<?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-11065389</id><updated>2011-08-19T07:11:02.276-07:00</updated><title type='text'>S e m i C h a r M e D L i F e</title><subtitle type='html'>Average, Everyday, Sane Psycho Supergoddess -Liz Phair</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://esang.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11065389/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://esang.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Rhesa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01565290282934401919</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>22</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11065389.post-8170471264639666029</id><published>2010-04-03T23:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-03T23:30:41.504-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Lazy Sunday</title><content type='html'>Hot Easter Sunday...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My sister's birth day too..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Laid back day,woke up late. Had chocolate chips for breakfast.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No laundry. No cooking, just sitting in front of the tele...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;happy not to work on a Sunday...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;can't wait to get spend the rest of day doing nothing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yay :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11065389-8170471264639666029?l=esang.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://esang.blogspot.com/feeds/8170471264639666029/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11065389&amp;postID=8170471264639666029&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11065389/posts/default/8170471264639666029'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11065389/posts/default/8170471264639666029'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://esang.blogspot.com/2010/04/lazy-sunday.html' title='Lazy Sunday'/><author><name>Rhesa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01565290282934401919</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11065389.post-8636315428569530705</id><published>2009-10-23T21:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-23T21:43:21.490-07:00</updated><title type='text'>happy to be back!</title><content type='html'>After 4 years or so of being silent, finally I was able to claim my blog back! &lt;br /&gt;cheers to me :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was happy when I read my previous post, nothing much though compared to other blogs, but I really appreciate it because It gave me a glimpse of who I am way back. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it really helps, it made me even appreciate my life further. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I trust this won't be the last post.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So happy to be back :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11065389-8636315428569530705?l=esang.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://esang.blogspot.com/feeds/8636315428569530705/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11065389&amp;postID=8636315428569530705&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11065389/posts/default/8636315428569530705'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11065389/posts/default/8636315428569530705'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://esang.blogspot.com/2009/10/happy-to-be-back.html' title='happy to be back!'/><author><name>Rhesa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01565290282934401919</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11065389.post-114043767022951868</id><published>2006-02-20T04:06:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-02-20T04:14:30.260-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Blank</title><content type='html'>Its nice to be back here and write something for a change...&lt;br /&gt;I read some of the comments on my blog and I found it intriguing. &lt;br /&gt;Anyway, moving forward...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Too bad my mind is blank just now, I keep on staring on the monitor but to now avail...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow its back to work again, another 11hr straight :(&lt;br /&gt;Until now, I haven't gotten a haircut nor a manicure.&lt;br /&gt;I guess I need to take it slowly and focus on my self more.&lt;br /&gt;23 years and counting...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wonder whats in store for me this year?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its a sad week, my heart goes to the people who died in Leyte, lets pray for the eternal repose of their souls. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;until next time.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11065389-114043767022951868?l=esang.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://esang.blogspot.com/feeds/114043767022951868/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11065389&amp;postID=114043767022951868&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11065389/posts/default/114043767022951868'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11065389/posts/default/114043767022951868'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://esang.blogspot.com/2006/02/blank.html' title='Blank'/><author><name>Rhesa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01565290282934401919</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11065389.post-111817758673469240</id><published>2005-06-07T13:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-06-07T13:53:06.736-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>You know who you are.&lt;br /&gt;I'm so gratefull I have you.&lt;br /&gt;I cherish you so much, I'm so eager to touch you and hold you...&lt;br /&gt;Wish I could see you now.&lt;br /&gt;Your smile, &lt;br /&gt;Your eyes, &lt;br /&gt;I just can't help thinking about you...&lt;br /&gt;Really am honored I have you...&lt;br /&gt;I'm so thankfull God gave you to me...&lt;br /&gt;I dont want to loose you...&lt;br /&gt;I love you so much baby...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who do you think am I refering to???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My dog------------MoyMoy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gotcha :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11065389-111817758673469240?l=esang.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://esang.blogspot.com/feeds/111817758673469240/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11065389&amp;postID=111817758673469240&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11065389/posts/default/111817758673469240'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11065389/posts/default/111817758673469240'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://esang.blogspot.com/2005/06/you-know-who-you-are.html' title=''/><author><name>Rhesa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01565290282934401919</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11065389.post-111557447715336567</id><published>2005-05-08T10:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-05-08T16:04:21.016-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;HAPPY MOTHERS DAY TO ALL  ! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;ESPECIALLY TO MY MOM, I LOVE YOU SO MUCH.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11065389-111557447715336567?l=esang.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://esang.blogspot.com/feeds/111557447715336567/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11065389&amp;postID=111557447715336567&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11065389/posts/default/111557447715336567'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11065389/posts/default/111557447715336567'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://esang.blogspot.com/2005/05/happy-mothers-day-to-all-especially-to.html' title=''/><author><name>Rhesa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01565290282934401919</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11065389.post-111505452290846823</id><published>2005-05-02T10:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-05-02T10:23:31.993-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Repleksyon</title><content type='html'>Got this through e-mail. A good read, I hope you could take time to read it. Totoong-totoo... Nakarelate ako dito...sana kayo rin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gising, frend.Tumatanda ka na, frend.&lt;br /&gt;Nasa Friday Magic Madness na yung mga paborito mong kanta.&lt;br /&gt;Nakaka-relate ka na sa Classic MTV.&lt;br /&gt;Lesbiana na yungkinaaaliwan mong child star dati.&lt;br /&gt;Nanay na lagi ang role ng crush na crush mong matinee idol noon.&lt;br /&gt;Dati, pag may panot, sisigaw ka agad ng "PENDONG!".&lt;br /&gt;Ngayon, pag may sumisigaw nun, ikaw na yung napapraning.&lt;br /&gt;Parang botika na ang cabinet mo.&lt;br /&gt;May multivitamins, vitamin E, vitamin C, royal jelly, tsaka ginko biloba.&lt;br /&gt;Dati, laging may inuman.&lt;br /&gt;Sa inuman, may lechon, sisig, kaldereta, inihaw na liempo, pusit, at kung anu-ano pa.&lt;br /&gt;Ngayon, nagkukumpulan na lang kayo ng mga kasama mo sa Starbucks at oorder ng tea.&lt;br /&gt;Wala na ang mga kaibigan mo noon.&lt;br /&gt;Ang dating masasayang tawanan ng barkada sa canteen, napalitan na ng walang katapusang pagrereklamo tungkol sa kumpanya ninyo.&lt;br /&gt;Wala na ang best friend mo na lagi mong pinupuntahan kapag may problema ka.&lt;br /&gt;Ang lagi mo na lang kausap ngayon e ang kaopisina mong hindi ka sigurado kung binebenta ka sa iba pag nakatalikod ka.&lt;br /&gt;Ang hirap nangmagtiwala.&lt;br /&gt;Mahirap nang makahanap ng totoong kaibigan.&lt;br /&gt;Hindi mo kayang pagkatiwalaan ang kasama mo araw-araw sa opisina.&lt;br /&gt;Kung sabagay, nagkakilala lang kayo dahil gusto ninyong kumita ng pera at umakyat sa tinatawag nilang "corporate ladder".&lt;br /&gt;Anumang pagkakaibigang umusbong galing sa pera at ambisyon ay hindi talaga totoong pagkakaibigan.&lt;br /&gt;Pera din at ambisyon ang sisira sa inyong dalawa.&lt;br /&gt;Pera.&lt;br /&gt;Pera na ang nagpapatakbo ng buhay mo.&lt;br /&gt;Alipin ka na ng Meralco, PLDT, SkyCable, Globe, Smart, at Sun.&lt;br /&gt;Alipin ka ng Midnight Madness.&lt;br /&gt;Alipin ka ng tollgate saexpressway.&lt;br /&gt;Alipin ka ng credit card mo.&lt;br /&gt;Alipin ka ng ATM.&lt;br /&gt;Alipin ka ng BIR.&lt;br /&gt;Dati-rati masaya ka na sa isang platong instant pancit canton.&lt;br /&gt;Ngayon, dapat may kasamang italian chicken ang fettucine alfredo mo.&lt;br /&gt;Masaya ka na noon pag nakakapag-ober-da-bakod kayo para makapagswimming.&lt;br /&gt;Ngayon, ayaw mong lumangoy kung hindi Boracay o Puerto Galera ang lugar.&lt;br /&gt;Dati, sulit na sulit na sa yo ang gin pomelo.&lt;br /&gt;Ngayon, pagkatapos ng ilang bote ng red wine, maghahanap ka ng San Mig Light o Vodka Cruiser.&lt;br /&gt;Wala ka nang magawa.&lt;br /&gt;Sumasabay ang lifestyle mo sa income mo.&lt;br /&gt;Nagtataka ka kung bakit hindi ka pa rin nakakaipon kahit tumataas ang sweldo mo.&lt;br /&gt;Yung mga bagay na gusto mong bilhin dati na sinasabi mong hindi mo kailangan, abot-kamay mo na. Pero kahit nasa iyo na ang mga gusto mong bilhin, hindi ka pa rin makuntento.&lt;br /&gt;Saan ka ba papunta?frend, gumising ka.&lt;br /&gt;Hindi ka nabuhay sa mundong ito para maging isa lang sa mga baterya ng mga machines sa Matrix. Hanapin mo ang dahilan kung bakit nilagay ka rito.&lt;br /&gt;Kung ang buhay mo ngayon ay uulit-ulit lang hanggang maging kwenta anyos ka na, magsisisi ka.&lt;br /&gt;Lumingon ka kung paano ka nagsimula, isipin ang mga tao at mga bagay na nagpasaya sa yo. Balikan mo sila.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ikaw ang nagbago, hindi ang mundo.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11065389-111505452290846823?l=esang.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://esang.blogspot.com/feeds/111505452290846823/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11065389&amp;postID=111505452290846823&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11065389/posts/default/111505452290846823'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11065389/posts/default/111505452290846823'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://esang.blogspot.com/2005/05/repleksyon.html' title='Repleksyon'/><author><name>Rhesa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01565290282934401919</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11065389.post-111504296525221726</id><published>2005-05-02T06:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-05-02T13:12:47.246-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My itinerary</title><content type='html'>Its May again, darn and its getting hotter and hotter here. I can't barely sleep even its airconditioned. I miss the rainy days, I sleep soundly on rainy days. I had one hell of a week last time, very sweaty and drippy. Literally.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I came home to Pampanga last Friday night, man, its no easy trip. Very humid, traffic, traffic and traffic. I really really really need a break. I hope our trip to Cebu next weekend will push through or if not might settle for Clearwater in Clark and which reminds me, our company outing will be this coming May 7-8. I had a very hot and sleepy weekends last time. One, a date with my ex last Saturday and stayed up till the wee hours of the morning. Well, its not actually a date, more like catching up with each other. Next, I barely slept the whole Sunday, a bleak 2 hour shut eye and spending the rest of the day like a zombie. And now, darn I'm soo sleepy. The cold invites me to sleep and whimpers of the keyboards are like hums to my ears. I'm having a wishful thinking again.&lt;br /&gt;After shift, I'll be attending a 2 hour CMS training, one of four modules that will run till Friday. Then this coming Friday, my sister will be coming here so we can finally settle our place and my friend Ronalyn, will be staying over on may 4-5... Man, another busy week.&lt;br /&gt;I'm already missing my family. Sob. I miss my mom, my pets my bed... Everything! I can't wait to set my foot again to Pampanga. But most of all, I miss my mom... Happy Mothers Day mom. I love you very much.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11065389-111504296525221726?l=esang.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://esang.blogspot.com/feeds/111504296525221726/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11065389&amp;postID=111504296525221726&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11065389/posts/default/111504296525221726'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11065389/posts/default/111504296525221726'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://esang.blogspot.com/2005/05/my-itinerary.html' title='My itinerary'/><author><name>Rhesa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01565290282934401919</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11065389.post-111445680654803824</id><published>2005-04-25T12:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-04-25T12:20:06.550-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Another One...</title><content type='html'>"Back To California"&lt;br /&gt;     &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Sugarcult&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How long I’ll wait&lt;br /&gt;Just to say goodbye&lt;br /&gt;Ten different ways to enjoy this night&lt;br /&gt;Can’t do this anymore&lt;br /&gt;Won’t feel you anymore&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How long I’ll wait&lt;br /&gt;Just to say goodbye&lt;br /&gt;You could never let me in&lt;br /&gt;Holding on until the end&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The time I waste just to say goodbye&lt;br /&gt;Out of your way&lt;br /&gt; I could do this right&lt;br /&gt;Can’t see you anymore&lt;br /&gt;Won’t feel you anymore&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How long I’ll stay&lt;br /&gt;Just to say goodbye, say goodbye&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Leave it all the fights and all&lt;br /&gt;Summer’s getting colder&lt;br /&gt;Drive all night to hold you tight&lt;br /&gt;Back to California&lt;br /&gt;Days went by We waited and I guess we’re getting older&lt;br /&gt;We couldn’t win in the end&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You’re gone&lt;br /&gt;I’m miles away&lt;br /&gt;Turning out your lights&lt;br /&gt;Ten different ways I could end this night&lt;br /&gt;Can’t do this anymore&lt;br /&gt;Won’t feel you anymore&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How long I’ll wait&lt;br /&gt;Just to say goodbye, say goodbye&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Leave it all the fights and all&lt;br /&gt;Summer’s getting colder&lt;br /&gt;Drive all night to hold you tight&lt;br /&gt;Back to CaliforniaDays went by&lt;br /&gt;We waited and I guess we’re getting older&lt;br /&gt;We couldn’t win in the end&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You’re gone&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11065389-111445680654803824?l=esang.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://esang.blogspot.com/feeds/111445680654803824/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11065389&amp;postID=111445680654803824&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11065389/posts/default/111445680654803824'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11065389/posts/default/111445680654803824'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://esang.blogspot.com/2005/04/another-one.html' title='Another One...'/><author><name>Rhesa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01565290282934401919</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11065389.post-111419045075339108</id><published>2005-04-22T10:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-04-22T10:23:49.610-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Song on my mind</title><content type='html'>A K A P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;by IMAGO&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nagtatanong&lt;br /&gt;bakit mahirap&lt;br /&gt;sumabay sa agos ng iyong mundo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nagtataka&lt;br /&gt;Simple lang naman sana&lt;br /&gt;Ang buhay&lt;br /&gt;Kung ika'y matino&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sabihin sa akin&lt;br /&gt;lahat ng lihim mo Iingatan ko&lt;br /&gt;Ibaling sa akin ang problema mo&lt;br /&gt;kakayanin ko&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pikit mata&lt;br /&gt;kong iaalay ang buwan at araw&lt;br /&gt;pati pa sapatos kong suot&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nagtatanong&lt;br /&gt;simple lang naman&lt;br /&gt;sana ang buhay&lt;br /&gt;kung ika'y lumayo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sasamahan ka sa tamis&lt;br /&gt;Sasamahan ka sa dilim&lt;br /&gt;Sasamahan ka hanggang langit&lt;br /&gt;Sasamahan ka sa tamis&lt;br /&gt;Sasamahan ka sa pait&lt;br /&gt;Sasamahan ka sa dilim&lt;br /&gt;Sasamahan ka hanggang langitSasamahan ka&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wish someone will do that for me.&lt;br /&gt;I'm just waiting... : (&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11065389-111419045075339108?l=esang.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://esang.blogspot.com/feeds/111419045075339108/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11065389&amp;postID=111419045075339108&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11065389/posts/default/111419045075339108'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11065389/posts/default/111419045075339108'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://esang.blogspot.com/2005/04/song-on-my-mind.html' title='Song on my mind'/><author><name>Rhesa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01565290282934401919</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11065389.post-111386078817798799</id><published>2005-04-18T14:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-05-04T06:42:41.396-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Personality Test</title><content type='html'>Alright, I did check this regarding personality test, and look what it has to say about me...&lt;br /&gt;So far, the first 4 lines are true,  except for 'tends to look down on others' I beg to disagree. The rest are true ahihihi : )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Check yours here,  &lt;a title="http://www.pressanykey.com/cgi-bin/cgiwrap/pak/treetypes.pl" href="http://www.pressanykey.com/cgi-bin/cgiwrap/pak/treetypes.pl" target="_blank"&gt;http://www.pressanykey.com/cgi-bin/cgiwrap/pak/treetypes.pl&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Of rare beauty&lt;br /&gt;knows how to adapt&lt;br /&gt;likes luxury&lt;br /&gt;of good health not in the least shy&lt;br /&gt;tends to look down on others&lt;br /&gt;self-confident&lt;br /&gt;determined&lt;br /&gt;impatient&lt;br /&gt;wants to impress others&lt;br /&gt;many talents&lt;br /&gt;industrious&lt;br /&gt;healthy optimism&lt;br /&gt;waiting for the one true love&lt;br /&gt;able to make quick decisions.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11065389-111386078817798799?l=esang.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://esang.blogspot.com/feeds/111386078817798799/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11065389&amp;postID=111386078817798799&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11065389/posts/default/111386078817798799'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11065389/posts/default/111386078817798799'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://esang.blogspot.com/2005/04/personality-test.html' title='Personality Test'/><author><name>Rhesa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01565290282934401919</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11065389.post-111383182383307773</id><published>2005-04-18T06:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-04-18T06:43:43.833-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Lucky Me</title><content type='html'>I thank God for giving me another day.&lt;br /&gt;I thank God for giving me a wonderful family.&lt;br /&gt;I thank God for giving me the 'best friends' ever.&lt;br /&gt;I thank God for giving me the chance to speak, read and basically living life to the fullest.&lt;br /&gt;I thank God for giving me the chance to love and be love.&lt;br /&gt;I thank God for everything.&lt;br /&gt;There are lots of things that I'm thankfull to God and its unquantifiable.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On my way to work, I saw a child eating something and I remember that child begging, asking for some change. But to my dismay, I didn't give anything to the poor child. I felt guilty.&lt;br /&gt;I saw through my own face how he artistically ate his little food. It sent shiver to my spine.&lt;br /&gt;Im so bless to have food on the table and eat what and where I want.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel so sad.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11065389-111383182383307773?l=esang.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://esang.blogspot.com/feeds/111383182383307773/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11065389&amp;postID=111383182383307773&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11065389/posts/default/111383182383307773'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11065389/posts/default/111383182383307773'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://esang.blogspot.com/2005/04/lucky-me.html' title='Lucky Me'/><author><name>Rhesa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01565290282934401919</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11065389.post-111358326317734766</id><published>2005-04-15T09:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-04-15T10:09:35.316-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Alive again</title><content type='html'>Hay, its been a long time. Yeah, now writing my blog since way way back that 'dark period', he he...&lt;br /&gt;It really helps that you would express yourself in writing and later feel better, it really does, just like in my case.&lt;br /&gt;Well, it might be different with other people but still, it doesnt hurt to try. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I confess I've been really down and depressed last last time because of work and good thing, I think I'm back on track. More so, I'm  happy that I have Mommy Teysi as supervisor. Man, she really rocks, the best sup I ever  had since day one. &lt;br /&gt;Lots of changes going on. My sister just graduated from high school and now she will be joining me here in Makati. She will be enrolling in CEU Makati this coming semester. My other sibling, John Paul will be graduating from college this coming 20th at Angeles University, he texted me a while ago and he said he doesn't have anything to wear on his graduation ball. I wish I could do something, go home to Pampanga, but to no avail. Bawi na lang ako sa graduation. I wonder what gift I should give him? Any suggestions?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, its officially my rest day today, six hours to go and welcome to Pampanga again. &lt;br /&gt;Hey take care everyone and Godbless.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11065389-111358326317734766?l=esang.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://esang.blogspot.com/feeds/111358326317734766/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11065389&amp;postID=111358326317734766&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11065389/posts/default/111358326317734766'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11065389/posts/default/111358326317734766'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://esang.blogspot.com/2005/04/alive-again.html' title='Alive again'/><author><name>Rhesa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01565290282934401919</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11065389.post-111358273672314746</id><published>2005-04-15T09:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-04-15T11:16:19.560-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Good read</title><content type='html'>I got this from e-mail and I would like to share with to you all. One side note though, its really true. No one can explain the wonders of 'Love'. Its a mystery but I hope through this we would understand it. Enjoy reading, here it goes...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you find yourself in love with someone who does not love you,&lt;br /&gt;be gentle with yourself. There is nothing wrong with you. Love just&lt;br /&gt;didn't choose to rest in the other person's heart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you find someone else in love with you and you don't love her/him,&lt;br /&gt;feel honored that love came and called at your door, but gently refuse&lt;br /&gt;the gift you cannot return. Do not take advantage, do not cause pain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How you deal with love is how you deal with you, and all our hearts feel&lt;br /&gt;the same pains and joys, even if our lives and ways are different.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you fall in love with another, and she falls in love with you, and then&lt;br /&gt;love chooses to leave, do not try to reclaim it or to assess blame,&lt;br /&gt;Let it go. There is a reason and there is a meaning. You will know in time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Remember that you don't choose love. Love chooses you. All you can&lt;br /&gt;really do is accept it for all its mystery when it comes into your life.&lt;br /&gt;Feel the way it fills you to overflowing, then reach out and give it away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Give it back to the person who brought it alive in you.&lt;br /&gt;Give it to others who deem it poor in spirit.&lt;br /&gt;Give it to the world around you in anyway you can.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is where many lovers go wrong. Having been so long without love,&lt;br /&gt;they understand love only as a need. They see their hearts as empty&lt;br /&gt;places that will be filled by love, and they begin to look at love as&lt;br /&gt;something that flows to them rather than from them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The first blush of new love is filled to overflowing, but as their love&lt;br /&gt;cools, they revert to seeing their love as need.&lt;br /&gt;They cease to be someone who generates love and instead become someone who seeks love.&lt;br /&gt;They forget that the secret of love is that it is a gift,&lt;br /&gt;and that it can be made to grow only by giving it away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Remember this, and keep it to your heart. Love has its own time,&lt;br /&gt;its own seasons, and its own reason for coming and going.&lt;br /&gt;You cannot bribe it or coerce it, or reason it into saying.&lt;br /&gt;You can only embrace it when it arrives and give it away when it comes to you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But if it chooses to leave from your heart or from the heart of your&lt;br /&gt;lover, there is nothing you can do and there is nothing you should do.&lt;br /&gt;Love always has been and always will be a mystery.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Be glad that it came to live for a moment in your life.&lt;br /&gt;Don't deny love just only you don't want to be hurt...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you keep your heart open, It will come again.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11065389-111358273672314746?l=esang.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://esang.blogspot.com/feeds/111358273672314746/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11065389&amp;postID=111358273672314746&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11065389/posts/default/111358273672314746'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11065389/posts/default/111358273672314746'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://esang.blogspot.com/2005/04/good-read.html' title='Good read'/><author><name>Rhesa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01565290282934401919</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11065389.post-111358239719431997</id><published>2005-04-15T09:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-04-15T09:26:37.196-07:00</updated><title type='text'>What color is your heart?</title><content type='html'>&lt;table border='0' cellpadding='5' cellspacing='0' width='600'&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;img src='http://images.quizfarm.com/1111547634white heart.bmp'&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt; You scored as &lt;b&gt;White Heart&lt;/b&gt;. Your heart is white. You are probably a very kind and gentle person. Most likely you are an avid reader and a very intellegent person too. Be careful because people like you are often stepped on. Make sure that you can stand up for yourself if need be.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;table border='0' width='300' cellspacing='0' cellpadding='0'&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;font face='Arial' size='1'&gt;White Heart&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;table border='1' cellpadding='0' cellspacing='0' width='63' bgcolor='#dddddd'&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;font face='Arial' size='1'&gt;63%&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;font face='Arial' size='1'&gt;Red Heart&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;table border='1' cellpadding='0' cellspacing='0' width='50' bgcolor='#dddddd'&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;font face='Arial' size='1'&gt;50%&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;font face='Arial' size='1'&gt;Blue Heart&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;table border='1' cellpadding='0' cellspacing='0' width='38' bgcolor='#dddddd'&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;font face='Arial' size='1'&gt;38%&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;font face='Arial' size='1'&gt;Pink Heart&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;table border='1' cellpadding='0' cellspacing='0' width='31' bgcolor='#dddddd'&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;font face='Arial' size='1'&gt;31%&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;font face='Arial' size='1'&gt;Black Heart&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;table border='1' cellpadding='0' cellspacing='0' width='6' bgcolor='#dddddd'&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;font face='Arial' size='1'&gt;6%&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;a href='http://quizfarm.com/test.php?q_id=16281'&gt;What colour is your heart?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;font face='Arial' size='1'&gt;created with &lt;a href='http://quizfarm.com'&gt;QuizFarm.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11065389-111358239719431997?l=esang.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://esang.blogspot.com/feeds/111358239719431997/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11065389&amp;postID=111358239719431997&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11065389/posts/default/111358239719431997'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11065389/posts/default/111358239719431997'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://esang.blogspot.com/2005/04/what-color-is-your-heart.html' title='What color is your heart?'/><author><name>Rhesa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01565290282934401919</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11065389.post-111096393852983513</id><published>2005-03-16T01:02:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-03-17T21:33:59.583-08:00</updated><title type='text'>blank</title><content type='html'>Why does it have to hurt so bad...&lt;br /&gt;Why is it like this...&lt;br /&gt;What have I done?..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;why&lt;br /&gt;why&lt;br /&gt;why...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lots of things going on.. been soooo damn busy and I couldnt even let go of these thoughts goin on my head. Wahhh! I need a breather real quick.&lt;br /&gt;Im so sick and tired. Really tired and fed up. I want to disappear and never come back. I'll take that back. I just want to get out of work. Im so stressed. You might ask why, long story. Its just so sad and hard...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:(&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11065389-111096393852983513?l=esang.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://esang.blogspot.com/feeds/111096393852983513/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11065389&amp;postID=111096393852983513&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11065389/posts/default/111096393852983513'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11065389/posts/default/111096393852983513'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://esang.blogspot.com/2005/03/blank.html' title='blank'/><author><name>Rhesa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01565290282934401919</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11065389.post-110998086172767260</id><published>2005-03-04T14:59:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-03-07T14:09:58.750-08:00</updated><title type='text'>:l</title><content type='html'>Its been a while since the last time I wrote here. Pretty occupied and tired...&lt;br /&gt;Its Saturday again, I cant imagine how fast time flies, just writing my entry last week and here I go again, another entry.&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday, I was asked to make a decision if I want to move up or stay where I am.&lt;br /&gt;Well, who wouldn't want to move up right? But the thing is, I don't know where to go. I've been here on this job for almost 2 years and still, a mere eRep. But I don't have any grievances or what so ever. I don't know where to go. That's it. Maybe it just happen I feel so mediocre on my present job. I think I'm on a career limbo right now.&lt;br /&gt;You see, my parents are asking me to quit my job. My mom said she's old enough, she said I wont progress because I'm a mere employee. Not unless working your own money, it offers the comfort of your own time, and of course the money. Another consideration is my present work now, I love the people Im working with. Its my first job, I learned a lot, met friends, acquaintances and other things. I hate to leave my job because I'm really enjoying it, even though some of my friends are influencing me to resign. Easier said than done huh. . Everything to me is just vague, just working and waiting till the day ends. I'm not like this, really. I desire to move up, be successfully but I just don't know where to start. I was planning to resign this year, but at the back of my mind I just cant. I know my mom is right but Im still enjoying my time here. Maybe this weekend off will help me to contemplate and think where I want really want to do in my life...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11065389-110998086172767260?l=esang.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://esang.blogspot.com/feeds/110998086172767260/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11065389&amp;postID=110998086172767260&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11065389/posts/default/110998086172767260'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11065389/posts/default/110998086172767260'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://esang.blogspot.com/2005/03/l.html' title=':l'/><author><name>Rhesa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01565290282934401919</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11065389.post-110939533255230114</id><published>2005-02-25T21:16:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-02-28T17:41:55.030-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Going home</title><content type='html'>Man, I can't help taking these quizzes at &lt;a href="http://go-quiz.com"&gt;http://go-quiz.com&lt;/a&gt; and &lt;a href="http://blogthings.com"&gt;http://blogthings.com&lt;/a&gt;, its really fun and entertaining. You can try if you want:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll be coming home to Pampanga tonight. Geesh, I wish I could get out of here right this very moment and never come back (ha ha) Serious. I don't know whats wrong with me today. Damn, even at home I can't even rest, lots of things goin on...&lt;br /&gt;Im so sick and tired of riding the bus twice a week for almost 2 years now. Your screwed if you're in the ordinary bus, no aircon and its just worst. Children crying, baggages everywhere even chickens and rice (good god!) Both aircon and ordinary buses are worst. Broken aircons, lausy chairs, rude passengers who refuse to remove their bags. Hah, I wish I could flick my finger and be home on the spot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmm..What bus will I get later?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wish there's a Victory Liner Bus available upon stepping to Estrella. I hate riding 5ive Star Buses, well in fairness to 5ive star, the service is good, the seats are terrible, kas-kasero pa mga  ung ibang driver.Victory, good seats, too cold though and too fast. . .&lt;br /&gt;Its very rare I sleep on trips. Im kind of paranoid, that some body will rob the bus or even bomb the bus. Yeah for real. I cant forget the time I was held up in the bus last 2 years ago.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I need a break, even a vacation. Yeah, probably. I havent been to the beach for almost 10 years. Whoah, thats long. My schedule sucks. Well 2 more months and its rotation again. Good thing, this blog is here, at least still keeps me rational for a while.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Im outa here.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11065389-110939533255230114?l=esang.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://esang.blogspot.com/feeds/110939533255230114/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11065389&amp;postID=110939533255230114&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11065389/posts/default/110939533255230114'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11065389/posts/default/110939533255230114'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://esang.blogspot.com/2005/02/going-home.html' title='Going home'/><author><name>Rhesa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01565290282934401919</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11065389.post-110939497768258256</id><published>2005-02-25T21:15:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-02-25T21:16:17.686-08:00</updated><title type='text'>What Breed of Puppy Are You?</title><content type='html'>&lt;table width=400 align=center border=1 bordercolor=black cellspacing=0 cellpadding=2&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor=#66CCFF align=center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font face="Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif" style='color:black; font-size: 14pt;'&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;You Are a German Shepherd Puppy&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor=#FFFFFF&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.quizdiva.net/bt/german-shepherd-puppy.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font color="#000000"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Intelligent, quick witted, and a bit aggressive.&lt;br /&gt;You've got the jaw power to take a bite out of anyone you choose.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/puppyquiz/index.php"&gt;What Breed of Puppy Are You?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11065389-110939497768258256?l=esang.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://esang.blogspot.com/feeds/110939497768258256/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11065389&amp;postID=110939497768258256&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11065389/posts/default/110939497768258256'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11065389/posts/default/110939497768258256'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://esang.blogspot.com/2005/02/what-breed-of-puppy-are-you.html' title='What Breed of Puppy Are You?'/><author><name>Rhesa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01565290282934401919</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11065389.post-110939390078264468</id><published>2005-02-25T20:55:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-02-25T20:59:44.423-08:00</updated><title type='text'>What Icecream flavor are you?</title><content type='html'>&lt;table width=280px bgcolor=#000099 border=1 bordercolor=black&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;Td bgcolor=#ccffff align=center&gt;&lt;font style="font-family: arial,verdana; font-size: 12pt; color: black;"&gt;Your Icecream Flavour is...&lt;/font&gt;&lt;font style="font-family: arial,verdana; font-size: 16pt; color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;BR&gt;French Vanilla!&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;Tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor=white&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.go-quiz.com/icecream-vanilla.gif" align=right&gt;&lt;font style="font-family: arial,verdana; font-size: 12pt; color: black;"&gt;You're a smooth and silky suave type! You exude class and you believe in tradition. A classical taste who doesn't like things to be too flashy or showy. Climb the Eiffel tower of taste with a spoonfull of you! Oui Oui!&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.go-quiz.com/icecream/icecream-test.php"&gt;What is your Icecream Flavour?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Find out at &lt;a href="http://www.go-quiz.com/"&gt;Go Quiz&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11065389-110939390078264468?l=esang.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://esang.blogspot.com/feeds/110939390078264468/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11065389&amp;postID=110939390078264468&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11065389/posts/default/110939390078264468'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11065389/posts/default/110939390078264468'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://esang.blogspot.com/2005/02/what-icecream-flavor-are-you.html' title='What Icecream flavor are you?'/><author><name>Rhesa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01565290282934401919</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11065389.post-110937183653995379</id><published>2005-02-25T14:01:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-02-25T14:50:36.540-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Last song syndrome</title><content type='html'>Have you heard this song by Session Road over the radio ?&lt;br /&gt;After their hit single, Suntok Sa Buwan, they've come up with this new song, and its good. If you just sit down and listen to the lyrics. . .&lt;br /&gt;And just by the lyrics itself you know the story,  where some of us have been there, done that or are going through right now,  and its no joke. A simple song and it just pierce you...deep.&lt;br /&gt;Okay, 'nuff said. Enjoy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Leaving you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Im watching me make a fool of myself&lt;br /&gt;Silently speaking my wish to be free&lt;br /&gt;Turning my world inside out&lt;br /&gt;Spin my emotions building my doubt&lt;br /&gt;I fed on you strangeness plain and true&lt;br /&gt;But there was nothing beneath it I knew&lt;br /&gt;I see myself falling from grace&lt;br /&gt;My life fading without a trace&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I’m tired of waiting here for you&lt;br /&gt;Can’t waste my time I’m leaving you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And now that you’ve taken the world out of me&lt;br /&gt;I’m left with my body hanging free&lt;br /&gt;As lovers come and comfort me&lt;br /&gt;I’m still left with my misery&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I’m tired of waiting here for you&lt;br /&gt;Can’t waste my time I’m leaving you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I’m leaving you&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11065389-110937183653995379?l=esang.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://esang.blogspot.com/feeds/110937183653995379/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11065389&amp;postID=110937183653995379&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11065389/posts/default/110937183653995379'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11065389/posts/default/110937183653995379'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://esang.blogspot.com/2005/02/last-song-syndrome.html' title='Last song syndrome'/><author><name>Rhesa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01565290282934401919</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11065389.post-110931797503796408</id><published>2005-02-24T23:47:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-05-04T06:30:25.460-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Thing called Love. . .</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Just want to share this. I got this through email today, and its so true...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) Don't turn your back to love when it's already infront of you. Don'tdrive it away from you, because if you do, someday,you'll think again, why you let love flew when it was there next to you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2) In Love, think things first over if you're sureabout how you feel. Don't fall too hard not knowing where you willstand, 'coz it will hurt real bad if things don't go the way you want them tobe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3) It's an irony to know that it takes hours forsomeone to have guts to say "hi" to the one she likes, days to admire ,weeksto miss the person, months to love, but just a blink of an eye to saygoodbye...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4) Go for the person who loves you. It is not wrongto love someone who belongs to someone else, but it is much better tolove someone who could also love you in return.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5) Love isn't something we hold, it is something weset free. It's not something we just do, but it's something we don'timagine to be. Lastly, it's not something we choose, it chooses us...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6) The scariest thing about falling in love isgetting hurt. The scariest thing about getting hurt is not being able to loveagain. The scariest thing about not loving again is being alone forever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7) When you follow your heart, worry not where itwill lead you, for your heart knows the way. And if you do get lost or reacha dead end, use your head to lead you back home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8) When you truly care for someone, you don't lookfor faults, you don't look for answers, you don't look for mistakes.Instead, you fight for the mistakes, you accept the faults, and you overlookexcuses.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9) It's better to lose your pride to the one youlove, than lose your loved one to your useless pride.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10) Love is ......... not "it's your fault ", but " i'm sorry ", not " where are you ? ", but " i'm here ", not "how could you ?", but" i understand, not "i wish you were here ", but " i'm thankful youare ".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11) The beginning of love is to let those we love bejust themselves, and not twist with our own image. Otherwise, we loveonly the reflection of ourselves we find in them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12) If a relationship is truly meant for you, yourlove will find a wayto make it happen, and God will be there to makesure it will stay .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;We all want to fall in love. Why? Because thatexperience makes us feel completely alive.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Where every sense is heightened,every emotion is magnified, our everyday reality is shattered and weare flying into the heavens.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It may only last a moment, an hour, anafternoon. But that doesn't diminish its value. Because we are left withmemories that we treasure for the rest of our lives. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11065389-110931797503796408?l=esang.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://esang.blogspot.com/feeds/110931797503796408/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11065389&amp;postID=110931797503796408&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11065389/posts/default/110931797503796408'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11065389/posts/default/110931797503796408'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://esang.blogspot.com/2005/02/thing-called-love.html' title='Thing called Love. . .'/><author><name>Rhesa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01565290282934401919</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11065389.post-110929558488937603</id><published>2005-02-24T17:05:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-02-24T19:02:11.876-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Finally!</title><content type='html'>Ah... finally a blog of my own..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For almost a year now,  I've been planning to put together my thoughts into paper but I guess it would be easier if I could put it right here.&lt;br /&gt;I was so into the mood of writing, promise,  not until this stupid customer ruined my day!&lt;br /&gt;yeah... should I say a coldhearted business woman, a certified B**** (oh and make that with a capital B!) I just can't put into context or so what she told me. Its really unpleasant and knowing business people to be really straight and bloody formal but she is another story.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Enough. Okay, Im fine now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As I was saying, I was really glad to have this blogspot. I was able to sign up  for other blog spots however I didn't end up putting  that much  entries.. (I have one entry in blogdrive.com though... ) but still I wasnt able to use it that much because, its too techie and Im not like that. Well,  I would love to be equipped with the know-how even just the basics, but heck to no avail.&lt;br /&gt;But its all good, Im still looking forward to it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just really can't believe im writing my first entry here while at work... hehehe sweet!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11065389-110929558488937603?l=esang.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://esang.blogspot.com/feeds/110929558488937603/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11065389&amp;postID=110929558488937603&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11065389/posts/default/110929558488937603'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11065389/posts/default/110929558488937603'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://esang.blogspot.com/2005/02/finally.html' title='Finally!'/><author><name>Rhesa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01565290282934401919</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry></feed>
