<?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-12495485</id><updated>2011-04-22T09:14:31.465+08:00</updated><title type='text'>F off, will ya?</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pensblog.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12495485/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pensblog.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Pen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05382866099818004589</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>24</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12495485.post-7108103169286263912</id><published>2009-04-21T03:33:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-21T04:02:59.945+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_B9UsevlAW-A/SezT6X71TdI/AAAAAAAAACk/tbg1XQmlzZ4/s1600-h/2795_68718713423_510418423_1788840_6458919_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 180px; height: 200px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_B9UsevlAW-A/SezT6X71TdI/AAAAAAAAACk/tbg1XQmlzZ4/s200/2795_68718713423_510418423_1788840_6458919_n.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5326865459083300306" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; My pet, Cutie, rawrks! &lt;br /&gt;She hates scammers.&lt;br /&gt;She's uber cute! Hence the name.&lt;br /&gt;She loves her Hard Rawr Cafe.&lt;br /&gt;And she's now a Ruby Reowned Pet!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12495485-7108103169286263912?l=pensblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pensblog.blogspot.com/feeds/7108103169286263912/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12495485&amp;postID=7108103169286263912' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12495485/posts/default/7108103169286263912'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12495485/posts/default/7108103169286263912'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pensblog.blogspot.com/2009/04/my-pet-cutie-rawrks-she-hates-scammers.html' title=''/><author><name>Pen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05382866099818004589</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_B9UsevlAW-A/SezT6X71TdI/AAAAAAAAACk/tbg1XQmlzZ4/s72-c/2795_68718713423_510418423_1788840_6458919_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12495485.post-1957367443731740785</id><published>2009-02-15T18:59:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-15T19:00:49.769+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_B9UsevlAW-A/SZf1kjQAFXI/AAAAAAAAACc/318cVzQ7OBc/s1600-h/P150209_10.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 177px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_B9UsevlAW-A/SZf1kjQAFXI/AAAAAAAAACc/318cVzQ7OBc/s200/P150209_10.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5302977094538499442" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;because i'm cool, i bought a mini laptop. hehe. AND THE AUDIO IS SICK!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12495485-1957367443731740785?l=pensblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pensblog.blogspot.com/feeds/1957367443731740785/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12495485&amp;postID=1957367443731740785' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12495485/posts/default/1957367443731740785'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12495485/posts/default/1957367443731740785'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pensblog.blogspot.com/2009/02/because-im-cool-i-bought-mini-laptop.html' title=''/><author><name>Pen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05382866099818004589</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_B9UsevlAW-A/SZf1kjQAFXI/AAAAAAAAACc/318cVzQ7OBc/s72-c/P150209_10.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12495485.post-4884821457700284955</id><published>2009-02-01T19:03:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-01T19:20:54.559+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://sv.tinypic.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i41.tinypic.com/a790k.jpg" border="0" alt="Image and video hosting by TinyPic"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i just moved out a month ago and to tell you the truth, I HATE PAYING MY OWN DAMN BILLS! Though my life in my "little castle" is somewhere near perfect because here, it's so peaceful. no one's knocking at my door 9 in the morning to yell, "WHAT A LAZY ASS YOU ARE!!" i can clean my room whenever i like, i can read my favorite novels in quiet, i can cook food 3 in the morning, go home late at night and the list goes on. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;to sum it all up, I AM MY OWN PRINCESS/SERVANT. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A few more months to go and I'm off to another country!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12495485-4884821457700284955?l=pensblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pensblog.blogspot.com/feeds/4884821457700284955/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12495485&amp;postID=4884821457700284955' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12495485/posts/default/4884821457700284955'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12495485/posts/default/4884821457700284955'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pensblog.blogspot.com/2009/02/image-and-video-hosting-by-tinypic.html' title=''/><author><name>Pen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05382866099818004589</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i41.tinypic.com/a790k_th.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12495485.post-4709461327899534750</id><published>2008-12-11T03:20:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T03:52:42.624+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;PARA SA MGA ADDICT KAY PABLO BANILA:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;micko&lt;/em&gt;:says supper kaaddict HOUSE! ayay! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;pablobanila&lt;/strong&gt;:  HAHA!!! AKO RIN NGAYON LANG AKO NANONOOD NG HOUSE, FIRST SEASON &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;pablobanila&lt;/strong&gt;:  I've only seen one episode some years ago and I knew right then it was the greatest TV series yet  &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;pablobanila&lt;/strong&gt;:  sorry sa yawning smiley, baligtad kasi ( : &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;pablobanila&lt;/strong&gt;:  Isang anime na semi-related sa Medicine is Monster. Masterpiece. &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;pablobanila &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;: And I know a doctor whom the series must've copied House's persona from: Bojit Herrera. He's a friend d: &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;micko&lt;/em&gt; to &lt;strong&gt;pablobanila&lt;/strong&gt;: ako kahapon ko lang naumpisahan! may test ako bukas. YESSSS! &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;micko&lt;/em&gt; to pablobanila: is your friend cranky too? lol. &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MEstakensays: me too! i love house! what season you watching?  &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;pablobanila&lt;/strong&gt;  to micko: cranky, an iconoclast, a hostile atheist, and an excellent doctor. The same patronizing, condescending sarcasm and misanthropy. &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;micko to MEstaken: season 1. hehe. started watching yesterday  &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;micko&lt;/em&gt; to &lt;strong&gt;pablobanila&lt;/strong&gt;: sa madaling salita "the best son of a bitch"  &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;***&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;See, we're PLURKmates and I didn't know that until today. I think I added his plurk account a couple of months back. AM NOT SURE cos I add and accept invites from random people. :D  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I DIDN'T KNOW WHO PABLO BANILA WAS, pardon me, I thought it was Pablo Ban"D"ila, till I googled his name. BAKIT KO GINAWA YUN? familiar pangalan. Siya pala yun! The creepy avatar man. Hehe. Man, he's GENIUS! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So there you go, he's REAL. As real as TRACY ISABEL BORRES, our favorite atenean. Gulat lang ako kasi nag reply siya e di ko naman alam na TOTOO pala talaga siya. Haha.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12495485-4709461327899534750?l=pensblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pensblog.blogspot.com/feeds/4709461327899534750/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12495485&amp;postID=4709461327899534750' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12495485/posts/default/4709461327899534750'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12495485/posts/default/4709461327899534750'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pensblog.blogspot.com/2008/12/para-sa-mga-addict-kay-pablo-banila.html' title=''/><author><name>Pen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05382866099818004589</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-12495485.post-4534134909535187926</id><published>2008-11-28T12:47:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-28T13:18:50.027+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>MIDNIGHT SNACK. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://tinypic.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i35.tinypic.com/6g9121.jpg" border="0" alt=""&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10 something pm. :) YUM, innit?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12495485-4534134909535187926?l=pensblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pensblog.blogspot.com/feeds/4534134909535187926/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12495485&amp;postID=4534134909535187926' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12495485/posts/default/4534134909535187926'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12495485/posts/default/4534134909535187926'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pensblog.blogspot.com/2008/11/midnight-snack.html' title=''/><author><name>Pen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05382866099818004589</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i35.tinypic.com/6g9121_th.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12495485.post-831502577160293836</id><published>2008-11-21T00:28:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-21T01:30:17.166+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>MY MOTHER HAS CHOSEN THE PERV :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SHE HAS CHOSEN THE EVIL SIDE. bwahaha! YES, and now she wants me out of the evil house. &lt;em&gt;who does that??&lt;/em&gt; WELL, FUCK THAT! I'm just gonna finish this fucking college and i'm fucking out of her fucking ridiculous and EVENTFUL life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She wants &lt;strong&gt;her OWN daughter&lt;/strong&gt; to move out. WELL, that's fine with me. She can live with that pervert WHO has watched me, her OWN DAUGHTER, more than 3x (for sure) taking a bloody shower. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel like crying because may nalalaman pa siyang pa-iyak iyak dati. Oh, load up bullets and shot me through the head, mother. SHE'S SO RIDICULOUS, i am the victim here, ME, HER OWN FUCKING DAUGHTER. SHE SHOULD BE HELPING ME instead of kicking me out! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm going to show &lt;strong&gt;my OWN mother&lt;/strong&gt; that i'm WAAAAAAAY to good for her. THANK GOODNESS i have my own brain and i did not spend my childhood days with her. I'm gonna march on June. She's never been a mother to me, anyways, so why rebel? haha! Uh-uh. OVER MY DEAD NAKED BODY. Amen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;btw, my dad's not a pervert. MY MOTHER'S HUSBAND IS. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why did I post this OVER THE TOP entry? Let's just say my mother thinks too much of what others might say/think about, well, her. :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12495485-831502577160293836?l=pensblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pensblog.blogspot.com/feeds/831502577160293836/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12495485&amp;postID=831502577160293836' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12495485/posts/default/831502577160293836'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12495485/posts/default/831502577160293836'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pensblog.blogspot.com/2008/11/my-mother-has-chosen-perv-she-has.html' title=''/><author><name>Pen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05382866099818004589</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-12495485.post-2033054695595319424</id><published>2008-11-16T22:28:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-16T22:46:07.990+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Now that Friendster is down, &lt;strong&gt;HELLO, PLURKING WORLD! &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Plurk has recently become my ANTI-BOREDOM medicine, next to FS op corz, &lt;br /&gt;and I've been checking my plurk account over and over since 10 a.m. GAHD. &lt;em&gt;LOSER KA, MICKO, LOSER!&lt;/em&gt;  HAHA!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12495485-2033054695595319424?l=pensblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pensblog.blogspot.com/feeds/2033054695595319424/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12495485&amp;postID=2033054695595319424' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12495485/posts/default/2033054695595319424'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12495485/posts/default/2033054695595319424'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pensblog.blogspot.com/2008/11/now-that-friendster-is-down-hello.html' title=''/><author><name>Pen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05382866099818004589</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-12495485.post-8107627217113693746</id><published>2008-11-11T23:33:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-11T23:36:34.160+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>GOSSIP GIRL, HOUSE, HEROES, ONE TREE HILL, TWILIGHT.. &lt;B&gt; ahhhhh! &lt;/b&gt; too much to do, too little time.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12495485-8107627217113693746?l=pensblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pensblog.blogspot.com/feeds/8107627217113693746/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12495485&amp;postID=8107627217113693746' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12495485/posts/default/8107627217113693746'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12495485/posts/default/8107627217113693746'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pensblog.blogspot.com/2008/11/gossip-girl-house-heroes-one-tree-hill.html' title=''/><author><name>Pen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05382866099818004589</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-12495485.post-4450187165453874884</id><published>2008-11-02T01:06:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-02T01:20:36.683+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;font size=3&gt;&lt;center&gt; &lt;b&gt;ONE TRUE LOVE.♥ &lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Am not a fan of Dingdong-Marian tandem BUT &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;gahd&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;, imma watch &lt;strong&gt;ONE TRUE LOVE &lt;/strong&gt;(youtube, of course!). Gusto kong makarelate. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12495485-4450187165453874884?l=pensblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pensblog.blogspot.com/feeds/4450187165453874884/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12495485&amp;postID=4450187165453874884' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12495485/posts/default/4450187165453874884'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12495485/posts/default/4450187165453874884'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pensblog.blogspot.com/2008/11/one-true-love.html' title=''/><author><name>Pen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05382866099818004589</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-12495485.post-3323742251410661888</id><published>2008-11-01T23:43:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-02T00:33:18.852+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>YEY! nineteen :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12495485-3323742251410661888?l=pensblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pensblog.blogspot.com/feeds/3323742251410661888/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12495485&amp;postID=3323742251410661888' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12495485/posts/default/3323742251410661888'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12495485/posts/default/3323742251410661888'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pensblog.blogspot.com/2008/11/yey-nineteen.html' title=''/><author><name>Pen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05382866099818004589</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-12495485.post-7431826336312777416</id><published>2008-10-25T16:07:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-25T20:12:28.025+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;font size=4&gt;&lt;strong&gt;FUNNY AMAZING.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font size=3&gt;I was browsing my tracemyip account and this caught my attention: &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://tinypic.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i36.tinypic.com/wugj7d.jpg" border="0" alt="Image and video hosting by TinyPic"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got curious and clicked the link:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://tinypic.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i34.tinypic.com/2d2arm.jpg" border="0" alt="Image and video hosting by TinyPic"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BAM! haha! twas the, uhm, SITE ADMIN. That was WAAAAAAY funny.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;though I did some research.. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://tinypic.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i34.tinypic.com/1qgysi.jpg" border="0" alt="Image and video hosting by TinyPic"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"huh, thepensblog? hmmm..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://tinypic.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i34.tinypic.com/2142jp4.jpg" border="0" alt="Image and video hosting by TinyPic"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;that's &lt;strong&gt;THE&lt;/strong&gt;pensblog.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now I know twas an honest mistake. It was supposed to be THEpensblog.blogspot.com.  So if &lt;strong&gt;you're a hockey fanatic, this is not your place. :)&lt;/strong&gt; Thank you :D &lt;/font&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12495485-7431826336312777416?l=pensblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pensblog.blogspot.com/feeds/7431826336312777416/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12495485&amp;postID=7431826336312777416' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12495485/posts/default/7431826336312777416'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12495485/posts/default/7431826336312777416'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pensblog.blogspot.com/2008/10/funny-amazing.html' title=''/><author><name>Pen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05382866099818004589</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i36.tinypic.com/wugj7d_th.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12495485.post-6600338654766729355</id><published>2008-10-25T14:42:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-25T17:05:05.854+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>HANDS OFF.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://tinypic.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i33.tinypic.com/112egk1.jpg" border="0" alt="Image and video hosting by TinyPic"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12495485-6600338654766729355?l=pensblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pensblog.blogspot.com/feeds/6600338654766729355/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12495485&amp;postID=6600338654766729355' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12495485/posts/default/6600338654766729355'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12495485/posts/default/6600338654766729355'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pensblog.blogspot.com/2008/10/nakakahiya-ka.html' title=''/><author><name>Pen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05382866099818004589</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i33.tinypic.com/112egk1_th.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12495485.post-609905099127662480</id><published>2008-10-02T04:40:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-02T04:45:08.085+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>What we call failure is not the falling down, but the staying down.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://tinypic.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i34.tinypic.com/1e8lty.jpg" border="0" alt="Image and video hosting by TinyPic"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12495485-609905099127662480?l=pensblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pensblog.blogspot.com/feeds/609905099127662480/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12495485&amp;postID=609905099127662480' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12495485/posts/default/609905099127662480'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12495485/posts/default/609905099127662480'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pensblog.blogspot.com/2008/10/what-we-call-failure-is-not-falling.html' title=''/><author><name>Pen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05382866099818004589</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i34.tinypic.com/1e8lty_th.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12495485.post-1620035118878121477</id><published>2008-08-31T04:05:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-31T04:10:14.052+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;font size= 4&gt; &lt;i&gt; Why does the eye see a thing more clearly in dreams than the imagination when awake? &lt;/font&gt; &lt;/i&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12495485-1620035118878121477?l=pensblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pensblog.blogspot.com/feeds/1620035118878121477/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12495485&amp;postID=1620035118878121477' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12495485/posts/default/1620035118878121477'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12495485/posts/default/1620035118878121477'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pensblog.blogspot.com/2008/08/why-does-eye-see-thing-more-clearly-in.html' title=''/><author><name>Pen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05382866099818004589</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-12495485.post-6655845805241681006</id><published>2007-01-20T18:59:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-21T01:49:02.756+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;font color=green&gt;&lt;strong&gt;NO OFFENSE. (JUST PURE FUN)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.viraltags.com/freeanimations/9894441.gif"/&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.viraltags.com/freeanimations/6034990.gif"/&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&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/12495485-6655845805241681006?l=pensblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pensblog.blogspot.com/feeds/6655845805241681006/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12495485&amp;postID=6655845805241681006' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12495485/posts/default/6655845805241681006'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12495485/posts/default/6655845805241681006'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pensblog.blogspot.com/2007/01/no-offense.html' title=''/><author><name>Pen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05382866099818004589</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-12495485.post-5098362710800268568</id><published>2007-01-02T01:40:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-07T01:07:19.054+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_B9UsevlAW-A/RZlIvfwPlMI/AAAAAAAAAAk/8TEKHOD5B9E/s1600-h/Number_7.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_B9UsevlAW-A/RZlIvfwPlMI/AAAAAAAAAAk/8TEKHOD5B9E/s320/Number_7.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5015119640868656322" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I wanna give a shout out to all the people who made my 06 very hot and very interesting.. Thank you, thank you, thank you!! MWAH! I love you Regin. Hehe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My New Year's resolution is to not make any. &lt;strong&gt;I just wanna live my life to the fullest&lt;/strong&gt;. No changes, still me :) Love me- good.  Hate me, much better. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'06 happenings&lt;br /&gt;January- Got our plane tickets.&lt;br /&gt;February- Vacation sa Pilipinas.&lt;br /&gt;March- Bestfriend's birthday, kicked someone's arse.&lt;br /&gt;June- Got summer job.&lt;br /&gt;August- Internet connection, My b-day and got new phone.&lt;br /&gt;October- Duty.&lt;br /&gt;December- Got SICK! Huhu.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;***&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;New Year is my least favorite holiday- ever. It is noisy, very smoky and very sad :( Yes, sad kasi kasama ko ang mga taong ayaw kong makasama sa mga ganitong panahon. And oh, I am still sick... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HOWEVER, MALAPIT NA!!! :D Yun lang naman :-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Happy New Year!&lt;/strong&gt; Now, let's rock this 07, okay? And let us cut some dramas :) Wohoo!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12495485-5098362710800268568?l=pensblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pensblog.blogspot.com/feeds/5098362710800268568/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12495485&amp;postID=5098362710800268568' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12495485/posts/default/5098362710800268568'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12495485/posts/default/5098362710800268568'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pensblog.blogspot.com/2007/01/i-wanna-give-shout-out-to-all-people.html' title=''/><author><name>Pen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05382866099818004589</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_B9UsevlAW-A/RZlIvfwPlMI/AAAAAAAAAAk/8TEKHOD5B9E/s72-c/Number_7.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12495485.post-441259984386747291</id><published>2006-10-10T14:48:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-14T21:35:14.130+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/2685/1525/1600/micko.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: pointer; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/2685/1525/200/micko.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;CAN YOU..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;See yourselves ten years from now? Because I cannot. I am not the type of person who costumize his/her own future. I am too busy for that and besides, reality is way too better eventhough it hurts a bit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I took the time off to play this lil game called "LOOK-AHEAD". It's a game where you can play with your own future. MARRY THE GUYS OF YOUR DREAM. Haha. Something like that. &lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;PUT SOME SPICE ON IT&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, let me start..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold; FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;10 years from now I would be&lt;/span&gt;:&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt; Livin' la vida loca ;P&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Living in Manila. &lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;Beside any Starbucks&lt;/span&gt;. Probably happily married with one chikiting :) OR NOT. I don't know.&lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt; It scares the hell out of me just thinking about having a child&lt;/span&gt;. A career woman. Shopping every Sunday after mass. Shopping is one of the "must haves"". I feel really sorry for you, future husband. Hihi.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All I want is a simple future with EXTRAVAGANT happenings.. like: *Leaving Europe after the dual citizenship-issue. *Meeting Adam Brody or smacking down Paris H. Haha. *Meeting my older sister, Jay. Damn, that would be the GREATEST thing ever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SHOOOOOT!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess that's it for my costumize future :) NOW I hafta deal with reality. Review, review, review. LOOOng test in Mathematics today. Math, please be gentle ;P&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12495485-441259984386747291?l=pensblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pensblog.blogspot.com/feeds/441259984386747291/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12495485&amp;postID=441259984386747291' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12495485/posts/default/441259984386747291'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12495485/posts/default/441259984386747291'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pensblog.blogspot.com/2006/10/can-you.html' title=''/><author><name>Pen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05382866099818004589</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-12495485.post-114311847465757069</id><published>2006-03-23T20:04:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-24T14:36:48.850+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3613/653/1600/micko.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3613/653/200/micko.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday I remember thinking I was the happiest person in all of God's creation. Now it's all smashed down upon my head and I wish I could just die. Hehe. Just kidding.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It has all happened so fast, don't you think? But I have no regrets naman eh. In fact, my last week sa Philippines was amazing :) I spent it almost everyday with my bestfriend and with my baby. Hehe. When my mom allowed me to watch V for Vendetta I thought I'd literally and completely die with happiness. Needless to say, I was with my baby, Regin :P Yun nga lang, di ko naintindihan. Si Regin kasi eh, ang dal-dal. Hehe. Oh well, at least, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;SULIT&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I miss my Mocha Frap. I miss Starbucks. I miss, " One venti, please" But I love Regin even &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;better&lt;/span&gt; :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;***&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Where's Melvin" ba kanyo?! Ha! I don't know and I DON'T CARE ANYMORE. Tss.. Womanizer. Pinapili niya ako. My bestfriend or him. That was stupid! Di ko pipiliin ang taong sinaktan ako PHYSICALLY. Meron akong evidence. Kamusta ka naman &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;CONSCIENCE&lt;/span&gt;? I should've see it coming. &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;His lost, my gain.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Last enrty ko na ito na may name niya. He doesn't deserve my attention.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&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/12495485-114311847465757069?l=pensblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pensblog.blogspot.com/feeds/114311847465757069/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12495485&amp;postID=114311847465757069' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12495485/posts/default/114311847465757069'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12495485/posts/default/114311847465757069'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pensblog.blogspot.com/2006/03/yesterday-i-remember-thinking-i-was.html' title=''/><author><name>Pen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05382866099818004589</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-12495485.post-111893149374390658</id><published>2005-06-16T22:14:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-06-16T22:18:13.750+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Have you ever, at any one time, had the feeling that life is bad, real bad, and you wish you were in another situation? You find life make things difficult for you, work sucks, life  sucks, everything seems to go wrong... Read the following story... it may change your views about life: After a conversation with one of my friends, he told me despite taking 2 jobs, he brings back barely above 1K per month, he is  happy as he is. I wonder how he can be as happy as he is considering he has to  skimp his life with the low pay to support a pair of old parents,  in-laws, a wife, 2 daughters and the many bills of a household.  He explained that it was through one incident that he saw in India... that happened a few years ago when he was really feeling  low and touring India after a major setback. He said that right in front of his very eyes he saw an Indian  mother chop off her child's right hand with a chopper. The helplessness in the mother's eyes, the scream of pain from the innocent 4-year-old child haunted him until today. You may ask why did the mother do so; had the child been naughty, had the child's hand been infected?? No, it was done for two simple words- - -TO BEG! The desperate mother deliberately caused the child to be  handicapped so that the child could go out to the streets to beg. Taken aback by the scene, he dropped a piece of bread he was eating half-way. And almost instantly, a flock of 5 or 6 children swamped towards this small piece of bread which was covered with sand, robbing bits from one another. The natural reaction of hunger. Stricken by the happenings, he instructed his guide to drive him to the nearest bakery. He arrived at two bakeries and bought every single loaf of bread he found in the bakeries. The owner was dumbfounded but willingly sold everything. He spent less than $100  to obtain about 400 loaves of bread (this is less than $0.25 per loaf) and spent another $100 to get daily necessities. Off he went in the truck full of bread into the streets. As he distributed the bread and necessities to the children (mostly handicapped) and a few adults, he received cheers and bows from these unfortunate. For the first time in his life he wondered how people can give up their dignity for a loaf of bread which cost  less than $0.25. He began to tell himself how fortunate he is. How fortunate he is  to be able to have a complete body, have a job, have a family, have the chance to complain what food is nice and what isn't nice, have the chance  to be clothed, have the many things that these people in front of him are  deprived of... Now I begin to think and feel it, too! Was my life really that bad?  Perhaps... no, I should not feel bad at all... What about you?  Maybe the next time you think you are, think about the child who lost one hand to beg on the streets. "Contentment is not the fulfillment of what you want, it is the realization of how much you already have."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12495485-111893149374390658?l=pensblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pensblog.blogspot.com/feeds/111893149374390658/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12495485&amp;postID=111893149374390658' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12495485/posts/default/111893149374390658'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12495485/posts/default/111893149374390658'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pensblog.blogspot.com/2005/06/have-you-ever-at-any-one-time-had.html' title=''/><author><name>Pen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05382866099818004589</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-12495485.post-111763103547670414</id><published>2005-06-01T18:58:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-06-01T21:03:55.480+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;I finally found what I've been looking for ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my &lt;em&gt;keys&lt;/em&gt;. Yey! My naughty brother hid it somewhere in his room. I even planned to call the cops and report about my missing lil ones :D My comb, keys and books are my heavenly partners. I lurrve them so much. So if you're planning to raid me, please.. just take my money with you and leave my precious lil ones alone :) Thanks. hehe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;****&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Im no bratz&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Im officially &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;RED&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; hair. Deym! Im lovin' it :D But wait, my hair is not like red red stop light. Hell no! It's deep red, people. Most of my schoolmates were shocked. Honestly, im the talk of the campus. You know, "Negativities". I can't hear you! Talk louder, talkshits :D Nga pala, it was my mom's idea. Hala kayo!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"&lt;em&gt;If you think im a bitch, you should meet my mom&lt;/em&gt;." Better think twice :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Smell you later!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12495485-111763103547670414?l=pensblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pensblog.blogspot.com/feeds/111763103547670414/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12495485&amp;postID=111763103547670414' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12495485/posts/default/111763103547670414'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12495485/posts/default/111763103547670414'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pensblog.blogspot.com/2005/06/i-finally-found-what-ive-been-looking.html' title=''/><author><name>Pen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05382866099818004589</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-12495485.post-111710864564834532</id><published>2005-05-26T19:26:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-05-26T20:05:16.333+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Line in jeopardy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Im frigging bleeding right now. It sucks when you have your monthly period. You have to admit THESE : &lt;u&gt;You smells a lil bit&lt;/u&gt; :D Dont forget PMS. Man, that scares your boy.lol. At ayon sa survey, 88 % ng mga babaen nagkakaron ng &lt;strong&gt;pimples&lt;/strong&gt; a week before bleeding period. Im one of those 88%. Fellas, menstration sucks! I feel so uncomfy @ this frigging moment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hate wearing nap. Lalo na when im wearing skirt.. my underwear line is so visible. Ok, you can say whatever you want coz im &lt;em&gt;so&lt;/em&gt; positive thinker&lt;em&gt;. hehe.&lt;/em&gt; Back to the visible panty line... For me, It's awkward to handle. Believe me. Nahawa nako sa mga tao dito. haha! Things have changed a lot. Granny panties for bleeding days and somewhat thongs for ordinary days :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the other hand... It's not a crime to wear visible u-lines. Why the heck should i care.. It's my butt anyway :D and eventhough im living my freaking life in the twentyfirst century.. doesn't mean I need/have to wear thongs all the time :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Damn, it feels so good to write about nasty things :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12495485-111710864564834532?l=pensblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pensblog.blogspot.com/feeds/111710864564834532/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12495485&amp;postID=111710864564834532' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12495485/posts/default/111710864564834532'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12495485/posts/default/111710864564834532'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pensblog.blogspot.com/2005/05/line-in-jeopardy-im-frigging-bleeding.html' title=''/><author><name>Pen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05382866099818004589</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-12495485.post-111683325245800400</id><published>2005-05-24T00:30:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-05-23T15:31:37.223+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Have you ever loved someone and they had absolutely no idea whatsoever? Or fell for you're &lt;strong&gt;best friend&lt;/strong&gt; in the entire world, and then sat around and watched him/her fall for someone else?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have you ever denied your feelings for someone because your &lt;strong&gt;fear of rejection&lt;/strong&gt; was too hard to handle? We tell lies when we are afraid.... afraid of what we don't know, afraid of what others will think, afraid of what will be found out about us. But every time we tell a lie...the thing we fear grows stronger.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have you ever noticed that the &lt;strong&gt;worst way&lt;/strong&gt; to miss someone is when they are right beside you and yet you can never have them...when the moment you can't feel them under your fingertips you miss them?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have you ever wondered which hurts the most; &lt;strong&gt;saying something and wishing you had not, or saying nothing and wishing you had&lt;/strong&gt;? I guess the most important things are the hardest things to say. &lt;strong&gt;Don't be&lt;/strong&gt; afraid to tell someone you love them. If you do, they might break your heart ... but if you don't, you might break theirs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have you ever decided &lt;strong&gt;not to become a couple because you were so afraid of losing what you already had with that person&lt;/strong&gt;? Your heart decides who it likes and who it doesn't. You can't tell your heart what to do. It does it on its own... when you least suspect it, or even when you don't want it to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have you &lt;strong&gt;ever wanted&lt;/strong&gt; to love someone with everything you had, but that other person was too afraid to &lt;strong&gt;let you&lt;/strong&gt;? Too many of us stay walled because we are too afraid to care too much...for fear that the other person does not care as much, or that all &lt;strong&gt;Life is all about risks and it requires you to jump&lt;/strong&gt;. Don't be a person who has to look back and wonder what they would have, or could have had.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12495485-111683325245800400?l=pensblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pensblog.blogspot.com/feeds/111683325245800400/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12495485&amp;postID=111683325245800400' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12495485/posts/default/111683325245800400'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12495485/posts/default/111683325245800400'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pensblog.blogspot.com/2005/05/have-you-ever-loved-someone-and-they.html' title=''/><author><name>Pen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05382866099818004589</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-12495485.post-111657296262760991</id><published>2005-05-21T00:09:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-05-20T15:09:22.630+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;"Why should people fall in love? I ask myself one night. What makes people stupid to take the risk to be hurt with all the pains that a relationship brings? The responsibility attached in entering a relationship is much more difficult than the school works given to me by U.P.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Falling in love is a pain in the neck. You need to text your girlfriend once in while to check how she is doing. You need to be reminded with the monthly greetings for your monthsarry. You have to prepare something for the date she answered you Yes. You have to text her good night and good morning everyday. And if youre the galante type of partner, you have to give her something every special day of the month, making your relationship look like an exchange gift activity. Surely, part of your monthly allowance will be allocated for your meriendas, lunch or dinner together, moree-loads or cards for text messages and calls, and for gifts as well.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Sometimes if shes the matampuhin type of girl,you have to console her. You even need to do stupid things, loosing your dignity in the process. When youre in love, you need to say sorry, forgetting your big pride which not evenyour parents can put down.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;With all these sacrifices, why do people still fall in love? I started looking back 3 years ago when I was in the same position, the last time I ever fell for a girl. Entering a relationship is not because I choose it. It is not a decision where you ask yourself  Should I fall in love? When we fall, we did not weigh the responsibilities that will be added to us. We fall in love because we feel it.We fall for someone because we are happy having him or her as our company, our partner that we can share part of ourselves.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Despite all the hardships and sacrifices that it brings us, we still choose to continue because we know that were happy with them. We are inspired to excel in something we do because of love. Even the pride and dignity we built for years topples down for the sake of that one person that just been part of our identity.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;When were in love were simply happy. A different kind of happiness comes to ourselves especially when we know that the feeling we have is mutual,shared and expressed. It is the magic that keeps us going on, the strength that makes us fight when everything falls down, the inspiration that boost our adrenaline, the only feeling that brings a different type of excitement and rush of blood allover us. It is the feeling we cant ever forget,not even when were in a new relationship. Once apart, it will always remain a part of us, onlyr emained buried inside.So why do I fall in love? I dont know. All I know is the next time Id be falling, Id still remain stupid for it, just like the first time 3 years ago." -&lt;/em&gt; Friendster&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12495485-111657296262760991?l=pensblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pensblog.blogspot.com/feeds/111657296262760991/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12495485&amp;postID=111657296262760991' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12495485/posts/default/111657296262760991'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12495485/posts/default/111657296262760991'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pensblog.blogspot.com/2005/05/why-should-people-fall-in-love-i-ask.html' title=''/><author><name>Pen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05382866099818004589</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-12495485.post-111503537835238618</id><published>2005-05-02T17:00:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2005-05-02T20:02:58.353+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I've come to some conclusions in my time. Im a grown-up person, I've been an adult longer than I've been a child :) I've looked at the world. my conclusions may not be blindingly original, but they're still mine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For instance, im suspicious of people comparing things with other things. In the days when I was more impressed with MY FRIEND, I used to think that this mania of her proved she had not just better powers of description than I had, but also a better understanding of the world. The memory is like a left-luggage office. Love is like the free market. so-and-so is behaving just like some character you've never heard of in some opera you've never heard of. Now I think all these fancy comparisons were a way of not looking at the original object, of not looking at the world. They were just distractions. and this is why SHE hasn't changed - developed - grown up - call it what ever you will. Because it's only by looking at the world out there as it is and the world is here as it is that you grown up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I dont mean that you like what you find, or what you find is what you want. Usually, it isn't. But SHE just makes pretty patterns in the airlike - You see how tempting it is? I was going to say like a firework or something. and you might have thought: oh, that's right, but you'd be thinking about the firework and I bet that's what you'd remember rather the SHE herself. And if it was SHE doing the comparison, everyone would be different kinds of firework - oh, pen, old pen., she's a bit of a dam squib, hoho - and it would all be very entertaiing and very... WRONG.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I said that what you find isn't necessarily what you want. Let's take love. It isn't like we thought it would be beforehand.Can we all agree on that? Better, worse, longer, shorter, overrated, underrated, but not the same.Also, different for different people. But that's something you only learn slowly: what love is like for you. How much of it youve got. what youll give up for it. How it lives. How it dies. I used to have a theory called LOVE: ETC: in other words, the world divides into people for whom love is everything and the rest of life is a mere *etc*, and people who don't value love enoough and find the most exciting part of life is the *etc*. People don't divide up the way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And another thing. Beforehand, you think: when i grow up i'll love someone, and i hope it goes right, but if it goes wrong i'll love another person., and if that goes wrong i'll love another person. Always assuming that you can findthese people in the first placeand that they'll let you lovethem. What you expect is that love, or the ability to love, is always there, waiting. I was going to say, waiting with the engine running. You see the temptation of I-speak? :) But I dont think that love- and life - are like that. You cant make yourself love someone, and you cant, in my experience, make yourself stop loving someone. In fact, if suggest doing it this way :some people are fortunate, or unfortunate, enough to be able to love only once in their life. They love once and , whatever happens, it doesn't go away. Some people can only do it once. Ive come to realise that Im one of these : (&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12495485-111503537835238618?l=pensblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pensblog.blogspot.com/feeds/111503537835238618/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12495485&amp;postID=111503537835238618' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12495485/posts/default/111503537835238618'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12495485/posts/default/111503537835238618'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pensblog.blogspot.com/2005/05/ive-come-to-some-conclusions-in-my_02.html' title=''/><author><name>Pen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05382866099818004589</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></feed>
