing&lt;br /&gt;[] Was never home on weekends&lt;br /&gt;[x] Got into a car accident&lt;br /&gt;[x] Had friends who were drifting away from you.&lt;br /&gt;[ ] Had someone close to you die&lt;br /&gt;[x] Had a high cell phone bill&lt;br /&gt;[x] Spent most of your money on food&lt;br /&gt;[ ] Went to the beach with your best friend&lt;br /&gt;[x] Saw a celebrity&lt;br /&gt;[x] Gotten sick&lt;br /&gt;[x] Liked more than 5 people at the same time *lmao.&lt;br /&gt;[x] Made out in/on a car&lt;br /&gt;[ ] Kissed in the snow&lt;br /&gt;[x] Celebrated Halloween&lt;br /&gt;[x] Had your heart broken&lt;br /&gt;[x] Broke someone else's heart&lt;br /&gt;[x] Had a stalker&lt;br /&gt;[ ] Mooned someone&lt;br /&gt;[x] Went over the minutes on your cell phone&lt;br /&gt;[x] Had a good relationship with someone&lt;br /&gt;[] Someone questioned your sexual orientation&lt;br /&gt;[ ] Came out of the closet&lt;br /&gt;[ ] Gotten pregnant&lt;br /&gt;[ ] Had an abortion&lt;br /&gt;[x] Done something you've regretted&lt;br /&gt;[] Kissed under mistletoe&lt;br /&gt;[x] Painted a picture&lt;br /&gt;[x] Wrote a poem&lt;br /&gt;[x] Ran a mile&lt;br /&gt;[ ] Posted a blog on MySpace&lt;br /&gt;[x] Listened to music you couldn't stand.&lt;br /&gt;[x] Went to a sleepover&lt;br /&gt;[x] Laughed till you cried&lt;br /&gt;[x] laughed till you peed in your pants.&lt;br /&gt;[] Visited a foreign country&lt;br /&gt;[x] Cut in a line of waiting people&lt;br /&gt;[x] Told someone you were busy when you weren't&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. ?&lt;br /&gt;2. Have you had your birthday yet? Yea.&lt;br /&gt;3. Kissed two or more people in the same night? Hahahaha.&lt;br /&gt;4. Been on a diet? YES!&lt;br /&gt;5. Pulled an all nighter? Hmm..&lt;br /&gt;6. Drank Starbucks? Yeaa&lt;br /&gt;8. Bought something? Yes.&lt;br /&gt;9. Met someone special who changed your life? Ahuh.&lt;br /&gt;10. Been out of the province?  Yeap.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7561596720849945330-3173975956440126389?l=bienamagbitang.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bienamagbitang.blogspot.com/feeds/3173975956440126389/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bienamagbitang.blogspot.com/2010/01/2-0-0-9.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7561596720849945330/posts/default/3173975956440126389'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7561596720849945330/posts/default/3173975956440126389'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bienamagbitang.blogspot.com/2010/01/2-0-0-9.html' title='2 0 0 9 :)'/><author><name>Biena</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18133516880685078577</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-a0wNXRbDFjQ/Twwc30ryUKI/AAAAAAAAAI4/ppTtTfjgggo/s220/newsgirl.png'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7561596720849945330.post-8747514193067939257</id><published>2009-12-24T03:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-24T03:10:07.571+08:00</updated><title type='text'>HOME. :)</title><content type='html'>I wrote something a week ago about a thing that pissed me off for a while and I really planned to post it here. I don't know, but I can't find my eight-page masterpiece anywhere. Haha. I have to find it soon. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyhow, I'm finally HOOOOME. :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7561596720849945330-8747514193067939257?l=bienamagbitang.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bienamagbitang.blogspot.com/feeds/8747514193067939257/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bienamagbitang.blogspot.com/2009/12/home.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7561596720849945330/posts/default/8747514193067939257'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7561596720849945330/posts/default/8747514193067939257'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bienamagbitang.blogspot.com/2009/12/home.html' title='HOME. :)'/><author><name>Biena</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18133516880685078577</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-a0wNXRbDFjQ/Twwc30ryUKI/AAAAAAAAAI4/ppTtTfjgggo/s220/newsgirl.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7561596720849945330.post-7598815627606525426</id><published>2009-11-21T00:31:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-21T00:57:16.583+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='random'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='myself'/><title type='text'>SCHIZOPHRENIC.</title><content type='html'>So there was this item on the survey questionnaire of our thesis.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What kind of person are you?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a. introvert&lt;br /&gt;b. extrovert&lt;br /&gt;c. schizophrenic&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know it's weird or something but hell yeah, Emerick (my thesis partner) and I are weirdos. We admit we are but I never thought of putting the schizo-what-is-that category on the questionnaire. Just to let my friend-slash-thesis-partner-slash-classmate have his call on our thesis I let him put that category and amazingly, our thesis adviser approved it. LOL. I don't wanna say anything more about it.  Just, no comment. It's already done and I already have a good grade. Haha. Whatevs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So why the hell am I talking about this random stuff? Cz I totally believe that I'm an extrovert and I know everybody will agree on that. However, lately,  I think, maybe, just now... I'm suddenly feeling like a schizo myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have a dual personality which makes me confused and yet again, mystified.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm totally a different person when I'm with this person and another with  this. So, blame it to the I'm-so-adaptable-I-can-befriend-everyone-cz-I'm-like-Ms. Congeniality principle. I became this. The schizo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just wanna have my contract as in NOW. Hahaha. I can be this random you know. Cz, I'm a schizo. Talking about being schizophrenic then my OJT contract. Hahaha.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7561596720849945330-7598815627606525426?l=bienamagbitang.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bienamagbitang.blogspot.com/feeds/7598815627606525426/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bienamagbitang.blogspot.com/2009/11/schizophrenic.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7561596720849945330/posts/default/7598815627606525426'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7561596720849945330/posts/default/7598815627606525426'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bienamagbitang.blogspot.com/2009/11/schizophrenic.html' title='SCHIZOPHRENIC.'/><author><name>Biena</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18133516880685078577</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-a0wNXRbDFjQ/Twwc30ryUKI/AAAAAAAAAI4/ppTtTfjgggo/s220/newsgirl.png'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7561596720849945330.post-9096739469773384308</id><published>2009-10-12T02:08:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-12T02:10:02.684+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Birthday to me! :))</title><content type='html'>I just want to let the whole world know that it is.. well, it was my birthday yesterday that's why I posted this entry. Nothing more, nothing less. Haha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just can't explain what I'm feeling at the mo. This birthday isn't what I've expected it to be. :(&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7561596720849945330-9096739469773384308?l=bienamagbitang.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bienamagbitang.blogspot.com/feeds/9096739469773384308/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bienamagbitang.blogspot.com/2009/10/happy-birthday-to-me.html#comment-form' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7561596720849945330/posts/default/9096739469773384308'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7561596720849945330/posts/default/9096739469773384308'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bienamagbitang.blogspot.com/2009/10/happy-birthday-to-me.html' title='Happy Birthday to me! :))'/><author><name>Biena</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18133516880685078577</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-a0wNXRbDFjQ/Twwc30ryUKI/AAAAAAAAAI4/ppTtTfjgggo/s220/newsgirl.png'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7561596720849945330.post-7808177232166413362</id><published>2009-10-01T00:12:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-01T00:13:16.938+08:00</updated><title type='text'>UPDATE!</title><content type='html'>So much happened in the past few days of my life that I really can't summarize everything in just one post. Maybe that's the purpose of blogging everyday, so just you won't miss anything or worse, anyone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After several weeks, this is the only moment that I let myself put all my feelings into writing and as what I've told you earlier, many things happened, now I don't know what to feel.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BLISS?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Of course.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We just had our Team Building/Campus Journalism Seminar con Gimik-slash-Vacation last weekend and it was all fun ( and jealousy, I think? HAHAHA!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The release of our latest issue was a SUCCESS. 'nuff said.&lt;br /&gt;We finally made everyone realize the 'Power of the Press'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have a boyfriend who loves me. I know he does. :))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My bestfriend has a girlfriend too and he's perfectly happy. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MELANCHOLY?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Perhaps.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll be twenteen in a week's time. OH NO! :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My family still have 'problems'.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I lost a 'friend'. Someone who always makes me feel my worth... or NOT!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CONFUSION?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Uhh..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Russel.. Please explain. Hahaha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;EXCITEMENT?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh Definitely!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It feels like I'm reading a really good book or following a addictive series. Or let's just say, I'm reading Meg Cabot/ Rachel Cohn&amp;amp;David Levithan or watching Gossip Girl/Smallville. Hm. We can simply put it like this, we are playing chess and I can't wait for their next move.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PROBLEMATIC?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh gawd.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our Documentary still needs a lot of editing. UGH! Talk about brain drain!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our thesis... well, I dunno about our thesis. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;__&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let's just stop here. My mind can't think of anything already. Haha! :))&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7561596720849945330-7808177232166413362?l=bienamagbitang.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bienamagbitang.blogspot.com/feeds/7808177232166413362/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bienamagbitang.blogspot.com/2009/10/update.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7561596720849945330/posts/default/7808177232166413362'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7561596720849945330/posts/default/7808177232166413362'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bienamagbitang.blogspot.com/2009/10/update.html' title='UPDATE!'/><author><name>Biena</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18133516880685078577</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-a0wNXRbDFjQ/Twwc30ryUKI/AAAAAAAAAI4/ppTtTfjgggo/s220/newsgirl.png'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7561596720849945330.post-6695768543596004047</id><published>2009-09-30T22:46:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-12-02T20:22:09.140+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life lessons'/><title type='text'>O N E</title><content type='html'>It has been over a month since I last posted something in my blog and it was to simply announce that I have no time for writing for a while. I'm too busy doing things I have to do. My mind is clouded with so much ideas, some of which will not be put into real life simply because I have no time. Ugh, sucks, right? Indeed, I ate more than I can chew which really frustrates me at the moment. Have you ever felt that you can do more than what you are doing now, that you can act and sing instead of just singing or acting alone but you just can't because you SIMPLY have to F O C U S? If yes, then we  are alike. I always feel that I can do more things than what I am doing now but I just can't... I just can't and it REALLY frustrates me BIGTIME! Tss. I'm not proud to say this but I have to admit that I sometimes am greedy. Idk. I just feel that I can do things better than anyone else (Blair Waldorf Syndrome, anyone?) which reminds me of... " Once again, the world has proven, what you can do, I can do better." -- one of Blair Waldorf's line in Gossip Girl. Haha! Whatevs. I can really imagine myself saying those lines. Boohoo! However, my Marketing class thought me one thing -- to be able to be successful in your field, you must choose just one segment in your market and concentrate. Just one. Maybe that's the answer. One. Perhaps, noone can really have everything.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7561596720849945330-6695768543596004047?l=bienamagbitang.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bienamagbitang.blogspot.com/feeds/6695768543596004047/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bienamagbitang.blogspot.com/2009/09/o-n-e.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7561596720849945330/posts/default/6695768543596004047'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7561596720849945330/posts/default/6695768543596004047'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bienamagbitang.blogspot.com/2009/09/o-n-e.html' title='O N E'/><author><name>Biena</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18133516880685078577</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-a0wNXRbDFjQ/Twwc30ryUKI/AAAAAAAAAI4/ppTtTfjgggo/s220/newsgirl.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7561596720849945330.post-2824162368895269958</id><published>2009-08-13T05:22:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-13T05:27:49.633+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Challenge. Haha!</title><content type='html'>I so wasted so much of my time doing nothing in front of the monitor. Geez. I told myself that I'll be doing the things I HAVE TO. But unfortunately, I DID NOT. Well, I will cz I really have to but I wasted my time just lurking around SNS sites, thinking of things that don't matter and looking at &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;his&lt;/span&gt; photo. Forgive me, guys but I miss him so! Haha. :))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So there, I still have lots of things to do and I'm formally challenging myself to finish it in half an hour or I'll deprive myself of a deep slumber today. Hahaha. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To the people who visited my blog, thank you veryyy much. I promise to hit yours soon. Medyo sabaw at lutang lang talaga ang lola niyo ngayon. Hahaha!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7561596720849945330-2824162368895269958?l=bienamagbitang.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bienamagbitang.blogspot.com/feeds/2824162368895269958/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bienamagbitang.blogspot.com/2009/08/challenge-haha.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7561596720849945330/posts/default/2824162368895269958'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7561596720849945330/posts/default/2824162368895269958'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bienamagbitang.blogspot.com/2009/08/challenge-haha.html' title='The Challenge. Haha!'/><author><name>Biena</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18133516880685078577</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-a0wNXRbDFjQ/Twwc30ryUKI/AAAAAAAAAI4/ppTtTfjgggo/s220/newsgirl.png'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7561596720849945330.post-1800659107734719503</id><published>2009-07-23T02:39:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2011-12-02T20:25:34.216+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='random'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='school'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='love'/><title type='text'>Beating the LIFELINE!</title><content type='html'>I was busy these past few days with lots of things cluttering up my mind. Haha! I can't really think of things to write on my blog so I just left it undated which kind of depressed me. I love to write but why can't I think of something to write? HAHAHA! Whatever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow, I mean later is gonna be our deadline, (we actually call it LIFELINE in our school paper cz, kidding aside, we want it to be alive.. not dead. HAHAHA!) and I'm done with my Editor's note, just that cz the other things won't be done until later cz the interviews are scheduled tomorrow, rather later. HAHAHA! I just can't help but feel ECSTATIC about this issue. This is something really new to us. We finally are stepping out of our boxes. Gyera na talaga ito. I can feel the tension even just now. I could only imagine what will happen after it is published. I definitely know you can't understand me, let me explain. So, there's an on-going secret-not-so-secret-slash-plastikan-war happening between our org, the school paper and our neighbor, the student council. We, perhaps have different points-of-view on things and now, we are finally tackling what we know on the paper, objectively. So, talk about an all out war, right? Haha! I don't know what to feel! I'm full of emotions. Haha! &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Plus the fact that in two days, it will be the 25th of the month. &lt;/span&gt;♥&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gaaah. I don't know if you understood me. I drank lots of coffee. High na high ako ngayon.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7561596720849945330-1800659107734719503?l=bienamagbitang.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bienamagbitang.blogspot.com/feeds/1800659107734719503/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bienamagbitang.blogspot.com/2009/07/beating-lifeline.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7561596720849945330/posts/default/1800659107734719503'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7561596720849945330/posts/default/1800659107734719503'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bienamagbitang.blogspot.com/2009/07/beating-lifeline.html' title='Beating the LIFELINE!'/><author><name>Biena</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18133516880685078577</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-a0wNXRbDFjQ/Twwc30ryUKI/AAAAAAAAAI4/ppTtTfjgggo/s220/newsgirl.png'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7561596720849945330.post-5139677174776967092</id><published>2009-07-07T20:22:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-07T20:27:51.197+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='random'/><title type='text'>Scheduled Sickness. T_T</title><content type='html'>If there's one thing I am famous of when I'm in grade school, that is I have a Friday sickness. I always am out on Fridays and when I reached High School, I changed the day to Tuesdays. LOL. I have myriad of reasons but some of them are unacceptable. Either I over slept or I haven't slept yet but most of the time, TINATAMAD lang ako. Haha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, IDK if this is Karma or what but I have a fever AGAIN it hadn't been a month even since I last had one. Gaah. I hope to be able to go to school tomorrow. I have loads of work to do. T.T&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7561596720849945330-5139677174776967092?l=bienamagbitang.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bienamagbitang.blogspot.com/feeds/5139677174776967092/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bienamagbitang.blogspot.com/2009/07/scheduled-sickness-tt.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7561596720849945330/posts/default/5139677174776967092'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7561596720849945330/posts/default/5139677174776967092'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bienamagbitang.blogspot.com/2009/07/scheduled-sickness-tt.html' title='Scheduled Sickness. T_T'/><author><name>Biena</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18133516880685078577</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-a0wNXRbDFjQ/Twwc30ryUKI/AAAAAAAAAI4/ppTtTfjgggo/s220/newsgirl.png'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7561596720849945330.post-7445647590902767881</id><published>2009-06-26T21:21:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-26T21:34:26.854+08:00</updated><title type='text'>How about some little help?</title><content type='html'>I'm helping a friend to win an online popularity contest but unfortunately, it has a strict rule of one vote per IP address. Well, to make it more credible, perhaps. So, I'm now asking for your help. :D&lt;br /&gt;Please help him win. :))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.summerichiban.com/bikini_open_vote.html"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.summerichiban.com/images/bikini_button.gif" alt="Vote Now" longdesc="http://www.summerichiban.com/bikini_open_vote.html" height="80" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Click the button above this and select the name &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;BENSON HILL &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;which, I believe is the last name on the list. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THANKS! ;]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&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/7561596720849945330-7445647590902767881?l=bienamagbitang.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bienamagbitang.blogspot.com/feeds/7445647590902767881/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bienamagbitang.blogspot.com/2009/06/hey-hey-hey-how-about-some-little-help.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7561596720849945330/posts/default/7445647590902767881'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7561596720849945330/posts/default/7445647590902767881'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bienamagbitang.blogspot.com/2009/06/hey-hey-hey-how-about-some-little-help.html' title='How about some little help?'/><author><name>Biena</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18133516880685078577</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-a0wNXRbDFjQ/Twwc30ryUKI/AAAAAAAAAI4/ppTtTfjgggo/s220/newsgirl.png'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7561596720849945330.post-6902211864852830875</id><published>2009-06-24T03:54:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-24T04:07:17.181+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Thanks, Mum! :)</title><content type='html'>I'm currently undergoing some major 'friendship' problems as stated on one of my previous post. I actually don't care about it at all, though I'm still hearing bad feed backs from trusted informers and sources. I really can't understand myself. I'm not mad even. I don't really wanna fight anymore. I think it's just too lame. But a while ago, I was busy chatting with my Mom (we chat for hours everyday and now we talked until 2am, I think), I blurted out some things that lead to this problem of mine. My Mom is like my best friend, she knows almost everything about me. She is aware of what's happening and told me once that I should just stop thinking about it. But tonight was different, when she knew that THE GIRL was spreading rumors about me (e.g. that I was I tramp [Oh it sounds better in English but too bad she does say it in Tagalog, "&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;ganunin DAW ako&lt;/span&gt;"], I'm a bad friend and so on.) she turned furious and told me that I should not take this for granted cz THE GIRL is already hitting me below the belt. She even wanted to talk to some of our schools Admins (our Dean and Student Services Head) who happen to be her friends. I told her that I can take care of this myself and I won't let this things ruin me. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I REALLY DON'T CARE about everything that's happening and I can't understand myself why. All I know is that I'm very grateful that despite everything, I'm not affected and I now know who my TRUE friends are.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just wanna thank my Mom for all her support and for being the best-est best friend in the whole world. :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7561596720849945330-6902211864852830875?l=bienamagbitang.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bienamagbitang.blogspot.com/feeds/6902211864852830875/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bienamagbitang.blogspot.com/2009/06/thanks-mum.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7561596720849945330/posts/default/6902211864852830875'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7561596720849945330/posts/default/6902211864852830875'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bienamagbitang.blogspot.com/2009/06/thanks-mum.html' title='Thanks, Mum! :)'/><author><name>Biena</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18133516880685078577</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-a0wNXRbDFjQ/Twwc30ryUKI/AAAAAAAAAI4/ppTtTfjgggo/s220/newsgirl.png'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7561596720849945330.post-8557420622397691695</id><published>2009-06-23T03:40:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-23T03:45:56.389+08:00</updated><title type='text'>APOLOGIES!</title><content type='html'>Hello, friends! I'm very sorry for not attending to your concerns lately. :D&lt;br /&gt;I'm busy arranging my new class schedule and my new room. Wee. :))&lt;br /&gt;Along side with those busy-ness was my eagernes to make up to my fellow Teentalkers. I put up a new blog dedicated to my online advice thread. You can visit it if you like. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;CLICK:&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://dearhelp.co.nr/"&gt;DEAR HELP &lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I will...&lt;br /&gt;link everyone who linked me.&lt;br /&gt;visit the pages of everyone who visited me.&lt;br /&gt;bloghop and read some posts...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;TOMORROW.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7561596720849945330-8557420622397691695?l=bienamagbitang.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bienamagbitang.blogspot.com/feeds/8557420622397691695/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bienamagbitang.blogspot.com/2009/06/apologies.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7561596720849945330/posts/default/8557420622397691695'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7561596720849945330/posts/default/8557420622397691695'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bienamagbitang.blogspot.com/2009/06/apologies.html' title='APOLOGIES!'/><author><name>Biena</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18133516880685078577</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-a0wNXRbDFjQ/Twwc30ryUKI/AAAAAAAAAI4/ppTtTfjgggo/s220/newsgirl.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7561596720849945330.post-88457461970914977</id><published>2009-06-20T03:12:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-20T03:15:30.737+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='family'/><title type='text'>HAPPY 20th, Mom and Dad!</title><content type='html'>This was a late post. :D Their Anniversary was last 17th and it went well. Our whole family and my brother's girlfriend ate dinner in my Mom's fave resto. Haha. It was nice. :))&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7561596720849945330-88457461970914977?l=bienamagbitang.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bienamagbitang.blogspot.com/feeds/88457461970914977/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bienamagbitang.blogspot.com/2009/06/happy-20th-anniv-mom-and-dad.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7561596720849945330/posts/default/88457461970914977'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7561596720849945330/posts/default/88457461970914977'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bienamagbitang.blogspot.com/2009/06/happy-20th-anniv-mom-and-dad.html' title='HAPPY 20th, Mom and Dad!'/><author><name>Biena</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18133516880685078577</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-a0wNXRbDFjQ/Twwc30ryUKI/AAAAAAAAAI4/ppTtTfjgggo/s220/newsgirl.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7561596720849945330.post-813325593181674599</id><published>2009-06-16T00:05:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-16T01:01:35.565+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='random'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='school'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='friends'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='rants'/><title type='text'>That's what FRIENDS are for?!</title><content type='html'>I honestly admit that I don't have enough time for my blog nowadays. I'm too busy spending my first last days in school. Pretty confusing? Well, I'll be graduating, oh yes, I'm sure I'll be marching on March to the tune of tan tanananan tanananan tanan tantanan tanan.. Whatever. Haha! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The past days have been ordinarily extraordinary and I still am sick. Gahh.I should be sleeping by this time but I really have to let these things out and I'm doing it in &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Filipino&lt;/span&gt;. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hindi ako makapaniwalang may tao pa lang mananakit ng isang taong walang kasalanan at higit sa lahat ay malapit sa kanyang puso para makuha niya lang ang minimithi. Akala ko noon, sa pelikula, drama at kathang-isip lang ang ideyang iyon dahil kung tutuusin ay ibang usapan na kapag nahaluan ng pagmamahal ang iba't-ibang mga bagay. Ayokong maniwala pero nasa harap ko na ang katotohanan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nag-ugat ang lahat ng ito sa isang simpleng alitan naming magkaibigan. Mali naman talaga ang manggamit ng ibang tao upang makuha ang gusto natin di ba? At higit sa lahat ay mali ang manloko ng tao para sa sarili nating kapakanan. Mali ring palabasing masama ang ugali ng isa nating kaibigan upang maging maganda at kaawa awa tayo sa nakakarami at lalong mali na saktan natin ang isang tao kung ayaw niyang sumunod sa gusto natin. Physical torture ba 'kamo? Ang sugat na dulot nun ay nagagamot at naghihilom yun sa tagal ng panahon. Maaring mag-iwan ito ng peklat o bakas ngunit, darating ang panahon na hindi na kikirot at mawawala na din ang sakit. Pero, alam nating lahat na ang Emotional Torture ay isang bagay na hindi naghihilom katulad ng mga sugat at pasa sa ating katawan. Maaring mapatawad natin ang nagkasala ngunit maaaring hindi kailanman mawala ang sakit at kirot na dulot nito. Hindi ako nagmamarunong ngunit mali na ang mga bagay na nakikita ko sa paligid ko kaya't minarapat ko na ituwid ang mga ito. Ayoko ng idetalye pa kung ano at bakit nagkaganito ang mga bagay ngunit alam ko sa sarili ko na wala akong inapakang tao dahil ang tanging kasalanang ginawa ko lang ay ang magsabi ng katotohanan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Naapektuhan ng husto ang kaibigan kong gumawa ng pagkakamaling ito. Akala ko sa mga susunod na araw ay magakkabati rin kami dahil mapagaalaman niya sa sarili niya kung ano ang mga maling bagay na ginawa niya at mag-uusap kami at tatawanan na lamang ang mga ito. Makailang linggo o araw din ay wala akong narinig o natanggap na mensahe mula sa kanya at sa isang kaibigan naming malapit sa kanya. Gusto ko sanang pumunta sa eskwelahan para makausap sila tulad ng dati dahil kasalukuyan silang kumukuha ng Summer Classes ngunit natigilan na din ako dahil naisip ko na baka hindi pa panahon upang kami ay magkita. Maaring may mga sugat pang naiwan na kailangan magsara muna at maghilom upang makatawa kaming muli ng magkasama.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kanina ko na lang nalaman na binabawalan na pala niyang makipagkaibigan sa akin ang kaibigan namin malapit sa kanya ngunit hindi ito pumayag. Nalaman ko din na may nananakot sa kaibigan naming iyon ukol sa isang sikretong mas marami pa ang daliri ko sa nakakaalam at ang taong iyon ay hindi man tahasan ngunit ako ang tinuturong salarin sa pagbunyag ng katotohanang matagal na itinago ng kaibigan kong iyon sa madla. Hindi ito isang krimen ngunit importante lang talaga sa kaibigan ko na walang makaalam ng bagay na iyon kundi kami. Masakit man sa amin, ngunit lahat ng ebidensyang aming nakalap ay nagtuturong ang kaibigan kong nakaaway ang may gawa gawa ng pananakot sa isa ko pang kaibigan. Hindi ko siya hinuhusgahan o kung ano man, ayoko ring maniwalang siya nga ang totoong may sala ngunit lumalabas na ganun na nga.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pinalagpas ko nang nag-group message niya sa lahat ng contacts niya, maliban sa akin na tinatawag akong &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;SCAMP &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;at &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;DULLARD&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;. Pagtawanan niyo na ako pero hindi ko alam ang ibig sabihin nito kundi ko pa hinanap.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;SCAMP - a name to call someone who is a mixture of both a skank and a tramp.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DULLARD - a stupid or annoyingly ignorant person. &lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aaminin kong masakit ngunit pagkatapos ng ilang minuto ay tumawa na lang ako sa mga pahayag niyang ito.  Baka dala lang ng sobrang pagkainis o galit ang nagawa niyang 'yan. Ngunit hindi ko mapapalagpas ang paggamit niya sa kahinaan ng kaibigan namin para masunod lang ang gusto niyang magalit ito sa akin. Mahirap magbintang ngunit sa lahat ng sinabi ng mga kaibigan namin ay lumalabas na ginawa niya lang lahat ng ito upang masira ako.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nakasalubong ko siya sa Mall kanina. Ngumiti ako. Alam kong may kinikimkim talaga siyang galit sa akin. Karaniwan tuwing nagkikita kami ay malayo palang humihiyaw na siya payakap sa akin. Iba kanina. Ngumiti lang siya na parang sumisibi pa nga. Nagulat ako na walang galit sa puso ko ang nabuo sa mga pangyayari kundi awa at panghihinayang. Naaawa ako sa kanya dahil alam kong, ngayon, kaming nakakasama niya sa araw araw at nagmamahal sa kanya ay may hinanakit na sa kanya. Mahirap ng buuin ang tiwalang nasira, sabi nga nila. Parang basong nabasag... idikit mo man ay may lamat pa din. Nanghihinayang ako sa tatlong taong tawanan, hagikgikan at walang katupusang kwentuhan na pinagsaluhan namin at ayokong masira ito dahil sa mga bagay na kasing babaw ng pagtatalo sa lalaki. Hindi ko kailanman inentensyong agawin o kunin kung sino man ang lalaking gusto niya dahil hindi ko ugaling maglandi sa kung sino sino. Nagkataon lang na ako ang minahal ng lalaking gusto niya ngunit alam ng Diyos na kahit may mga panahong nahuhulog na ang loob ko sa lalaking iyon ay pinigilan ko dahil higit ang pagmamahal ko sa kaibigan ko kaysa sa isang lalaking kailan ko lang naman nakilala.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Matagal ko ng alam na may mga tao talagang di makatanggap ng sarili nilang pagkakamali dahil madalas kung minsan ay isa ako sa mga iyon. Hindi ko maamin sa sarili ko na mas magaling o mas tama ang ideolohiya ng iba kaysa sa mga iniisip at pinaniniwalaan ko. Subalit, darating at darating din naman ang panahon at mapagtatanto ko na minsan... nagkakamali din ako. Gasgas man, pero totoo. HINDI AKO PERPEKTO. Kaya umaasa ako na darating din ang panahon at mapapagtanto din ng kaibigan ko ang mga pagkakamali niyang nagawa sa amin. :) Inaamin ko na hindi lang siya ang dapat sisihin sa mga naganap. Maaring may kasalanan din ako, o ang iba sa amin. Pero hindi na kaso yun sa ngayon. Ang sa akin na lang ngayon ay matanggap niya kung ano mang pagkakamali ang nagawa niya at makapagbulaybulay upang mabago ang mga gawi niyang ito upang hindi na maulit pa muli.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hindi ako nagmamalinis, nagpapakaplastic o nagpapaawa. Gusto ko lang ibahagi sa lahat ang munting istoryang nagaganap sa buhay ko ngayon. At sana ay maging makabuluhan ang pagbabasa mo nito. :]&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7561596720849945330-813325593181674599?l=bienamagbitang.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bienamagbitang.blogspot.com/feeds/813325593181674599/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bienamagbitang.blogspot.com/2009/06/thats-what-friends-are-for.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7561596720849945330/posts/default/813325593181674599'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7561596720849945330/posts/default/813325593181674599'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bienamagbitang.blogspot.com/2009/06/thats-what-friends-are-for.html' title='That&apos;s what FRIENDS are for?!'/><author><name>Biena</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18133516880685078577</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-a0wNXRbDFjQ/Twwc30ryUKI/AAAAAAAAAI4/ppTtTfjgggo/s220/newsgirl.png'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7561596720849945330.post-4609160718485947481</id><published>2009-06-11T01:32:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-11T02:45:24.080+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='random'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='school'/><title type='text'>SCHED, Baby!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://tinypic.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i39.tinypic.com/v5eukj.jpg" alt= border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7561596720849945330-4609160718485947481?l=bienamagbitang.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bienamagbitang.blogspot.com/feeds/4609160718485947481/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bienamagbitang.blogspot.com/2009/06/sched-baby.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7561596720849945330/posts/default/4609160718485947481'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7561596720849945330/posts/default/4609160718485947481'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bienamagbitang.blogspot.com/2009/06/sched-baby.html' title='SCHED, Baby!'/><author><name>Biena</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18133516880685078577</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-a0wNXRbDFjQ/Twwc30ryUKI/AAAAAAAAAI4/ppTtTfjgggo/s220/newsgirl.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i39.tinypic.com/v5eukj_th.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7561596720849945330.post-488084384563361797</id><published>2009-06-11T00:51:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2011-12-02T20:20:44.739+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='random'/><title type='text'>Whatevs. Haha!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_84DpmaWTUXI/Si_lL0oH3MI/AAAAAAAAACA/LpAwnI5px-Q/s1600-h/dd.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 306px; CURSOR: pointer" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5345743273980320962" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_84DpmaWTUXI/Si_lL0oH3MI/AAAAAAAAACA/LpAwnI5px-Q/s320/dd.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;I totally love this shot so I wanna share it with everyone. LOL. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7561596720849945330-488084384563361797?l=bienamagbitang.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bienamagbitang.blogspot.com/feeds/488084384563361797/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bienamagbitang.blogspot.com/2009/06/whatevs-haha.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7561596720849945330/posts/default/488084384563361797'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7561596720849945330/posts/default/488084384563361797'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bienamagbitang.blogspot.com/2009/06/whatevs-haha.html' title='Whatevs. Haha!'/><author><name>Biena</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18133516880685078577</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-a0wNXRbDFjQ/Twwc30ryUKI/AAAAAAAAAI4/ppTtTfjgggo/s220/newsgirl.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_84DpmaWTUXI/Si_lL0oH3MI/AAAAAAAAACA/LpAwnI5px-Q/s72-c/dd.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7561596720849945330.post-2214451581538683953</id><published>2009-06-10T01:40:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2011-12-02T20:29:05.411+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='love'/><title type='text'>BITTER</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;Here I am, composing songs AGAIN. LOL. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hate to see you smiling&lt;br /&gt;cz it feels like dying.&lt;br /&gt;I hate to see your face&lt;br /&gt;it reminds me of our days.&lt;br /&gt;And oh i hate to see you laughing,&lt;br /&gt;while I'm here.. All alone and crying.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153); font-weight: bold;"&gt;CHORUS&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh oh why did you have to leave me?&lt;br /&gt;Oh no.. Without even saying bye and sorry.&lt;br /&gt;Oh oh why you left me broken&lt;br /&gt;oh no, without notice or a farewell even?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153); font-weight: bold;"&gt;II&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Did you really love me?&lt;br /&gt;Then why you wanted to be free?&lt;br /&gt;Did you feel the spark&lt;br /&gt;when we held hands in the park?&lt;br /&gt;And oh did you feel the magic?&lt;br /&gt;When your lips touched mine or was it all a trick?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;REPEAT CHORUS&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153); font-weight: bold;"&gt;REFRAIN&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And now we're done..&lt;br /&gt;And you are gone..&lt;br /&gt;Tell me, what you should I do&lt;br /&gt;so I can forget you..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102); font-weight: bold;"&gt;CHORUS&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div 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title='BITTER'/><author><name>Biena</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18133516880685078577</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-a0wNXRbDFjQ/Twwc30ryUKI/AAAAAAAAAI4/ppTtTfjgggo/s220/newsgirl.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7561596720849945330.post-1816127016782741322</id><published>2009-06-08T21:41:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2011-12-02T20:29:24.587+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='love'/><title type='text'>RAVISHING BOY</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Every night, I see you in my dreams,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;In it, you always are my prince.&lt;br /&gt;A happily ever after, so it seems&lt;br /&gt;Forever with this ravishing boy in jeans.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I waited long enough for you&lt;br /&gt;And I'm now surrendering.&lt;br /&gt;You'll never say you love me too,&lt;br /&gt;My fairy tale's now ending.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And tonight, as I lay on my bed,&lt;br /&gt;I fear to dream of you.&lt;br /&gt;For after all the tears I shed,&lt;br /&gt;I know, I will again love you.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7561596720849945330-1816127016782741322?l=bienamagbitang.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bienamagbitang.blogspot.com/feeds/1816127016782741322/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bienamagbitang.blogspot.com/2009/06/ravishing-boy.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7561596720849945330/posts/default/1816127016782741322'/><link rel='self' 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friends list?&lt;br /&gt;YES&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q: Been arrested?&lt;br /&gt;NO&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q: Do you like someone?&lt;br /&gt;YES&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q: Held a snake?&lt;br /&gt;NO&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q: Been suspended from school?&lt;br /&gt;NO&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q: Sang karaoke?&lt;br /&gt;YES&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q: Done something you told yourself you wouldn't do?&lt;br /&gt;YES&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q: Laughed until you started crying?&lt;br /&gt;YES&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q: Caught a snowflake on your tongue?&lt;br /&gt;NO&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q: Kissed in the rain?&lt;br /&gt;NO&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q: Sang in the shower?&lt;br /&gt;YES&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q: Sat on a roof top?&lt;br /&gt;YES&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q: Been pushed into a pool with all your clothes on?&lt;br /&gt;YES&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q: Broken a bone?&lt;br /&gt;YES&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q: Shaved your head?&lt;br /&gt;NO&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q: Played a prank on someone?&lt;br /&gt;YES&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q: Shot a gun?&lt;br /&gt;YES&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q: Donated Blood?&lt;br /&gt;NO&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LAST PERSON.&lt;br /&gt;1. You hung out with?&lt;br /&gt;- Ate Aiza&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. You texted?&lt;br /&gt;- Gin&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. You were in a car with?&lt;br /&gt;- My family&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. Went to the movies with?&lt;br /&gt;- My fam&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. Person you went to shop with?&lt;br /&gt;- CJ&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. You talked on the phone?&lt;br /&gt;- My grandma&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. Made you laugh?&lt;br /&gt;- Joseph&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. You hugged?&lt;br /&gt;- Joseph&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ANSWER TRUTHFULLY.&lt;br /&gt;1. Sun or moon?&lt;br /&gt;- Moon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Winter or Fall?&lt;br /&gt;- Winter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Left or Right?&lt;br /&gt;- Right.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. Sunny or rainy?&lt;br /&gt;- Rainy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. Where do you live?&lt;br /&gt;- Cabanatuan City&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. Club or pub?&lt;br /&gt;- None&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. Are there 1 or 2 people who you can always trust and rely on?&lt;br /&gt;- Absolutely.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. Do you want to get married?&lt;br /&gt;- Of course.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. Do you twirl your spaghetti or cut it?&lt;br /&gt;- Twirl.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. What time is it?&lt;br /&gt;- 10:02PM&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11. Are you afraid of commitment?&lt;br /&gt;- Not really.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12. What is your greatest hope/wish?&lt;br /&gt;- To be a princess. HAHA!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13. Do you cook?&lt;br /&gt;- Myieaaa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;14. Current mood?&lt;br /&gt;- Dizzy. T__T&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;IN THE LAST 48 HOURS HAVE YOU...&lt;br /&gt;1. Kissed someone?&lt;br /&gt;- Yes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Sang?&lt;br /&gt;- Yes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Listened to music?&lt;br /&gt;- Yes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. Danced Crazy?&lt;br /&gt;- YES.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. Cried?&lt;br /&gt;- Kinda&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. Liked someone you can't have?&lt;br /&gt;- Sortaa&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;25 FIRSTS&lt;br /&gt;1.Who was your first prom date?&lt;br /&gt;- Hindi uso. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Who was your first roommate?&lt;br /&gt;- My brother, Miguel&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. What alcoholic beverage did you drink when you got drunk the first time?&lt;br /&gt;- I haven't got drunk yet. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. What was your first job?&lt;br /&gt;- Cashier sa shop namin. Hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. When did you go to your first funeral and viewing?&lt;br /&gt;- I can't remember anymore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. Who was your first grade teacher?&lt;br /&gt;- We had 7 but my adviser then was Mrs. Paz Medina.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. Where did you go on your first ride on an airplane?&lt;br /&gt;- ?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. When you snuck out of your house for the first time?&lt;br /&gt;- To meet with a friend, maybe?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11. Who was your first best friend?&lt;br /&gt;- Bestfriends. Kristine Molato and Jeffrey Cape&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12. Who is your first Best Friend in high school?&lt;br /&gt;- Frederick Garcia&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13. Where was your first sleepover?&lt;br /&gt;- Huhu. Haven't done that yet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;14. Who is the first person you call when you have a bad day?&lt;br /&gt;- Daryl and Boado.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;15. Who's wedding were you in the first time you were a bridesmaid or groomsman?&lt;br /&gt;- My tita's wedding&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;16. What's the first thing you did when you got up this morning?&lt;br /&gt;- Looked at my phone&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;17. What was the first concert you went to?&lt;br /&gt;- It was a Power Rangers Concert. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;18. What was the last concert you went to?&lt;br /&gt;- Yung sa Itchyworms.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;19. First tattoo or piercing?&lt;br /&gt;- Just piercing on my ears.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;20. First celebrity crush?&lt;br /&gt;- Dingdong Dantes. Hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;21. Current celebrity crush?&lt;br /&gt;- William Windsor. FOREVER!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;22. First crush?&lt;br /&gt;- Kevin Malang. Hahaha. Whatta revelation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;23. Current crush?&lt;br /&gt;- Michael Jiang. LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;24. First date?&lt;br /&gt;- IDK.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;25. First time you tied your shoe laces?&lt;br /&gt;- Nursery.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Five names you go by:&lt;br /&gt;1. Biena&lt;br /&gt;2. Biens&lt;br /&gt;3. Biena Mich&lt;br /&gt;4. Michelle&lt;br /&gt;5. Rave&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Three things you are wearing right now:&lt;br /&gt;1. Jogging Pants&lt;br /&gt;2. Shirt&lt;br /&gt;3. Underwear&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Three things you want very badly at the moment:&lt;br /&gt;1. DSLR.&lt;br /&gt;2. Laptop&lt;br /&gt;3. New Phone&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Two things you did last night:&lt;br /&gt;1. Made a new layout for my FS and Plurk&lt;br /&gt;2. Text and text!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Two things you ate today:&lt;br /&gt;1. Chocolate Oatmeal&lt;br /&gt;2. Chicken&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Two people you last talked to on the phone:&lt;br /&gt;1. Mame&lt;br /&gt;2. Inang&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Three things you are going to do tomorrow:&lt;br /&gt;1. Go to school&lt;br /&gt;2. Go see DEVC180 instructor&lt;br /&gt;3. Sleep :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Two longest car rides:&lt;br /&gt;1. Laguna-Ilocos&lt;br /&gt;2. Laguna-Isabela&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Three Favorite beverages:&lt;br /&gt;1. Mango Shake&lt;br /&gt;2. Pineapple Juice&lt;br /&gt;3. Water&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7561596720849945330-3954361807975589024?l=bienamagbitang.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bienamagbitang.blogspot.com/feeds/3954361807975589024/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bienamagbitang.blogspot.com/2009/06/random-o2-q-and.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7561596720849945330/posts/default/3954361807975589024'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7561596720849945330/posts/default/3954361807975589024'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bienamagbitang.blogspot.com/2009/06/random-o2-q-and.html' title='RANDOM o2 [ Q and A]'/><author><name>Biena</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18133516880685078577</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-a0wNXRbDFjQ/Twwc30ryUKI/AAAAAAAAAI4/ppTtTfjgggo/s220/newsgirl.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7561596720849945330.post-3125926014295747633</id><published>2009-06-02T20:58:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-11T02:47:23.280+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='random'/><title type='text'>RANDOM o1 [REALIZATIONS]</title><content type='html'>So, there. I got this from Facebook. I have nothing to do so I answered it and posted it here, :))&lt;br /&gt;____&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. I've come to realize that my boobs...&lt;br /&gt;* are okaay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. I've come to realize that my job...&lt;br /&gt;* as an Editor-in-Chief will soon end. :( Bye, TI.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. I've come to realize that when I'm driving...&lt;br /&gt;* the car won't move. HAHAHA!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. I've come to realize that I need...&lt;br /&gt;* to go to sleep early tonight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. I've come to realize that I've lost...&lt;br /&gt;* one person I already learned to love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. I've come to realize that I hate it when...&lt;br /&gt;* people blame me even I'm the one to blame. HAHAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. I've come to realize that the person I like...&lt;br /&gt;* is also the person I love? LOL. Whatevs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. I've come to realize that money...&lt;br /&gt;* just complicates things.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. I've come to realize that people...&lt;br /&gt;* are people. All of them are selfish.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. I've come to realize that I'll always be...&lt;br /&gt;* a good girl. Hahaha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12. I've come to realize that my mom...&lt;br /&gt;* is my best girl bud.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13. I've come to realize that my cell phone...&lt;br /&gt;* is malfunctioning most of the time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;14. I've come to realize that when I woke up this morning...&lt;br /&gt;* I still am very sleepy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;15. I've come to realize that last night before I went to sleep...&lt;br /&gt;* it already is 4:30 am&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;16. I've come to realize that right now I am thinking about...&lt;br /&gt;* the glass. Hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;17. I've come to realize that my dad...&lt;br /&gt;* is a glutton. Kidding.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;18. I've come to realize that when I get on Facebook...&lt;br /&gt;* I'll definitely check who's online. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;19. I've come to realize that today...&lt;br /&gt;* is a day to forget. Talk about embarrassment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;20. I've come to realize that tonight...&lt;br /&gt;* the computer's all mine. Bwaha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;21. I've come to realize that tomorrow will be...&lt;br /&gt;* the 3rd day of June, my ex and I's anniv date. Hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;22. I've come to realize that I really want to...&lt;br /&gt;* lose more weight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;24. I've come to realize that life...&lt;br /&gt;* is really full of suprises.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;25. I've come to realize that this weekend...&lt;br /&gt;* I have to clean my old room cz I'm planning to go back there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;26. I've come to realize that my ex(es)...&lt;br /&gt;* will never be my friends. Why do they hate me so much??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;27. I've realized the best music to listen to when I am upset...&lt;br /&gt;* is Barry Manilow songs. It makes me sing on the top of my lungs. HAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;28. I've come to realize that my friends...&lt;br /&gt;* are one of the best persons on earth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;29. I've come to realize that the past year (2008)...&lt;br /&gt;* was very memorable.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;30. I've come to realize that the last person i kissed...&lt;br /&gt;* is now flirting with one of the most annoying girl on earth. WAHAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;31. I've come to realize that when people walk out of my life...&lt;br /&gt;* I just can't help but cry cz I really hate goodbyes.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7561596720849945330-3125926014295747633?l=bienamagbitang.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bienamagbitang.blogspot.com/feeds/3125926014295747633/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bienamagbitang.blogspot.com/2009/06/random-o1-realizations.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7561596720849945330/posts/default/3125926014295747633'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7561596720849945330/posts/default/3125926014295747633'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bienamagbitang.blogspot.com/2009/06/random-o1-realizations.html' title='RANDOM o1 [REALIZATIONS]'/><author><name>Biena</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18133516880685078577</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-a0wNXRbDFjQ/Twwc30ryUKI/AAAAAAAAAI4/ppTtTfjgggo/s220/newsgirl.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7561596720849945330.post-5108558035576307985</id><published>2009-06-02T20:37:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-02T20:45:57.686+08:00</updated><title type='text'>UH-OH!</title><content type='html'>It's been a while since I last posted an entry. I dunno. I just don't have anything important to say. My days have been so unproductive. :[ Except for the fact that I go to the gym everyday, except on Sundays. I met a lot of people, new friends, and new acquaintances. It was a new experience for me. I've never been in a crowd of serious and silent people sweating like a pig just to satisfy themselves. LOL. I was kidding. :) It was really one fun episode of my personal series. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However, I was thinking of not going back tomorrow cz I've done something really embarrassing a while ago. T____T I accidentally broke one glass window. It wasn't really my fault, I SWEAR. They say, it was okay, but still, I feel so guilty about what happened. So, maybe, I'll just replace the shattered glass as soon as possible. :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7561596720849945330-5108558035576307985?l=bienamagbitang.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bienamagbitang.blogspot.com/feeds/5108558035576307985/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bienamagbitang.blogspot.com/2009/06/uh-oh.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7561596720849945330/posts/default/5108558035576307985'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7561596720849945330/posts/default/5108558035576307985'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bienamagbitang.blogspot.com/2009/06/uh-oh.html' title='UH-OH!'/><author><name>Biena</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18133516880685078577</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-a0wNXRbDFjQ/Twwc30ryUKI/AAAAAAAAAI4/ppTtTfjgggo/s220/newsgirl.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7561596720849945330.post-6468307834096904331</id><published>2009-05-07T01:31:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-07T01:48:36.461+08:00</updated><title type='text'>LONG or SHORT hair?</title><content type='html'>It's 1:30 in the morning and I still have to go to the dance studio at 7 tomo but I can't help but laugh at these pictures I took days ago. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;So this is how long my hair really is.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_84DpmaWTUXI/SgHKOsbcoXI/AAAAAAAAABY/2eATNzESh78/s1600-h/05-04-09_0150.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 160px; height: 120px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_84DpmaWTUXI/SgHKOsbcoXI/AAAAAAAAABY/2eATNzESh78/s320/05-04-09_0150.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5332765787576639858" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;It reaches my bra line, even longer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153); font-weight: bold;"&gt;NOW, take a look at this photos!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_84DpmaWTUXI/SgHK1fY2GjI/AAAAAAAAABg/IplO0c8DmbQ/s1600-h/05-04-09_0141.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: left; cursor: pointer; width: 124px; height: 166px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_84DpmaWTUXI/SgHK1fY2GjI/AAAAAAAAABg/IplO0c8DmbQ/s320/05-04-09_0141.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5332766454090963506" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_84DpmaWTUXI/SgHK1kKndnI/AAAAAAAAABw/E_6gcyiaLpY/s1600-h/05-04-09_0142.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 160px; height: 120px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_84DpmaWTUXI/SgHK1kKndnI/AAAAAAAAABw/E_6gcyiaLpY/s320/05-04-09_0142.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5332766455373461106" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_84DpmaWTUXI/SgHK1rmPNNI/AAAAAAAAABo/PDuVIKJgzm4/s1600-h/05-04-09_0143.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 160px; height: 120px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_84DpmaWTUXI/SgHK1rmPNNI/AAAAAAAAABo/PDuVIKJgzm4/s320/05-04-09_0143.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5332766457368360146" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_84DpmaWTUXI/SgHK19L9fuI/AAAAAAAAAB4/hyTIBDx1u7M/s1600-h/05-04-09_0149.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 160px; height: 120px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_84DpmaWTUXI/SgHK19L9fuI/AAAAAAAAAB4/hyTIBDx1u7M/s320/05-04-09_0149.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5332766462089985762" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NO, NO, NO! I didn't cut my hair. Hahaha. I didn't put on any wig, either. I just pull my long hair back and tie it in a pony tail. The pictures are deceiving, right? HAHAHA! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&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/7561596720849945330-6468307834096904331?l=bienamagbitang.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bienamagbitang.blogspot.com/feeds/6468307834096904331/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bienamagbitang.blogspot.com/2009/05/long-or-short-hair.html#comment-form' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7561596720849945330/posts/default/6468307834096904331'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7561596720849945330/posts/default/6468307834096904331'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bienamagbitang.blogspot.com/2009/05/long-or-short-hair.html' title='LONG or SHORT hair?'/><author><name>Biena</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18133516880685078577</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-a0wNXRbDFjQ/Twwc30ryUKI/AAAAAAAAAI4/ppTtTfjgggo/s220/newsgirl.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_84DpmaWTUXI/SgHKOsbcoXI/AAAAAAAAABY/2eATNzESh78/s72-c/05-04-09_0150.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7561596720849945330.post-6333221963858986891</id><published>2009-05-06T11:00:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-06T11:12:43.713+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I found a new way to commit SUICIDE! :D</title><content type='html'>Yeah right, my title's way MAD. Haha. But whatever, I really found a new way of killing one's self and that is to have a killer work out. Phew. I never thought it will be THIS painful. I started going on an Aerobics class then to a gym nearby afterwards. Gaaaawd. It's really hurting at first. But as a poster on the gym says: ENDURANCE ISN'T BUILD IN A DAY. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Je peux le faire! I can do this! :))&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7561596720849945330-6333221963858986891?l=bienamagbitang.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bienamagbitang.blogspot.com/feeds/6333221963858986891/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bienamagbitang.blogspot.com/2009/05/i-found-new-way-to-commit-suicide-d.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7561596720849945330/posts/default/6333221963858986891'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7561596720849945330/posts/default/6333221963858986891'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bienamagbitang.blogspot.com/2009/05/i-found-new-way-to-commit-suicide-d.html' title='I found a new way to commit SUICIDE! :D'/><author><name>Biena</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18133516880685078577</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-a0wNXRbDFjQ/Twwc30ryUKI/AAAAAAAAAI4/ppTtTfjgggo/s220/newsgirl.png'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7561596720849945330.post-221406983136494645</id><published>2009-05-04T02:20:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-04T02:46:05.587+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Thank You, TEENTALKERS! :D</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i40.tinypic.com/nvxs37.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 418px; height: 418px;" src="http://i40.tinypic.com/nvxs37.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, this one's a SHOCKER. I really never thought of this to happen. I won as this year's Teentalk Awards Best Advice Giver. :)) Oh my! I really can't contain myself. It's like a dream come true. When I opened an Advice Thread in the Love Life Board last year, I never even thought I'll be able to give out the best advices there is, I just really wanted to help out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Honestly, I only learned it this morning. I wasn't in the mood for sleeping cz I was patiently waiting for someone's text message when I thought of visiting Teentalk and searching for my name. And there it is, I'm one of the winners. Hahaha! I never knew that I was even nominated cz I was already inactive those times. Hehehe. :]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was thinking a while ago that if this happened last year, I would knew it right away, but yeah, I'm now an INACTIVE Teentalker because of so many things. I also stopped buying Candy Magazines for like months now, (yes, I don't have a charm bracelet T___T) cz I'm saving up my money for school-related activities.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, this award made me realize that I really helped some of my online buddies and I DEFINITELY have to go back to my beloved forum. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;I promise, I will.&lt;/span&gt; Just give me a little time. :))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Any, CONGRATULATIONS to my fellow winners!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maj (angbabaengpilipina), Ate Eka (The Living Doll), Ate Cath (catherine_88), Gellie (untamed77angel), Ate Kang (kang_kang), Grace (thecagedDOLL), &lt;s&gt;Ate&lt;/s&gt; Felisa (aznbelle89), Loverboy Jessan (JessanMiramon), Mayenz (mayenz), and last but not the least, Ate Xyla (x-y)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7561596720849945330-221406983136494645?l=bienamagbitang.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bienamagbitang.blogspot.com/feeds/221406983136494645/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bienamagbitang.blogspot.com/2009/05/thank-you-teentalkers-d.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7561596720849945330/posts/default/221406983136494645'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7561596720849945330/posts/default/221406983136494645'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bienamagbitang.blogspot.com/2009/05/thank-you-teentalkers-d.html' title='Thank You, TEENTALKERS! :D'/><author><name>Biena</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18133516880685078577</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-a0wNXRbDFjQ/Twwc30ryUKI/AAAAAAAAAI4/ppTtTfjgggo/s220/newsgirl.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i40.tinypic.com/nvxs37_th.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7561596720849945330.post-7288240408675722765</id><published>2009-05-04T00:47:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-04T02:03:47.165+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Bye, CIC Main. :(</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i43.tinypic.com/a3iex4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 411px; height: 307px;" src="http://i43.tinypic.com/a3iex4.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah. I know this post is uber late already but forgive me people, I'm just busy or should I say, my brother just won't let me use our PC. Hahaha! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh well, of truth be told, I've been searching for this article for a month already, good thing I saw a back-up copy in the hard drive of our PC. Hm, so there, here are my own sentiments about our school closing its main campus. :))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;CHAOTIC: The relocation of CIC's basic education programs&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"What will happen to CIC Main?" - a question every parent, alumni and student even raised in PTA meetings, social gatherings and even in simple chats. It seems that everyone already knew about the 'big' relocation. Who wouldn't? Large streamers are mounted infront of CIC Main and New Site and in other places as well announcing the said remotion. Most Novo Ecijanos refused to believe it for many reasonable facts and what-will-they-do-to-the-building kinds of questions and the likes. While some others declined to accept the plan for emotional reasons, because, if truth be told, CIC, especially, CIC Main witnessed some of the unforgettable memories of most residents of Nueva Ecija, above all Cabanatueños who apparently, somehow studied in this school. Nonetheless, after months of speculations, CIC Main was formally closed last March 24.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A lot of people may ask of what's the real purpose of the school to close its main campus and build a new one. Perhaps because of the fact that the administration have been complaining about the schools budget over and over again. They even use that argument to rebutt students' grievances about the school services and facilities, specifically, the cyber nook. Wouldn't the construction of a new building cost a lot? To think that they are assembling a new building for more or less 2000 students. Didn't you know that the construction of the CIC Chapel took years to start and years to finish? Yes, that very chapel which is just like half as big as the new building, even smaller. Why? That's because the money the school used to build the Chapel came from the P200-PTA ticket collected every year from every pupil. If they have enough money to build a new building right away, why wait for years for the Chapel to be constructed? The school may planned to build the Chapel out of donations which is entirely understandable but why do students still need to be at disadvantage if the school has that big money?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, why do CIC need a new building? It's like buying a new thing when the old one is still effective and working. Isn't the construction of a new building a clear example of money wastage?  In a previous interview with Fr. Richmond Nilo, College President, he stated that one of his future plans for CIC is to be a one-campus school. WHAT FOR? There are a lot of school who have many campuses, but still, they managed to be one of the best schools of our country. De La Salle University is one example. DLSU only offers Graduate and Undergraduate courses while their preparatory or basic education programs are offered in their other campus which is La Salle Green Hills. Therefore, CIC on the other hand, cannot use the we-need-this-to-achieve-university-status excuse not just because of DLSU not having one joint campus yet still carry on quality education but none of the Phillipine Accrediting Association of Schools, Colleges and Universities' standard measurement requires a school to have all programs in one campus to be able to become a university.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;More over, Fr. Nilo believes that CIC will still be patronized by Novo Ecijanos for he supposes that people will follow CIC where ever it goes for the quality education it serves. It is a known fact that the school is highly patronized by generations of Novo Ecijanos, not just by the fact that it is the nearest or most accesible school but it beyond doubt promotes quality Catholic education. However, some parents are currently thinking of enrolling their kids to other school because of the relocation. "Hindi naman malayo ang Sumacab, pero mahirap pa rin dahil sa Lakewood ang entrance," says one mom of a pre-schooler. Right. Would you expect a four year old kid to travel all the way to Lakewood just for a one and a half class? CIC may address this problem with the school bus they are proposing to parents but still, some other kids still need to be supervised especially during lunch or break time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, CIC may be facing another challenge as some students and parents prefer another school than the 'new building'. How can the school get the money used in building back? Will they again devise PTA tickets? And what will really happen to CIC Main? ##&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i42.tinypic.com/2s01f6r.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 395px; height: 524px;" src="http://i42.tinypic.com/2s01f6r.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;My last picture in one of my most memorable places in this school.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7561596720849945330-7288240408675722765?l=bienamagbitang.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bienamagbitang.blogspot.com/feeds/7288240408675722765/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bienamagbitang.blogspot.com/2009/05/bye-cic-main.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7561596720849945330/posts/default/7288240408675722765'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7561596720849945330/posts/default/7288240408675722765'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bienamagbitang.blogspot.com/2009/05/bye-cic-main.html' title='Bye, CIC Main. :('/><author><name>Biena</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18133516880685078577</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-a0wNXRbDFjQ/Twwc30ryUKI/AAAAAAAAAI4/ppTtTfjgggo/s220/newsgirl.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i43.tinypic.com/a3iex4_th.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7561596720849945330.post-5960450646167043177</id><published>2009-04-07T01:20:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-07T01:49:12.250+08:00</updated><title type='text'>WHATTA SHAME. lol</title><content type='html'>I haven't blog for a month. Hell yeah. But I forgive myself. Haha. There are lots of things that happened last March that I had no time for blogging. :(&lt;br /&gt;But I'll surely share those things to everyone. Just let me compile everthing so I can present it nicely. :))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I def missed blogging. :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7561596720849945330-5960450646167043177?l=bienamagbitang.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bienamagbitang.blogspot.com/feeds/5960450646167043177/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bienamagbitang.blogspot.com/2009/04/whatta-shame-lol.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7561596720849945330/posts/default/5960450646167043177'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7561596720849945330/posts/default/5960450646167043177'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bienamagbitang.blogspot.com/2009/04/whatta-shame-lol.html' title='WHATTA SHAME. lol'/><author><name>Biena</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18133516880685078577</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-a0wNXRbDFjQ/Twwc30ryUKI/AAAAAAAAAI4/ppTtTfjgggo/s220/newsgirl.png'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7561596720849945330.post-1965641276514418064</id><published>2009-02-22T02:09:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-22T02:44:19.766+08:00</updated><title type='text'>SPRAY PAINTS + LATEX PAINTS + RADIO BOOTH = ULTIMATE Sakit ng katawan!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_84DpmaWTUXI/SaBLB6iUNMI/AAAAAAAAAAs/RSXxWDTK2SE/s1600-h/CAMWHORE%28008%29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 208px; height: 157px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_84DpmaWTUXI/SaBLB6iUNMI/AAAAAAAAAAs/RSXxWDTK2SE/s320/CAMWHORE%28008%29.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5305322857307583682" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I was seriously tired after painting&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; (together with Elma, Ate Lee and Emerick na nanlibre lang ng Iced Tea. Haha) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;our Radio Booth last Friday. My thighs and legs had bruises and I have paint drips all over. But nonetheless, it was worth it. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kahit ilang beses kami pumalpak. Hahaha.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7561596720849945330-1965641276514418064?l=bienamagbitang.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bienamagbitang.blogspot.com/feeds/1965641276514418064/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bienamagbitang.blogspot.com/2009/02/spray-paints-latex-paints-radio-booth.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7561596720849945330/posts/default/1965641276514418064'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7561596720849945330/posts/default/1965641276514418064'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bienamagbitang.blogspot.com/2009/02/spray-paints-latex-paints-radio-booth.html' title='SPRAY PAINTS + LATEX PAINTS + RADIO BOOTH = ULTIMATE Sakit ng katawan!'/><author><name>Biena</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18133516880685078577</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-a0wNXRbDFjQ/Twwc30ryUKI/AAAAAAAAAI4/ppTtTfjgggo/s220/newsgirl.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_84DpmaWTUXI/SaBLB6iUNMI/AAAAAAAAAAs/RSXxWDTK2SE/s72-c/CAMWHORE%28008%29.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7561596720849945330.post-9070994613126254471</id><published>2009-02-18T01:08:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-18T01:11:18.534+08:00</updated><title type='text'>RANDOM. RANDOM.</title><content type='html'>I'm typing a draft for my next post when I suddenly cried. Ugh. I so hate it when I cry for 'THOSE' reasons. Things I should not cry for. And there, I haven't finished my entry. I think I'll redo it soon. Maybe it really isn't the right time for me to share those senseless-yet-it-make-cry things.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7561596720849945330-9070994613126254471?l=bienamagbitang.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bienamagbitang.blogspot.com/feeds/9070994613126254471/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bienamagbitang.blogspot.com/2009/02/random-random.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7561596720849945330/posts/default/9070994613126254471'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7561596720849945330/posts/default/9070994613126254471'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bienamagbitang.blogspot.com/2009/02/random-random.html' title='RANDOM. RANDOM.'/><author><name>Biena</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18133516880685078577</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-a0wNXRbDFjQ/Twwc30ryUKI/AAAAAAAAAI4/ppTtTfjgggo/s220/newsgirl.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7561596720849945330.post-3867212462141822303</id><published>2009-02-16T02:40:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-16T02:41:26.705+08:00</updated><title type='text'>DEVIANT ART. :D</title><content type='html'>I finally signed up. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153); font-weight: bold;"&gt;http://bienamichelle.deviantart.com&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7561596720849945330-3867212462141822303?l=bienamagbitang.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bienamagbitang.blogspot.com/feeds/3867212462141822303/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bienamagbitang.blogspot.com/2009/02/deviant-art-d.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7561596720849945330/posts/default/3867212462141822303'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7561596720849945330/posts/default/3867212462141822303'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bienamagbitang.blogspot.com/2009/02/deviant-art-d.html' title='DEVIANT ART. :D'/><author><name>Biena</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18133516880685078577</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-a0wNXRbDFjQ/Twwc30ryUKI/AAAAAAAAAI4/ppTtTfjgggo/s220/newsgirl.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7561596720849945330.post-2740276661923134549</id><published>2009-02-14T00:46:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-14T00:57:40.867+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I'll always miss you, HEARTY. :D</title><content type='html'>She's gone. Hell yeah. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;SHE'S GONE&lt;/span&gt;. Hearty's gone. T_T&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh damnit I'mma miss her sooooo much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;*screeeeeeeeeech*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wait! I'm not talking of a person here. Hearty is my beloved Moto Razr. T.T&lt;br /&gt;I lost her while I was on my way to school. I think I accidentally dropped it in the trike. Boo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gawd. &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;I'll REALLY miss her.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I still have a phone, though and I haven't lost my sim card but Hearty is really, really, really special to me. I've done all the fun stuffs with that phone. She will always be remembered.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TO HEARTY'S NEW OWNER:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);font-size:78%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Fuck you! Give me back my phone! Damnit!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Please take care of her., mkaay? (:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7561596720849945330-2740276661923134549?l=bienamagbitang.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bienamagbitang.blogspot.com/feeds/2740276661923134549/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bienamagbitang.blogspot.com/2009/02/ill-always-miss-you-hearty-d.html#comment-form' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7561596720849945330/posts/default/2740276661923134549'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7561596720849945330/posts/default/2740276661923134549'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bienamagbitang.blogspot.com/2009/02/ill-always-miss-you-hearty-d.html' title='I&apos;ll always miss you, HEARTY. :D'/><author><name>Biena</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18133516880685078577</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-a0wNXRbDFjQ/Twwc30ryUKI/AAAAAAAAAI4/ppTtTfjgggo/s220/newsgirl.png'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7561596720849945330.post-3959699068318994871</id><published>2009-02-13T03:39:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-13T03:47:09.536+08:00</updated><title type='text'>What will I miss about CIC?</title><content type='html'>This isn't finish yet. I just posted it for my friend, SAM. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;15.79 years, 5760 days, 138240 hours, 8294400 minutes and 497664000 seconds. Phew. NFW! [Digits really drives me nuts. Perhaps that's why I so lurve MATH. ]  Would you believe that I've been studying in the same school that long?! Ugh. It sucks, I know. To be in the same old school every year, wear the same kind of uniform, follow the same lame rules. Perhaps that's why I'm old school. Blame that to my parents who belongs to this CIC-is-the-best-school-in-town-let's-patronize-it whatever. I even asked my Mum back then why she enrolled me in this school and she gave me tons of reason --pathetic reasons. Why not Little Merry Hearts? "Too Far." Flowerlane, perhaps? "Not that secured." Wesleyan? "WTF?!" Then, why CIC? "Walking distance." Hell yeah, our old house was so close to CIC Main. *Imagine CIC New Site to the waiting shed, oh not quite, it's even closer.*  And the rest is history.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've never even experienced to enter any other educational institution aside from, yuhh, where I am now. It's just so annoying. LOL. Bitterness, much? Affirmative! That's because I hate this school. Just Kidding! :]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I actually LOVE this school so much that when I finished Elementary, I even asked my parents to let me stay in this school though my grandfather wants me to enroll at NEUST (cz his cousin, my grandmom, is the current President back then). CIC is so dear to my heart that I'll surely cry on my graduation because of the fact that I'll already be leaving the HOME I stayed on for almost all my life. I can never imagine myself studying in other institution (except from UP, DLSU, Ateneo, Harvard, Yale, Brown... LMAO! Kidding.) So, what will I REALLY miss about CIC?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;QANAH.&lt;/span&gt;  A.K.A Burger Machine or Student's Lounge. The TOTAL tambayan. Not just because it is the only WI-FI hotspot in school but it's a place where you can sit and chat with your friends all day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;MAGNIFICAT CENTER.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;This was built when I was like a Sophomore in High School. The whole court was closed and we are all forced to use the Marian Garden as our place for events. This is the place where every activity happened.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;THE IMMACULATE OFFICE&lt;/span&gt;. The publication office. I'll never forget this place.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;IMMACULATE CONCEPTION CHAPEL.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;After the P200 PTA raffle ticket every year, here it is.. The Chapel! I go to the church whenever I want to be alone and reflect. This place was a real haven for me. I have cried a lot of times here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;ISLA.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;A.K.A John Paul II Building or Taiwan. This small and remoted place means a lot to me. It made me feel I was studying in a University (imagine the looooong walks from Mainland China, dude. TOKI Jeeps, puh-lease!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;THE ACACIA.&lt;/span&gt; This tree was long gone but it will always be MISSED.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;LONG PAD.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;I've always loved CIC's pad paper. It's very neat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;HALO-HALO.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;I can never live each day without this! This sweet delight is incomparable. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;MIB. &lt;/span&gt;Men In Barong or the guards. I always had this certain friction with our school guards. Just beware cz they bite. Hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;SPEECH LAB.&lt;/span&gt; Oh boy, We were the first ones who used this lab. Hahaha. I'll always remeber that!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;MASSCOM ROOM.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;The smallest yet the most talked about classroom in campus. Don't ask me why, it's just that I go to that room everyday. LMAO!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;RADIO BOOTH.&lt;/span&gt; This little room fulfilled my dreams of saying the words "The time is one minute after the hour of two and your still listening to blah blah blah" ON AIR.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;MINI HOTEL.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;We used to have sleep overs here making it a real MINI HOTEL. Hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;PATHWALK.&lt;/span&gt; We were soooo relieved when the pathwalk was made. Ugh. Imagine the long walk without a cover? Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;THE BUNNIES.&lt;/span&gt; Only few persons know this but Fr. Richmond owns almost 30 rabbits as pets and they are taken care of in a small place at the back of the Father's residence. Do check it out. They're adorable!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;CSSC OFFICE.&lt;/span&gt; I admit. I used to go here everyday (back when I was still a member of the Freshmen Council). I'll miss this office because I will always remember that my sketch pad was stolen there. Hahaha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153); font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;THE GARDEN.&lt;/span&gt; AKA St. Francis of Assissi Garden or Circle of Life. I always hung out in this place when I was in High School. It cozy and sacred. You can really reflect about your life in this place&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;CR.&lt;/span&gt; I remember, when I was in Third Year HIgh School, I got locked up in the boy's comfort room with my classmate-turned-crush-and-now-only-a-friend. Don't ask, it's a long story. Haha. Everything can happen in this place. When I say everything, it's EVERYTHING. Talk about smoking sessions, cat fights, and more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;HAM AND CHEESE SANDWICH. &lt;/span&gt;There's no other sandwich in town that tastes like this. With a sliced ham, cheese pimiento and little bit of mayo, this sandwich is HEAVEN!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;PYTHAGOREAN THEOREM.&lt;/span&gt; The given name for the fields-slash-shortcut to Isla.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are a lot of things I will miss about this school, not to mention my teachers who became a big part of my life. But maybe that's all for now.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7561596720849945330-3959699068318994871?l=bienamagbitang.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bienamagbitang.blogspot.com/feeds/3959699068318994871/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bienamagbitang.blogspot.com/2009/02/what-will-i-miss-about-cic.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7561596720849945330/posts/default/3959699068318994871'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7561596720849945330/posts/default/3959699068318994871'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bienamagbitang.blogspot.com/2009/02/what-will-i-miss-about-cic.html' title='What will I miss about CIC?'/><author><name>Biena</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18133516880685078577</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-a0wNXRbDFjQ/Twwc30ryUKI/AAAAAAAAAI4/ppTtTfjgggo/s220/newsgirl.png'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7561596720849945330.post-8247322408623109186</id><published>2009-02-12T00:19:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-12T00:29:27.555+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I KiLL YOU.</title><content type='html'>Hahaha. I just can't help but miss watching Achmed the dead terrorist because of my title. HAHAHA!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alrighty, I really wanna kill someone. Yeah. Someone. I want to slash Emerick's neck off for taking this photo. LMAO!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://images.plurk.com/3260228_780f052082cc13b0d19f95ec4d9911fd.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 328px; height: 438px;" src="http://images.plurk.com/3260228_780f052082cc13b0d19f95ec4d9911fd.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's like I'm peeing or something. Ugh. So annoying yet soooo FUNNY. Hahaha! (^-^)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7561596720849945330-8247322408623109186?l=bienamagbitang.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bienamagbitang.blogspot.com/feeds/8247322408623109186/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bienamagbitang.blogspot.com/2009/02/i-kill-you.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7561596720849945330/posts/default/8247322408623109186'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7561596720849945330/posts/default/8247322408623109186'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bienamagbitang.blogspot.com/2009/02/i-kill-you.html' title='I KiLL YOU.'/><author><name>Biena</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18133516880685078577</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-a0wNXRbDFjQ/Twwc30ryUKI/AAAAAAAAAI4/ppTtTfjgggo/s220/newsgirl.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7561596720849945330.post-4471603048311939918</id><published>2009-02-11T02:46:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2011-12-02T20:25:46.130+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='random'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='friends'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='rants'/><title type='text'>My January</title><content type='html'>Gawd. I miss my blog. I haven't posted here for a while. You know why? The biggest REASON is that I still haven't any copy of some of my pictures in Tagaytay which I wanna post here. Hell yeah. I really wanna show it to the world. LOL. :]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;*lazy.lazy.lazy.i.can't.think.of.anything.syndrome.again.*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;So let me just wrap up this post with a full view of what BASICALLY happened to me the whole January. [minus the photos cz I just got our PC reformatted and thanks to that I had to say goodbye to my beloved pictures. Ugh.]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;1&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;NEW YEAR. &lt;/span&gt;Nothing happened. Haha. Oh yeah. I just stayed on my room all night-slash-midnight. Nothing extraordinary except for my grandparents (mother side) being here with us to celebrate.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;5&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;START OF CLASSES. &lt;/span&gt;For some. Haha. But not for us MC students. Don't ask me why. You'll just be flabbergasted.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;9&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt; RELEASE OF 'The Immaculate' CALENDAR.&lt;/span&gt; Oh I oh-so-waited for this to arrive. I spent my whole Christmas break infront of the monitor just to pull this one out. Good God. Everybody liked and even LOVED it. Sold Out!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;12&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;REPORT ON ILIAD.&lt;/span&gt; With an AVP, of course. HAHAHA! I worked hard to impress my teacher. LMAO. But she thought I was CHALLENGING her. Fcuk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;15&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;TAGAYTAY HERE I COME!&lt;/span&gt; Don't laugh. But I've never been there. EVER! So, I was really damn excited to attend that OSSEI thinggy. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;16 &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;DOOM'S DAY.&lt;/span&gt; We haven't even had a chance to join any contest. Pfft. For Pete's SAKE. We don't even know what they're talking about. I mean, we're not idi*ts, yeah know. But we are not just well-equipped, I guess. Plus the fact that this is (well, my groupmates) first time in a Press Conference. Ugh. I just know that it isn't our fault and it REALLY doesn't mean we're not capable of winning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;17&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;BYE, Tagaytay.&lt;/span&gt; My whole stay was quite worth it. Except for the drinking session (my groupmates along with our driver's) I didn't really have fun cz I'd rather mingle with other contestants than to watch them enjoy the spirit of alcohol. Call me old school but I don't really wanna mix those 'kinds' of fun with what I think is WORK. Perhaps, that's mainly the reason why I am their Editor-in-Chief, I'm old school. I even ate a 750ml Ice Cream all by myself [the temperature's like 11-15 degrees, I suppose] just to excuse myself from drinking. Haha. They were astonished.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;18&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt; MARK'S BIRTHDAY.&lt;/span&gt; My GREAT MORTAL ENEMY'S NATAL DAY. Oh why can't we just ripped this date off the calendar?! Hahaha! We really are friends, though. We just LOVE to annoy each other.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;22&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;GEROME, KUYA RJ and KUYA BJ'S BIRTHDAY.&lt;/span&gt; 'Nuff said.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;24&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;AHYEN'S 19th.&lt;/span&gt; Gee. I so miss this girl. She was my partner in crime. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;25&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;FORTRESS and JEWEL'S NATAL DAY.&lt;/span&gt; I sooo miss IV-Kalinisan, without them I wouldn't be who I am now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;29&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;THE &lt;/span&gt;&lt;s style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;COMEDY&lt;/s&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt; DEBATE.&lt;/span&gt; Our School Org, which I lead decided to organize a Collegian Debate for the Club Day with the topic which is about the House Bill 5169 but it turned out to be a comedy show. HAHAHA!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;There you go. My January. ♥&lt;br /&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/7561596720849945330-4471603048311939918?l=bienamagbitang.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bienamagbitang.blogspot.com/feeds/4471603048311939918/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bienamagbitang.blogspot.com/2009/02/gawd.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7561596720849945330/posts/default/4471603048311939918'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7561596720849945330/posts/default/4471603048311939918'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bienamagbitang.blogspot.com/2009/02/gawd.html' title='My January'/><author><name>Biena</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18133516880685078577</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-a0wNXRbDFjQ/Twwc30ryUKI/AAAAAAAAAI4/ppTtTfjgggo/s220/newsgirl.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7561596720849945330.post-4756159868419062764</id><published>2009-01-27T01:39:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-27T01:42:47.523+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I love you LUCKY. :)</title><content type='html'>I've been blog hopping these past few days and I stumble upon Luis Manzano's &lt;a href="http://luckymanzano.blogspot.com/"&gt;blog&lt;/a&gt;. He is such a BABE! Gawd, I would love to be his girl. Angel Locsin is really &lt;em&gt;LUCKY&lt;/em&gt;. :) Luis is totally hopeless romantic. I love him already. Haha!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7561596720849945330-4756159868419062764?l=bienamagbitang.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bienamagbitang.blogspot.com/feeds/4756159868419062764/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bienamagbitang.blogspot.com/2009/01/i-love-you-lucky.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7561596720849945330/posts/default/4756159868419062764'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7561596720849945330/posts/default/4756159868419062764'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bienamagbitang.blogspot.com/2009/01/i-love-you-lucky.html' title='I love you LUCKY. :)'/><author><name>Biena</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18133516880685078577</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-a0wNXRbDFjQ/Twwc30ryUKI/AAAAAAAAAI4/ppTtTfjgggo/s220/newsgirl.png'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7561596720849945330.post-5557725562630510392</id><published>2009-01-22T20:02:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-22T23:18:09.976+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='random'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='rants'/><title type='text'>COPY CAT! Ugh.</title><content type='html'>Lucky me. I don't have class today so I had the chance to stroll around the city thw whole aftie. :) I even got a free meal in Shakey's (courtesy of my Tita, of course. LOL!) While walking around, I saw a familiar shirt design.. "Young Communicators on Social Awareness" with a bookworm, etc. I know why it is familiar. It's the very design, my friend, Pollie and I made for or club, English Club four years ago. IDK what's gotten into me but I had an urge to go to the girl and ask what school is she from and guess what?! She answered me with an effin' "ANO BA?!" Gawd. As if she's pretty. Duh! LOL. It's freaking hawt and I just can't stand the scene so just to end everything, I turned away from her and walk. I really wanted to say that their school is a copy cat to her fugly face but I don't want to go down to her level. :))&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7561596720849945330-5557725562630510392?l=bienamagbitang.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bienamagbitang.blogspot.com/feeds/5557725562630510392/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bienamagbitang.blogspot.com/2009/01/copy-cat-ugh.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7561596720849945330/posts/default/5557725562630510392'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7561596720849945330/posts/default/5557725562630510392'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bienamagbitang.blogspot.com/2009/01/copy-cat-ugh.html' title='COPY CAT! Ugh.'/><author><name>Biena</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18133516880685078577</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-a0wNXRbDFjQ/Twwc30ryUKI/AAAAAAAAAI4/ppTtTfjgggo/s220/newsgirl.png'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7561596720849945330.post-6149605493104336450</id><published>2009-01-19T23:27:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-19T23:30:11.356+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='friends'/><title type='text'>I MiSS YOU. *smooch*</title><content type='html'>I so missed blogging but I can't find time to sum up what happened to me the whole time I was in Tagaytay so maybe I will share it to you by tomorrow or the day after. Right now, all I wanna do is to ask for your help. Please pray for my friend. She had an accident and will be having her operation tomo. :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7561596720849945330-6149605493104336450?l=bienamagbitang.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bienamagbitang.blogspot.com/feeds/6149605493104336450/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bienamagbitang.blogspot.com/2009/01/i-miss-you-smooch.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7561596720849945330/posts/default/6149605493104336450'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7561596720849945330/posts/default/6149605493104336450'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bienamagbitang.blogspot.com/2009/01/i-miss-you-smooch.html' title='I MiSS YOU. *smooch*'/><author><name>Biena</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18133516880685078577</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-a0wNXRbDFjQ/Twwc30ryUKI/AAAAAAAAAI4/ppTtTfjgggo/s220/newsgirl.png'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7561596720849945330.post-535340242207819696</id><published>2009-01-14T03:20:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2011-12-02T20:24:41.656+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='random'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='love'/><title type='text'>Random Thoughts</title><content type='html'>I planned to watch Clueless tonight or should I say this morning? Ugh. But instead, I'd clicked unto My Sassy Girl. Oh yeah, I've seen this flick already and that's what makes me wonder why I'm still pouring out liquids out of my eyes at the mo. Pfft. I'm crying for two consecutive nights. HAHAHA! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another thought, I'll be competing, as well as other members of our ED Board, on OSSEI [I think it's a National Journalism Contest.. blah blah blah.] on Thursday to Saturday. IDK if I'll still have time to blog but I'll keep you guys posted. :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7561596720849945330-535340242207819696?l=bienamagbitang.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bienamagbitang.blogspot.com/feeds/535340242207819696/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bienamagbitang.blogspot.com/2009/01/ramdom-thoughts.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7561596720849945330/posts/default/535340242207819696'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7561596720849945330/posts/default/535340242207819696'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bienamagbitang.blogspot.com/2009/01/ramdom-thoughts.html' title='Random Thoughts'/><author><name>Biena</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18133516880685078577</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-a0wNXRbDFjQ/Twwc30ryUKI/AAAAAAAAAI4/ppTtTfjgggo/s220/newsgirl.png'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7561596720849945330.post-4720492410134729462</id><published>2009-01-13T01:46:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-14T00:13:17.432+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Mcdo. :)</title><content type='html'>I just can't believe that I cried buckets over this Ad. It's simply touching. :)&lt;br /&gt;I absolutely can relate to the video. HAHA! Especially when the little girl dipped her fries on the sundae. I always do that! HONEST! Hahaha. Ask my friends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;object height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/uoKqNixMiyY&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/uoKqNixMiyY&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7561596720849945330-4720492410134729462?l=bienamagbitang.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bienamagbitang.blogspot.com/feeds/4720492410134729462/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bienamagbitang.blogspot.com/2009/01/mcdo.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7561596720849945330/posts/default/4720492410134729462'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7561596720849945330/posts/default/4720492410134729462'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bienamagbitang.blogspot.com/2009/01/mcdo.html' title='Mcdo. :)'/><author><name>Biena</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18133516880685078577</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-a0wNXRbDFjQ/Twwc30ryUKI/AAAAAAAAAI4/ppTtTfjgggo/s220/newsgirl.png'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7561596720849945330.post-7768302494801301700</id><published>2009-01-12T23:19:00.008+08:00</published><updated>2011-12-02T20:25:19.776+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='random'/><title type='text'>FRiENDSTER. FRiENDSTER! :)</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_84DpmaWTUXI/SWtmaTyPDTI/AAAAAAAAAAk/PlHXs2gOd_s/s1600-h/HYPNOTISM.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 180px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 220px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5290434789450386738" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_84DpmaWTUXI/SWtmaTyPDTI/AAAAAAAAAAk/PlHXs2gOd_s/s320/HYPNOTISM.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; MY FRiENDSTER BACKGROUND. :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;I haven't anything to do so I decided to answer some Friendster Bulletins -slash- Surveys. HAHA! :) But I thought of posting it here rather than the bulletins. LOL. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Can YOU name 10 persons?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Name 10 people you can think of right off the top of your head. Don't read the questions underneath until you write the names of all 10 people. This is a lot funnier if you actually randomly list thenamesfirst.Nocheating.♥. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Frederick&lt;br /&gt;2. Jordie&lt;br /&gt;3. Ate Aiza&lt;br /&gt;4. William&lt;br /&gt;5. Rossini&lt;br /&gt;6. Russel&lt;br /&gt;7. Brad&lt;br /&gt;8. CJ&lt;br /&gt;9. Pollie&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;10. Kuya Cio &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;----&lt;br /&gt;DONT LOOK AHEAD UNLESS YOU FILLED UP THE TOP!&lt;br /&gt;---&lt;br /&gt;1. how did u meet no. 4?&lt;br /&gt;- We were schoolmates. :) We used to belong in the same team on a Team Quiz Bee blah-blah. IDK. Can't remember anymore. Haha! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;2. Do you have a crush on anyone up there?&lt;br /&gt;- Y E S. :) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. What would you do if you hadn't met number 1?&lt;br /&gt;- I'll find a way to meet him still. LOL. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4.What would you do if 6 and 2 were going out?&lt;br /&gt;- WTH? Hahaha.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;5. How did you meet number 8?&lt;br /&gt;- He was my classmate in Senior HS. Haha. :) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. Is 2 one of your best friends? `&lt;br /&gt;- I think so. We talk a loooot. And we share many things in common to. I so love JORDiE. She teaches me new things everyday. :]&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;7. Whose number 9's best friend(s)?&lt;br /&gt;- Jeffrey Ray E. Cape. Hahaha. But they're on a fight at the mo. LMAO! :)) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. Have you ever dated number 1?&lt;br /&gt;HAHAHAHA! Whatta a question. OMGWTFDDRMAO.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;9. Do you miss number 4?&lt;br /&gt;- We were together hours ago. Haha. Rossini would kill me if I'll miss William. HAHA! WILLINI Forever! &amp;lt;3&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;10.what do u think of number 6?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;- Ohh. He always makes me smile. :) He's uber cute too. HAHAHA!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;11.what do you think of number 7?&lt;br /&gt;- I'm starting to feel I'm on a hot seat. HAHA! He's one heck of a talented guy. He can play the piano, man! He is very sweet too. :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12. who does number 3 like?&lt;br /&gt;- You mean look like? Hahaha. "Mukha siyang CHiNESE," Joseph, my five year old brother. :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;13. Have you ever been inside number 8's house?&lt;br /&gt;- Naah. Their house is like in Pluto for Pete's sake! Haha. JK. Their house is far from ours. :]&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;14. Do you love number 9?&lt;br /&gt;- Ohyesss. I have a lesbo crush on her. *puke* Naah. She's like the sister I never had. :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;15. Ever been in the same bed as any of the numbers?&lt;br /&gt;- Absolutely. Hahaha. Just guess who. :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;16. What about no. 5?&lt;br /&gt;- He loves William. PERiOD. Hahaha. :) She is so adorable. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;17. Do you trust these people? `&lt;br /&gt;VERY MUCH. :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;L-O-V-E&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;1.What do you think of ligaw?&lt;br /&gt;Ohh. Like your LOST? Hahahaha. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2.Do you believe that friends can be lovers, but past lovers can never be friends?&lt;br /&gt;On my case, YES. But I really love to be their friends. :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3.Do you believe that you can learn to love someone even though you don’t really love him/her?&lt;br /&gt;Naah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4.Who is your ideal partner?&lt;br /&gt;HiM. Err.I posted my DREAM BOY months ago on my previous blog. Haha!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;5. Have you met your soul mate?&lt;br /&gt;I thought, we thought... :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6.Is it true that love fades?&lt;br /&gt;Not really.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7.Have you love someone now?&lt;br /&gt;Affirmative.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8.Are you always serious when it comes to relationships?&lt;br /&gt;Hell yeah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9.Which one do you prefer, friendship or romantic relationship?&lt;br /&gt;BOTH.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;10.Why?&lt;br /&gt;I'm selfish. LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11.Have you fallen in love with your best friend?&lt;br /&gt;Ugh. Next question PLEASE. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12.Have you fallen in love with someone you regret on loving?&lt;br /&gt;Naah. Never.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;13.If yes, why do you regret it?&lt;br /&gt;NEVER! kulet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;15.Are you a player?&lt;br /&gt;I used to be? Haha. Naah. JK. JK. I'm dead serious when it comes to relationships.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;16.Are you serious with your relationship?&lt;br /&gt;Look up! :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;17.Are you a martyr?&lt;br /&gt;OHYESSS. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;19.Are you happy with him/her?&lt;br /&gt;With whom? :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;20.Are you going to say ‘yes’ or a ‘no,no,no’ to live in?&lt;br /&gt;NO, NO, YES. Kidding. No.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;23.Do you really think love can conquer all?&lt;br /&gt;Ohh. Mkaay, Yes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;24.Do you want to love again?&lt;br /&gt;Of course, but how? Haha. (emo) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;25.Are you falling in love with someone ryt now? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;It's a SECRET I'll never tell. :) XOXO, Gossip Girl. Hahahaha!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Where the hell's number 14?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7561596720849945330-7768302494801301700?l=bienamagbitang.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bienamagbitang.blogspot.com/feeds/7768302494801301700/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bienamagbitang.blogspot.com/2009/01/friendster-friendster.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7561596720849945330/posts/default/7768302494801301700'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7561596720849945330/posts/default/7768302494801301700'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bienamagbitang.blogspot.com/2009/01/friendster-friendster.html' title='FRiENDSTER. FRiENDSTER! :)'/><author><name>Biena</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18133516880685078577</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-a0wNXRbDFjQ/Twwc30ryUKI/AAAAAAAAAI4/ppTtTfjgggo/s220/newsgirl.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_84DpmaWTUXI/SWtmaTyPDTI/AAAAAAAAAAk/PlHXs2gOd_s/s72-c/HYPNOTISM.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7561596720849945330.post-8898773523425206853</id><published>2009-01-11T00:01:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2011-12-02T20:26:02.823+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='random'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='family'/><title type='text'>Face Paint is ♥</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_84DpmaWTUXI/SWjIVraLRMI/AAAAAAAAAAc/OtS5u5nCpuw/s1600-h/joseph.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 292px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 220px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5289698037101970626" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_84DpmaWTUXI/SWjIVraLRMI/AAAAAAAAAAc/OtS5u5nCpuw/s320/joseph.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;I'm actually in no mood for blogging today. I'm just so pissed off. Ugh. I don't wanna share those petty rants with all of you so I decided to post this photo I edited last night [I just put it together.]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is my little brother, Joseph [five years old] last Christmas. HAHA! We used the face painting kit, my cousin, Jovia [six years old] gave him. Hahaha. :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7561596720849945330-8898773523425206853?l=bienamagbitang.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bienamagbitang.blogspot.com/feeds/8898773523425206853/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bienamagbitang.blogspot.com/2009/01/face-paint-is-3.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7561596720849945330/posts/default/8898773523425206853'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7561596720849945330/posts/default/8898773523425206853'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bienamagbitang.blogspot.com/2009/01/face-paint-is-3.html' title='Face Paint is ♥'/><author><name>Biena</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18133516880685078577</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-a0wNXRbDFjQ/Twwc30ryUKI/AAAAAAAAAI4/ppTtTfjgggo/s220/newsgirl.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_84DpmaWTUXI/SWjIVraLRMI/AAAAAAAAAAc/OtS5u5nCpuw/s72-c/joseph.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7561596720849945330.post-3456265911592999903</id><published>2009-01-10T02:04:00.013+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-10T02:37:33.410+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sleeping'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='myself'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='family'/><title type='text'>Sleeping Beauty :]</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;My day had been so tiringgg. Perhaps the same reason why I submitted myself to my bed [oh no, I think I slept on my parents' bed first then I transferred to... my brother's bed. HAHAHA!] from the moment we arrived home. Gawd. I was damn tired. I just realized that wh&lt;a href="http://i550.photobucket.com/albums/ii413/rapunzeeel/Sleeping.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 294px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 255px" alt="" src="http://i550.photobucket.com/albums/ii413/rapunzeeel/Sleeping.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;en I woke up, everyone else in our house was already sleeping. It's almost one in the morning! Hahaha. IDK but I suddenly felt &lt;em&gt;guilty&lt;/em&gt;. I have many chores to do yet I chose to escape them by SLEEPiNG! (not intentionally, of course.) I'll definitely make up tomo. :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Am I a good girl or what? Hahaha! XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;P.S.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;That picture was taken months ago. Hahaha. Take note of my bed cover.. SNOW WHiTE. Hahahaha. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7561596720849945330-3456265911592999903?l=bienamagbitang.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bienamagbitang.blogspot.com/feeds/3456265911592999903/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bienamagbitang.blogspot.com/2009/01/sleeping-beauty.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7561596720849945330/posts/default/3456265911592999903'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7561596720849945330/posts/default/3456265911592999903'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bienamagbitang.blogspot.com/2009/01/sleeping-beauty.html' title='Sleeping Beauty :]'/><author><name>Biena</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18133516880685078577</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-a0wNXRbDFjQ/Twwc30ryUKI/AAAAAAAAAI4/ppTtTfjgggo/s220/newsgirl.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7561596720849945330.post-1820395869548152334</id><published>2009-01-09T00:12:00.008+08:00</published><updated>2011-12-02T20:20:27.414+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='relationships'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='love'/><title type='text'>SWEET. ♥</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_84DpmaWTUXI/SWYoG9yqa_I/AAAAAAAAAAU/JtKCjLJ86u0/s1600-h/1_071023dsd_s_o.gif"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5288958912524610546" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 177px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_84DpmaWTUXI/SWYoG9yqa_I/AAAAAAAAAAU/JtKCjLJ86u0/s320/1_071023dsd_s_o.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I actually am so tired and LAZY (though, I always am) at the mo. I'm currently working on an AVP for our World Literature Class tomorrow and it is soooo TEDIOUS. Haha. :) So, I decided to take a peek on my Friendster account and then I stumble upon this bulletin post. I just can't believe that I actually read all of it even if I'm oh-so sluggish at this point. It's totally SWEET. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Read on... &lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We don't care if you're friends with other guys.&lt;br /&gt;But when you're sitting next to us, and some random guy walks into the room and you jump up and tackle him, without even introducing us, yeah, it pisses us off.&lt;br /&gt;It doesn't help if you sit there and talk to him for ten minutes without even acknowledging the fact that we're still there.&lt;br /&gt;We don't care if a guy calls OR TEXTS you, but at 2 in the morning we do get a little concerned.&lt;br /&gt;Nothing is that important at 2 a.m. that it can't wait&lt;br /&gt;till the morning.&lt;br /&gt;Also, when we tell you you're pretty/ beautiful/ gorgeous/&lt;br /&gt;cute/ stunning, we freaking mean it.&lt;br /&gt;Don't tell us we're wrong.&lt;br /&gt;We'll stop trying to convince you.&lt;br /&gt;The sexiest thing about a girl is confidence.&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, you can quote me.&lt;br /&gt;Don't be mad when we hold the door open. Take Advantage of the mood im in.&lt;br /&gt;Let us pay for you!&lt;br /&gt;Don’t "feel bad"&lt;br /&gt;We enjoy doing it.&lt;br /&gt;It's expected.&lt;br /&gt;Smile and say "thank you."&lt;br /&gt;Kiss us when no one's watching.&lt;br /&gt;If you kiss us when you know somebody's looking, we'll be more impressed.&lt;br /&gt;You don't have to get dressed up for us.&lt;br /&gt;If we're going out with you in the first place, you don't have to feel the need to&lt;br /&gt;wear the shortest skirt you have or put on every kind of makeup you own.&lt;br /&gt;We like you for who you are and not what you are.&lt;br /&gt;honestly, I think a girl looks more beautiful when she's just in her pj's. or my&lt;br /&gt;shirt and boxers, not all dolled up&lt;br /&gt;Don't take everything we say seriously.&lt;br /&gt;Sarcasm is a beautiful thing. See the beauty in it.&lt;br /&gt;Don't get angry easily.&lt;br /&gt;Stop using magazines/media as your bible.&lt;br /&gt;"Don't talk about how hott Chris Brown, Brad Pitt, or Jesse McCartney is in front of us".&lt;br /&gt;It's boring, and we don't care. You have friends for that.&lt;br /&gt;Whatever happened to the word "handsome"/"beautiful"?&lt;br /&gt;I’d be utterly stunned by a girl who greeted me&lt;br /&gt;with "Hey handsome!" instead of "Hey baby/ stud/ cutie/ sexy" or whatever else you can think of.&lt;br /&gt;on the other hand I’m not saying I wouldn't like it ether&lt;br /&gt;Girls, I cannot stress this enough: if you aren't being treated right by a guy, dont wait for him to change. ditch his sorry ASS, he's a disgrace to the male population and find someone who will treat you with utter respect&lt;br /&gt;Someone who will honor your morals.&lt;br /&gt;Someone who will make you smile when you're at your lowest.&lt;br /&gt;Someone who will care for you even when you make mistakes.&lt;br /&gt;Someone who will love you, no matter how bad you make them feel.&lt;br /&gt;Someone who will stop what they're doing just to look you in the eyes....and say "i love you" ..and actually mean it.&lt;br /&gt;Give the nice guys a chance&lt;br /&gt;Guys repost this if you agree&lt;br /&gt;Girls repost this if you think it's cute&lt;br /&gt;Every Guy who isn't a jerk will agree with this, so we hope that all the girls that read this will repost this&lt;br /&gt;*Holding Hands&lt;br /&gt;Girls :If you want to hold his hand, gently bump into it a couple of&lt;br /&gt;times.&lt;br /&gt;Guys : Grab it if it happens more than once.&lt;br /&gt;*Cuddling&lt;br /&gt;Girls : When you want to cuddle with him, tell him you're cold&lt;br /&gt;Guys : Automatically move closer to her.&lt;br /&gt;*Movies&lt;br /&gt;Girls : During a movie, if he puts his arm around you, tilt your head on his shoulder&lt;br /&gt;Guys : Lift her chin up and kiss her.&lt;br /&gt;*Loving each other&lt;br /&gt;Guys : When she tells you she loves you, look deep into her eyes, give her a peck on the lips, and tell her you love her&lt;br /&gt;too... And mean it.&lt;br /&gt;*Laying below the stars&lt;br /&gt;Girls : When you're both laying under the stars, put your head on his chest and close your eyes as you listen to his steady heart beat&lt;br /&gt;Guys : Whisper in her ear and link your hands with hers.&lt;br /&gt;By 12 am tonight your one true love will realize how much they want you.&lt;br /&gt;Girls repost as: written by a guy :]&lt;br /&gt;Guys post as: Girls need to realize&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7561596720849945330-1820395869548152334?l=bienamagbitang.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bienamagbitang.blogspot.com/feeds/1820395869548152334/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bienamagbitang.blogspot.com/2009/01/sweet-3.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7561596720849945330/posts/default/1820395869548152334'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7561596720849945330/posts/default/1820395869548152334'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bienamagbitang.blogspot.com/2009/01/sweet-3.html' title='SWEET. ♥'/><author><name>Biena</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18133516880685078577</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-a0wNXRbDFjQ/Twwc30ryUKI/AAAAAAAAAI4/ppTtTfjgggo/s220/newsgirl.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_84DpmaWTUXI/SWYoG9yqa_I/AAAAAAAAAAU/JtKCjLJ86u0/s72-c/1_071023dsd_s_o.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7561596720849945330.post-6269537467810494746</id><published>2009-01-08T01:32:00.009+08:00</published><updated>2011-12-02T20:20:03.309+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='family'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='photos'/><title type='text'>My DARLiNG Siblings. :)</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://i550.photobucket.com/albums/ii413/rapunzeeel/JosephOdin.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 181px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://i550.photobucket.com/albums/ii413/rapunzeeel/JosephOdincopy.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; CLICK TO SEE FULL SIZE :) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh Gawd. Am I great or am I just GREAT? Haha. I fooled my brothers to strike poses for me! HAHAHA! They're so adorable! - only in this photos where they can't wrestle me till I bruise. 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