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  <title>i'll paint your world pink</title>
  <subtitle>if you let me...</subtitle>
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    <name>Sarjie Princess</name>
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  <updated>2009-03-22T09:06:44Z</updated>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:sarj:53634</id>
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    <title>Unyt 20</title>
    <published>2009-03-22T09:06:44Z</published>
    <updated>2009-03-22T09:06:44Z</updated>
    <content type="html">Thank God for Unyt. =)&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;No offense but the C25 sucks. The calls last for only 5min and reconnecting takes forever.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;With Unyt, talk time per call is 30min and reconnecting's a breeze.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Promotion ba ito?&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Pwede rin..&lt;br&gt;   &lt;p class="multiply:no_crosspost"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:sarj:53375</id>
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    <title>guess who's back...</title>
    <published>2009-03-20T14:26:06Z</published>
    <updated>2009-03-20T14:26:06Z</updated>
    <content type="html">Hi everyone!&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;I'm back in Manila. Atchuli, since Sunday pa.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;For good? Secret nalan yun.. hehe...&lt;br&gt;  &lt;p class="multiply:no_crosspost"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:sarj:53225</id>
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    <title>is this dizizit?</title>
    <published>2009-02-16T03:16:37Z</published>
    <updated>2009-02-16T03:16:37Z</updated>
    <content type="html">I hope so.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;I really, really hope so.&lt;br&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br&gt;Sigh...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;So this is how it feels like when someone tells you, "I love you". It's so magical, the way these three words make life soooo much sweeeeter.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Thank you, Lord for Doubard, not just from the bottom of my heart, but from the deepest recesses of my entire being. ^^,&lt;br&gt;   &lt;p class="multiply:no_crosspost"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:sarj:52841</id>
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    <title>So what happens then?</title>
    <published>2009-01-29T12:52:08Z</published>
    <updated>2009-01-29T12:52:08Z</updated>
    <content type="html">The future is looming ahead.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Scares the crap out of me.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Though I now what's in store for me in the next 4 months - review, refresher, board exam - what happens next?&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;A master's degree? Structural or Energy? Will I get a scholarship? What if I don't?&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;How about a job instead? Construction, design, teaching? A job here, in Manila, abroad? In outer space!?!?&lt;br&gt;    &lt;p class="multiply:no_crosspost"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;</content>
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    <title>So what happens then?</title>
    <published>2009-01-29T12:47:19Z</published>
    <updated>2009-01-29T12:47:19Z</updated>
    <content type="html">&lt;br&gt;   &lt;p class="multiply:no_crosspost"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:sarj:52224</id>
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    <title>always this crazy and ridiculous obsession with love</title>
    <published>2009-01-27T06:03:37Z</published>
    <updated>2009-01-27T06:03:37Z</updated>
    <content type="html">Vaugh (a seatmate): &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"Do you wanna know if you really love somebody? Try to picture her in the future, say 30, 40, 50 years from now. If you think you still love her then, then you really love her.&lt;/span&gt;" (translated)&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Sigh... Vaughn, such a sweet guy. His girlfriend must be really lucky.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;I'ma find me a Vaughn.&lt;br&gt;&lt;p class="multiply:no_crosspost"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:sarj:52082</id>
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    <title>the yaya factor</title>
    <published>2009-01-17T09:40:36Z</published>
    <updated>2009-01-17T09:40:36Z</updated>
    <content type="html">Great news! I don't live alone anymore.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;My dad found me a cousin to help me with the chores at home, a.k.a. a yaya.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;She's two years younger than me but I don't let her call me ate. Her name is Sheila but everyone calls her Che-che. She's been with me for a day and a week now. She has been very helpful indeed, specially during the great flood of CDO (this is the explanation to all the "we" and "us" and "our" in my previous blogs).&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Life is so much easier with her around. No need to worry about the laundry, cooking (though sometimes I do the cooking kasi gusto ko talagang magluto), the dishes, and the cleaning (specially getting rid of leaves that fall within our property, such a tedious job, or baka hindi lang talaga ako sanay). And, it's not that lonely when I go home at night.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;I think yayas are underrated. It's been 10 years since the last time I lived in a house with help, and 20 since I had a personal yaya. The difference between having even just one and none is absolutely tremendous. They ought to have a day, like Mother's Day or Grandparent's Day, when we celebrate their worth.&lt;br&gt;   &lt;p class="multiply:no_crosspost"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:sarj:51957</id>
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    <title>the evacuee</title>
    <published>2009-01-17T09:15:40Z</published>
    <updated>2009-01-17T09:15:40Z</updated>
    <content type="html">So we went back to our house last Thursday. It was unscratched save for the laundry basket that fell of the table (nagpaiwan kasi sa labas). The river didn't overflow so no flood, and no landslide occured. The funny thing? It flooded at my uncle's house, where we evacuated. But only up to the gate since their house, like ours, is elevated.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Oh, and there was no electricity. I think the power was down since the night before because some of the food stored in the refrigerator went bad. We cooked the rest knowing it was going to take a while before Cepalco can fix all the damaged power lines.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Electricity was back yesterday and things are slowly returning to their normal state.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Except for the weather. It has been raining for a week now.&lt;br&gt;   &lt;p class="multiply:no_crosspost"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:sarj:51703</id>
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    <title>The great CDO flood</title>
    <published>2009-01-13T16:19:19Z</published>
    <updated>2009-01-13T16:19:19Z</updated>
    <content type="html">Strong winds, heavy rain in CDO? Unheard of until a little over a week ago.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;And since the rain was not limited to the city only but to the surrounding mountains as well, it brought about the great flood of CDO. In two parts, mind you.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Part 1 (Jan 3) the Cagayan River, the River less than a hundred meters from our house (you can see the river through our living room window), overflowed. We're lucky our house is elevated. The flood waters reached only our gate. Our neighbors though, tsk tsk tsk... On some parts of the road leading to our residence, the flood was over 5 feet deep!&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Part&amp;nbsp; (Jan 11) was the Iponan Creek. This is in the other side of the city, near the coast.&lt;br&gt;   &lt;p class="multiply:no_crosspost"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:sarj:51391</id>
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    <title>The Buzz</title>
    <published>2009-01-13T08:49:10Z</published>
    <updated>2009-01-13T08:49:10Z</updated>
    <content type="html">Last Sunday...&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Ruffa: "In my case &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;kasi&lt;/span&gt;, even though it was not over in my heart, I had to end it because of circumstances..."&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;How true. And not just in your case, Ruffa.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Sigh... gugmang giatay.&lt;br&gt;   &lt;p class="multiply:no_crosspost"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:sarj:50963</id>
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    <title>Somebody to Love</title>
    <published>2009-01-13T08:12:00Z</published>
    <updated>2009-01-13T08:12:00Z</updated>
    <content type="html">When I was about 14 or 15, I decided that I should get married at the age of 23. To me then it was the perfect age to settle down. Not too young to know a thing or two about raising a family but not too old to live to see my great-grand children&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;I'm turning 24 this year and with my single status, I'm nowhere near my "goal".&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Several months ago, I thought I have found the love of my life. Unfortunately, he turned out to be a not so great guy. OK, he's a jerk. It took me a long time, and I mean a really loooooooong time (6 years to be exact) to finally figure him out. Thank God for real friends who'd rather hurt me with the brutal truth than lie to my face just so I'd hear what I wanna hear. The deal breaker? It took him a month and a half to realize I have moved back home and was hundreds of miles (roughly 80 min by air, 36 hrs by sea or three days by land) away. Dude, seriously. To pull of something like that does not even qualify him as a friend.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;So now I'm back to square one. It's a good thing I have finalized the list of qualities for my Mr. Right. It's like a check list. I started making it before I turned 18. Back then, the list totalled 31 items. Some items were redundant and a lot were just plain sillly. After 6 years, I was able to narrow it down to 5.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;The list:&lt;br&gt;1. He can give me security - specially in these two facets of life -&lt;br&gt;&amp;nbsp;a.emotional - I must not worry about him being unfaithful or having other frivolous priorities, and he must be free of any abusive traits.&lt;br&gt;&amp;nbsp;b. financial - duh. I don't mean for him to be rich. He just has to earn enough to support us, his family, or at least for now, has the potential to do so.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;2. He is passionate about something - a hobby, perhaps, about music (if he sings, +++), about God (big +++), about making me happy (I'll see you at the altar), as long as it's morally upright, he gets a check.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;3. He can make me laugh - really laugh - the Julia Roberts kind of laugh. I love laughing. Everytime I laugh, all sorts of anxieties just melt away. If he can make me laugh, then he can also melt my anxieties away.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;4. He must be truly, madly and deeply in love with me - he must love me with the kind of love he's not willing to die for, but willing to live for. Aye, the mark of a true martyr, one who'd rather live for what he believes in than die for it.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;5. I must be truly, madly and deeply in love with him - need I mention more?&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Of course by default he must love God with all of his heart, mind, soul and strength, me being a Christian and all.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Plus, I think it wouldn't hurt if he has these remarkable qualities that I noticed from these men I was fortunate enough to have been close with.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Inad's lovable nature - I tell you, I can never stay mad st Inad for more than 5 min.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Icee's amiable personality - Mr. Right must make me feel that comfort and ease I feel when I'm with Icee.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Jaylord's passion for his faith - Everytime Jaylord talks about his faith, Christianity, or life itself, the world just stops; well, at least my world stops just to listen. This man is astoundingly grounded - a too good a virtue to overlook.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;The subtle sexiness of this one person I'd rather not mention to avoid controversies (a.k.a. the jerk) - Pam would most likely disagree but there's just something about him. Sorry, Pam, but you know all to well the type of guys I tend to fall for.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;The musical talent of Paul McCartney.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;The shrewd determination of Tom Cruise.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;The dauntless demeanor of Bruce Willis.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;The unassuming yet very charming character of John Cusack.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Alright, the last four was pushing it. But I was on a roll. Could not be helped.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;So there. Mr. Right, I hope to see you soon. If not soon then I hope soon enough for me to live to see my great-grand children. Let's hook up, get married, have babies, and live happily ever after. Sounds fairytale-ish, but I'm positive I'm gonna have my own once-upon-a-time story. A story I'd tell my great-grandchildren. Must keep the faith.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;My biological clock is so screwed this days, I sleep at 3am and wake up at noon. It's making me feel so unproductive. So last night, I decided to make use of my nocturnal life. I started studying, but ended up writing this.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br&gt;    &lt;p class="multiply:no_crosspost"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;</content>
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    <title>Finally I was able to upload photos</title>
    <published>2008-12-30T18:36:58Z</published>
    <updated>2008-12-30T18:36:58Z</updated>
    <content type="html">I'm at Laine's.&lt;br&gt;There's wifi here. Finally, a decent internet connection.&lt;br&gt;Upload galore.&lt;br&gt;Buti nalang dala ko flashidisk ko.&lt;br&gt;Sayang konti lang nakasave the flashdisk ko.&lt;br&gt;Bittersweet.&lt;br&gt;At least I was able to upload the rest of the &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://http://sgbalmocena.multiply.com/journal/item/177/nostalgic_afternoon"&gt;kaban&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/span&gt;('antique trunk') photos.&lt;br&gt;   &lt;p class="multiply:no_crosspost"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:sarj:50590</id>
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    <title>Late Notice</title>
    <published>2008-12-30T17:11:36Z</published>
    <updated>2008-12-30T17:11:36Z</updated>
    <content type="html">My pinsans and I were watching Shake Rattle and Roll X when I received a text from Graeco saying our elementary batchmates were having a reunion party.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Pisti jud.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;I was in CDO (like, duh, wala kayang cinema sa Malaybalay).&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;They were in Malaybalay (about 2hours away).&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;=(&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Sabi kasi after new year pa ako pwede.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;All in all more than 20 attended. Kelan pa kaya ganyan karami ulit?&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Pisti jud.&lt;br&gt;   &lt;p class="multiply:no_crosspost"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;</content>
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    <title>It's that time of the year..</title>
    <published>2008-12-28T07:58:48Z</published>
    <updated>2008-12-28T07:58:48Z</updated>
    <content type="html">...when my social life goes down the drain because family affairs eat up the holidays (as I literally eat up the holidays - i think i gained 5lbs)&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;My apologies to those who invited me over for christmas get-togethers, dinners, parties, celebrations. =(&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Bawi nalang ako after the holidays. =)&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;I hope you still have the time.&lt;br&gt;  &lt;p class="multiply:no_crosspost"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;</content>
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    <title>so far...</title>
    <published>2008-12-26T11:04:12Z</published>
    <updated>2008-12-26T11:04:12Z</updated>
    <content type="html">So good. 
Having a globe sim has been totally worth it. Kudos to unlitxt and unyt! 
Tried white water rafting. The best adventure experience yet. Talbog ang ftx nung ROTC days freshman year. I didn't even mind catching a cold for getting soaked for 5hours. As usual, to follow ang photos kay nakikinet lang ako on my tita's phone.
We kinda have to go now.
Til next time!
xoxo&lt;p class="multiply:no_crosspost"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;</content>
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    <title>Merry Christmas everyone!</title>
    <published>2008-12-24T08:14:16Z</published>
    <updated>2008-12-24T08:14:16Z</updated>
    <content type="html">I'll try to greet y'all through text later.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Amishu!!!&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;mwah&lt;br&gt;   &lt;p class="multiply:no_crosspost"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:sarj:49410</id>
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    <title>dahil globe ka</title>
    <published>2008-12-15T03:14:12Z</published>
    <updated>2008-12-15T03:14:12Z</updated>
    <content type="html">Oo, ikaw.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;May globe na rin ako +639275496608&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;I'll still be using my smart number so please keep it.&lt;br&gt; &lt;br&gt; Merry Christmas!!!   &lt;p class="multiply:no_crosspost"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;</content>
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    <title>Colorgenics</title>
    <published>2008-12-13T07:58:09Z</published>
    <updated>2008-12-13T07:58:09Z</updated>
    <content type="html">&lt;p&gt; Name: sarjie&lt;br&gt;   Date: 12/13/2008&lt;br&gt;   Colorgenics Number: 51342607&lt;/p&gt; &lt;hr&gt;       &lt;p&gt;         &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;You are longing for some love and affection at this time - not that you have been deprived of tender loving care - but there are times when everyone needs to try something new or to go 'somewhere' else to perhaps experience that little extra 'understanding'.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;You are a true extrovert, frivolous and outgoing. You need to feel in control of any situation. If matters are not proceeding according to plan you tend to get extremely irritable and perhaps become difficult to live with.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;All the problems that you have been experiencing of late seem to have become a part of your life and there is little that can be done to change the situation. Your emotions run high - but even though you feel as if at times you are about to burst this situation will pass. Try to release your pent-up emotions by participating in some extra physical activities like running, swimming, whatever. There must be some favorite pastime, not necessarily strenuous, that can help you to relax.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;You are being unduly influenced by the situation that is all around you. You do not like the feeling of loneliness and whatever it is that seems to separate you from others. You know that life can be wonderful and you are anxious to experience life in all its aspects, to live it to the full. You therefore resent any restriction or limitations that are being imposed on you and you insist on going it alone.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;You don't like conflict and you endeavor to avoid criticism. You want to do your own thing and to be able to decide what is right for you. You have considerable personable charm - and this is used with considerable effect on those that keep your company.&lt;/p&gt;         &lt;br&gt; &lt;img src="http://www.goldinuniverse.com/images/Paul_signature.gif" style="float: none ! important;" width="163" height="100"&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;OMG!!!&lt;br&gt;so true&lt;br&gt;   &lt;p class="multiply:no_crosspost"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;</content>
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    <title>Christmas wishlist</title>
    <published>2008-12-13T07:55:53Z</published>
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    <content type="html">With the life I have right now, I could not ask for more.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Well, except for:&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;1. Pepper spray - I think I need it, specially when I go home after my 5:30 to 9pm review sessions. I'd buy one myself but I don't know where.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;2. Good Omens by Terry Pratchett and Neil Gaiman (book) - I've read Pam's and I super loved it. Would really love to own a copy.&lt;br&gt;   &lt;p class="multiply:no_crosspost"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;</content>
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    <title>life goes on</title>
    <published>2008-12-08T03:38:18Z</published>
    <updated>2008-12-08T03:38:18Z</updated>
    <content type="html">I'm living alone now. Grace found a job and it was closer to where she used to live so she moved back there. Oh well. Actually, I kinda like it better now that I live alone. It's not so bad. It's kinda lonely but I think I can get used to it. So much for the puppy. But I have a cat now. Actually, I think it's been our cat for quite some time without us knowing. The first time I noticed her was when I closed our gate and tried to shoo her away. I can vividly remember the look on her face. It was as if she was saying, "I live her, why the hell do you want me to go?". After that I fed her some leftovers and I think we're friends now. I named her Miss Kitty. Sorry, Inad, can't help it. As for the name Baltimore, I gave that to my calculator.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Review is ok. I've made myself some friends. Most are from Central Mindanao University (CMU). They're not from the city, too, so I think I can bond with them while we explore our way around the city. I'll also invite them over for study groups. I'll post photos as soon as I am able to borrow my mom's cam.&lt;br&gt;  &lt;p class="multiply:no_crosspost"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;</content>
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    <title>i think my pants shrunk</title>
    <published>2008-12-02T06:40:09Z</published>
    <updated>2008-12-02T06:40:09Z</updated>
    <content type="html">It sure feels tighter.&lt;br&gt;Or...&lt;br&gt;I got a little heavier. Yay!&lt;br&gt;Now I have something to burn when I tone up and have fabulous beach bod to flaunt at the shores of Cagayan de Oro City.&lt;br&gt;I just moved in my new place here in CDO. &lt;br&gt;MY PLACE! char!&lt;br&gt;After days of makeover, I was able to make the house homey-ier. It still needs a lot of work. It was built 1984 and has never been renovated. Repainted, but not renovated. The electrical configuration sucks. But I think I was able to make the most out of everything in the house.&lt;br&gt;I am finally living in my own place - well, technically it my parents' house but they don't live here, I do - and on my own - well, not really (another technicality), since Grace, a second cousin, lives with me just so I wont live alone (my parents and practically everyone else were adamant that I not live alone) she's kinda like help but not really since she's my cousin.&lt;br&gt;I'll upload photos (dami ko ng utang na photos) when my mom's laptop, e.i. reca, gets fixed.&lt;br&gt;Oh, and by the way, I'll be having a dog next week. Grace will bring one of their puppies to come live with us. I'm soooo excited. I'm gonna name him Doggie. Isn't it such a cute name? Or Baltimore, so I can greet it a "Good morning, Baltimore!". Haha!&lt;br&gt;  &lt;p class="multiply:no_crosspost"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;</content>
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    <title>Is it me?</title>
    <published>2008-11-18T12:37:09Z</published>
    <updated>2008-11-18T12:37:09Z</updated>
    <content type="html">&lt;p&gt;I'm miserable. I can tell because I'm not gaining weight. An idyllic place like this, with all the food and no exercise? I must be at least a hundred pounds by now. But no, I have not gained weight, not a single pound. Everyday, the weighing scale always point at 96lbs. It occured to me that it might be broken, but when I weighed myself at my lola's, it still was 96lbs. At leasing I'm not losing weight. When I start to lose weight, I must be in despair!&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Or is it this place?&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Don't get me wrong, this place is lovely (though not as picturesque&amp;nbsp;as UP). The mountains are just so majestic. And the weather! It's cold but not to cold. When it's sunny it's not too hot, just enough to dry the&amp;nbsp;laundry.&amp;nbsp;When it rains it may pour hard&amp;nbsp;but the wind is not strong. Fibrella umbrellas not needed.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;The lifestyle here, however, is just too... simple. There's not a lot to go to. The mall closes at seven, so do the other major stores. Mercury drug closes at nine. No stores are left open after ten (promise!). No wonder there are a lot of&amp;nbsp;unwanted pregnancies here (ahihihi). Could be because of the rebels. I don't mean&amp;nbsp;the unwanted pregnancies but the early closing of the stores. I've heard stories but so far have not exprerienced their presence first hand. But I'm not&amp;nbsp;looking forward to that. NO. Lord, wag naman sana... I may be tired of this simple life but I'm not that desperate for that kind of drama.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;The people are nice. Gossip, however, is &lt;em&gt;talamak&lt;/em&gt;. As in. So I guess it should be: The people are nice when face to face. Usual gossip are: "Remember Mrs. ___'s daughter? She's pregnant!", or "Did you hear about Mr.___'s affair? His wife in the States found out and I hear she's never coming back", or "It's only a matter of time before Mrs.____&amp;nbsp;will have a nervous breakdown. Those kids of hers are such troublemakers" blah blah blah. Of course they speak in bisaya when they say all those things. Hehe..&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;So, is it me? is it this place? or neither? I'm just probably not suited to live here.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Or...&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;I just need to get used to living here. Who knows, but the time I move to Cagayan, this place has grown on me, and it won't be so bad to come here on the weekends.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;sigh...&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;I need to find me some friends. Friends my age. A boyfriend, perhaps? Haha!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="multiply:no_crosspost"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;</content>
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    <title>oh no...</title>
    <published>2008-11-17T09:40:59Z</published>
    <updated>2008-11-17T09:40:59Z</updated>
    <content type="html">&lt;p&gt;Everything is going so horribly wrong.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;First, the internet sure sucks. It's because of this proxy thing that makes it extremely diffcult to open my gmail account. You see, my gmail is the lifeline of my cyber social life. I can see it going down the drain now...&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Besides that, I can't download mozilla firefox which at least opens gmail in html.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Plus, I can't download java which makes uploading photos so much easier. I still have not finished uploading the photos I discovered lying around in my files about a month ago, the photos last Nov 2 at Himlayan, and, of course, the rest of the wedding photos. And, without the photos, I just might as well not blog about it. Haay... And the connection is soooo sloooooow, keeping up with&amp;nbsp;everyone in multiply takes forever!&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;And...&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;I missed the BIG EVENT at the FORT last night.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;And...&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;I'm gonna miss that Katinas concert.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;And...&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;I'm sick of spending my days alone at home. I'm sick of cable TV, of DVDs, of eating (sometimes, I swear!), of reading, of living(?).&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;And...&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;I'm sick of cleaning up the house only to find out later I did the wrong thing by throwing away so much stuff. Apparently my mom and I have a worlds apart definition of clutter.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;And...&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;I'm sick of waiting for December 1, the day I move to CDO.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;And...&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;And...&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Must... Not... Cry...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="multiply:no_crosspost"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;</content>
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    <title>what have i done?</title>
    <published>2008-11-12T09:48:18Z</published>
    <updated>2008-11-12T09:48:18Z</updated>
    <content type="html">&lt;p&gt;It's been a week and a day.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Internet is scarce so this entry will have to do for now. I'll blog some other time regarding&amp;nbsp;my brother's&amp;nbsp;wedding.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;So, anyway... &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Wait... about the wedding:&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Ate Emie - that's&amp;nbsp;her name, my new sister-in-law -&amp;nbsp;has started calling my dad daddy and my mom mommy. It feels weird. It's not bad weird, but it's not good weird either. It's new weird. I've gotton so used to being the only girl calling my parents daddy and mommy, I don't know what to make of it yet.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;So now, about the 'what have I done?' thing:&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;I miss everyone I left behind. I'm still in Bukidnon with my parents. They're off to work everyday so I'm left alone everyday. I'd be glad to roam around the lovely city of Malaybalay but I don't have any money. It's a good thing my dad gave me this resource speakership gig so I earned myself a little. Just enough, actually, to spend when I go to CDO tomorrow and enroll myself at Besavilla Review Center and have a little chitchat with Ate Bambi, one of my roommates in Molave (1st sem of 03-04). I'm a little excited since I haven't seen her in 5 years! Finally I'll be able to rekindle my once oh-so-very-active social life that has been dormant in the past week.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;I hope I'll have a good life here. I'm a little worried it might not measure up to the life I gave up. But I'm a grown up now, and grown ups aren't just supposed to make the right decisions, but also to stand by the decisions they make (got this from an episode in Ugly Betty). Besides, it's temporary, my life here. I still have a choice on where I'll work and settle down. For now, I absolutely have no idea, like I'm in some kind of limbo. But the thought of having the freedom&amp;nbsp;to make my own choice&amp;nbsp;in&amp;nbsp;building my own life feels good.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="multiply:no_crosspost"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;</content>
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    <title>1 day...</title>
    <published>2008-11-03T04:09:42Z</published>
    <updated>2008-11-03T04:09:42Z</updated>
    <content type="html">Finally I was able to start packing. From the looks of it, half of my stuff are going to charity (hopefully kasi magagamit pa talaga yung mga yun), a quarter is trash and the remaining quarter is what I'm bringing home.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Please understand. It's not like I'm sick and tired of Metro Manila. Well, sort of. I honestly feel suffocated here. So I'm going to take a breather.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;It's no big deal, really. I'll be back in April.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;And with the technology these days, it will be as if I'm not away. =D&lt;br&gt;&lt;p class="multiply:no_crosspost"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;</content>
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